The Weekly Journal. — 1904-01-08 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

FRIDAY. JANUARY 8. 1904.  "What alma" • " That's jest whoa I eon% UN*amend Calton, It mat bats base sotnetbt, for she seat fee lin is he was by her head& Weis! frill= of iss and two on Friday postiing"Thee he did not return to the soW• " No, he did aok be west to fre his appcdatseat, Bet for sue reason or er„._ wean tefl wheri this appcdstmeat was. I went to his rooms to-day sad lotted this half-buret lettir, making hins to come." Calton handed the letter to Zilalp, who placed it oa the table and examaised it cam hilly, This was written on Thursday," said the detoctivo.  " Of course--you can see that from the date; and Whyte was murdered on Friday, the 27th." 'lt was written at something Tills, Toorak," pursued Hiisip, still examining the paper. "Oh! I understand; he went down " Hardly," retorted Calton, in a sarcastic tone. "He couldn't very well go down there, have an interview, and be back in East Melbourne in an hour—the cabman Itotois can prove that he was at Russell Streft at one o'clock, and his landlady that he entered his lodging in East Melbourne before two—no, he wasn't at Toorak."  " When was this letter delivered?" 'Shortly before twelve o'clock, at the Melbourne Club, by a girl, who, from what the waiter saw of her, appears to be a disreputable individual. You will see it says bearer will Wait him at Bourke Street, and as another street is mentioned, and as Fitzgerald, after leaving Whyte, went down Russell Street to kelp his appointment, the most logical conclusion is that the bearer of the letter waited for him at the corner of Bourke and Russell Streets. Now," went on the lawyer, "I want you to find out who the girl that brought the letter is." "But how P " "Heaven bless my soul, Eilsip, how stupid you are !" cried Calton, his irritation getting the better of him. "Can't you understand— ant paper came from one of the back slums, therefore it must have been stolen." A sudden light flashed into Bible. eye?. " Talbot Villa, Toorak," be cried qurklz. snatching up the letter again and examining it with great attention, where that burglary took place." " Exactly " said Calton, - coin _ smiling placently. Now do you understand what I want—yon must take me to the crib in the back slums where the articles stolen from the house in Toorak were hidden. This paper," -inting to the letter—" is part of the swag left behind, and must have been used by someone there. Brian Fitzgerald obeyed the directions given in the letter, and he was there at the time of the murder."  fiTticiiisTaiti-,;-s-aia-xiisip, with & gratified purr. There were four Ines engaged in that burglary, and they hid the swagat Mother Guttersnipe's crib, in a lane off Little Bourke Street—but hang it! a swell like Mr Fitagerald In evening dress couldn't very well have gone down there unless—" _ _  _ 'Re had someone with him well known in the locality," finished Calton, rsipdly. "Exactly; that woman who delivered the letter at the club guided him. Judging from the waiter's description of her appearance, I should think she was pretty well known about the slums." _ _ _  "Well." said Xibsip, rising and looking at his watch, "It's noW nine o'clock, so if you like we will go to the old hag's place at on&. Dying woman," he said, as if struck by a sudden thought; 'there was a woman who died there about four weeks ago." " Who was she?" asked Calton, who was putting on his overcoat. Some relation of Mother Guttersnipe's, I fancy," answered Kilsip, as they left the office. "I don't know exactly what she was—she was called the 'Queen,' and a precious handsome woman she must have been—came from Sydney about three months ago, and from what I can make out was not long from England, and died of consumption on the Thursday night before the murder."