The Slaithwaite Guardian and Colne Valley News. — 1903-04-24 (Slaithwaite, West Yorkshire, England)

WWII. Don't fail to tend the bri;.; in time; say about 5-30. keep this lettcr, too. I really ant very mu:h ‘bliged to you. Don't trouble to come up-stair=. Coat bye, mum," and in another moment the redoubtable detective wa.; bowling rapidly in the ti:lection of Scotland Yard.  • Arrived there, his firit preoccupation Wa3 to give indruetions for the "thadorriug" by night anti day of Mr. James tile. Then lie made all eximuMive  F.7nl....h—through that wonderful collection of pholn graphs, yelept, " The Rogues' Callery,--for the counterfeit presentment of one Robert Ann-- the ihylieate of which he felt certain he had found iii tiladys Doyle's writing detk, and might prove a key to the whole dreitail mystery. It was 3 long and aidtions quest, but he had his reward at last. The photograph WRi t•analler, and 33 it bore no printed lIPMP, the obvious inference was, that it had been taken in prison, but there was no doubt or perath ignore about it. Ile placed the two faces side by side. They we:e absolutely the tame. Then ho referred to certain marginal notes and indicatiows, owl very soon learned that the photo, officially described as of one Robert Ames, accused of wilful unirffitr, had been sent by the Sydney authorities 1., Scotland Yard for poisible identification. It 1% Mad seem, however, that identification with any criminal known to " The Yard" had not in this cato been established.  " Well, take it all in all it hasn't been such It very bad day. I'm on the track of something at all events," thought Mr. Beak; "but whether it's the murderer or not, goodness only knows. It's a facer this case is, and no mistake ; 'but one thing is certain. in some form or other Thornhill is in it as deep as deep, and it's about time I interviewed that gentlemen and had a look over his studio." At this point in his reflections a letter was handed to him, end proved to be from the landlord of " The Prince Albert."  "Dear sir," it began, "You will be pleased, I dare say, to bear that I have traced the bank note I cashed for the pogo boy. It was psid by the Alliance Bonk, Camden Town, to Mr. Thornhill, of the Studio, where the boy work.—Yours truly, T. Baiter." " Thornhill, Thornhill, always Thornhill," muttered the inspector, as he referred to his note-book. if course, here it Allitince Bank. That was stamped on the `.Holly Bush' note, too. I wonder if I have time to run up to the bank this afternoon. Yes," he added, looking at his watch. "1 can just do it."  At the Camden Town Bank the reply to his inquiry was comhed in most positive terms. The vote, with nine others of like value, was paid over the counter to Mr. Frank Thornhill on the 22nd dav of October.  That would be about three weeks ago," Mr. Beale reflected; "a week before the murder. Now w hat the deuce does all this point to? Even millionaires are not in the habit of shedding bank notes oil their page boys. Stiles' letter, too, goes to show that be has been bleeding Thornhill as well as Mrs. Doyle. Aid now Biddies has conic in for his little b. What does it mean? What do they know? I'll go down to Hamm to-morrow and interview Mrs. Elliot. Perhaps she can throw some light upon the infernal business. TLen 11l tackle Thornhill for all it's worth."