The Cotton Factory Times. — 1895-09-06 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

ALL RIGHTS RESIIIIVED.]  that when the constable came to look at it afterwards he did not seem to be nearer his eticl. All he could make out was a capital .• M." and then a number of strokes, lie scratched his head. You're going farther on ?" he asked. "Oh, yes. Igo Ma.nchestaire," said the Frenchman.  " And where will a telegram reach you tomorrow ?" asked the chief constable.  " To-morrow !" cjacula-iaa---ti; Frenchman. " Voyons I You can telegraph Queen Hotel, Mancheataire. But I come back ze day after to-morrow morning, and, if you like, I call 'ere." "That will be much better," said the chief constable, " and it will enable me to get the coroner's jury summoned for the day after to-morrow. You promise to be here then and to attend ?" "Oh, yes," said the Frenchman, " zertainly." The constable was about walk away again, when a thought struck him, and he returned. " You won't mind," he said to the Frenchman, "my giving a look round your compartment ?" "Oh, no, zare; oh, no," answered the Frenchman. "Come and look by all means. Only I beg you vill not disturb my daughtaire." The chief constable took the guard's lantern and entered the compartment, flashing his light here and there, and examining it carefully. The lady was sleeping comfortably in the further corner, covered with wraps and furs. There was no sign of a disturbance of any kind, nor any spot that might have pointed to participation in crime. The policeman went so far, even, as to lift up one or two rugs that were thrown in one corner, but discovered nothing. The Frenchman simply shrugged his shoulders, and looked on with seemingly extreme indifference.  The chief constable bowed and said, "You'll oblige us, sir, then, the day after tomorrow," and left the compartment. The train steamed away again on its journey northward, the passengers grumbling at being kept waiting al long. Directly afterwards the following message flashed southward :  " From Chief Constable, Peterborough, to Chief Constable, Huntingdon. Murder in train ex King's Cross 10 40 p.m, Search line between Offord and Huntingdon for young man about sft. 10in., stiffly built, light brown hair and short beard, dark overcoat, round felt hat, superior class of mechanic, supposed to have committed murder and to have jumped from train between Offord and Huntingdon. If discovered, arrest, charge, and report to me."  A similar message was sent to the superintendent of police at St. Neat's.  • - • • • * The next morning dawned as foggy as the night that had passed away. 0A thick mist lay along the whole line and swathed fences, trees, houses, meadows, and knolls of woods.  A party of men, consisting of railway gangers and policemen, were walking along the metals examining every bush, every bank, every fence, stopping here and there to look for possible footmarks, and then walking on slowly again. Wherever a bit of earth had been newly displaced, it was carefully scrutinised, and all marks of any kind that might have pointed to the presence of a human being were minutely explored. At last, at a spot where the line ran upon a little embankment, one of the men who had been walking along by the side of the fence gave a shout. There lay poor Dick Roxhead in a pool of blood, unconscious, and to all appearance lifeless. The violence of the push, combined with the impetus of the flying train, had been such that he had been flung right across the other line of rails and down the little embankment. He thus escaped being cut to pieces during the night by passing trains. "He didn't get very far," cried the man, while his companions crowded round him. "He must have jumped out here and got himself smashed. Let's pick him up." Poor Dick was taken upon the shoulders of three men and carried to the labourer's cottage by the side of the line.  I don't think he's dead yet," said the policeman in charge of the party. 'Lie seems to be breathing."  There's no great catch for him in that," rejoined another policeman. "If he gets over this he'll certainly be hanged, and I can't see that that will be something to crow about."