The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1915-05-14
CHAPTER WI.
a Bit of Steel.

When are you going TO Judge Os-
Handcr's?"
Tomorrow. This is my last free
DAY. So If there is anything for me to
DO. do tell me. Mr. Black, and let me
get TO work at once"
There is nothing you can do. The
matter is hopeless | told you so the
other. night, and now, after a couple
OF days OF thought on the subject. |
am obliged to repeat my assertion.
Your own convictions in the matter,
and your story of the shadow and the
peaked cap may appeal TO the public
and assure you some sympathy, but
Tor an entire reversal o. It's opinion
you will need substantial and incon-
erovertible evidence. Find me some
thing definite to go upon and we will
talk"
Doubtfully she eyed him. What
you want" she observed at length, with
D sigh, "is the name of the man who
sauntered down the ravine ahead of
my husband. / cannot give il TO you
now, but | do not despair Of learning
It. | have got to renew old acquain-
SGnces; revive old gossip; possibly, re-
call to life almost obliterated mem
cries"
Mr. Black, dropping his hand from
his vest, gave her his first look of un-
qualified admiration
You ring true" said he. 81 have
met men qualified 10 lead forlorn
hope; but never before a woman AL
low me to express my regret that II is
such forlorn one"
Mrs. Scoville rose. Then she sat
down again, with the remark:
have strange notion. It's a hard
thing to explain and you may not un-
derstand me, but | should like to see,
il it still exists, the stick-my hus-
bands stick-with which this crime
was committed Do the police retain
such things? Is there any possibility
of my finding it laid away in some
drawer at headquarters or on some
dusty shelf"
Mr.. Black was again astonished.
Vas this callousness or a very deep
and determined purpose.
You shall see the stick IL 1t is still
20 be found. | will take you to police
headquarters IL you will 60 heavily
yelled. We don't want any recogni-
tjon of you there yet"
"Mr. Black. you are very good. How
soon"
Now" he announced. jumping up
TO get his hat.
There was one little fact of which
Mr. Black was ignorant-that the DO
ice had had their eye on the yelled
lady at Claymore inn for several days
now and knew who his companion was
.he instant they stepped into head
quarters. In vain his plausible ex-
cuses for showing his lady friend the
curiosities of the place; her interest
In the details of criminology was we'll
understood by Sergeant Doolittle.
Therefore, when he saw the small.
mocking eye OF the lawyer begin to
roam over the shelves, and beheld his
jaw drop as it sometimes did when he
sought to veil his purpose in an air of
mild preoccupation he knew what the
next request would be, as we'll as II
the low sounds which left Mr.. Blacks
lips at intervals had been words in.
stead OF inarticulate grunts He was.
therefore. prepared when the question
did come
ANY memorial of the Etheridge
case?"
Nothing but a stick with blood.
marks on it. That. I'm afraid. wouldn't
be very agreeable sight for a lady's
eye"
She's proof" the lawyer whispered
10 the officers ear. Let's see the
stick"
The sergeant considered this a very
interesting experience-quite a jolly
breaF in the duh monotony OF the day
Hur ling up the stick. ne laid 1t in the
lawyers hands. and then turned his
eye upon the lady.
She had gone pale. but IL took her
but an instant TO rC gain her equanimi-
ty and hold out her own hand for the
wea>3a.
and so the three stood there. the
mems faces ironic. inquisitive, won
hering at the woman's phlegm II not
ht her motive; hers. hidden behind her
reil mt bept forvard over the won NON