Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-03-23
deep into the damp earth.


Johnson pointed it out with thin
Tipped smile.
"There it is" he said quite calmly
Gle stood there and reached up and
gripped the sill. He put all his
weight on that foot when he stretched
up, and he pressed it in deep. Go on
and measure it, and see how it match
es up"
got out the tape, and with hands
which trembled l laid it lengthwise
and across the well-made print. One
by one gave the measurements to
johnson, and he wrote them down
beneath the others from the print in
side. At the end he nodded in sat-
isfaction.
"They tally" he announced. "And
see here"
He pointed to a fresh scratch on a
brick, broad and smudged, with a bit
of mud sticking to it-such a mark
as might be made by the toe of a
shoe scraping against the wall
We looked at it for fully minute;
then turned away.
"Now," 1 announced, "I've got to
see the Porters. Do you know where
they are?"
Somewhere at the back" said
johnson, following along.
We went back into the front hall
and walked down it to door at the
rear, where l raped. Footsteps
came from the other side, and it was
swung back by the old valet.
"Can you come in front for few
moments ?" l requested, and he nod
ded and stepped into the hall.
Once in the front room, / asked
him if there was any way in which l
could obtain a sample of the younger
Conrad's writing.
He viewed the request with some
surprise.
."All the writing done of late was
done by Mr.. Gustav" he volunteered;
"but l rather fancy it would not do
to take any of them away, they being
mostly business papers and the like"
81 only want a mere specimen" |
explained. "Just word or two.'
He knit his brows for a moment.
GLOW would a small notebook or
something like that do" he asked.
at would be the very thing" re-
piled.
Porter turned to Johnson.
"Will it be all right, sir, to let him
have it? l was thinking maybe there
might be a notebook in the coat
pocket of the suit Mr.. Gus was wear
ing last night"
"Glace is acting with me-" reas-
sured Johnson. "If you can dig up
what he wants, get about it quick
Porter nodded and walked through
the door toward Gusav's room. John
son and l followed
The coat and vest of the wounded
man still hung over the back of a
chair, and Porter Immediately began
an examination of the pockets, pres.
emily withdrawing a small book bound
in soft red leather, and extending ii
to me.
"That is a memorandum book he
always carried" he stated. "You car
see he's writ his name on the front
page himself
opened the book and verified his
words.
"This is his own writing? You're
sure?" l questioned.
"Oh, yes, sir!" declared Porter
"I'm sure of it, SIR"
"And, Porter" l continued, "dc
you know if the window in the mex
room was opened or shut during las
night ?"
at was open, sir. Mr.. Conrad al
ways had it open, winter and sum
mer. He liked the air, sir, though
he always had this here window open
That was why nobody slept in thi
room, sir"
"Then it would be easy for some
body to get in that way, Porter"
My "Some one to get in, sir!" crie'
the man. "Why, yes, sir. But M,
Gawd, sir-you don't think that any
body did get in--not last night, sir
asks your pardon, but just wha
do you mean by that?"
1--WE mean that some one came il
that window and murdered your mas
ter, and tried to murder Mr.. Gustav
and thought he had succeeded" SAT-
Johnson.
"Then" - Porter's hands wer
shaking and his lips writhed abov
the question =" "then Mr.. Gusta
wouldn't have killed the master, sir?
"No."
"Thank Gawd, sir!" stammered tn
servant. "I've been thinking-an
thinking-and hoping, sir-but