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The Evening W ey coe eres ee ee @ murder here?” CHAPTER XV. The Hand of Death. HERE do you live? asked W Freyberger when they were on the road. “We shall pass the place, and I will show P you,” replied the other. They turned to the left toward the village and walked for a moment in Hence. ‘The stranger, despite his age and apparent infirmity, walked with a brisk step. Freyberger did nuc lag behind. Teen this conversation began be- ;tween them, Freyberger speaking firat., “Bo, you hi “Is that 20?” “Gt is so, and I have come down here to arrest the murderer.” “You are"—— “1am Gustave Freyberger.” “Indeed!” “when I was talking to you in the bar'I fancied that some one was lis- tening to. me,.and so I told you of my aunt—in Bremen, was it? and of my sister in Dusseldorf. Freyberger, as they walked, took wide glances at the terrible profile ef his companion, rigid as the pro- file of the Sphinx; at a sign or move- ment indicative of guilt he was pre- pared to act. He was waiting for the UA psychological moment. i But the stranger made neither sign nor movement, and they passed Wathrough the little village, past the PEF pest-ofice, past the cottage which OF serves as a police station, Then they / turned a corner, and a lonely country “road lay before them. Lonely looking would, perhaps, be a better term, for the roads about here are by no means destitute of * travellers on a summer's day. “You do not live in the village, “1 live a Hittlé way ‘down this road. “That is convenient,” said Frey- ‘tor if T am not mistaken going ‘to; have a storm.” “Bo Jt would seem.” “we can shelter at your cottage, for you live in a cottage, at least 1 ‘ you told me so.” “T tive in a cottage, but I am un- wave,that I mentioned the fact.” “Ah, dt must. have been my imag- ation. It plays one tricks, Iam full imaginations and fancies to-day. ‘or {hstance; in the bar a moment oT fancied I knew your face.” “indeed!” “Yes, I fancied there was a re- emblance between you and an artist med Muller—no, no, named ‘olbecker, Ah! there I am again, my emoty {8 playing me false, Upon ¥ word, if this goes on I shall re- ign my position and my trade, which, er.all is a dirty trade, seeing that It is the trade of catching murderers 4 delivering them to the hangman. lein was, the name of the artist—he as a sculptor.” ‘'The other said nothing, his face was atill immobile, but a great drop of sweat was coursing down the side of Ht.» The*tlouds were rolling in funereal ‘masses over Reading and spreading toward the southern sky. A few large drops of rain fell on the dust of the road, andthe occasional grumbling of thunder sounded as if from a vast distance. The road took a turn upon itself, and here, a hundred yards or so away in'front of them, well set back from the highway and half hidden by a hedge, lay a cottage. Freyberger was only waiting now to discover the living place of the man beside. him. before arresting him. They were nearly level with the cottage yilte when, unperceived by ‘ ger. the old man’s left hand te the oi’ man's pocket. rea@ moment Freyberger, with a Ag cry and hanas outspread, felt P) forward in the dust of the road -sanabagsed. 4 When he awoke it was with a sen- sation of pain ext-nding all over his body,, He was lyiag on the tiled floor of afnall zoom: Which was evidently the kitchen and living room'of « la- Revere cotenge, A deer wide open The Cottage on the Fells Onwef the Strangest Detective Stories Ever Written By H. De Vere Stacpoole (Author of “The EMe ef Corel,” 0.) CLEAN ’EM OUT! showed the glimpse of a garden gone to ruin and overgrown with a mon- atrous growth of weeds. By the door, holding a spade in one hand, steod Klein. Freybergér tried to move, but e failed. His body was absolutely rigid. From the nape of hie neck to his heels ran a board, to which he was splinted by turn upon turn of rope. He tried to speak—he was gagged. Klein stood and looked at him. After the first glance round, Frey- berger saw nothing but Klein. He could scarcely see his withered face in the shadow cast by the doorpost, , but the hand holding the spade stood out awful in its energy and brutality, it by the storm-light illuminating the doorway. ‘Then the old men, assured that his victim was awake and in full posses- sion of his senses, began to speak in . pantomime, He pointed to hia own lips and to the barred front door as if to indicate mecrecy and the fact that the terrible things about to take place would never be known to the world. i Freyberger was not deaf, and the old man was not speechless, yet he never uttered a word, though he chuckled at times, making that sound which had frozen Leloir’s heart when he had heard it issue from the lips of Bir Anthony Gyde tn the corridor at Throstle Hall. Then the demon at the doorway be- gan, in pantomime, to dig with his spade, shovelling up imaginary earth from an imaginary grave; without @ word he went through the postures necessary in dragging @ heavy body to the graveside and flinging it in. Then he spat three times into the imaginary grave, and closed It in. All this without a word. Then turning from his victim he went into the gardén and began to dig the real grave. Freyberger’s eyes travelled about == the floor of the room; they lit upon an object, it was a sandbag. He knew now what had happened to him. Sandbagged on the road, dragged into this cottage, bound and in ga he lay now waiting for the act in the tragedy—his own burial. ‘The service for the burial of the dead would not be required over his grave, for, that Klein would bury him alive, he felt certain. He lay listening to the patter of the rain on the leaves in the garden and the eound of the spade. Incessant, rhythmical, it seemed wielded by a giant. CHAPTER XVI. The Mystery. HAT night in London the Chief of the Criminal In- vestigation Department eat in his office, It required ten minutes to midnight, and he had just laid down his pen after several hours’ hard work over official correspondence and reports. The Goldberg case was still exer- cising the public mind, and several editors were asking the world from editorial easy chairs what the police were paid for, The night was warm, and through the open window came vague and fugitive sounds from the city that never sleeps; voices, the bells of passing hansoms, and the clop, clop of the horses’ hoofs, the hum of dis- tant traffic. A little draught of wind suddenly etirred the papers on the desk before him; he turned, the door was open, and Freyberger stood before him, pale, haggard and bearing a black bag in his hand, Behind Freyberger Stood a stranger. “L knocked, sir,” said Freyberger. “Ah! I was thinking. I suppose I did not hear you, Sit down—this gentleman ?"—— “This gentleman's name is Helller, sir,” replied Freyberger. “I have vei tured to bring him with me, as he has assisted me in clearing up the Gyde case.” “Anh! what's that you say?” “The Gyde case, sir, Also he has saved my life to-day” “Sit down, sit down,” said the Chief, indicating chairs. ‘This is good, if it is as you say. I want detals; but first tell me, is Sir Anthony Gyde alive?” “No, sir; he was murdered in the Cottage on the Fells.” “Good God! by whom?” “Klein.” “Ta Klein alive?” “No, sir; he is dead, He died to- day, and his body lies in the mortu- ary at Reading. Let mo say at once, and with the humility of a man who has just escaped a terrible death, that all my assumptions were absolutely correct. Klein, alias Kolbecker, alias Muller, was the author of the La- farge tragedy, the Gyde tragedy and all the subsidiary murders, conclud- we eo be PNR RAR A BY wa ing with the murder of Bronson yes- terday. Look at this.” He produced a black notebook from his pocket. The Chief examined the book; it was a volume of some hun- dred pages or 80, every page coverea with close writing. “This book,” said Freyberger, tak- ing back the volume, “contains the life history of the greatest criminal who ever lived. It is the diary of Ludwig Spahn, alias Muller, alias Kolbecker, allas Klein. I mastered it in the train to-night, and from it I will sketch you the story of which the murder of Sir Anthony Gyde 1s but a chapter. “Spahn was born in Munich nixty- five years ago.” “Sixty-five? “Yes, sir. He was an old man.” “But the man in the photograph was a man of middle age.” “Yos, alr. on, Spahn, at seventeen, left the business to which he was "apprenticed and went to Rome to study art, or, to speak more correctly, to teach Jt, for this strange genius had ideals of his own, and very soon he had a little fol- lowing, a cult. Vicious to the core, ho never could keep money. He was al- ways in debt. One day he murdered More About ‘“Near-Sighted Charity” ANY letters have come to me in M answer to an article called “Near-Sighted Charity.” As ‘one voice these letters urge more charity at home, pointing out some startling statiatios, While we cannot overlook the great needa of the people in the war gone, yet the cry for help at our immediate doors is evidenced by, the following facts: One hundred thousand men, women and children were evicted within the last few months, ight thousand stenographers are out of employment; hundreds of other women are idle on account of closed industries during the war. Judge Davies states that in his court in Lafayette street he has on an average of seventy-five to eighty eviction cases daily. This means that these families are so in arreare in the rtruggle for bread that they are unable to keep a roof over their heads. Jedgo Davies says: “The pinch of poverty has been per- ceptibly noticeable, The people’ who are evicted are usually those LEAST ABLE to take care of themselves.” Conditions have @o multiplied in this direction that the City Chamber- lain has taken up the matter with the city Judges. It is unquestionable that organized charity is unable to cope with the growing problems which the war has precipitated. It is generally conceded that the regular charitable givers will be disposed to give less this year than formerly. but it ts. It should not be so, ‘ie reels. (8 Me Tia Beenie Rend), Yesterday, one of the heads of big h ILLUSTRATING WEBSTER Copyright, 1914, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Bveaing World). BELIEVE ME, KIDS SOME JOB NOW- A GAY HONEY) BOY TRAVELING SALESMAN — A MILE wiIDE WHEN CUT A RIDGE (T COMES “TH THE QUEENS - TomMoRROW I'LL BE FEEDING THE RUFFLES IN CHICAGO—T-NIGHT I'VE GOT SEVEN DATES HERE — FRIDAY 1 CHEER "EM UP IN ATLANTA —ETC. ~ ALL Expenses PAID! — Fenn 2. S7an Ton ~dpe_ EFFLATION *THE ACT OF FILLING WITH WIND: THE HIGH COST OF LOVING 18 00 my OOTSIE TOOTSIE TOOTSUM ? we 1 WANTA <0 To DE Movies! Ho acemed of middle agp,, but I will explain the matter as I’ go" @ banker, was caught red-handed, sentenced @ death and allowed to 0+ cape the extreme penalty by that in- fernal law which allows murderéra to escape unexterminated. He waa con- demned to imprisonment for life and released after twenty-five years. “He was fifty when he left prison, full of hatred toward society and s determination to be revenged. “He went to Paris. “The art which was born with him remained with him, and the love of pleasure. “He refused to be old, and, with the ald of the art of the chemist and the maker-up, he appeared to the world By Sophie Irene Loeb {hospital would have to cut down the ital informed me that the| number of beds on account of lack of funds, and that there is little prospect of Improvement in conditions for the winter, With theee statistics and facts atar- Ing us in the face, were it not wiser for our women, before equipping ships and organizing bazaars (the Proceeds to go to the people at war), to promote peace at home and save suffering to the countless men, women and children in our midst, most of whom have been brought to these circumstances by that self- same war? Hundreds of industries that em- ployed many of these people are crippled in business, on account of present closed foreign ports. Thus there are many, indeed, right here who are suffering only because of that war, In fact, there are few who are not affected. Of course, it is natural for us to sympathize with those thousands of innocent people in Hurope made homeless by this catastrophe, But in sympathy for them should we he blinded to similar needs at home? It would seem more fit that after having alleviated the constantly growing present distress of our own ten we proceed then to bend our efforts to those abroad, ‘The spirit of sympathy and help | should be forthcoming wherever there is humanity, but certainly our con- sideration should be firat directed to our immediate fellow burden-bearers. ws WE WANTA 40 TO DL MOVIES, TOO ! a ae er i ies al ae orld Daily Magazine. Saturday. Octobér 31. ere tye, as a man at least twenty years younger than he was. “He lived for years in Paria in the Latin Quarter, a notoriously vicious character, yet forgiven for the sake of his gen! His sculptures were marvellous, but his vice and laziness were to match, so he made little profit of hie art and did little work. “Hie hatred of the rich and wel-to- do amounted to a monomanta, and he was always eearching around for avenge himself upon them. “To the man who hates a class, @ butt for hie revenge. ‘One day, walking along a street in Parte, he saw coming toward hi what seemed a little old man wearing @ pinafore. It was a child wearing « mask. “The occurrence gave him food for thought. ‘If’ said he to himself, ‘a man who makes these paper masks for 6 aous a dozen can produce even momentary illusion, what could not a genius do in the sanie direction were he to give all his mind to the matter?’ “He played with the subject in his mind. “It L wanted to make the mask of a man, thought he, ‘a mack that would deceive everybody by its re- semblance to the flesh, how Would IT proceed? “1 would firat have to procure @ cant of his face, or execute « bust of ‘him exactly identical with the re Qnly very slightly larger. marble with a very fine powder, and I would epply @ coating of the finest fening varnish. “‘T would remove the whole, and paint the interior of the cautouah with the flesh tints, thus giving the true appearance of life, for the hu- face is painted from the inside. ‘I would then back the thing with a thicker layer of rubber and remove the stiffening varnish from the out- wide. “4 my art did not fail me, I would |! now have @ fac-simile of my friend or my ¢i face. Could [ wear it and masquerade as him? Only on two conditions (1) ‘that I could make the inside of the mask @ perfect cautouch, over that a layer of stif- t I Fasten a Bracelet By David Potter Thts Book on the Stnnds Wilt Cost You $1.28. Yon Get lt tor 6 Contes: the name of Kiein; | ty partly on the recede othe iol vicious circle, amidet whem came implicated, aad water ly. “Kieln looked at Gyde,’ ing. the ofa comedy of ma fates w he was ta some means by which he might ® individual of that clase will serve as sbeol voice. ‘bast was made in took roome in Howland qt up the Oust and came to C him; dij the bead ino of chlorine, which shragk. the, ql and preserved it. placed the bead | @ black leather bag, dressed "hia in Bie victim's clothes, =e face and personallt tim in ius own sothes ty, room, “1 would then rub that face of gt mould of my own face (3) that he 88 to was a man, @ man of my own height and a man who wore and & beard, for the joining at the eyes en at the neck would present an in superable difficulty were I to imitate a clean-shaven man who did not wear glasses.’ “He brooded over the thing. “One day he fell in with M. Le- farme, a rich jeweller, who was at times a frequenter of the Latin Quar- ter, and the whole diabolical pian of the Lefarge case was conceived In & ah, “The plan of robbing and murder- ing a rich man in such 4 manner that the world would fancy that the rich man was the assassin, not the victim. “He made a bust of Lefarge, from the buat he made Lefarge’s face. Le- farge wore a be and glasses. The making of the exterior of the maal was a bagatelle; the real difficulty wan the interior, which had to be a ® perfect adaptation to his own fea- 4 tures, but he did it. “While this was going on, he made & most profound study of Lefa: himself; his walk, bis manner, h voleo, his handwriting. “He was, in fact, preparing to be Lefarge’s understudy for an hour or two upon the stage of life. q three hours every day, during of four months, he wore the conversing with himself, before a lopk- a wrink! ft Mee ain the lines and wrinkles o! fe. won day he asked Lefarge to call upon him. “Lefarge called. Muller murdered him, and stripped him of his clothes and decapitated him. “Then he dressed the body in his own clothes, put on the clothes of his victim, put on his face, put on his hat, his manner, his walk and hin voice. “Then, with his victim’ black bag, he ran got into his victim's \home, collected a hundred | pounds’ worth of jewels, drove to the leorner of the Rue d’Amsterdam and | disappeared. | “But Nemesis followed him, The |murder of Lefarge had wakened up it \apectre in the darkness of his soul. ‘He killed three people to satiate this ‘madness, as we have seen. Then he was at peace. “Six years passed. Then, Vienna, he met Sir Anthony Gyde. “He was living in Vienna under By Carmichael 1 WONDER IF THAT COP WOULD LEND ME ‘s head in a the etairs, , Grove housand o S he lust for killing that lay like a ¢ fow it. 7 ‘#8 murder f¢ “Then this gentleman, Mr elit saw him and followed RIA. Klein suspected that he wae at lage wafie ae "He determined to di set How? Simply by pecomtay Be own ‘ “He flung away all artifice and he came the old man he wan The tea moval of! is him twenty veers fe, Senn ae “He took the determining to murder instinct- was too him and he killed Bronson.” Then Freyberger told his "l was lyii ttage, lie ing to this manater t y when, 1 f Me jeeds. I tthe wi ’ Mr. “Hellier will tell you “I had a reason for m Up in this affair,” said Hauer: ‘and reading of the murder of Bronson: came down to Sonning te make tm. quiries, I Had aay one to live there lately? and I was by @ woman that # gentienian taken & cottage on the Healey rtunately, ahe did net say an gentleman, or I bitty or I should not have “I went to the cot! r could get ihe bak ee and went “In the garden, b grave, I found a ‘man Tote spade clutched in his dead. I found Mr, in the cottage, and I bai we “Klein m “Yeu,” replied Ges CF heart disease. lot ¢ excitement of digging my grave. y. “One last question,” eaid the chief “How about those ‘nitiads ic “they ‘were tattooed after deat were Pp Freyberger, “and ‘ee a. of He had ihe art of tattooing 9 em, sti iss pind, strangely : cases | " she 4 in my mind and gave tp. Rs ao act ot tee lellier left the Yara : Pee tet, ed, im hes pen is shoulder, “I want to tell this: It hadn't jaffetr and ace: m bes ‘ou mean,” said Heiter, ing, “Klein would not have whe had come England in t ef by mired io 8