Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-04-13

To add to the ensemble, If anything
were needed, Dual was smoking q
cigarette, thing he seldom did.
He noted my glance of surprise with
a smile of amusement; then, as he did
so often, answered the unvoiced ques-
ton in my mind: "Why is all this ~
He waved his hand about the room
Because, Gordon, from now on
practically all elements Of the higher
laws disappear from the case. From
now on we deal with hard, cold, mate
rial facts, proven truths of science
The higher laws which serve to point
the trail have served their purpose
and from now on until justice strikes
material proof alone is required"
He crossed and sat down at his
desk
"Let me see what you have
brought" he said.
l handed him the notebook from
Conrad's pocket, the sealed note from
Mallet, and the package from the hos
pital. Over the latter he raised an
interrogative brow.
"Smithson wanted to see what was
in it. opened it," l explained.
Dual smiled.
"Was Smithson satisfied" he in
quired.
"He was only more mystified, and
so was l." answered.
"You1l understand later" said
Semi, "and so will Smithson. Now,
suppose you tell me what you have
done since you left here. Bryce and
Johnson and Mallet will be here after
bit, and l want your story first"
"Mallet!" / exclaimed. "Is Mallet
coming here?"
"Bryce and johnson are bringing
him here" declared Semi. go on
with your story"
AS in the morning, so now l spoke
to his concentrated mind.
told it all: of the finding of the
footprints and the smudge on the
wall; of the spot of white on the desk
and the finger print on the wall; of
my conversation with Marian Burton
and what she had said of Mallet and
her writing of the note to him; of
my trip downtown and the sending
of the messenger, and even my going
to Smithson.
At the end Dual nodded and opened
his eyes.
"How high above the ground was
the window through which the man
entered?" he wanted to know.
81 should Judge about five feet"
replied.
Again my friend nodded, reached
out and picked up the little red note
book which Porter had given to me.
Opening it, he put out his hand.
"Give me the magnifying glass;" he
required.
/ passed it over and he bent above
the written pages of the book, scan-
ming the writing through the glass.
AS he bent that side of his face next
to me was in shadow. 1t was as if
l looked at his silhouette against the
light from the great windows.
l sat and smoked and watched its
pure outline-the strong, high brow;
the eyes, deep set and fathomless of
purpose; the well-shaped nose, and the
firm line of the mouth and chin. Pur-
pose, concentration, knowledge, spoke
from every line of it as he bent above
the pages of the book.
Presently he put it aside and took
up the envelope Mallet had addressed
to Miss Burton, opened it, and drew
out its contents and spread the pag.
before him upon the glass slab.
Once more he focused the lens up
Oh it, tracing it over the lines, pausine
now and then to make a notation or
the margin, thea going on. And
who had seen him thus before, knew
that. from the lines traced by the
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character of the mans soul.
/ had seen some wonderful proof:
of his ability as photographer.
had known him to allege that man
was criminal upon such proof alone
and then support the claim by mater
ial evidence.
Now | sat wondering what secret;
he was wrestling from the writer
words.
Presently he laid aside the glass
and turned to me.
Names" said he, "are wonderful
things, Here we have the writer
signatures of two men, related by
blood, showing largely the same char
acteristic in more or less degree, anC
yet each with its subtitle difference
which stamps it with the individualit.