The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1914-01-23

the compression OF ten emotiona
years into ten minutes of life. Worse
for him. the hen-minded Mrs. Moore
seeing the blood. cried, "You mur
derer!" clutched at his coat. and fell
into faint Upon Professor Noll de
VOWED the masculine guidance of this
anair. And he thought first. not OF
the police, but Of a doctor BY this
time, Miss Harding and Miss Jones
were weeping breast to breast; Mrs
Moore had recovered to say that she
always expected 1t of Mr.. North. and
Miss Estrilla, the invalid lady on the
top floor, had called from the head OF
the stairs. What is it," With the
brutality which impels us in crises TO
confide unpalliated horrors, some one
shrieked, "Hanskas murdered!"
There came from above some Spanish
CALCULATIONS TO which no one paid
much attention. and then a rafting OF
the hook OF the telephone, which hung
on door-post in that fourth-foor hall.
Professor Noll, his mind still on the
necessity for calling a doctor, slipped
into ulster and bed-shoes and rushed
across the street to rouse the house
physician in the apartment-hotel. He
was some time making himself known
and understood. AS he neared his
own door again, he saw Mr. Estrilla
entering almost on the run.
There's been a murder! Captain
Hanska's killed." Professor Noll
called after him.
Il know-my seester lephone-she
is frighten'" Estrilla called back
shrilly over his shoulder. And he hur-
ried up the stairs.
BY this time. the open door. the
lights, the screams and hys-
terics, had begun to attract the atten-
uon OF this and that late pedestrian
milkman pulled up, hitched, and en-
tered; and then night-faring printer. |
Presently the little knot in the street |
and the parlors was augmented by a |
fully and rather over-luxuri. |
ously dressed, as though for the the |
lter--a big picture hat and a black
satin, furedged evening coat over a
light gown which showed here and
here the glitter of sequins. She. was
| large but shapely woman of uncer-
ain age; yet SO pleasing withal that
he gathering loafers, even in the ex-
element of a murder, spared few
glances at her face.
I'm goin' up" she confided to her
elbows. Il belong there-they need
sensible woman, from the way
hey're screechin'. You better not fol-
ow-you'n do no good an 1t might
,it you involved" With surprising
lghtness, considering her bulk, she
mounted the stairs.
The noise guided her to the focus
4 interest; she pushed her way into
he room OF the late Captain Hanska.
nd stood looking about with a pair
( large serious eyes which took in
very detail. She bent her gaze on
he dead man, stopped, made quick ex.
first OF the wound and then
his face. Both Mrs. Moore and Miss ,
Harding were about to ask this strang-
r TO account for herself, when the
octor. half-dressed but carrying his i,
ag, edged past the door. All turned
him. He looked but an instant on
ne face.
He's dead" he said calmly. Has
ny one notified the police? Has any
ne called up Coroner"
I'll attend TO that" volunteered the .
trange woman. with an air of perfect {
and command; where's ,
lie phone-ground floor and top floor !
all? All right; I'll use the top floor: ,
iats nearer. Any particular Coro-
er, Doctor? Lipschutz? All right"
In the hall. she met the regular
atrolman. who had received the news
last. The limb OF the law had for 5
dden the augmented crowd at the q
Dor to follow him; he was ascending ,
one. The sight of this woman i'm 7