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Logansport, Indiana
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Friday, January 28, 1898
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1R9DR1GUESOTI5LENGUI. , AUTHOR OF "AM ARTIST IN CRlML.Erc. « COPYRIGHT. 1897. BT O.P. PUTNAMS SON*. CHAPTER T—Fifteen years before the opeBi-ag of the story John Lewis wont to live ia a lilac* called Leo. in Now Hampshire, •with a little frirl 6 years old, Virginia, the daughter of bisdeoe-sod slater. He had a son »"0 hai boon left at school, but ran away and shipped for Chlnit. Five years after 1/cwiu went to Lee a family named Marvel also siettlod 'here. YOUHK Marvel met aud loved Virelnla Lewis, Alice, Marvel. Walter e aieter, and Harry Lucaa aleo met and were reponsd to be in IOTO with each other. A c the opening of the atory a person purporting- to bo the missing- son of John Lewis arri ee at Lee. Walter Marvel proposes for Virginias hand l» her unole. who refuses, tolling him that his uncle, whose name he Dears, was a Tlllaii and a convict. Younjr Marvel draws a pinto) and shoots at Lewis, but his tilm Is diverted by Virginia, tioon after Lewis is found <iead in his room wlt>i two bullet fcoles In his body. His death occurs -flmultaneously witn the ar rival of the man who claims to be his son. 1.1—Mr. Barms, the celebrated detective. aid Yoro Burr WB, another detective, take up the ea.-e stronifly. suspecting Vlrjrlnli ai the criminal. Hl-Tbey examine the fro nds about ibe hounowhere the murder la com mitt" d and find foot prlots Of a man and woman, lie woman's foot prints stren^tnenlne thoir suspicions of Virginia. They also find two oUtolB, one marked "Virginia Lewis, the other marked "Alice Marvel." Virginia writes a letter and iroes away w.th it, Barnes dl«guliied, folio vs her. IV-Vlrglnla gives her Jotter to one Willie JBverly. who posts it. Barnes keeps his eye on it. gets possession of it an< thus Teams the whereabouts of Walter Marre.. V—Uloe Marrel bstravg knowledge of tie urder. VI—John Lewis, the supposed «on of the murdered man, produces envelopes -addrt eied to him to provs his identity. He •eiciteii suspicion by leaving bis room at mid- migkt. VI i. V1U, IX and X—Barnes arrives at ee with young Marvel, and an inquest is held, at which Alton Marvel testifies that she flreo one of the shots tn»t killed Lewlt. and Virginia confesses, presumably to shield the real Murder. CHAPTER XHI. THE STATION AGENT'S CLEW. Tora Burrows had naturally taken no active part in the coroner's inquest. He •was but an assistant to Mr. Barnes, and consequently bound to remain quiet, lest, by intruding, lie should interfere •with the older detective's plans, for, •while the district attorney ostensibly -conducted the examination of the witnesses, Burrows very well understood that be -was but following the suggestions of Mr. Barnes. When Marvel was testify ing, however, he cotild not resist the desire to have him interrogated as to whether he had •worn a cjisguise, and so had sent up his •written suggestion. When Mr. Tupper brought out the admission that a disguise practically similar to the one described by the station agent had been used by Marvel, Burrows decided that there was no doubt as to the identity of his man. He more than ever determined to follow up this clew alone. To do this be ktow that he must be cautions. He was too well acquainted •with the sagacity o:E Mr. Barnes not to realize the fact that he must have aroused suspicion by his action in sending his question to the district attorney. He consequently decided to avoid Mr. Barnes at the conclusion of thb inquest, and so escape a catechising. In this the sensational close of the proceedings assisted him, so that it was not difficult to slip away unobserved. Thus, when Mr. Barnes looked for him, he was already on his way to Lea Depot, bent upon taking the same train which had carried the mysterious stranger away from Lee on the night of the murder. Reaching the station, he found Mr. •Skene. and without preamble he approached his subject. "Bo you remember, Mr. Skene," said he, "that you gave me a hint as to the identity of the man who killed Mr. Lewis?" "Do I remember?" ejaculated Mr. Skene in an angry tone. "Do I remem- ter? Well, darn me ef you ain't the cheekiest critter I've seen rneanderin down that road." "Why, what is the matter?" asked Burrows, taken aback. "Matter? Matter enough. Look a-here, you gol darned eejiot. Why ain't you done nothin? Why didn't yon call me on the stau? Why didn't you stop 'em?" Burrows endeavored to answer, but Mr. Skene waved his hand as a sign to him to be silent and continued more excitedly: "Didn't you git the straight tip from me in this here bis- "J ain't a man to git another into troit- M<:." ni*? Didn't I tell yon. who killed Lewis? Didn't I tell yon ][ seen him with my own eves? Didn't I tell yon I seen him twice? Didn't I tell you what train he oome on an what train he went away on? How much mo:re do yon want, you bhraderin Inae? Mus' I leave my station an ketch the man myself? I reckon that's what you're waitin on. You want roe to ketch him an put him in your ban's all tied, so he couldn't hurt you, hay?" Mr. Skene stopped to breathe. It is doubtful whether he would have oeaaed talking except from this necessity. Burrows saw bis chance and tried to soeak, before the irate old maa c resume. But he was not allowed to say much. "It is all right, Mr. Skene," he began. "There is time enough." "Time enough?" interrupted Mr. Skene. "Why, darn your hide, ain't the hull thing ended? Ain't yon been an 'lowed them lunatics to tack the crime cr, to the fines' woman in this state? Ain't Virgie brought in guilty of killin her uncle?" "Certainly not," said Burrows, hoping at length to have an opportunity to speak, but again he was interrupted. "D'you mean to tell me they ain't brought her in guilty? Ain't Jef Harrison jest druv by an tole me the verdic'?" "But, Mr. Skene, that is only the verdict of the coroner's jury. This is not a regular trial." "Don't you s'pose I know that? I ain't a gol darned fool ef I ain't never been to Borston. But what's the diff'r- ence, I'd like to know? She's disgraced, an the hull county'll be talkin 'bout her. You can't bender folks from talk- in, kin you? Well, then!" This last ejaculation presumably meant that an unassailable argument Lad been launched, and he could afford to let his antagonist speak. "Of course you believe her innocent?" ventured Burrows, and in a moment Mr. Skene was as excited as ever. "B'liove she's innocent? Do I b'lieve it? Say, look a-here! Ef all them white angels that went up an down Jacob's ladder, as they tell on in the Bible, wuz to let down a rope ladder right here on this spot, an as they come down they •wuz to kneel before me an swear they seen her do it, it wouldn't budge me a mite. I'd b'lieve they wuz mistaken in, the party. Man, I don't b'lieve Virgie's innocent. I jest know it, plain an simple. " This old man's trust in Virginia was impressive. Faith such as this might weigh with a jury against a multiplicity of facts. "Bat how can you know it? You may think so, but bow can you know that she is innocent?" "How do I know it?" Mr. Skene said this vfith a sneer, and paused a moment. "How do I know it? How do I know you're a lune? I don't know how, but I .know it!" With this sally he turned on his heel and walked toward the bagga.ge room. Burrows thought he knew how to bring him back. "Mr. Skeue, you misunderstand me. I belicire Miss Lewis is innocent also. Won't you help me to prove it?" The old man turned instantly and came back. He looked sharply at Burrows u moment and said: "'Say, don't come none of your Borston triicks on me! They won't work, an ef I ketch you lyih I'll maul yon, so help me!" "There will be no need. I will es- phiiu. I am not the only detective working on, this case. It was not my fault that Miss Lewis was accused by the verdict." Burrows here adroitly left it to be inferred that it was the fault of Mr. Barnes. It was not a nice thing to do, but he was anxious to divert this man's anger from himself, that he might use him to further his ambition. In this he succeeded, too, for the station agent listened to him patiently for the first time since che beginning of the interview. Burrows continued, following up the good impression: "I asked you to keep your information secret because I wished to follow it up personally. This is the first chance that I have had to do so, and I have come to you for assistance. If yon give it to me, I think there is no doabt that I can apprehend your man. In that case, of course, Miss Lewis will be released. May I count upon you?" 1 'Kin you count on me? Say, mebbe I wuz hasty! lain'toverpatient, I'll 'low, but I wuz riled when I hearn 'bout that verdic'. But no man ain't quicker'n me to 'low he's wrong, so there's my ban." Burrows shook the proffered hand gladly, delighted to have conciliated the old man. "Now, then," continued! Mr. Skene, "tell me what I kin do an I'll do it quicker'n a streak." "Listen! You told me that this man did not buy a ticket from yon when he left Therefore he must have obtained ono from the conductor on the train. That -will bti enough to have impressed the circumstance on his mind. U! not, the ticket itself can be found, and that will 'tell us where he left the train. What I want yon to do is to intj'oduce nits to the conductor when the train comes in and arrange it so that he will not hesitate to tell me all that he may kuow as we go along, for I mean to take that train tonight." • 'Tiiiat'll be simple enough, for Berry, the conductor, is a nice feller. He'll do all he kin tci help you." "V-ijry good. What time did you say that train leaves?" "Tun thirty-nine." Prompt to the minute the train which he was so anxiously awaiting came along and was stopped by tie agent's flag, Mr. Skene found the conductor and introduced Burrows to him, at the same time giving a hint of what was wanted. As soon as they had startad the two diropped into conversation, for there had been no other passengers to take up, and therefore there were no tickets to be ixillected. "Mr. Berry," said Borrows, "to make no mystery about what I want, 1 will say at. once that I am a detective and am loioking for a particular man. One answering bis description boarded this train last Sunday night I desire you to teliae where he. was going." "I should like nothing oetier man cc oblige you, Mr. Burrows; but, really, we see so many passengers that it is riot an easv matter to know all about where they get on or off, especially alter the lap=s of several days." "Of course not, but consider for a moment. It cannot be a common thing to get a passenger at this hour at so small a place as Lee." "Xo; you are right about that Nevertheless I get them all along my route, aud there are many stops as unimportant as this one." "I see I must assist your memory. This man did not bny a ticket from the agent at the station, and consequently he must have done so on the traiu. Can you not recall .that circumstance?" "Y-e-s—y-e-s—it seems to me that I do. Ah, I have it! The man you want had a full beard and wore a long over- coa;. He also bad a large satchel, and J remember that be would not let me send Ic to the baggage room. But where did he want a ticket for? That \ don't get somehow." "Haven't you the ticket which you sold him?" asked Burrows anxiously. "No. We tnrn our tickets in at the end of each trip. Of course they would have it at the main office. But stop a minute. Perhaps I have the stab." Barrows watched him as patiently as possible while be looked through his book, turning to the right date and glancing over the stubs of the tickets which be had sold on the train. This occupied u few minutes only, at the end of which the conductor continued: 1 "I am sorry, but it is not here. Yon see, I use that book when I sell a ticket for any distance, and as there is no stub for anything from Lee it must be that your man only made a short ride. The farmers along the line often do that, and we let them simply pay the agent where they stop off, the ageut giving us the ticket." "Can you tell, then, where this man got off?" "I cannot be sure about it He must have left the train either at Epping, the next stop, or one station beyond that, for we seldom let a man ride farther in the way that I have described. But stop here a minute and I will ask my brakeman if he knows. " The conductor was gone but a few moments and returned with disappointment on his face. "No. He knows nothing; doesn't remember the man at all. But see here! The thing is simple enough! All we must do is to ask the agent at Eppiog, and if not there it must have been at the next." Eppiug, a much larger town tbac Lee, is but five miles from that place, and therefore it was not long before they reached the station. Immediately Burrows and the conductor leaped from the train and went up to the .station agent, who was delivering the mail bags. It took but a moment to explain what was wanted and at once the agent replied: "Ob, yes, I remember the man well enough. He paid me for his ticket. I hope there's nothing v?rong." "This gentleman will tell you," replied the conductor in a hurry, because he could not keep bis train waiting. Then turning to Burrows he continued: "Mr. Burrows, let ma introduuce yon to Mr. Jennings. He will give yon the information which you want. Good night! I wish you luck!" A moment later be and his train were lost to view around a curve, though a deep rumbling noise remained ou the air for many minutes. Barrows turned to the man beside him aud said: "I am glad to meet you, Mr. Jennings, and I hope that you may be able to lend me some assistance in the matter which I am investigating." ''I am at your service, sir. If you'll tell me what I can do for you, I'll be only too happy," replied the agent politely. "I <un a detective and am after a man. I don't say the one who came here on Sunday is his, but I think so, from the mysterious way in which he acted at Lee. If you can tell me anything abont him, you will earn my gratitude." "Well, I don't know as I can help you much. I remember the fellow, partly 'cause he stopped off from such a late train and partly 'cause be bad no ticket aad so had to buy one when he reached here, but I am afraid there ain't much more I can tell you." "Didn't he ask yott any questions— where he could find a place to sleep at so late an hour or anything of that kind?" '' Not a word. He just took his satchel and marched off as if he knew all about the place he meant to stop at" " You sav he took his satchel with him?" "Stop a minute. That gives me an idea. Yon want to find where he put up; ain't that the point?" ''That is precisely what I am after." "Very good! As I said, he asked no questions, but marched! off. That's what be ciid do, but your question about the sa.tchel reminds me. it seemed so large that his going off on foot with it in his band- attracted some attention, and as one of the neighbors noticed that he started off in his own direction he jnmped into his wagon, and as he drove off he said to me, 'I guess I'll give the stranger a lift with his bag.' " "Do you know whether the man ac- ceipted his offer or not: 1 " "Oh, yes; he had not turned the cor- n<;r there when Weston caught tip with him, and I saw him climb into the wagon." "Who is this Wesson? Where can I find him?" "I should say he's tibe very man you want for more reasons than one. Not only he can tell you where he dropped his company Sunday night, but as he kiieps the hotel there he can put you op fci the night." With a few necessary directions as to how to find the hotel kept by this roan Weston, Burrows started toward that place. The hotel in question would scarcely be granted so high sounding a r«ane in a jity, but jts it was hostelry in the place perhaps st Was well enough so to designate it. The young detective reached it without any difficulty arid as easily found the proprietor. AfKr engaging a room for the night he at once approached the main object of his visit. "Mr. Weston," said he, "I have been informed tliat you picked up a stranger at- the depot last Sunday night and gave him a lift in your wagon." "Yes, that's trne enough." "I \vonld bo mnch obliged to you if you will tell me where yon put him down." "Well, look here! What might be vonr reasons for askin abont him? I ain't a man to git another into trouble, au excuse me, but you're a- stranger to me." "Well, was not the other man a stranger also?" "Yes, but for all that I won't do nothin to gxthim into any scrape." He looked in a decidedly suspicious manner ac the detective. Burrows considered for a moment, and from the manner of his host he almost thought that, despite his assertion tbat the man was unknown to him, he had recognized him. He also decided that it would not be wise to reveal his real object in hunting up this man. He determined upon a bold stroke. "Mr. Weston," said he, "I am glad that the secret of my friend is in such safe bauds. I thank you for your discretion. Can we finish this conversation where we will not be overheard?" Weston seemed puzzled, but led the way into a small room at the back of the building. "Now, then." resumed Burrows, "I must see my friend at once, and since you seem to be bis friend also I shall count on your assistance." "You shall have it, but first you must prove you're his friend." Burrows now felt certain that he was right in his conjecture .that the hotel proprietor had recognized his companion. The next question was whether he himself had guessed the man's identity. He continued: "I suppose you know that our friend has been hiding from the authorities for some time?" Weston nodded. "I am a friend of bis and a lawyer, and he wrote to me asking that I should come on here and look after his interests. I started at once, but when I reached the place where he asked me to meet him he had left there. I have followed him to this town, but as I am a stranger I have no idea where he would be likely to stop. I heard at the depot tbat you bad taken him up, aud so carne straight to you. " "If our friend wanted to see you, bow is it he didn't leave his address for you?" Burrows was compelled to think quickly here, but he was equal to the emergency. "That is what puzzled ruo nt first, but then it occurred touia that be could not do so without risking some detective's finding it out al^q." "Well, look here, I must be sure you're talkiu straight, so jest tell mo the name of the man? We might be talk- in about different parties, after all." This was a trying momunt to Burrows. He had hoped, by prolonging the conversation, to surprise Weston into an accidental mention of the name. Now tbat the question was put he was compelled to give the name which he suspected to be the right one. . "I am endeavoring to meet my fri&nd Walter Marvel." Burrows could almost hear his heart beat as he watched the face of his host, but Weston gave no sign and remained silent for a few minutes, "Well, I guess it's all right. Mr. Marvel was here Sunday night." Burrows felt a shiver pass over him, he was so relieved at this reply. Ee- straining himself as much as possible in his endeavor not to seem too elated, he continued: "You say he was here? Did he stop overnight in your house?" "No; he only came in for a minute; then he went on to his own place.'' Burrows at once thought of the evidence given by young Harrison, which this statement corroborated. "You mean the place where he goes to put up when he ia out shooting, do yon not?" This acquaintance with Marvel's habits evidently disarmed Weston of any lingering doubts as to the intentions of the detective, for he replied in a much more friendly tone: "Yes, that's where he went. Whether he's still there or not I can't say, for I haven't seen him since that night." ' 'I suppose you can direct me how to find it in the morning?" "Oh, yes; but if you want to ketch him at home you'd better start early. I guess he's off with bis gun most of the day." "I shall act on yotir advice. I suppose that yon have known Marvel a long time, since you are so friendly." "Why, no; not exactly. Yon see, it ain't any special friendship I have for Marvel that made ime so careful. In fact, I don't know much about him at all. 1 haven't seen him more'n once or twice altogether." "But I thought you were his friend." "I'm any man's friend when he's down. I heard all about the trouble he had with Lewis, and as I didn't see as how he'd done any different to what I would myself I wouldn't be the one to help to ketch him." "But if you don't know Marvel how can yon be sure that he was the man whom yon picked up Sunday night?" Burrows was beginning to fear some mistake. However, he was reassured by the positive reply of his host. "Oh, there ain't any chance of a mistake! I suspected who 'twas, by the way he was all muffled up and because he went off Inggin a big bag withont sayin a word to any one at the station. So I just called him by name, and be owned up, but ho begged me not to tell any one. of his bein in town, and I haven't." "I beiieye jpa,. Mr, Western «3£ ^ , ilianfe you tor "your discretion. jJTow, ji 1 you. will show me to my room, I'll thank you and ask yon to call me about 6 o'clock." Barrows was well pleased with himself and with the progress which he bad made so far in the investigation of his clew. He thought that he had managed Weston with considerable adroitness. All that he had hoped when he had started was to find some clew to prove Marvel's identity with the late visitor at .Riverside. He had succeeded beyond bis hopes, for hire was a witness, however unwilling, who could be made to testify that in the stranger and despite his disguise he had been able to recognize Marvel himself. Moreover, he aow felt satisfied that Marvel had lied when he said that he had thrown his disguise into the river, and he even hoped to find some trace of it at the old house. Promptly at 6 Burrows was called, and in a very little time he was ready to start. Weston gave biro full directions as to how to find Marvel's house. After walking about a mile beyond the more populous portion of the town Burrows reached his destination, which he readily recognized from Weston's description. The house itself could barely be seen from the road. It was in the midst of a number of large trees, and besides, as no care had been given to the place in years, it was surrounded by dense shrubbery and covered with vines. Thus, everything about it being green, it would scarcely have attracted tho attention of a casual observer. Burrows thought it a very good retreat for a man aniious to avoid the scrutiny of his: fellows and entered more than ever satisfied that some important developments awaited his examination of the interior. Pushing open the door, which moved noiselessly on its hinges, despite the dilapidation everywhere apparent, he THR First National Bank Imalsjaa, CAPITAL $250,000 J. MURDOCH, PIUBSTOMIT, W. W. ROSS, CASIHKR, J. F. BROOKMETES,' AJWT. A.J. Murdook, W. EL Brioghunt, Dtwnta UM, B. S. Rice. B. J?. Yantia, I M. JCarwood, W, T. WUaon. Banking in all lu Department*, promptly and caraiully done. Safety to Customers and itookholtor noeght for. Strong: Reserve Fund Maintained. Burrows smiled o.s he thought to himself, "Marvel, lied.'' found himself in a small but well lighted room, In this, •which bad been originally a kitchen, there was some slight evidence of civilized habitation. The stove bore no signs of rust, aud the ashes of a recent fire attested the fact that the owner used it, perhaps for cooking, aa a kettle, partly filled, still rested in ono of the boles. Burrows observed this at a glance, bat the dust apparent in all other parts of the room satisfied him thsit, except for making a cup of coffee or other light cooking, the apartment had been abandoned. He thought tbat he must look further for the room in •which he hoped to find some evidence. He passed through a door and found himself in the dining room, as a table ami cupboards proved. A casual peep into the latter showed a small store of canned meats and fruits, biscuits, butter, sugar and the like. The next apartment was the sitting room, but the dust and dirt everywhere bespoke an absence of all care on the part of the occupant. Ascending one flight, he explored two rooms in a similar condition of neglect before he reached one in which there were any signs of habitation. This was plainly if not rudely furnished and contained nothing but what was absolutely necessary in a sleeping room. A cot bed, a metal washbowl and a pitcher on a painted wooden stand; a looking glass without a frame, tacked to the wall; an old dressing case with the top, which originally held a glass, entirely missing; a few chairs, and the inventory is complete. It was evident that the house was used, as has been stated, only as an occasional sleeping place. The few odds and ends had been gathered from the general wreck and put in this one room, in the endeavor to make it at least habitable. Any further trouble or expense had been considered unnecessary. There was a commodious closet, which had probably decided the selection of the room, for it was filled with a raisce]]a- neous collection of articles, arranged with evident care and neatness, comprising outfits for gunning, fishing, etc. Burrows glanced abont for the clews for which he was searching. The first point to determine was, had the man hidden his disguise in this place? To learn this he did not go searching blindly about the place, but adopted methods which he had seen used by Mr. Barnes on similar occasions. Although he was jealous of Mr. Barnes, he admired his ability and did not hesitate to imitate him. He dropped into a chair and glanced around, looking abont him keenly, while he endeavored to discover what he wished by reasoning it out, rather than by chance. Mr. Barnes •would say, '' Undoubtedly chance is a great factor in all investigations, but the man who us«a bis brains will have more of these 'Incky accidents' than he who waits for things to 'turnup.'" 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