The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1914-04-03

walked slowly down the path. Estr1l-
la saw him, started, hesitated.
mot unless you make a scene!"
cried Rosalie, anticipating his thought.
I'm not arresting you-can't you I'M
derstand that?" She hurried him to a
lonely park bench, half hidden in the
shrubbery. When she turned to look
him full In the face again, his color
was normal; he had regained his grip.
And he spoke with a touch of his old
boyish insouciance.
This Is little melodrama you are
staging. Mrs. LIE Grange? Am the
hero or the villain?"
Il expected you to be suspicious an
try to bluff this through" said Resale
in her most matter-of-fact tone, that's
why l stole this note an brought 1t
here" She had been keeping her
hands In her muff. She drew them out,
now. and handed him the vital paper:
81 am telling to the police all know
Of my part and my brothers part in
the death of Capt John H. Hanska- l
have confessed that we followed him
to America to get my jewels, and that
it was my brother Juan who appeared
to have stabbed him.
"MARGARITA PEREZ"
He read it AS he looked up he was
still master of himself, but Resale
could perceive behind his mask kind
Of vibration, an inner agitation Of all
his nerves. But his will still mas
tered his voice.
"Margarita Perez-who Is she?"
"She is. your sister. You are Juan
Perez-not Estrilla. You are from
Port Of Spain. You came here to fol-
low Captain Hanska-"
Where did you hear this?" inquired
Estrilla, with pitiful attempt to put
sarcasm into his voice.
Il have listened to her confession"
replied Rosalie calmly. "She told the
police-after she signed that paper
how you went into Captain Hanska's
room at night to get your family jew
els, how that trick alarm on his strong
box woke him up. an bow you killed
him"
But Juan Estrilla had leaped up now
as though his nerves would be denied
no longer.
You are here to betray mel know
1t now!" he said.
II suspected this trouble was COM
In" replied Rosalie LIE Grange. 81
sent Miss Lane to deliver you here at
five o'clock-because it's an out-of-the-
way place an quiet Sit down.e
Estrilla shook as he resumed his
seat.
Does she know" he asked.
mot yet" said Rosalie.
II didn't give her my real reason.
was glad" she pursued, Ito hear you
bust out In that sincere way when
said you killed Hanska. put that In
for test; an you stood it Now sit
there and listen to what else your sis
ter said, an see II any Of that could
have been worked out by detectives
She says you didn't kill Hanska, that
he died of apoplexy an fell on the
knife you was holdin' against him."
Estrilla turned his great eyes and
moistened his lips as though to speak;
but he held to his nerve and made no
sound.
"She says that you carried out that
box Of jewels with the cover open, an
that a diamond buckle dropped out as
you we're passing through the door.
An when she came back In your
clothes after you telephoned to her,
she picked 1t up. The jewels are In
Caracas. You dropped the box in the
river. Could anybody patch that to-
gether? Could anybody guess that?"
Then II he died Of apoplexy-if l
didn't kill him-why should they ar
rest me?" asked Estrilla.
Young man." said Rosalie, how
could you prove it?"
Innocently and directly, Estrilla
came out with what amounted to his
confession.
HE was always In danger of apo
plexy-my sister knew that. And un-
doubleday 1t was mortal seizure. For
his hands were going toward his head,
not toward the knife. Even when he
fell and died, his hands were still 60
ing up, not down. have seen doctors.
l have read about apoplexy In every
medical book In the public library. And
when l saw him last-there was blood
in his nostrils."
Rosalie nodded.
1 saw that, too My, but coroner's
physicians are dense!" she said.
Now I've got to talk hard and
straight. You were in the act of burg
larry. 1t don't make no difference that
you had right to burg{s-no Jury
would recognize that Tho coyoner's
physician never thought of anything
but that stab wound-never thought to
look for apoplexy-case seemed too
plain. You an l are the only people
who thought about that bloody nose.
The body's cremated, an II IT wasn't
well. we won't go into that Why
Juan Perez, they'd laugh at you. Do
you see? Don't you get your fxr
He was trembling, and now he made
pitiful movement with his hands
as though to steady his head.
$50 you must get away"
But my sister"
Nov hold on TO yourself. I've got
to talk awful to make you see this
thing. She didn't kill him-she
couldn't Anybody could see that. A
sick little thing like her hasn't the
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