The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-12-10

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fourth or fifth in The House of Three
Deuces'' as No. 222 Kenix street. The
Bronx. had come to be called.
Grant had come in the auto OF his friend,
Chief Detective Cadogan. and the two.
having forced their way through the NOR
crude barrel. lately bound with rope
The murdercr's Latin Grant pro-
nounced In an uHdertone. That was done
with a knife"
cadogan nodded and held up the piece
OF stained o!lcloth that had covered the
body. - solved one barrel mystery with
q piece OF oilcloth,' he remarked. May
be- can do the same AGAIN.
Maybe" said Grant noncomn7ittaIIy,
and with help or the policeman on guard
they forced the door beside the barrel
The room that they entered was in Wild
disorder a table from which the oiIcloth.
had obviously been cut, was overturned:
chairs were flung about, and on floor and
walls was CORY proof or q terrible strug-
gle.
Swiftly the two searched the sordfd
place, and presently Grant held up an
eyelet with bit of thread hanging to 1T
"a womnn's mixed up In this" he as
serted
IF you found whalebone ! suppose
you'd say a whale did the murder snort
ed CadoEan. a little sore Mt being fore
stalled Grant said nothing. but pocket
Ing the eyelet went to puzzle over paper
bag Of whitO beans that Ind fallen on the
floor near the wall cupboard and burst
IT was nearly empty. In the middle of
the floor was another bean, and another
lay by the door.
Just then the coroner arrived. and after
he had finished his investigation they left,
#Cadogan to follow up his oilcloth clue In
nelghborlng stores and Grant to telephone
his paper.
The good-Iooking young reporter return
ed presently, puzzIinE over the beans.
Why had there heen SO few in the bag,
since 1t must have been nearly full to
burst IN fall? And why were there only
two elsewhere on the floor?
Since the ambulance and its grim load
had departed there was no crowd at the
door Of the House OF. Three EDeuces now,
though the policeman was still on guard,
of course. Grant nodded 70 him, and was
about to enter when his eye fell on some
thing on the sidewalk. It was another
bean.
ewell, by George!n muttered the re-
porter Just like the old fairy tale! I
wonder If
4 He glanced searchingly up the street
and suddenly. with a muttered word to
the policeman from the corner OF his
mouth. started to stroll casually in the
direction in which he had been looking
Presently he drew newspaper from his
pocket and began to read 1t with interest.
In minute or two he came up with
and passed indlferent1y n dark, evi1-faced
young man who had been walking towards
him with an appearance OF mingled haste
and leisure, going out of his way every
few steps to crunch something underfoot.
Grant turned and followed the fellow at n
distance, and presently the man paused
near tho house of death.
The policeman glanced ut him indlffer-
entity and away again. and the man got
out a package OF cigarettes and proceeded
to light one. He fumbled with his box Of
matches and dropped It: stopped quickly
TO recover 1t, and turned back towards
the reporter, who was seemingly absorbed
In the sporting page. AS he passed the
uaan gave Grant a suspicious look and