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


knocked. The hotter managers wor-
ried smile of greeting faded from
his face as he saw the district attor-
ney, and it went a shade paler. Col
ton closed the door tightly. and spoke
ITS all right. Mr.. Carl" he assured
the other. The district attorney
knows of Bracken's connection with
already involved him!"
You don't say - so!" gasped the
manager. staring blankly why =
there was shock of sudden discovery
in his tone-"he's a villain"
Looks that way" Cotton agreed
seriously. Then: "McMann up
stairs ?"
Yes" blurted Carl wrathfulIv. HE
and that iron-jawed detective of his
are tearing the insides out of Brack-
ems suite, and he never allie wed any
one to lay a hand on a stick of fur
niture. Wen have to work like the
very devil to straighten it out before
he gets back"
Not much time before tomorrow
noon Cotton admitted. finding a
chalr by the desk with touch of his
cane.
Tomorrow noon" echoed Carl
blankly. NJ haven't been able to To-
cate him."
He sent a wireless to the district
attorney this afternoon" Cotton ex-
planned, his fingers tapping idly on
the piled papers that strewed the
desk.
Carl darted a glance toward the dis
alton. JUL
Great Heaven!" The hotel man.
ayers voice trembled That son of
ms. He took a turn about the Of
nee ana when he spoke again his voice
vas steady: I've always loved that
ooy' cotton. And when he came to
me and said that he'd straightened
out and he'd met the right girl 7
wanted to know if he could have a
ned been working for year. and he
wanted to kno wifi he could havea
spread for himself the girl. and bar
mother in his fathers private dining
room. l knew it was going against
ms father, but here was a chance to
| help the boy along instead of giving
MIN the kick his kind usually gets,
was away all yesterday afternoon.
ana my assistant promised to look If
ter them. 1 didn't get back till late
and Norman had started away. Other
Things came up the minute I got here
| ana l never thought a thing about II
until this morning, when McMann
wanted to search the suite. Of
| course, l was nearly crazy, but when
we got there I didn't see a crumb,
The boy apparently hadn't arrived
and there was nothing to show tbet ea
the suite had been occupied even
when the two policemen went through
IT, Now they're at it againi"
Almost exactly the same story he
told mel exclaimed the district at
torney.
When did he visit you, Mr.. Carl?"
asked Cotton.
Day before yesterday"
All, the same day he visited the
district attorney; before he bleached
his black hair and took his place in
your diningroom"
He was the waiter who heIped
the dead man." The excla amatorI,
sentence was combination of panied
surprise and certainty. "Of course !
Who else could it be? My assistant
has only been here about six months,
and he wouldn't know the son of the
owner even without the disguise
Philip hasn't been around in several
years"
mo word of your assistant YETI"
asked Cotton casually.
The manager shook his head. HE
was lucky enough to get away when
he did, growled Carl. The police
are after him to answer a lot of
their fool questions"
60 ihui III III GU COlIOn uTyly.
The tone caused the district attor-
ney to open his lips for a question.
but the blind man gave him no
chance. II guess McMann has had
time to look over that suite" he said.
as he rose. Mind showing me the
way up?"
You don't expect to find more evil
dence of-Bracken's guilt?" The
managers tone was that of a man who
hopes for everything and expects
nothing.
Il expect to find something that the
police are overlooking" the blind man
replied, as he waited for a ending
hand.
The district attorney said nothing
but the look on his face expressed
volumes; 1t was the look of a man
utterly weary. He had been hoping
against hope. that the suspicion which