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ya) a S The Evening World Daily pel das Smee aps ley Rig at Gemenani, 1012, in \inerwe, Oy Muttet, Here a oy) ‘OPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTER Anthopy Gide, # millionaire banker, ges to a cotta on the Cumberiand fells to talk with <A merous Artis’ named Kicin, who te spending % few weeks there Ate Usde's devartare Kista iamdiess brely 18 found in the cottag, and oear It i Bleckmuling lection addreved wo Gyde, Mean time Gyde returna to hie London fouwse, but at ‘nfdmight fom away aud ls noi seep again, ie the morning bis val t, Latolr, te found dead, The deter declare he dia! of fright, and ap effort le tngde to photoyayth the retina of bie eye fore ‘yartrait of the murderer, ‘on the case, Wr sbergot te * Examntn. the check, he discovers that it ont Ateeome date rrior to the day it wae eupyooedly ‘reittea and calted CHAPTER VIII. K.” REYBERGER was put in charge of the ease. He fancied the derision with which the dark spirit with which he was at war weuld greet the efforts of the police, He went to a private room, got all the pieces de conviction together and then proceeded to go through the wRole case, incident by incident, item by item, A few more details had come to light in the last few hours. The full report of the post-mortem examin tion of the body found in the cottage on the fells had come to hand. Thore was mention of no mark upon it that might serve for identt- fication, the height before decapita- 6m the surgeon judged would have been about five feet eight Inches. The underciothes were imurked “E, K.,” evidently Klein's initials, @When Freyberger had bes! his review of the cuse every minufest de- “tail wae in bis memory and ready to spring into pusition when required, He was Just folding up his papers when a knock came to the door and an officer entered with an envelope tn his hand, « “From the chief," sald the messen- r, Then he withdrew. Freyberger opened the envelope. It contained a copy of @ message just recelved from Carlisle. “Very sorry, one detail overlooked by some strange mischance In report of Gyde case, Over second right cos- tal cartiiage of body found ure the initials "E. K/ faintly tattooed.” » Freyberger gave a cry. The whole case for him had tumbled to pleces like a house of cards, if “E K.,” Klein's initials, were tattooed on the corpse, then the corpse was Klein Gyde was a murderer, and Freyberg- er a fool, go he told Bi.nself, Then be exclaimed aloud: “Two faint blue letters tattooed over the second right costal cartilaye'—the sLefarge case, the bust, the man, the ‘artist. Why did not this occur to me before? My theory is not shattered, Though these letters, wattoved upun Yhe corpse, plunges the case into deeper depths, though they show @ more profound mechanism, what do 1 "care for that, so long aa they do not shatter my theory?” : He left the room, gave all the things he had been examining into tie safe Keeping of the sergeant superinten- -dent, and went home. In his room were a serics of notebooks, He drew one out, and looked up the letter “L” and found this entry: “Lefarge case, book B, page 115." ‘Then |.e placed book B upon the table, opened it at pase 116 and, draw- Ing up a chair, plunged into details, He just scanned the columns of “printed matter over first for names before going thro.sh the case in de- tail His heart bounded when he came upon the arn f@gain upon the name Mulle:, and Again and again. * Muller had a lot to do with the busi. Ress deult with by all those culuinue of Printed matt ‘That business was what ie known fm the annuals of crune as the Lefarge case; it had occurred eight yeare Previously in Paris, and the details are aa follows: M. Lefarge, !t appears, had owned a “ shop in the Hue de la Paix. He wasa Jeweller and very wealthy, He was also a widower, and his family con- Sieted of une daughter, Cecile, whom we suw tn the Brat pages of this story, and who, at the ume of the Le- (arge tragedy, Was Just sixteen years of age. ‘ It avpears that Lefarge had many friend wouth of the Seine; he was well k@@wn in the Latin quarter as a patron of art and a merry companion when the fit took him, and altogether ag @ god sort, Among the Bohemian acquaintances of Lefarge there was a man named Muller, Muller was a sculptor, Well, Muiler one day made the ac- quaintance of M. Lefarge. The jew- eller was not only wealthy but vain, ‘and before long he commissioned Muller to execute a bust of himself (Letarge) giving him numerous sit- tinge for that purse. Hi also wished for a bust of his daughter, but Cecile Lefarge posi- tively refused to sit, She had taken ‘a dialike to thé sculptor, one of those Gisljkes that are born of Instinct, ae dark owreeeer The Cottage on the Fells One of the Strangest Detective Stories Ever Written By H. De Vere Stacpoole (Author of “The Ship of Coral,” to) Sa Re RETR ee oe ke ee re drove to the house where Muller lodged in the Rue de Turbigo. The concierge saw him enter. Muller was in, he lived on the tup floor, and up the etaire went Lefarge to visit the sculptor. An hour or eo later he came down, carrying a Diack bag, got into his carriage, and drove home to the Rue de la Paix. Here he collected all his most valuable jewols. Jewe over a hundred thousand pound: drove in his carriuge with them to the corner of the Rue d'Amsterdam, where he alighted. The coachman said he was carrying two bags, one the bag he bad brougpt from Muller's house, the other the bag contakning the jewels, He told the coachiusan to Wail fur him, turned the corner of the @ireel, and wus never seen again. An hour later, in the Kue de Tur- digo, Muller's landlady took son coffee up to him, she found his di capitated body lying on the floor, In the pocket of Muller's coat was a let- ter, the copy of a Diackmailing let ter written by Muller to Lefurye some months before, In the descrip. tion of the dead body of Muller the existence was mentioned of two in- itials, “W. M.” (the man’s tnittals) tattooed in pale blue ink over the second right costal cartilage, Muller, the victim of Lefarge, had made a bust of his assassin, Klein, the victim of Gyde, had made a bust of his assassin. Upon the body of Muller found the copy of an old blackmail. ing letter addressed to Lefarge. In the room where Kiein waa found dead was found a copy of a blackmailing letter addressed to Gyde. Upon each of the murdered men's chests were tattooed initials, exactly in the same place, over the second right costal cartilage. A strange similarity bound th two cnace together, but the strangest thing drawing the two cases together was the fact, the almost certain fact, that Muller and Klein were one and the same person. “Now, If this Is s argued Frey- berger, “there are only four men to pick our criminal agent from. He must be elther Lefarge, Muller, Klein or Gvde. “Muller and Klein sbeing the same person, the case ts reduced to @ ase of three men from whom to pick our criminal, “He cannot be Lefarge simply be- cause Lefarge cannot be Cyd He cannot be Gyde simply because Gyde cannot be Lefarge. It must then be Klein, al Muller. “If my premise ts cofrect, that Klein and Muller are one and the same person, and that the active agent in both cases is the same man, then it is mathematically proved that the criminal! is Klein, He is undoubtedly the greatest criminal the world has ever seen, and 1 have not in the least fathomed his infernal method. The method by which he has, I fully believe, mur- dered two men, making the world be: leve that they have murdered him. “Now my theory is that Gyde ts Innocent and that Klein le certainly guilty, not of the murder of some un- known man, but of Gyde, Yet the mystery etill remains of the tattoo- ing. How Is It that the Initials of Muller were tattooed on the breast of a corpse that could not have been the corpee of Muller, and the Initials of Klein on a corpse that I am sure 19 not that of Klein? 1 cannot tell yet, but we shall see.” Fr received CHAPTER IX. Hellier Takes the Field. JELLIER meantime had been active in his investigations, seeking to solve the mystery of the Lefarge affair—that would bring him closer to Cectle, He made many Inquiries in Parie and came at last to London. A few daye after his return to bis roome at Clifford's Inn he received the following note from Cecti 'Boulogne-sur- Mer. “Dear Friend: We arrive London to-day. Meet us Langham Hotel 6 o'clock; important. CECILE LEFARGE.” As Hellier walked across the court- yard of Clifford’s Inn with this mis- sive in his pocket, the sky above was sapphire blue, the sun wae shining brightly, also trees were blooming around him and olghtingales singing in the branches. At 6 o'clock to the minute he pre- sented himself at the Langham, a: certained that Mademoiselle Lefarge and her aunt bad arrived and were expecting him, and was shown to their private sitting room. The eaine day, Freybe: 8 telegram reading: “Boulogne-sur- Mer, “Ilave received your, communica- tion through French Police, Will be at the Langham Hotel this evening at seven, bring all evidence with me. EUILE LEFARWE." A second telegram reached Frey- berger @ few moments later. “Photograph sent by your agent Indentified as that of Wilhelm Muller, | | t \ | | | | 110 Rue de Turbigo. photo bas been tn this office since the crime was committed.—LEGENDRK, Chief of Identification Bureau, Pre- Duplicate of fecture of Polici At seven o'clock precisely, Frey- berger drove up to the Langham, Mademoiselle Lefarge had given in- structions that any one who called was to be shown up, Freyberger followed a waiter up the softly carpeted stairs; at the door of & room on the first landing the man stopped. “Whom shall I say, sir?” “Mr, Gustave Freyberger.” The waiter opened the door and the detective found himself in the presence of three people. An old lady with white hair, a young woman whom be recognized by instinct as Mademoiselle Lefarge, and a man of about thirty or perhaps thirty-five, clean-shaven, English-looking, and with the stamp of a barrister, Needless to say the man was Heilly Cecile Lefarge gazed at the new- comer for a moment nds then advanced, with hand outstretched, tn such @ kindly and@ frank manner as quite to captivate even the unemo- tional Freyberger, “I need not ask you," she sald, “for 1 am quite sure you are the gentle- man mentioned by M,. Hamard as huving telegraphed to Paris for an interview with me, I am Cecile Lafarge, “Mademolselle,” replied the detec- tive, with a charming modesty thit was half false, “the communication to M. Hamard came from the Chief of the Criminal Investigation Depart- ment of Scotland Yard. Iam but the humble instrument deputed by him to inquire Into a certain case, A criine has been committed tn England. In the inv: L by ® strange chance, came upon the records of a crime committed in “Pardon me, years and five months ago.” “You are exact.” “1 am exact, but before I proceed, mademotselle, eight T must ask you to excuse me. This {9 an important matter, In speaking of it I wish to be sure of whom I am addressing. You a Mademotselle Lefarge, this lady"-— ‘is my aunt, Madame de Warena.” “Thank you, and this gentleman?” Cecile Lefarge blushed slightly {s our very good friend, Mr, Helltor.” Hellier produced his visiting-card and handed it to Freyberger, “That ts my name and address,” satd he, “Ll assure you that anything you say before me will not phes be- yond me. Mademoiselle Lefarge nas entrusted me with the painful details of the ca: that occurred in Paris elght veare ago, and {| have made dnvestigutions myself in the matter, I have spent some time in Paria studying the reports of the case, end IT may be able to assist you in a humble way, if my assistance would not be out of place,” Freyberger bowed very stiffly. ¥fe had a horror of the amateur detective, The Gyde caso was his own especial Problem; he wished for no help in its solution, “Thank you,” he gald; Then turn day in Ontoder, Letarge assassinated Decsmber 6%, 10 Mo, ing to Mile, Lafarge: ‘“A-WAGGIN’ DERE TAILS” “I like to be always perfectly frank; I have brought you a long journey, my message was urgent, yet I can give you no word of hope om the question that has troubled your heart for eight years.” “Hope!” ‘ “My meaning ts this: I can give you no hope that M. Lefarge is alive.” “Alive! Ah, no! He Is dead; my dear father Is dead—some instinct has long told me that, Al I hope for ie revenge.” “Il may give you that," said Frey- berger quite simply. “A terrible crime has been committed in England, a crinte almost exactly similar to that which was committed im the Rue de Turbigo eight years ago.” “An! “We are inveatigattng that crime; we believe the active agent in it to be the active agent In the crime of the Rue de Turbigo. If we can prove this incontrovertibly by the capture of the active agent for whom we are seoking, your father’s name will be quite cleared of any tmputation.” “Go on, please,” she sald. ‘1 must first,” said Freyberger, tak- ing a parcel from his pocket, “a you to look at this.” He handed a photograph to the girl. She looked at it and gave a short, sharp cry, as though some one had struck her. “Muller!” she said, holding the thing away from her with a gesture of terror. Freyberger took it and replaced it In bis pocket after Hollier bad glanced at it, You recognize it as the portrait"—— “Of the man who executed the bust of my father. Oh, yes, indeed, I re- cognize It, His face ie burnt upon my brain. Were | to live a thousand yeara, It would be there atill,” Freyberger proceeded to outline for her benefit the Gyde murder case. This he did tn the space of ten min- ules, clearly and concisely and with that precision that never misses a necessary or Includes an unnecessary word. “If what you have told me ts cor- rect,” had finished, “it only confirms my be- lief that Muller by some horrible alchemy, knowh only to himself, de- stroyed my father botb, tn body and reputation, just as be has destroyed Sir Anthony Gy “That, too, ts my belief," sald Heller, who Bad been itstening, amazed at the tale of Freyberger, and full of admiration at bis process of reasoning. “No eald the detective, “have you the bust this man executed of M. Lefarge?” “Yes,” replied Cecile, “T have it in the next room. I brought it with me to-day, hoping It m=rht be of use.” Freyberger loof _ at her with ad- miration “It will be of great use, and I must thank you for bringing It. 1 would like to wee It and to show ft to a friena whom I expect here shor'ly. I have asked Antonides, an expert, to meet me here. He te a Greek who has reconstructed the Gyde bust, and his opinion ts necessary to me im the case.” Mile. Lefarge passed into an ad- Joining room, from which she pres- ently emerged, carszing something ta sald Bille, Lefarge, when he ,, By Roberi Minor (TP) DOGS OF ne her arme—something wrapped in a white cloth, She placed this object on a table, and, removing the cloth, exposed the bust of M. Lefarge, which we have already seen. Scarcely had she done so than a knock came to the door and appeared bearing a ealver, on which reposed a Oithy-looking visiting card. Cecile took the thing, om which was scrawled: “I, Antonides, art dealer, No. 1006 Old Compton street.” “Gentleman is outside, miss,” sald the walter, whose cast-iron face was struggling witb @ grin and conquer- Ing It. “Show him in," sald Cecile, and I. Antonides entered. The Greek took a spectacle case from his pocket, drew forth a pair of steel-rimmed spectacles and adjusted them upon his nose, Then pe exam- Ined the bust attentively. “Well?” asked Freyberger, Well,” answered the other, quite regardiess of the other peuple pres- ent, “Where are your eyes, could you Not see that this bust ts, from an art- istic pdint of view, the twin brother of that which I repaired for you?" “1 was sure of it,” said Freyberger, “Then why did you ask my opinion?" ‘Because I wanted to make doubly aur “Well, you have done so,” sald An- tonides, taking his spoctacles off and replacing them In bis pocket. “You may take my word for it that the man who executed this bust was also the author of that admirable piece of work which some Philistine smashed with his coal hammer.’ Antonides bowed slightly to tho ladies, seized his old hat, which he had placed on a chair, and, escorted by Freyberger, left the room. When FerybBerger returned Mile. Lefarxe wan atill standing in exactly the eame place where #he had atood while the old’ man wae giving his opinion on the buat. But Hellier had stepped forward. Speaking rapidly to Freyberger, ho wald: “I undertook to investigate this I went to Paris, | saw every one who could tn the least throw light on it, I went into all the evidence. 1 said to myself the case is hopeless; forgive me for having said this even to myself. Well, one day, by chance, in an old file of the Petit Journal, f sow the case of *n old man named Mesnier; he had been strangled for no apparent reason, and an important witness gald that he had seen a man leaving Mesnier's room shortly after the time the tragedy must have taken place, and he said that he would have sworn that this man was Muller, only for the fact that Muller was known to be dead.” “Ah, ahi" said Freyberger, who was listening tntently, “How long after the Lefarge affair was this?” "A few days, on a few days Inter a woman was strangled in fleld for no apparent motive save murder, and a few days later a child was also killed upon the high road Paris in @ similar manner, [ read these things, but though they made an impression upon mo, I said to myself, Muller {» dead, they can have fo relationship to the crime in the ‘Rus de Turbigo. Now I have Beard ef the Gyde case, it proves WAR ~or— that Muller is still ive, and now f feel convinced that th committed by t:.0 demon, Can you forgive me, Cecile, for having for @ moment doubted the Innocence of your father?” “There ts nothing to forgive,” ealé the girl, gazin; at the young man with an expression that spoke vol- umes of her feelings toward him. “You saw these crimes reported in the Petit Journal?” asked Freyberger, os," sald Tellier, “Have you flies of the papers?” “No, Tread it 1. Paris. I can sup: ply you with the dates.” “No use; I don't want to know de- tals, Simply the fact that these crimes were committed suffices me. “Do you think the fact will be of use to you?" asked the girl. “It muy and it may not,” he ree plied. “And now, mademoiselie, 1 will take leave of you, There te much work to be done and tam re- quired elsewhere, 1 will keep you Informed of our progress, that is to say, as far us is in my power, You are staying at the hotel? “Yes, for some time.” “Thank you; good evening.” He bowed to old Madame de Warena, who had been @ somewhat unintelll- gent spectator of all that hud passed; he gave a slight, atiff bow to Hellier and left the room, ° Hellier rose to hia feet. “1 must speak to that man," he sald, taking Cectle Lefarge's hand in both his, “I must catch him before he leaves the hotel, May I see you to-morrow?” “Yes, come early.” He left the room with something In his hand, It was @ small bunch of violets she had taken from her breast. CHAPTER X. Hellier and Frey berger. N the entrance hall of the Langham Freyberger drew @ long, black, puisono looking chersot from hie pocket and Mit it, Heller overtook him, “I would like & moment's conversa- ton with you,” sald the barrister, “Certainly, certainly,” sald other, in a not too amiable “What can I do for you’ “1 will tell you what I think In a few words, This Muller accomplished a deeply reasoned out and tatricate crime in Paris eight years ago. Wall, having done that, his reason wi drew herself, exhausted possibly, but tho for Killing excited by the crime remained and grew and had to be satisiied, He strangled three people. “We know of lots of cases where a lunatic has a grudge against the whol female or male sex, and kills for the pleasure of Killing. It Is rarer for a man of this description to have A grudge against the whole of hu- the voloe. lust manity and to murder tndiseriminate- ly, but it oceurs “Woe find thote people perfectly sana in ot ways; they are just tigers lot loose when their reason becomes weakened. “So we have Muller, man of pro- found intellect, suddenly, under the thirst of biood, turned Into a kill machine, He kills three people, more, for the @t passes. He le gorged | Monier'a rescarche Magazine, Wednesday, October 28, 1914 for years, till he commits a sew murder and the At returns.” “Proceed,” said Freyberger, ti &* hard voice; for what Heilier had just fald was the very thing he had been thinking to himeeif. “Well, aa Muller @id eight years 0, In all probability, he will do again. He has murdered a man tn Cumberland, The thirst for blood, oF rather haman life, will most probably eoize him again. And all you have tu do to catch him ts to watt, I will wager my reputation that this beast will repeat his actions like some hor- rible automaton, and that withia the next few days you will have a case of motiveless murder to investi; and that if you catch the criminal ft will be Muller.” Freyberaer aid not reply. What Hellier had just said was exgetly what Freyberger had been thinking. It Is not pleasant to find one's tuteness matched, He had put all his energy and mind into the Gyde cane, und here Was @ stranger point- ing out to him the course to take for the completion of the affair; and, worst of all, the right course, +He quite forgot that it was due to that thewe sub- Slulary crimes had been connected with the Lwin ge case, He was, in fwct, buman, was jealous, “What you have sald," he repifed, “may have something in It think myself i way have o good 1 in at," replied Lleliter, netted newhat at the other's ussumed in- difference and chilliness of his tone, “Well,” suid Preyberger, “the aut. ter is in our hands, and you may be sure everything will be dune that Is needful. We do not, as a rule, re- quire outside help or suggestions in our work. J wish you goud aight. “Thut'e the profemsional detective all over,” thought Helller, as ne watched the departing figure of Frey- berger, “They work in one st they have ideas handed down from generation to generation, | wae amased at this man's perspicuity at first, and now I find him just ona of @ clans, Well, if he duesn't see much in my Idea f do, and 1 will keep my eyas open, and If f see a chance { will profit by It.” Freyberger, on arriving at Scotland Yard, was halled by his chief, who wan getting into @ motor car. He called to Freyberger to Jump aboard. ‘Together they whizsed out to one of the suburbs, and there the car drew up at a houne. The hall door, at which they knocked, was opened by a constable, and he “You have the body here?” asked” Au -dereq Mr. Goldberg ts not & the chiet “Yes, oir,” replied the man, salut- In “Bring us to It.” The constable opened a door on the right of the passage, disclosing @ comfortably furnished sitting room, A man w janding with bis back to the mantelpiece, it did not require the tall bat, standing on the table With the atethuacupe beside It, to in- dicate bie prefesdiun, A middle-aged woman, evidently recovering from some great agitation, was standing by the tavie, and on the flour lay something covered with a sheet. “shut the dour,” sald the chief to the constable: a turning to we man: “You are a doctor?’ “Yos,’ replied the other, “I was summoned pearly an hour ago, an have waited at the request of tne police ull your arrival, Lifé was ex- tinct when | came.” “Thank you," gald the chief. “sit down, Freyberger. A pen, ink and paper, please. hanks.” Then to the ovustabie, “Were you the oifiver called?” “IL was called at 10.15, being on Point duty, arrived to find deveased lying on the pavement in front of bie huuse, He was black in the face; and, thinking It was a case of @ mM, | un- buttoned bis collar and attempted ar- ti@cial respiration on the pavement, as he lay, but without success, This lady, here, was standing by the corpse; there was also @ crowd of some ten of twelve people, “This lady told Me deceased lodged with her and that she believed he had been murdered. “L had him conveyed Into this room, sending messengers for @ dovtor, and to the High street, Kensington, police station, 1 again attempted artificial respiration, and was 60 engaged when this gentleman arrived.” hat's all?” ven, air” hanks, Now, sir,’ doctor, “may I ask you just to state the facts within your knowledg “1 was called at 10.80, about, 1 live tn the High street, My nume's Mason, I found deceased here upon the floor he constable attempting artificial ration, Life was extinct. “How long had the man dead?" "A very short time; possibly not more than half an hour, perbaps less.” “Cause of death?" “Strangulation. The man has been, in my opinion, garrotted, seized from behind by the throat and Mterally been Next Week's Complete Novel tn THE EVENING WORLD, I Fasten a Bracelet = By David Potter Tots Book on the S'a ds Win Coot hoasi.25. Yes Get ter 6 Comms, turning to the been broken, and there are the of fingers upon the alin of the “No other marks or “I have found no other.” “Now,” eald the chief, the woman, “what do yo hee about itt’ :] She told her tale in a brdken Votes. Deceased had lodged with her ir fome years. Hie name wae Goldberg, &@ retired city man and Always of an evening he before retiring to rest and short walk up and down rarely béing absent more roinutes. This evening be had usual. She was in the upstairs, closing the about to pull down the bil the heard a stifled ery Street, and looking out saw tt Struggling on the pavement j fore the garden gate. Sho could not tell in the least the men were Ike, for the very indistinct. She ran downstairs. Her } wan out, and she Bad no one ip house with her, She put the hall door on ti and, opening It ae far as possible & i) 7 H i ® zit! 3 veil i i t | bd z i the chain on, she peeped through te opening. : Sho saw a dark form of the pave- ment beyond the garden gate. It @id not move, ‘There was no sound to be heard, and, plucking up courege after & © the xnte. Mr. Goldberg was lying on the : ment, “all of a heap.” She screai and a woman from over tho way ance and a policeman camé. The woman across the way bad some of the two men oF Me your knowledge?” t & “No, aif, he wae the best and kis@- ent of men.” Freyberger left the room. ‘He @d not return for some twenty minutes. “wWellf” asked the chief, woen pe returned, * “[ have found nothing, in” oid Freyberger, “1 went as a matter of routine, 1 have, of course, we narrowly the pavement, the re and the road for any possible trees, any dropped article that possibly furnish a clue, I did sé expect to find anything.” why?" “Because, sir, the man whe Ras to leave clues behind him.” “You know him, then?” crime is no othe Kolbecker, alias auller,” “ ‘The chief made an tmpatient mon- ment, “You must brain,” sald he, “What oa easel Connection can you make bev@agm — that ts to say, the case of & rly gentleman strangled ¥ In the atreet for fo apparent ig 10, 1 ean recall no such éag®,* , “The tact of strangulation, ¢ marks it crime by itself, M ". ers use every sort of weapon P their own hands. “The bed of the “Yea? 3 “Well, sir, I will tell you, td a iw words, why I connect this rime wif the case of Bir Anthony Gyde” —_. He then detailed the tacts be Wad learned about the crimes that had followed the murder in the Rue ¢e Turbigo. The chief listened attentively. “Bo you think=—-?" he said, “L think, sir, that beust roused in Kier’ murder committed tm C now beginning to show by actions, 1 think If we do net Klein over u occur. main hope t# to track bim we miss him now, we veral more chances, but mean several more vietiina, your permission, | will pet with you to the Yard to-night, remain in thia neighboraood, is @ strong possibility that he a here, den somewhere roun shape of @ furnished rool to remain about the spot t 1 room here for the night, if Woman of the house will let’ : 1 ae gt lat of ising- houses u bv and 1 muat be on ‘Pie epor cane in the morning.’ 2 ery well,” replied the chief; u think fit, I give yeu i in the matter, reyberger remained in the Rene of the tragedy, There was much be done that night. Having arrangements. wit! sat down at the table in the sit room and with paper beyan to draw Up his plan of He was Liat to anything to reco! recollection (e to say chal Fae thyresa cartilages bag