The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1922-09-13
By VARICK vANARDY Author q
'sThe Two-Faced Man." "Alias the
Night Wind" etc.

Rushton answered-and it was no.
tlcable that he addressed himself di-
rectly TO Carruthers, as if he had al
ready recognized a master mind for
criminal investigation. "Mr. Clancy
didn't cotton TO Belknap from the
first. He asked me to find out who
he was-and is. / could get no sat
Isfaction from any lines that we al
ready had on him, so / sent a kid
down here with what looked like a toy
camera. He's a little guy, but older
than he looks; and he's smart. / fig
ured that nobody'd pay any attention
TO q kid takin' snapshots with a toy.
See?"
Nobody replied. Rushton continued:
He got two. One of 'em was a
corker. | had it @enlarged, and a
thousand of 'em printed. I sent one
TO the police of every city, big an lit
tie, n to almost every town I could
thing of, with the request, please
Identify, if possible When I'd fin
ished sendin' 'em, / had a dozen of
'em left. Then | got a hunch. Says
l to myself, That guy went to Arch
ers just to get himself took to My
quest. He amt there on no common
stunt, either, and he amt no common
crook, or I'd have had a line on him
before now. What's his lay?' says I.
'Card-sharpin', mebby, or bIackmail.
Blackmail sort of fitted my sconce
and, If that was his lay, it followed
that he thought he knew something
about the Maxwilton family, or about
Mr.. Harvard, that would draw coin.
Well, | sent the dozen pictures I had
left 10 every place on the map around
about the locality where Lady Kate
was born, in Kentucky-sent em to
constables and all that. Then | had
another hundred printed and sent
more to other places down there; and
| looked up a list of Mr.. Harvard's
classmates at college and Sent them
one-and so on.
"Well, Mr.. Carruthers, / got this
letter this afternoon. You read il
out loud. It's the finish of what I've
got to say"
Carruthers received the letter
glanced through it, and then did as
requested. 1t was dated from a towr
IN Kentucky that was located less
SAh0Ai q SNOAG VI iAi1ES IIOlH Tie uDtl1E-
stead of Senator Maxwilton.
The letter was as follows:
Dear Sir:-Iour letter with
picture received. First off |
didn't think l knew any such per-
son, but when | looked at it some
more | got to reckoning that I'd
seen him somewhere; and finally
ram nm hnTaH - MON xyhn3I h1ax,
to u place two or three years
ago asking for old Judge Mar
bury, who's dead and gone ten
years. He had asked me about
the judge, and I'd sent him to the
judges son, who's practicing law
now IN his dads place. | was GER
tain it was the same man, so |
ups and takes the picture over to
young Boyd Marbury-he's only
twenty-five now. Soon's | showed
it to him he says: Eyes, sir;
that's him." And that's all I
could get out Of him for a while.
But Boyd likes me, and bimeby he
tells me this-seeing as how a
regular detective wants the infor-
nation, only he made me swear
that | wouldn't tell nobody else.
The mar came here to ask about
some property, says he, that he
understood that Cranshaw Beld-
ing (who was hung for murder
thirty years ago) had left be-
hind him. Said he was distant
kin to Belding. He got mad
when he found that it had all
been sold for taxes years ago, and
done some cussing. Then he went
away without paying young Boyd
a cent. Well, sir, Boyd and me
we put our heads together, and
we Chat is, | did, remembered
that Gran Belding had a son that
was three or four years old when
he was hung, that he said he'd
murdered at the same time he
remembered a kind of jerky way
that the stranger had had about
him that was a whole lot like
what I'd seer Gran Belding do
lots of times. So, | says to my
self, I'll bet a cooky that Gran
didn't kill this boy, and that the
chap that came here was that boy
growed up.
That's all / know, Mr.. Rushton,
and it amt much. You can take
it for what it's worth. if it's
worth anything at all. He don't
look like Gran did, but he acts like
him, and he's got a way of perk-
ing his head that's like him
and | wouldn't wonder a mite if
it vas him-that is, if the man
whose picture you sent to me
amt Gran Belongs bog growed
up. Yours truly,
JASPER p. 5EELOyER,
Town Constable.
Although Carruthers read the lei
ter through almost without EXPIRES