Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-03-23

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"You're right! By the great guns,
you're right" he exclaimed in some
excitement. "Come on an we'll see
if we can find any more of these"
"Wait minute" I checked him.
LETS measure this one now. You
takes notes."
l drew the tape and carefully took
the measurements of the print, call
ing them to the detective, who wrote
them down in book.
"Now," l said as we finished, "we'll
look for some more"
We searched, but without success.
There was that single print, point
ing inward from the window, and
then came the wide path of many
other feet leading from door to door
across the room, and into the one
where Gustav had lain.
Whatever may have been there ear
lier in the day was smuged and OBJ
liberated by the others which had
tracked across them. Once or twice
we thought we had found one SIM
liar to the first, but we could not be
sure.
Johnson swore.
"What a bunch of darned fools we
were not to look this morning" he
berated himself and Bryce. "But
honest, Glace, the thing looked so
clear"
"That, as Miss Burton said, you
never looked below the surface" /
finished.
Johnson scowled and wagged his
head
"That's right" he admitted. But
how in time did Dual know the thing
was here?"
81 don't know" l confessed, "but
he must have had a reason. He new
er makes a statement unless he
does"
''But he wasn't here, puzzled John
son. "He was miles away, an he
didn't see anything at all, nor know
anything at all, and yet"
"He knew something, all right
You've got to admit that" took
him up.
at looks that way" he grumbled
"But good Lord-how?"
l had been thinking. Now, as he
paused in confused question, turned
the subject back to the footprint.
"If a man came in through that
window he must have laid hands on
the sill, Johnson. Come over there
and see if we can find any finger
prints"
He started to attention.
Right you are" he snapped out
and reached the window in bound
bent, and began to scan the wood of
the sill with a careful eye.
"Take the glass;" l suggested
"and look about foot inward from
each end. He'd reach through, grasp
the sill with his hands, and swing his
leg between his arms. The footprint
is about the middle of the sill if you'll
look"
He nodded, took the glass without
looking around, and continued his in,
spection.
"And here they are!" he cried out
in sudden exultation. "See? He die
just what you said. Wait! I'll take
a print of those. Take the glass!
He literally tossed it to me anc
reached into his pocket, from which
he drew a small package of gray pow
der, busting it lightly over the region
where the hands of the unknown hat
rested.
Then with small sheet of carbon
paper he pressed lightly and smoothl!
over the busted outlines and lifteC
away a gray impress of the telltal'
marks.
He lifted face which had grown
thinner and more tense.
"Glace," he remarked, "we're oil
the trail of something big and devil
ish, and we're going to run it down
If this goes like it looks, Gus Conra'
was shot by the man who climbed il
this window. You can bet Pm goin,
| to look below the surface from nov
on, all right, and I'll get this jaspe
if it takes ten years."
Very carefully he put the pape
away.
!, 81 reckon we'd better go outside,
| he added.
We left the house and went into tn
grounds.
Then we walked around and cam
5 down the side, until we were belo,
the window where the man must hav
entered. There we both went dow
in the grass and crept CAREFUL
, toward the wall, scanning the cart
s for a sign, but not until we were di
e rectly beneath the window did W