The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-12-02
must be looked into.


Avice, in her own heart, was
sure they meant nothing serious.
Her uncle had held these two
grudges a long time, but she
didn't think any recent or des-
perate matter had ensued.
Some newspaper clippings,
most of them concerning natural
history, and a few elaborate rec
ipes for cooking, completed the
collection found in the pockets.
Nothing in the least indica-
tive, unless it might be those two
old letters" commented the
coroner.
Pinckney was disappointed.
He had hoped for some clue that
he could trace. Like Avice, he
thought little of the old letters.
Those two eminent citizens were
most unlikely to murder a cot
league, or even to employ a
rogue to do it for them. To his
mind, there was nothing enlight-
ening in all the inquest SO far.
Indeed, he had almost no use for
the Black Hand theory. 1t didn't
seem convincing to him. He
thought something would yet
come out to give them a direc-
ton in which to look, or else the
truth would never be discovered.
And then there was a commo-
ton in the hall, and an officer
came in bringing with him a big,
husky-looking Swede, and a pale
blue-eyed little woman.
"This is Glenn Sandstrom,"
the officer informed the coro-
ner. "And this is his wife. You
can get their stories best from
them"
The big foreigner was very i'll
at ease. He shuffled about, and
when told where to sit, he
dropped into the chair with his
stolid countenance expressing an
awed fear.
The woman was more com
posed, but seemed overwhelmed
at the. unaccustomed splendor of
her surroundings. She gazed at
the pictures and statues with
round, wide eyes and glanced
timidly at Avice, as if the girl
might resent her presence there.
"What is your name?" asked.
Berg Of the big Swede.
"Clem Sanstrom, Ay bane a
Swede, but Ay bane by America
already two years."
"Where do you live and. what
do you dog"
cay live up in the Bronnix,
and Ay work at the digging"
"Digging2 Where"
"Any digging Ay can get. Ay
bane good digger"
"Well, never mind the quality
Of your digging. What do you
know Of this murder of Mr..
Trowbridge?"
Last night, Ay bane COON
home, though Van Coortlandt
Park wood, and Ay herd a man
groan like he was dying. Ay
went to him, and Ay lift his head,
but he was nigh about gone then.
Ay try to hold up his head, but
it drop back and he say, a few
words and he fall back dead"
"How did you know he was
dead?"
cay felt his heart to beat,
and it was all still. Ay saw the
blood on his clothes, and Ay
know he bane stab. Ay think
Italian Black Handler did it,"
"And what did you do then?''
GAY run away to my home.
To my wife. Ay bane afraid the
police think Ay did it,"
Did you see the police
there?"
Eyes. Ay bane wait behind
| the bushes till they COON. Ay
bane afraid Of everything"
"Oh, after the man died, you
waited around there till the po-
! lice camel"
eyes. Ay thought Ay must
do that. Then Ay saw all the
police and the dead wagon, and
Ay waited more till they took
the man away. Then Ay ran fast
to my home"
what did you take from the
body?" Coroner Berg spoke
sternly and the already fright.
ened man trembled in his chair
"Ay take nothing. Ay would
not rob a corp. Nay, that