The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-09-30

Yes, he put his hand out for a mo- ment. then he closed the window"
 And locked it?" asked Bisby.
 Tt locks itself. with a snap catch. Then-ah here Is the strange thing! Then he went back, sat at his desk. and in a~moment he fell over and the blood spurted out"
 Didn't he stab himself?" Fisby asked.
 T don't know. He didn't seem to do anything but scratch his ear and over he fell Such a sight I was afraid and I ran away-fast"
 "AIl very we'll" said stone, "but whats became of the weapon?'
 T know" Fisby almost creamed, in his excitement "Oh, F. stone-I knoww
 well, tell us. Terence-but steady now. my boy. Don't get too eX- cited"
 "No. sir" and the lad grew sud denly quiet But l know. Wait just a minute, sir. Where are the photo graphs of the house that the detec- tives took the day after?'
 "Il1 get them Lockwood said, and left the room.
 He returned and Fisby found  fully at certain pictures.
 Tt proves" he said solemnly IF Stone, you have solved your greatest casew
 It was characteristic of the boy, that although the solution was his own, his deference to Stone was sin cere and unself-conscious.
 Please" he said, T don't know Latin, but you will find the expla- nation of Dr. Waring's death on that red stained page. He was reading Martial as we know and he pointed to the Epigram on tho page in question, ''as he read that, he found a way out"
 The grave statement was impress sive, and stone took the book.
 Shall I translate, or read the Latin aloud?' he asked the others.
 Walt minute, I'll get a Martial In English" Lockwood said, out of consideration for Trasl5s possible ig- norance of the dead language.
 What number Is the Epigram?' ?' hea asked. returning.
 Stone told him, and Lockwood found the place, and passed the English version to Stone. Aloud, the detective read this:
 TRANSLATION
 Book ", Epigram IS
 On a youth killed by the fall of a piece of ice.
 Just where the gate near the DOT tico of Agrippa is always dripping with water. and the slippery pave ment Is wet with constant showers, mass of water, congealed by win ter's cold, fell upon the neck of a youth who was entering the damp temple, and when it had inflicted 8 cruel death on the unfortunate boy, the weapon melted in the warm wound 1t had made. What cruelties does not Fortune permit? Or where is not death to be found, if you, the waters. turn cut -throats.
 N"And so you see" Fibsy broke the ensuing silence, "he decided to stab himself with an iclcle, and he did He didi" he repeated. triumphantly, The went to that window back of the big globes and got one-and here's the proof! Look through the glass, F. S."
 Stone did so, and without doubt, the fringe of icicles that hung from that particular window sash showed one missing! It was the very win dow that Nogl stated War'ng had l opened, and had put his hand out of for a moment.
 Clearly, he had broken off an icicle, strong and firm on that freez- ing night. had returned to his chair, and inspired by the story of the youth under the pOrtico of Agrippa, had stabbed his own jugular vein with the sharp, round point, and had fallen unconscious.
 The icicle. melting in the wound, had disappeared, and death had fol- lowed in a moment or two.
 They went to the study, and Nogi was made to initiate the movements he saw Dr. Waring make. It left no doubt of the exact facts and the rOVcterNa was solved.
 Do you suppose he meant to make 1t seem a murder?" asked Stone, thoughtfully.
 "He did not" defended Lockwood That is he did not mean to imph- i cate anybody. He was a man amen able to sudden suggestion, and apt to follow 1t, I am certain the idea | came to him, as he read his book | and in the impulse of the moment hf rose, got the implement and did tR deed It was like him to read q book after his talk with his dav ter. He often resorted to reao ng for time to clear his mind for some important decision. Had he not read tEat very page, he would in all prob ability not have taken his life at that time"
 There can be no doubt of 1t all said Stone "Flsby. the credit ot the discovery, is yours. You did g great piece of work"
 Fibsy blushed with delight al Stones praise, which he cared fol