The Weekly Journal. — 1904-01-15 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

CHAPTER XIX. MISSING.  The next day Ki!sip called at Calton's Mike late in the afternoon, and found the lawyer eagerly expecting him. The detective's face, however, looked rather dismal. and Calton was not reassured.  "Well." he said, impatiently, when Rilsip had closed the door and taken his seat, " where is she I' "  " That's just what I want to know," answered the detective, coolly. "I went io Oa Salvation Army headquarters and made inquiries about her. It appears that she had been in the Army as a hallelujah lass, but got tired of it in a week and went off with a frivol of hers to Sydney. She carried on her old life of di/alpbon, but ultimately her friend got sick of her, and the last thing they heard about her was that she had taken up with a Chinaman in one of the Sydney slums. I telegraphed at once to Sydney, and got a reply that there was no person of the name of Sal Rawlins known to he Sydney police, but they said they would make inquiries and let use know the result." " Ali! she has no doubt changed her name," said Calton, thon.Fhtfully stroking his chin. " I wonder why? " Wanted to get rid of the Army, I expect," answered Kilsip, drily. "The straying lamb did not care about being hunted back to the fold."  "And when did she join the Army" "Tho very day after the murder." "Rather sudden Conversion P."  "Yes, but she said the death of tho woman on Thursday night had so startled her that she went straight off to the Army to get her religion properly fixed up." "The effects of fright, no doubt," said Calton, drily. "I've met a good many examples of these sudden conversions, but they never last bug as a rule—it's a ease of ' the devil was sick, the devil e monk would be ' more than anything else. Good-look ing? "  Flo-so, 1 believe." repliA Kilsip, shrugging his shoulders. " Very ignorant—could neither read nor write." _ _  "That accounts for her not asking for Fitzgerald when she called at the club—she probably did not know whom she had been sent for. It will resolve itself into a question of identification, I expect. However, it the police can't find her, we will put an advertisement in the papet s offering 1 lex:lid, and send out handbills to the SARI • effect. She must be found. Brian Fitzger-Pa's life hangs on a thread, and that thread is Sal Rawlins."  " Yes! i'6l?nted KIWI), rubbing his hands together. Even if Mr Fitrgeralci acknowledges that he was at Mother Guttersnipe's on the night in question, she will have ta prove that he was there, us no one c!be saw him." "Are you sure of that?"  "As sure as nuyoue can he in ouch a easo. It was a late boar when he came, and everyone seems to have been asleep except the dying woman and Sal; and as one is dead the other is the only person who can prove that he was there at the time when the murder was being committed in the hansom." " And Mother Guttersnipe?" " Was drunk, as she acknowledged last night. She thought that if a gentleman did call it must have been the other one." " The other one? " repeated Calton, in a puzzled yoke. "What other one?" "Oliver Whyte." Calton rose front his seat with a blank air of astonishment. "Oliver Whyte !" he said, as soon as he could find hie voice. " Was be in the habit of going there," • Kilsip curled himself up in his neat like a slash oat. sad Dubbing fornatd him head till