The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-26

HeIl be murdered by an Austrian" and in a little book shop off the Rack. nitzstrasse in Leipzig. I completed my evidence ten days ago in Paris.
 s'I can't tell you the details now, for it's something of tafe. When I was quite sure in my own mind I judged it my business to disappear, and reach ed this city by mighty queer circuit l left Paris a dandified French-Ameri- can, and I sailed from Hamburg, a Jew diamond merchant f'In Norway was an English stu, dent of Ibsen, collecting materials for lectures. But when left Bergen I was q moving picture man with special ski films And I came here from Leith with a lot of pulpwood prepara- tions in my pocket to put before the London newspapers. Till yesterday I thought I had muddied my trafl some and was feeling pretty happy. Then
 The recollection seemed to upset him, and he guIped down half glass of whisky.
 then I saw a man standing in the street outside this block. used to stay close in my room all day and only slip out after dark for an hour or two. watched him for a bit from ", | nized him. He came in and spoke to the porter When came back from my walk last night I found a card in my letter box. It bore the name of the man want least to meet on Gods earth,
 think that the look in my compan- ions eyes, the sheer naked fright on his face, completed my conviction of his honesty. My own voice sharpened a bit as I asked him what he did next.
 .I realized that was bottled as sure as pickled herring and that there was only one way out. I had to die. If my pursuers knew I was dead they would go to sleep again"
 How did you manage it?''
 .sI told the man that valets me that I was feeling pretty bad, and got myself up to look like death That wasn't difficult, for I'm no slouch at d1;guises. Then I got a corpse you can always get a body in London if you know where to go for it. I fetch ed it back in trunk on the top of a four wheeler, and had to be assisted upstairs to my room
 You see, had to pile up some evi- dence for the inquest. I went to bed and got my man to mix me a sleeping draft and then told him to clear out He wanted to fetch a doctor, but swore some and said I couldn't abide 1eeches. When I was left alone started in to take up that corpse
 He was my size and I judged had perished from too much alco* oI, so put some spirits handy about the place. The jaw was the weak point in the likeness, so blew 1t away with a re- volver. dare say there will be some fn fA heard a shot, but there are no neigh bors on my floor, and guessed could risk that.
 '.So I Ie~t the body in bed dressed ur in my pajamas, with a revolver lying on the bedcIothes and considerable mess around. Then I got into a suit of clothes I had kept waiting for eIner gencies. didn't dare to shave 3foI fear of leaving tracks, and,. besides, il wasn't any kind of use my trying tc get into the streets.
 T had had you in my mind all day and there seemed nothing to do but tc make an appeal to you. watched from my window till I saw you come home and then slipped down the stairs to meet you There, sir, I guess you know about as much as me of this business
 He sat blinking like an owl, futter ing with nerves and yet desperately determined.
 By this time was pretty well con vfnced that he was going straight witt me. It was the widest sort of nara tive, but had heard in my time many steep tales which had turned out to b. true. and had made practice oi