Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1914-03-27

I'm not arrestinB 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 a 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 m~atterof-fact tone, that's
why | 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:
Il am telling to the police all | know
Of my part and my brothers part In
the death of Capt. John II. Hanska. |
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 1t. AS he looked up he was
still master Of himself, but Resale
could perceive behind his mask a 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 a 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 yet your family jew
els, how that trick alarm on his strong
box woke him up, an how 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 Resale lie Grange. II
sent Miss Lane to deliver you here at
five o'clock-because it's an out-of-the-
way place an quiet. Sit down"
Estrilla shook as he resumed his
seat.
Does she know" he asked.
mot yet" said Rosalie.
81 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 a test; an you stood 1t. Now sit
there and listen to what else your sis
ter said. an see If 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"
E%strilla 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 were passing through the door.
An when she came back In your
clothes after you ~telephoned to her,
she picked it up. The jewels are In
Caracas. You dropped the box in the
river, Could anybody patch that to-
gether? Could anybody guess that"
Then If he died of apoplexy-if |
didn't kill him-why should they ar
rest me?" asked Estrilla.
Young man." said Resale, how
could you prove it?"
ln%nocently and directly, Estrilla
came out with what amounted to his
confession.
He was always in danger of apo.
pleXy-my sister knew that. And I'm.
doubtedly it was a mortal seizure. For
his hands were going toward his head,
not toward the knife. Even when he
fell and died, his hands we're still go
ing up. not down. have seer doctors.
| have read about ~apoplexy in every
medical book in the public library. And
when saw him last-there was blood
In his nostrils."
ROsalie nodded.
Il 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 a right to burgle-no Jury
would recognize that. The c%oroner's
physician never thought Of anything
but that stab wound-never thought to
look for apoplexy-case seemed toe
plain, You an | are the only people
who thought about that bloody nose
The body's cremated, an II it WASH
well, we won't go into that, VIII,
Juan Perez, they'd laugh at you. Ok
you see? Don't you get you ix?"
He was trembling. and n 1w he mad,
a pitiful movement with his hand
as though to steady his head.
so you must get away"
but my sister"
Now hold on to yourself. I've 90
| to talk awful to make you see thi,
; thing. She didn't kill him-sh,
couldn't, Anybody could SEQ that.
f, sick little thing like her hasn't tn,