Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1921-11-20

ana nodde0. he kneW-yeE, IL was
here; and he rolled out q drawer. The
mason Inclined his head, brushing his
eyes with a lime-stained hand. His
brother, he said. The attendant made
a grimace over his shoulder: and the
man with the cigar approached. eye
took out notebook, and they talked
in low tones. the policeman making
entries as the other answered.
'You will have TO be corroborated,
Of course" said tho policeman. not
but WHY" calculated the mason,
Mortified. The policeman said he
couldn't say why-they had to be
careful. The mason produced his
union card and other credentials to
establish his identity.
THE next day little funeral party
departed from that side street
"parlor." with what pomp the poor
,, may give to their dead. There were
four carriages. three Of them empty
with blinds drawn. and in the first
the only mourner. the mason.
On their return. the policeman with
the cigar met the foremost carriage
there were some final papers to sign
| for the records. When the mason
stepped down he looked up and saw
! they were at the porticoed door of a
big building. He drew back involun-
| tarily, but the man with the cigar
| had double twist on his coat sleeve.
Come along quietly. and don't start
anything" he said amiably and led
| the mourner up the stone steps and
! sat man at desk. The man at
I the desk was Parr, deputy commits
sioner Of police.
"Ha, ha! At last. Well. how'd it
! go?" asked Parr. looking up. The
mason Strengthened up, breathing
bard.
Sophie almost got away with il,
| said Parr-"knocking the old du1er
off, like that, with arsenic in his
| dope. And turning the stiff over to
that comes along to identify it-you
| thought you weren't even taking a
chance. didn't you, William
| 1t was William, the footman-
! William redrawn. some lines erased,
as plausible as a raised check. He
swallowed hard.
Parr pointed to IA glass paper
weight on his desk.
| Did you ever see that before?
Answer me" he snarled, with sudden
i ferocity. William looked from Parr
to the paper weight and back again,
1
| What did Amos p. Huntington call
himself twelve years ago, when he
| left his finger prints on that paper
| weight. in the Park place murder
| Parr referred to crime that had
gone down in the annals as a cele-
brated mystery. 1t was a mystery
no more. The obscure man who was
found dead in his chair in West
Broadway had the same finger prints.
William did not answer.
| What did you blow up, in your
rubber plant. William" asked Parr.
Was it a basket of cats-or dogs
or did you borrow another of your
! brothers from East Goth street?
Sophie put the remains through the
crematory SO fast we didn't have a
| look in
! Parr laughed So did William. BY
| that laugh Parr knew that questions
! were useless. At that moment the
door opened, and Admission came in
| swinging stick.
Take him downstairs" growled
Parr to an attendant. Charge him
with-complicity in the murder OF
John Doe, alias Amos P. Huntington
PARIS eyes twinkled. When Will
liam had been led out he said to
Admission. with some relish:
"As matter of fact. Admission, you
| ought to be downstairs on thai
| charge"
But how-what-I got your WIFE
came right in. Is there-did
| Certainly" responded Parr. nod.
ding. "You are wonder. oliver" he
added What put it into your head
to start Sophie after her husband
Don't tell me you didn't" said the
deputy. as Admission tried to break in
with a word. Il heard you. You
telephone the other day intyour study
when you told me in a loud voice
to go out and find her husband-that
he had squealed on ner. On the level
Admission. thought you were squeal-
ing. on me. Then it all came over
all right, Oliver
Well. it was the obvious thing to
do, of course" agreed Oliver, now
preening himself. II knew you
couldn't find him. I knew the only
way was to scare her into starting
after him herself-then your men
could trail along behind. 1t made a
very good ending Of the story, l
! thought" said Oliver Your men
| trailed her, of course?"
We'll. as a matter Of fact" said
Parr, weakly. "she got the jump on
| us. You know Sophie! So we lust
| sat back and waited
Waitedr calculated Admission.
duced him. all right" said Parr.
| Dead" he added grimly. He related
| swiftly how the bogus Amos p Hunt
ington, who had been blown up by
synthetic rubber and cremated, In the
end came to his death and burial in
would never have known who ne
, overlooked.
MY window-washer." said Farr.
borrow a razor. among other personal
enects OF the late Amos P, that So
phie had packed away in box. We
found f1nger-prints on it that corre-
spond to that" he said. pointing at
the glass paper-weight. When his
finger-prints. the rest was simple
enough" And Parr. who had COM
placently encompassed the murder of
! a murderer. by neglecting to follow
chair. "oh, they all come to pot.
sooner or later" he said, in his philo-
sophie mood again.
"oh-she's on her way downtown
now" exclaimed Parr. "Sit still.
| You'll see her"
THE Dresden china widow. an hour
before, had set out on her after
| noon drive to air her red-headed me-
chanic. At Forty-second street a po-
liceman said grufiiy: Drive up to the
| curb, young fellow" The red-headed
mechanic had obeyed with alacrity
Let me have your keys" commanded
the traffic policeman. He took the
proffered keys and calmly locked the
doors of the litter. Sophie could not
escape now. except by sma shing
glass. Take her to headquarters"
commanded the traffic man. While
Parr and Oliver sat talking. Sophie
was announced. The graceful little