Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-08-26

That refers to something or
other" said Inspector Cortelyou,
Here. I'll make a sketch of that.
lllingworth. and then you can lock
all these things up. Not much, but
those betting figures suggest a good
deal. and this diagram may yield
something"
With his sketch Of the diagram in
This pocket. and~ his cigar in his
mouth, Inspector Corteiyou went out
into the street and set off in the
direction Of the house where Stead
lodged.
As DO came to the outskirts OF the
mining village he encountered Mark
Quinton, who having seen Philiipa
Mannersley safely into her carriage,
was on his way to consult somebody,
he scarcely knew who. about the
cashier. His face frightened at the
sight Of the little man with the
wrinklsd face and queer attire.
"Ah, inspector" he said. I'm glad
to meet you. / was Just wanting
some one to whom | could turn for
advice. The fact is" and he gavo
the detective a concise account of
what had occurred at the office that
morning. including Phillipas story
of the events of the previous even
ing.
Inspector Cortelyou listened in ST.
lence and with an imperturbable
countenance.
What do you think OF that?' con-
cluded the manager. Queer. isn't
!t:'
Inspector Cortelyou ficksd the ash
off his cigar. Il think" he said,
that its Just what expected to
hear, or something very like it..
However, there IL no need for any
body to be concerned about Mr..
Stead at present. We've got him."
Quinton looked his establishment.
You've got him?" he said. Got
him wners:"
The detective poked his old UNI
brella In the direction Of the police
station.
THERE" he said. Locked up"
Locked up" exclaimed Quinton.
Button what CHARGE"
AT present" replied Inspector
Corteiyou, ''op the charge of forg-
ing Sir Robert Mannersley's name
to a check"
"Ah! Then You have discovered
something?" said Quinton.
Yes. and good DEAL" replied the
detective. I'm just going out to the
house where Stead lodges. IL you'll
walk little way Ill tell you all
about 1t.
"You see" he continued as they
turned back together. "as l told YOU
the other day, had suspicious Of
stead for strong reasons. Now. a
very little accident yesterday afford
ed an immense illumination on the
case. You will remember that from
the night of Sir Roberts murder
until now the study and library have
been vigorously sealed up, SO that no
one should have access to them but
the police, which means practically
1ilingworth and myself.
Fer many reasons this was
necessary but especially for one
that the mass of papers lying in, on,
or about sir Roberts desk should
not he touched. Now Illingworth
and I have carefully gone through
all those papers as we have found
time to do so, but 1t was not until
yesterday that we came to the end
Of our searcl.--an end In double
sense. We found what had been
WHO'RE do you think we found it?"
S~F F~"etS ~Nft sNHfrNfc
cigar, gaxed up at the tall manager
with quizzical expression.
Il haven't the remotsst idea," said,
Quinton. where"
I'm the big Vastepaper basket that
stood on the right hand side of Sir
Roberts chair" answered Inspector
Cortelyou. Likely place, wasn't IT?
But I've known less likely-lots of
'em, in fact"
"And this clue" asked ouinton,
eagerly; what was it,"
ut was two clues, as q matter of
fact-a sort Of two corrcborations of
one undoubted fact" answered the
detective. "As I say. We had ex-
aminsd Observation-Disclosures, as
yeu may he aware, 10 q bit new to
such lob and REQUIRED vatcbins
---and had found nothing. and so I
heksn "a inspection of the contents
Of the wastepaper basket. which, as
you know, is an extra sire one"
"Just so-just SCI" exclaimed
cuinton, excitsdly. And there. no