The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1921-02-17

III my Puo-oiiol-oSJ oooh. ~ '
what you expect to hear, you
hear. That is, Wilky heard Car
ibbean, as she thought, an she
natchedly spected to hear sea
next, so she honest thought she
did,!
That is psychological reason
ing, " said Whiting, cts Mum
sterberg s theories applied to de-
lection. I've read it. And it's
true, doubtless, that the girl
thought she heard Caribbean, ex-
pccted to hear sea next, and as
sumed she did hear it. -
"Yessir," cried Fibsy eagerly,
that S the guy, Musterberg-or
whatever his name is. I'm study
in him, cause | m goin to be a
detective.''
Now, let us see how this new
angle Of vision affects our out
look said Judge Hoyt, ignor-
ing the boy, and turing to the
district attorney.
It gives us a fresh start, u
said Whiting musingly, and
here's my first thought: Who
ever telephoned that message not
only knew of Mr.. Trowbridge's
interest in rare beetles, but knew
the scientific names for them. -
Right" agreed Hoyt, "and
doesn't that imply that we mist
start afresh for suspect? For,
surely, neither Stryl1er, the but
Ter, nor Mr.. Landon would have
those names so glibly on his
tongue. -
Also, it was somebody who
knew how to set the trap-the
milk bottle trap. Terence, my
boy, you did a big thing this
morning. How did you come to
think it out?"
II thought such a long time,
sir. Fibsy's manner was earnest
and not at all conceited. 81
thought of everything I could
find in me bean to explain those
crazy words that Wilky-Miss
Wilkinson-said she heard. An
| knew the goil well enough to
know she heard jest about what
she said she did, an so, I says
to myself, there must be some
meanin' to 'em. An at last I
doped it out they must have sum
pun to do with Mr.. Trowbridge s
bug C lection. He d go anywhere
or do anythin fer a new bug or
bold. So Event an. asked Miss
Avice to let me give the election
the once over. An she did, an
then [ saw name sumpum like
Wilky's Stephanotis, an ] was
jest sure [ was on the right track.
So l ups an goes to see Perfesser
Mer 'dith-an' there you are!''
F'ibsy's face glowed not with
vanity but with honest pride iii
his own achievement.
The boy was sent away with
an assurance that his assistance
would be duly recognized at some
other time, but that now he was
in the way.
Not at all offended, he took
his hat, and with his funny apol-
ogy for bow he left the room.
Looks bad, said Groot.
For whom asked Whiting.
Landon, of course. He knows
all that scientific jargon. He's
a college msn-''
He never was graduated,
said Hoyt.
No matter; he gathered up
enough Latin words to know
names and things. . Or he looked
them up on purpose. The he set
the milk bottle trap. What hap
pens? Do the things crawl in?'
Yes, said Hoyt. Attracted
by the odor Of the drug, and the
molasses, they crawl to the edge,
tumble In, and can get out
{ Il N, well, Ilanden knows all
this, and he sets The trap and
bats his uncle as EEL as the
beetles. He tempts him with a
promise Of this Sephanotis bug,
and off goes uncle, willingly.
Then Landon meets him here, or
gees with him it S all one-and
he stahs him, and Trowbridge
lives long enough, thank good
ness, to say: Kane killed me!p
You can't get away from that
speech, Mr.. Whiting. If there
hadn t been any suspect named
Kane, we might saw Mr. Trow-