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Chapter NumberXIX
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Full Date1891-07-17
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Newspaper TitleEuroa Advertiser (Vic. : 1884 - 1920)
Trove TitleWritten in Red; Or, The Conspiracy in the North Case. A Story of Boston
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W7RITTEN IN 'RED; onwod I vi THE E'CONSPIRACY. IN THE NORTH gof ` CASE." 11 V~ t is TORY of B ood-old lady _ t Cain. MmO.rApeu AnD C. W. Dyen. dr doott. 'CHAPTER Xi.-" So LONG As HSLivss I AUI L\- DANoER." wi On his return to head-quartof her mind at tsome business had been more tpron with the Northan her tatin Frin and excitement ong, a week after the dipresent covery he nf the mury dear r. Policemanpplebee" osaid Aunt omfort, hastening to open the little reticule genuhich she ucarpried awaiting himer .de, as soon as her There is a lady intheprtly form.hsbeenwait- Oh a ufog-yes, thanksee you-or some time," observeund onthe of ha awfal thing in the house, and though Mrs. his isients, and immediately after the in. W spectorfoundhimself closeted iththe identical fo wn_"fe's sister-bu at i.-.j.sorlhe, him Heie ho lady- whose ughtful of everybhim odyexcept him-os Shsas had already excitedly thrust in theis superitor' as and an envelope, of which the sealrson ras broken.ef AL glance showed him that it was post.marked t ' Bostonther, May 10," of this same year, and that It was without probany distinctive mark the good-old lady ' whom she sopposed to hase been in the gasor fem street, Boston, Mlass." The envelqopecontained waeet of cbusiommos when noe visited h-paper, on which wamp. Scott. - M rtthe n in the same chirography as that of that time had been more poono than her agitation and excitement on the freedomnt ofc a "Oh! my dear Mr. Policeman," maid Aunt tea Comfort, hastening to open the little reticule which st trusting fortune oher side, as soon -as he eyeds ofe? on the inspetor's portly form.. "Oh! my dear Mr. Policeman-if you are the properst n-yes, thank you-I advise yound to inve most -tehehistory of his past. Re is a serpent in Segrswho has ruioed systematically every- e awful thing in him confided, and wil though in Staekhnouse said it -wee eli nonsense, I1 could 'i ot reesamewasy I begadou w not treat thiso you." ..owaxsnn ighy Mr.-dorth'e, Isrealieveou" "en ion e; o mn! nd aiater, an ithat he should have schit too late. my gooda linsea this ment to him, and should keep them ayi a ul lycet f eory he uite ho use whrent.hi ca wnwafe's sister-but it is just like him! le ho was. o thoughtful of everybody except him- ex _eard the name before. .I self." hthe inspector, "you d very She had already excitedly there did youthe Aunt Comforthand an explained after a deal of cir wasabroken, f A.glance ,owhiedchmithat is wecessary to stmarked th "Boston, May 10," of atthis sae e yearacenal acosnd thatI cio it was without any dietinctive mark to betray Wi its authorship. It was superscribed in a femd- oh nine hand key in his writihg deskatq., Marlboro -I street, Bostonse., Mass." The evelopcontained iMmediately referring this matter todo the freedom of complete stranger bud that they would take steps to investigate of . soon es els terwo had gone, the in a welt-wisher. It is I who should warn yen hi against trusting fortune of that kind of matracter in whiche t.he newspapers are of the most service," said d of Mr. Albftert Runyon. a brief reft least beforion.e al doing so permit that I advise you to inveoti- of gatkeep this toryofhing in our posaserpeion for a the grassge, and neser enow any more about itevery e body who to him coofided, and will ruin you in hi thean we do now. If, however, the newspapert this w warning lightly, for ityou disregard it you gs wil surely comte stand an even chaneo grief soer oflater, and somethingab]outthis Str.Rnnyon--if t~he clue wilmounts to anything at isall, which is doubtfuod as advice. way, diord you ask the wiseold lady if she had p Pairsn." - The inspector rend this letter through twice very earefally before he uttered a word. Who S1 was Albert Runyon? - Mre. Applebee wag sore- that-hie had never hi beard theard of any person of that name " "WTo bel," sure I did," id the inspector, "you did very a right to bring this to me. Where di think I'll find it?" - cc Ant somfort explained aftckhouse as to whether. emloc was any suwhich mis unnecessary to his knowledge- i duceothated with North in business before givt ing . examhe thing to the newpapers." of her late brother-- B " To be sure," said the inspector : "but it's law, which until Appareently orth attachd reposed no im-y lock and key on his writing deskatthe Marlboro street house. k pThertince to thquieted her agitation, for if h had made anye talk about it, we she oad de her fuld have heard fi of the thing before.'" immedWith the letty refer ing this matter to the poice, to and tpplebehat they wouldt at oncake in questeps to investigate nior it.A As aeon as Miss Hacwood bad gone, the to- a Ispector sebe, howeverd the letter to his chief.d some "Tlity ion of that kind of matters in which the newspapes aret atof this most service," said u ethat potentate, arnest onfef reflnce with De ective might keep this thing in oar possesslion for a I dog's age, and never know any mere about it q oan w e do now. If, however, the newspapers r publish it hae stand an even chance of hearing c Stackhouse had said, as soon as Mr. Lamm had eosed the door of the inner office, " for the purpose of giving you a little information with amouneferetse to anythipersonal matters all, which I oughtfu I -erhaps, to have mentioned to you before." -Steckhouse looked rather perturbed, and ze B the way, did yeg ask the oldste lady gazeif ithe man vhr heard of addny person of that name 'sed. "Itro be sre I didLam," said thate inspector, "andtoo hte now."expresses complete ignorance. I think I'll make o,"rejomeinquied Stackhouse as to whethernervously "no there was any ouch man to his knowledge as is not too lcated with North youin; for mee it may be."giving Thee was something despondently appre." "1Tobe sure," said theinspector : "bunt it's doubtful. Apparently North attached no in potaunve toin the communicatones of the man as he said thed se made anytalk about it, we should have heard of the thingr but overcore." with apparent effort With the letter in Isis pocket, Inspector hispplebee seta went onut at once in quest of the juniora patnefr.o s . "I nspetor Applebee, however, had some difficulty in finding Thornton Staekhouse. Thplae awith l that occuraed to mome to have any eag beard ing upan eaton thferene wiorth cs when Iv d ete le'araised eyebrows evidentlycn oed his at surpristhe at thier's ofstafitement, for .t "I have wetonimmedia to you, Mr. L" Yesmm,"; it is not Stackhouset that, but about thngs Mr. Lamm hadgow dosed the doer of the inner office, "for the purpose of giving yt a elittle information with reference to personal matters, which I ought, perhaps, to hove snentioned to yen before." Stackhouse loeked rather perturbed, and re icained from meeting the steady gaze of the man -whom he addressed. "Iy to you what Lamnow do" if Idid notknow thato elate now." "No,"rejoined Slarihouse, nervously. "no it isnot too Late foryoun; forome it mayhbe." There was something despondently appre easive in the tones of the man os he maid these words; hut overcoming with apparent effort hsis tendency to despair, he went on at onto in a tone of forced briskness. "Mr. Lammu, I entrusted you in the first place with alt that occurred to me to have any s pecial bearing upon the North case when I engaged you." .7U detectfre'araised eyebroweevidently-csn Vewyed his surprise at this statement, for Stack -iowie went on immediately : "Yes; it is not abont that, but about things immediately grow ig out of it that I have come to speak to you --now, Mr. Lamen; in other words, of my serious, domsfic troubles. Aind, believeomi. I could not mayto you what Inow do if I did notknow that

I am speaking to a trustworthymain in absolute confidence." 1s SMr. Limm made an appreciative gesture. a "The truth is, sir, that I am utterly unable to account for the extraordinary conduct of my wife. Up to the day of this murder, sir, o since the time that I married her, MIr. Lamm, ci we have been on the best of terms-the best of terms," he repeatea, reflectively, as if half losing himself in dreamy reminiscence. "And since ?" the detective insinuated. Mr. Stackhouse's reply involved a sub- at stantially accurate descreption of the scene which had followel his arrival at home on the s afternoon of the 17th of June, a statement it which it may naturally be conceived caused the It detective far less astonishment than it might A have in some circumstances. But John Lamm h was delighted to have an opportunity to dis. cuss this matter with his client. "And hoe,% do you account for this f?" he s queried. "I don't account for it," answered Stack house. " I cannot account for it. It is a great c and frightful nightmare; the puzzle of my whole life. Believe me, sir, you know absolutely as much about it as I do." al "Still," suggested Mr. Lamm, "you might have means of surmising which I do q not possess." " Ah, indeed," returned Staikhonse, "and if it were not for that I should not have come here. Yes, indeed, I do have means of sur mising, Mr. Lamm. My wife, as an explana tion of her impossible conduct, simply uttered a hi name which, I am sorry to say, I know altogether too well -" "The name was- f" " Mlarie Moissot." "Ah !" said the detective. "A curious name; French';" "No, curse her," returned Stackhouse, vin dictively. "She was a Creole, and I tell you, Lamm, a jealous, dangerous woman. I knew her yearse ago, but certainly had almost for gotten her existence until that day when I found her name upon my wife's lips." "Plainly," said the detective, as Stackhouse hesitated, "what didyou knowof this woman?" Stackhouse averted his eyes and drummed moodily upon the desk with his fingers for a considerable space without replying. " Mr. Lamm," he said, at last, "the Moissot episode in my experience is one I am not fond p of calling to mind. I met the girl when she s was about sixteen years old-where it matters not-I thought I was fond of her-and was I caught in the a :ares of her pretty face. My ci acquaintance with her did not last long. The a1 vindictive temper and insane jealousy. of. the: girl, who was more of a woman then than mostt of our Northts females of twice her age,. t warned me that I had made a mistake." S "The parting was not voluntary on her t part." Be Stackhouse ground his teeth: his lips were dry and feverish; under the table his fists, the detective noticed, were clenched. "Certainly not," said Stackhouse. "That would have been impossible." "Ah!" said the detective. "Unfortunate." "Unfortunate!"echoed Stackhouse. "Good heavens, man, it was madness-insanity?" "And-poor policy," added the detective, significantly. "But bygones are irretrievable. v And so it is this woman whom you suspect to have poisoned your wife's mind against you? S Well, sir, have you told me all that is necessary for me to know?" hi "There is nothing else of the past that s concerns you and me, Mr. Lamm," said Stack house, nervously, wiping the prespiration from his brow, "except this. Eight Tears ago I A: accidentally heard that Marie Iloissot was living in New York, under another name. A p few years later an adventuress blazed into notoriety in the metropolis, under the name of fe Madame Perle, who tallied well with the de- as scrintion of this Marie. That shewas the same T person I am unable definitely to determine. I pave only seen her photograph. I did not in- o vestigate nearer." hi Detective Lamm was becoming hugely in. terested. "So, so," he exclaimed. ,, Well, and what have you done?" S"Done!" echoed Stackhouse, giving him a startled look. w "Yes, I mean recently; since the trouble with your wife-with reference to obtaining at information concerning this woman." "I'll be entirely frank with you," said re 'Tyacn~a nhis purel ypersonsimtter: I therefore inserted an `advertisement in re Monday morning's papers, offering to pay for information of this woman. That advertise ment was answered, and it brought me to a house in Shawmut Avenue, where I have excellent reasons for believing thatthii woman. has been ; which shows conclusively that my surmises in regard to her having poisoned my wife'smindin person were correct. But mya efforts to sea thee Marie have been baffled by al the intervention of a cunning demon in petti- hi coats whom she deputed to meet me. I have written to her, but reply am obliged to place the matter in yoair hands. Mr. "Lamm, do you think you can help me?" " Nothing could conceal the intense anxiety, the almost hungry look of supplication in the junior partnar's face. P "Ah " said the detective to himself, "what ever this man's past may have been, one -thing of his present lfe is eminently plain. He loves his wife." - " 0 "And ydn, then, don't suspeet," he -said. h aloud, " this woman of complicity in the murder of your partner?" " I suspect her of nothing that is good and everything that is bad,'" said Stackliouse bitterly. "I know that this woman hates me with one of those hatreds that will never for get nor forgive. Wherever I am so long as hse lives, I am in danger. She is revengeful, and, more than all, accomplished and unscru pulous." - - • "Accomplished?" repeated Lamm quickly. "Do you use that word intentionally, Mr. Stackhouse?" . - "I certainly do," replied Thornton Stack house. "She has all the native ability of a naturally shrewd and cunning woman, who has lost less by the neglect of her education in letters than she has gained through her direct contact with theworld." "Well, then;"- said Lamm-, drawing a full Sbreath. "I cannot work in the dark. I must have the fullest possible description of Marie Moissot at the very latest time known to you." "Of course," said Stackhouse, quickly, "I knew that and came prepared. I have brought you the photograph I spoke of. It was obtained for me eeven years a'o bha friend of mine the photograph of Laiidama Perle! All I can say of it is that if Madame Perle be not Marie Moissot, the resemblance between the two women is strange and striking indeed." John Lamm had some difficulty to conceal s his delight, as Thornton Stackhouse placed Supon the table before his eyes the counter feit presentment of the object of Thornton Stackhouse's suspicion. He picked it 'up quickly. A wave of surprise and astonishment rushea over hirer that in spite of his efforts caused him to utter an explosive ejaculation. There was no question about it. Madasna -Perle was MIadame Raymond! 1 When Thornton Stackhouse reissued from John Lamm's den, the efficient custodians who kept him constantly under surveillance had already notified Inspector Applebee ot his whereabouts. Mr. Stqckhouse was therefore g arprised to find a hand laid lightly upon his shoulder. "One thing," said the voice of the inspector in his ear: "just onething, Mr. Stackhouse. d Iwon't detain you a moment. Do you know, or have you ever known, a person calling him self Albert Bunyon 1" r Staskhouse staggered and steadied himself Sagainst the building for support. He fairly gfapedfor breath. S "What'sthe matter?" said the inspector, with quick suspicion. S"It is my heart," said Stackhouse, hurriedly. "A sudden start yon gave me. I have trouble that way. The life insurance physicians have . warned me" d "Excuse me," apologised the inptor. "I e didn't mean to startle you. The object of my inquiry you will find by reading thin letter, t which seems to have been sent anonymously to e-your partner some alx weeks ago." Stoebb'oose teak the letter and read it, and at n the end his agitation had almost vanishe? He gave it back, coolly, to the otlicer. o "I am sorry I cannot help you," he said; "the man is an utter stranger to me." CHAPTER XX.--ASTOeISHUIN DIscLOsrs oF WVILLRD Sn? Meantime the police department had quietly a made an important arrest, and had succeeded in astonishing themselves more than their stp~esener. The affair had begun in the aiternoon of SWednesday at the hour when- the inebriated blackmailer left the ofice of Richard Fet ridge and while John Lamm was demand in-g an exlflanaticn from the discomfited otmillioniai/f,.........- . ..-. .. t"Touru name .is Willard Smith." said a muscular man in an uncompromising voice, in suddenly stepping in front of the man whose - breath smelt of liquor as'ha came down tha stairs from Richard Fetridge's office. Ther was nointerrogatoryinfection in the sentence. It was stated an a quiet, matter-of-fact announcemsent. -

"That's my name," returned the unsuspect- e ing inebriate, bristling a little with a ludicrous I u! assumption of offended dignity. "But what to "This of it," said the muscular man in atone o of authority. "You're under arrest. Youmust h come with me." w, The suddenness of this unexpected announce- in ment acted like a dash of cold water in the face. in The ex-clerk of N:orth and Stackhouse lost a sa shade of his normalcolourand took a staggering dv step backward. .. fi " M! Under arrest !' he exclaimed, nearly I sobered by- the ominous situation. "There ti must be some mistake. I'm not drunk. At m least not drunk enough to be arrested for it; w And besidca"--picking up a-little courage as as he surveyed his unwelcome acquaintance- ab "you're not an officer." w- < The muscular man turned back the lapel of an his coat and exhibited his badge. th "You are not arrested for being drunk, my man; and you. know that very well.- Now come. Shall I put on the twisters, or will you A walk quietly?" - .: I 1 The young man cast a hasty, frightened look le about him. Two other men in citizen's clothes, th who had been standing in the corridor looking co quietly on, now approached. - - e "And these-these fellows-are they officers co ios?" ' 11,7 . of " Shouldn't wonder," returned the muscular man with a grim smile. "Now there's no need of attracting attention and making a great hullabaloo about it. I'll trouble you for your ini arm. "Glad: you're; sensible. Now put your an bestfootforward Msalsrch!".: . at The man seemed to obey mechanically.. He a was walking out of the building arm sm arm g with the officer. The two other men fell quietly i, into step behind them. The whole affair had ml been so brief and unobtrusive that it had not me even attracted a glance of inquiry from the am people who stood about. But just before he sts came to the street the prisoner seemed to awake from hisstupefaction and exclaimed, in a voice qc suppliant and terrified - ' For Heaven's sake, tell me what I am a arrested for." f a "It's not my place to tell you that," replied th his custodian, stenly. " am instructed to be enouh there, I reckon." of " Lit it's all a mistake, I tell you," whim- Ii pered the prisoner, who seemed to be woefully th lacking in fortitude. ' . .... " That's for you to settle with the inspectors, hi I haven't made. any mistake," replied his th custodian.. And the little group passed into the m street. th The prisoner made no physical resistance, wi though he continued to remonstrate verbally ws till he reached the grim building in -Pemberton wt Ssnuse, where his fate was to be settled.' By this time the effects of the morning's libations oh seemed to have left him. He was haggard-' an apprheusive, and as he went up the .stps into in the carridor,- he trembled like a conscience- us stricken criminal taken in the act. He was led on through a room filled with tables and men i engaged in writing, and was pushed uncere- go moniously through, a doorway into a quiet h inner office where he found himself face to face with Inspector Applebee and his chief. The an man who had brought him closed the door. "So this is the manul" said Applebee, sur- w veying him curiously. - , , SThis is the. discharged clerk, Willard g Smith," saidthe officeer. " - . - e "So indeed it is. I should recognise him by he his photograph. Sergeant will you wast out- h side " - -" The man who had conducted Mr. Smith co thither bowed and went out. Inspector Applebee locked the door. pe "Sit down, my man," he said,, facing the prisoner. Mr. Smith sank into a chair. vs "They told me-" he faltered, . " these al fellows who brought me here-that I was mi arrested; but they wouldn't say what for. They said you'dtell me." - - . He looked eagerly and apprehensively- from mi one grave face to the other. After regarding s him critically, Applebee whispered a few words in the ear of his superior. The chief nodded. Both regarded the prisoner sharply. -: "Come," said Applebee, "make a clean wi breast of it, myman, if you want the law to let you off easy. Now is your time. Don't wait till it's too late. Oat with it !" on "But I don't know who-what you mean," stammered the moan, turning very pale indeed. th "If you'll be so kind as to say what rm at- he reeted for." -1 rested for murder." ph The man started out of his chair, opening his eyes very wide, repeated the ominous word, and he sank back again. " Whose? ' he gasped. " Whose murder?" lk " Paul North's." - th The wretch opened his mouth, but was be unable to articulate. He sat back in his chair, sh staring helplessly, and clutchineg at the clothing abouthis neck as if he found -it too tight for him. The charge seemed, to have` produced a N complete collapre. "' ' " it is now or never," whispered the chief as to Applebee leaned over the desk to obtain posses- fe sion of a docunment. "He'llconfess tf :he's eb worked right." - a" . a Inspector Applebes, having, obtained the re paper he was'in search.of, unfolds it..-It is in the anonymous letter demanding '1,000 ollars from Paul North and threatening his life if he failed to comply with the imposed conditions. He advances towards the prisoner, holding this document behind him. . : Seeing him approach, Willard Smith starta to into a half-erect attitude. ... . . at "For Heaven's sake, explain this!" he ex claims. "it is some awful joke or other. I a kill Paul NorthI --Why, I couldn't kilt :any. body.' ..-? - at And indeed his gappearance at this. moment seemed to corroborate the statement. . w, "Look at this," says Inspector Applebee, suddeuly putting the letter before his eyes. " Did you ever see this before?" . - SThe man,,-starts, gasps, and seems to be suffering from a severe attack of fever and p argue. " -- t My letter !"' he chatters in a voice barely- d audible. "My letter ! Well, what next ?" "Ah,'" said the inspector to his chief, "he d recognises it as his letter." . -- . w - "But-but-I don't understand where you got-got it," stammered the man, with more it the appearance of bewilderment than fear. . " So?" queried the inspector. "Ah, but we h havegot it. And you have acknowledged the it authorship of it. That's the main point." - "But 1 never posted that letter," exclaimed ti the prisoner, starting up wildly, with a gleam of hope in his eyes. "I see how it is. Some. ie bodyhas been playing tricks on me." - "You never psasted it!" repeated the a inspect, incredulously. "Then who did P" a" "I wish I knew ;I don't." - - a "So? Well, then, what did you write it for?" - - " I wrote it when I was drunk-mad crazy!" cried the prisoner, excitedly: "I never could haves done it if I had been in - my senses. . And 'when I came out of it 'I missed the letter. I looked everywhere for it. I thought I must have torn it up. But as I see\ it is her--you-somebody must have picked- it "Oh, htare in no doubt but that somebody posted it," returned Appl bee, significantly. - "Yes, but I didn't. I'll take my solemn oath to it, sir. Unleos-sinless I was too drunk to know it when I did it. And besides-be sides," he continued, eagerly, as a new thought struck him, "I couldn't very well have killed a man when I wasn't with him, could I? You'd think it likely, Mr. Chief of Police, that the man who was with him at the time of his I death- " He paused abruptly and glanced in mute appeal from one face to another. "No," raid the man, evidently nerving him self for a disagreeable duty. "No, sir; I don't have to stop and think, but I. don't like to ac case a man of a thing like this. I don't, and that's the truth." "Your only chance is in prompt andfull con feesion," said the chief inspector. "Tell us "Well, then,! will," add the prisoner, with the air of having made up his mind. "I'll tell ycu all about it, right from the bsginning." It would be difficult to say which side was I the more anxious at this point, the accusers or the accused. There was this marked difference -the prisoner let his anxiety be seen; the trained faces of the inspectors masked their emotions completely. As the man began evi dently with the intention of speaking at con- siderable length, the chief inspector non drinking heavily. I was a clerk for North and serape together, with the intention of start tlg for myself one day. I and my sister had got 'together, some - 3,000dol." - he man pause, an instant-and, seemed to Ja so covnering frozii a slight tendency to 'choke. Glencina around the room and 'then at his clothes 'astily, he said. "I wasn't like this esalways,Tou know. Well, it'ss a aort enough av stry and common enough. I was old enough . to have known better, but I didn't. Every and put allI my money into Nicaraguar M idland[

stock. Ihadhesitated to do it tillthe price was I ' up. Well, when the thing turned and began | to go down I held on, hoping for another I change, until-well, there was nothing to hold on to. Meantime my sister, who had worked her fingers off to help lay up that money, got to worrying, fell ill, and died. When I paid the a funeral expenses-. But, pshaw ! you gentle- n men are not interested in that. It's quickly b said. I didn't care what came, and I took to h drinking heavily. One 'morning I woke up to find my place at North and Stackhouso's filed. I won't ay anything against Mr. North. He " treated me as well as he could. He advised a me not to invest when I did, and several times fi when I wanted money aftermy discharge I went and he gave it to me. So that's all there was r about it. But sometimes when I was drunk, I U would getto feeling pretty sore against thefirm, a| and it was at one of these times that I wrote that letter you have there." "How long ago " V . "Oh, that must have been three weeks ago. And then, as I tell you, when I sobered off again I began to be frightened, and looked for the 0 letterto destroy it, but I couldn't find it. I e thought perhaps I had torn it up, though I v couldn't remember it. Well, then, to come e down to the night Mr. North was killed. I was I coming acrss the Public Garden with a friend b df mine--" t "A friend?" asked the inspector sharply. i "Name and address, please." "The name," said the prisoner, a blush rising into his paleface, "Is Dick Hunt; his address any place where liquor is sold and he admitted; a at other times, Deer Iland. He's not an n acquaintance to be proud of, I'll admit, but, a gentlemen, I'm telling the whole truth. We v were both of us with sufficient taste in our 1 mouths to be crazy for more, but we had neither money nor credit. So when I saw Paul North and Richard Fetridge ahead of us, I dogged their steps." . . S"What time was this?" the inspector asked a quickly.. I n't y how mch ."After 7 o'clock. I can't say how much after, but a little after. And I says to this a fellow with me,' Dick, you see that old duffer f there?. He was once the head' of my place of v business. If I can get him to listen to me, I'll I secure a fiver out of him and we'll makea night t of it.' Well, of course, that was agreeable. But ] I was sober enough to see that if Iwalkedup to the old man when he had company with him he would like as not get angry. So I waited for him to get rid of Fetridge.- We followed them a then down to Marlboro street and saw the two v men go into North's house. Not more than c threemnutesafterthis, astylish-dreesed woman, who had been following down on the ther side- li walk, crossed over and rang the bell. \And she went in too."- . . The chief inspector dropped his pens with a start. ': .. - . "Becareful whatyousay," said theisepector C in a warning tone: "if you are lying it.will be c used" ' . : i S '"Good heavens! IfeelasifI was on trial for my life now!" exclaimed the prisoner. "It's gospel truth, gentlemen, every word of it, as I ope for mercy hereafter.'" . . "These three, people went into the house, and you stoodwatching in front of it?" "Just the truth, sir. And we waited and waited, walking up and down. for we wanted h the money bad, and I was pretty sura I could ia get it from Mr. North. I had tried 'it before, v yu see. But I knew him too well to disturb him when he was busy-perhaps selling the house to Fetridge. Wo came pretty near giving it up, but at last we saw the woman come out and start up the street." !1 "So indeed !" exclaimed Applebee, greatly o perturbed. " What time was that?" t "It was not quite 9, bat must have been s very near it. I se nember hearing the bell t strike afterwards, and not a great many o minutes afterwards. either." " How near did she pass you?" . "Near enough for me to see her; for at that minute I stood directly at 'the foot of the steps." a, "Did you recognise her ?" S"No; for she wasa stranger to me." t "Be particular now. Are you acquainted c with North's two daughters ?" "I know them by sight, sir." "And this woman was not the younger u one ?".. , - - . . " She was not either of them.., Nothing like them, air. Not in the least-anything about her." . - en,.,cl ...'- abl- him to present a photographic likeness. "Go on, then," said the inspector. "What a happened next ?" "Why, you see, sir, this Mr. Fetridge was directly behind her, and when he came down the steps 1 was" tised of waiting. So I put a a bold' face on it and. touched him on the c shoulder." I You spoke to him then?." "To be sure I did. I pretended to call himi Northby mistake, and the. affecting to discover a my error I told Mr. Fetridge what I was going a to ask Mr. Noith-if he couldn't help apoor i fellow by lending him five dollars. HHe stopped short, gave me one look that took me alt in, and, tays he, What-; is it you, Smith? re you C reduced to this! I-I'm sorry for you'-just I like that, and put in my hand." . C "What was isappearance-his manner!" uestioned thechief. "Was it unusual? Didhe show any signs of excitement!" " I-thougs t he was a little excited, sir, when I first touched him he jumped so; but I was in too much of a-hurry to be off with mymoney to stop long.after he gave it to me." .. "Then you didn't stay long enough to see anything more i" I stayed long enoughto see him goup the. street with the woman. Nothing else." - - : And you saw nobody else go out or come in while'you were there?" i " Ididnot." : "Think now. Wasn't there another woman?". There was not," answered the prisoner, positively. "Both of us were watching all the time. - Nobody else went out or came in during the whole time. . I can swear to it." " Well, then," said the chief, sternly, "why didn't you come to.the police with the story when you first heard of the murder?" I " Because I went to see Mr.Fetridge about it, and he told me not to-he-he gave me money not to. At least-well, the first time he said 'Don't do it,' and then asked, kind of insinuating, 'Aren't you in need of money?' Of course I said yea, and then he gave me ten dollars.' The inspectors exchanged glances of aston ishment. " And-and afterwards." resumed the man after a brief hesitation, " when I had drunk .up this money, I went to him and-and de manded more." "Demanded!" echoed Applebee.' "And he--" " Gave it to me." The inspector looked incredulous. The pri loner's trembling fingers wandered to a pocket of his vest. He produced a crisp, new ten dollar bill. "Here it is," he afmrmed. "They arrested me justas I was coming awapy." A pplebee turned to the chierana began 'a hurried conversation 'in whispers. The miserable fellow in tOo chair opposite thnem watched them with eyes of awful apprehen sion. " - ' . Suddenly .pplebee turned to him again. " One question, my man. Where did you pass the remainder of the night ?" The man mentioned several places and the names of several individuals. " Well,; my man," said theinspector, "you'll havetogo to gaolfora time; butI hope it maybe short. We'll do what we can for you if we find you've told us the truth. You understand. We meant what we said when we advised you to confess." For tircumatance bhad suddenly changed this man from a prospective defendant min a murder trial to a possible Government witnes of the first importance. As Willard Smith, dejected and ashamed, was led away between the officers who came to conduct him to gaol, the chief inspector was saying, in n excited undertone to Inspector Applebee : " Money or no money, it will make no dif ference. If I got these men to corroborate this fellow'sstory, I'll arrest Bichard Fetridge without an hour's delay."'' (TO ,E.COsnSrogD.)