Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-09-06

Continued From Yesterday
Captain McMann!" exclaimed the
district attorney, making mental note
of the blind mans evasion. II
thought you were lighting him.
HE is lighting me-" corrected the
blind man quietly. But I am max
ing him help me. They took away
my eyes in this case'-a jerk of his
head toward the ceiling told the other
that it was Sydney Thames whom he
meant. They expected me to be
helpless, and another pawn in the
game. But they can't beat me-
! on the pale, masterful face was un-
alterable resolution. The lean, cleft
/ chin was rigidly ominouS. Under the
skin of the cheeks the muscles play
ed. The district attorney could i'm
agine the eyes, beneath the folds of
| the alcohol-soaked bandages cleaning
with the light of resolve. Despite
/ himself. he shivered slightly. For the
| first time in his life he saw the white
haired man before him as a blood
hound; ruthless, unyielding. A blind
bloodhound .... ..
Did you get any sleep last night ?"
asked the attorney suddenly.
A faint smile softened the lines
around the tight-drawn lips. You
forget that but twenty hours or so
| have elapsed since the dead man was
discovered. It was only last night,
you know. Things have moved so
quickly that it seems much longer"
He touched the watch beside him.
'Nine-twenty," he announced. NC
Mann should have been at the Beau
monde ten minutes ago"
Are you going to let him go over
the ground before you get a chance ?"
asked the surprised district attorney.
He is my eyes tonight" the blind
man said. Il am merely waiting for
the link that has been missing. Ahi"
The exclamation came as the tele-
phone bell tinkled its signal. Cotton
| took the receiver, and the official held
his breath to hear the one-sided con-
versation.
Yes? Oh, good-evening
/ He is? . What? . Yes
I'll be right there. Good-by!'
Was that McMann?"
NO" answered the problemist, and
the other thought he detected a note
of disappointment in the voice 1T
| is Manager Carl. The police had Wis
tied the suite, and they are there
again. He is furiousl The murder is
running business. He has something
| very important to tell me, he says.
/ Come along?"
The affirmative came eagerly.
Cotton put the watch in his pocket,
| his fingers brushed the chessboard,
then his own hand swept the pieces
and their opponents into a heap at
the side of the board. -Four moves
| to checkmate," he murmured softly.
Then, aloud: Wen catch a taxi at
! the corner. l want Michael to get a
! little sleep"
He picked up his overcoat and light
stick, replaced the bandages with his
blue glasses, and with a touch of
his hand he led the district attorney
| through the dark hall to the front
door With his hand on the latch,
ne called out over his shoulder:
IhatS all tonight. Shrimp. Go to
oed. Leave the notes on my desk"
From an upper room came the
cneery voice of the boy: "All right.
Mister Cotton"
A blind bloodhound How correct.
yet how sinister the comparison. The
ollnd man refused to take a minutes
rest himself. but all connected with
him must have their sleep The ciI,ic
official was trusting the man who had
never seen light who knew it only
as a thing that tortured his tender
eyeoalls - to show him the raw in
the darkness that enshrouded the
strange case. And he knew the blind
man would do it; just as Cotton had
led the man who could see through
the darkness to the front door of the
mouse. He knew that the man who
had been blind at birth, whose one
heIp had been taken from him bv
th9Se ne was lighting. would win!
Ihey found taxi at the corner, and
word from the district attorney nut
traItlc regulations at naught.
Inc new atmosphere around the
beaumonde could be felt the minute
tney entered the big main entrance
me mantle of tragedy still hung heavv
Where only the care-free cloak of
broadway should have been. There
was the usual crowd of louneers in
the lobby. and Cotton felt their cur
ious stares. They were not guests
out others of the morbidly curious
that infest crime scenes for days like
rion. VI car
a page, evidently instructed to look
out Tor the blind man, came up swiftly
and whispered: Mr.. Carts Office.
SIR"
A half-dozen alert-looking Young
men who had been standing bv the
desk fairly swooped down on them
When they saw the district attorney.
But with the experience of much
practice he waved them aside sniI-
ingly. II have no official Connection
with the case, boys" he declared
m here merely as a friend of Mr.
Cotton" -4i
The blind man became the target
for questions then, but he refused To
talk, and his manner caused even the
persistent newspaper men to fall back
and allow him to go on
Thornley, Cotton opened the door NJ