Bisbee daily review., 1922-01-29

when sch first knew tla; srs va.e was Miriam Griswold, and what be- came of the small pistor with winch she fired from the fire escape through the bulls-eye which she had previous ly marked upon the canvas of the portrait, straight into Mrs. vane heart-Can you tell us, Miss Bar rows'"
 He turned abruptly to the small figure of Miss Shaw, but this time she did not shrink. nor was there the slightest surprise nor hesltatlon as she replied:
 Yes, the pistol is here knew that Professor Semyonovs apartment was the only one one in the building which would be exempt from search. so while he was downstairs with you, Sergeant Barry, before z,-rs-ant Craig came up l slipped in here-the the pistol behind that p:,s or vfonn music. I could see it hadn't been touched for months"
 Tt is nearly month since,' the young woman went on, going out late one evening passed Mrs. Vane's door and heard her in a heated dis
 
 l knew who he was from the day he came here to live so I stopped and listened. She was making a demand for more money and l soon heard enough to convince me that my search was finally ended. l had a speaking acquaintance with her al- ready and a week after that man. aged to have her invite me into her studio.
 Il watched her as she sat upon her stool, painting, saw that her | breast was on level with the thiFd step of the stairs in the portrait and. getting behind it, marked the spot on the carvas with a bit of red paint. l Ycu see, I'd planned during that week i jig. what 1 should do; 1 knew that she often worked at night and onIy awaited my opportunity"
 She nodded and even smiled sl ght- ly at Craig, who. stood awkwardly uangling in his huge hands the tiny pistol he had retrieved from beneath the dusty heap of music. ! That's what I did with it: Iy, car red It for seven years, put I'm fin ished with it now"
 What made you go down again afterwards. Miss?' Craig evidently felt that something was expected of hlm. ''I mean when the medical ex- aminer was there and ordsled you away from the ccrpsey'
 I wanted to smear the brown paint which l knew was still wet on the canvas, over the ballet hole SD that it would not be read l. discovered. and did. Sine turned to Barry. T don't in the least care what hap pens to me now, but l am curious ! to know what made you suspect me at first"
 The caliber Of the pistol used" he replied. It was dictinctly a w.man's weapon; Mrs. Vane was the rutcless. predatory type who if she turned sex outlaw would be the natural enemy of all women; you were the only other , feminine tenant in the house and you made contradictory statements When l fund the bullet hole in the canvas knew the shot must have teen rIred from just outside the window, the fire escape was the only means of ac- cess and the choice lay between you and Mrs. Griswold. He would not have paid bIaclImail to her a-: -.ie=s years if he had meant to run his own neck into d moose by eliminating her, so when I started west we were pretty sure of our ground, Sergeant Craig and l."
 But the steps we heard on the stairs." Professor Semyonov ex- claimed.
 They were those of Mir. Griswold ascending and a moment later Mir. Ladd descending" Barry remarked. Chief, l think our case is finished"
 May l speak?" Professor Semv- onov rose before the official could reply. If it can De proven that this young lady was for years an inmate of an institute for the crippled and feeble-minded I think l can assist in furthering the ends of real justice providing you are willing. sir. to en- trust her to my care. nine-uaNs- sensation in the newspapers. year or so for Miss Barrows in quie; l,s- treat of wkich know and which the district attorney will encu-5e ana the world VII have forgotten ai:Ke the evil woman whose execution took place beneath this roof and the man. ner of it."
 fIll take chance on lcu s-v time, porressori" The chef smoke m d relieved tone. '';erseanr Cral.. s,e that Miss Barrows is plared in the prison ward at Bellevue hospital tenn ptrl IL, under the charge of man sllu. tter"
 Atter the young woman had been led away sobbing hystericaltv. Pro fessor SemyonoV turned once more to Barry with whimsical smile.
 You were right, my friend. it ha- c, orything to do with the cHme after all; that step oa the stairs.
 THE END.
 Copyright. 1922. NEA ServiceN