Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 15 October 1897 — Page 11

A CONFLICT OF EVIDENCE

By EODBIGUES OTTOLENGUI.

[OopyriRht, 1897, by G. P. Putnam's Sons. 1 "Miss Lewis is a much cleverer woman than you may beli»vo her to be, and sho knows well enough that she is in no real danger. She has confessed. What of that? When sho is made to appear in court, she will retract this confession. Then how will you convict her? What evidence is there against her besides her own words? Sho will tell you that she was excited, that sho did not realizo what sho was saying. What will you be able to do? She is a woman,

There aloud liurroivs exumininrj a pistol. and the sympathy of the jury will

bo

in her favor. American juries are proVcibiall.y lenient toward her sex. Sho will

be

acquitted,

but

real criminal

where will your

be?

Iu some foreign land.

Mr. Barnes listened with considerable interest to all this, for it was precisely what had been passing in his own mind. He very well knew that a confession so grave a cri.ne as murder would not by any means issure a conviction, and he had by no means ur.doituieu the girl's ability as a bold plotter. Still, ha would not dismiss from his mind the possibility that, after all, sho might bo guilty. The story which she had told was a most plausible one. Moreover, its very simplicity seemed to prevent a suspicion that it lftid been manufactured. Besides, it fitted so well nil the most complicated points in the case. Then, how did she know that there were two wounds? Neither the doctor nor Burrows wonld have told her, and as she was tho last witness to enter the room •she could not have heard the previous testimony.

Addressing his companion again, he said: "All that is very true, but suppose that Miss Lewis does not retract?" "But I tell you sho will. Why should she allow herself '.a suffer the penalty— and such a penalty—when sho is innocent? As soon as the real criminal has had time ro get away safely she will tell an entirely different tale. You will see." "Why are you so sure that she is acting a part?" "Why did she not tell tho truth at once if it was her intention to do so?" "Ah! Who can be sure of the workings of a human mind, and of the motives which actuate any given course?" "In this case it seems to me quite simple. When she first testified, she thought that the murderer was safe." "Whom do they suspect, then?" "Can you be in doubt? Walter Marvel, of course. Whom else but her lover would she risk her life to save?" "But the dead man was her uncle, her adopted father. Did she not love him enough to refuse to leave him for this very lover? Tlun why should sho not wish to avenge his death?" "Granted that she loved him, he is dead, whilo her lover is alive. She will caro more for tho living than tho dead. The undo cannot be restored therefore tho lover must not be sacrificed. Do you know what sho will do? She will exert every effort to save him, and then sho will still refuse to marry him. Sho is a strango woman!" "How do you know her character so well?" said the detective sharply. Lewis started slightly, but replied quickly: "I do not know. I am simply telling you my opinions, formed on tho little that I have seen nf hpr."

Mr. Barnes was satisfied with this answer—at least he did not let it appear if ho was not—and, resuming tho thread of their discourse, ho asked: "I-Iavo you any special reason for thinking that Marvel is guilty?" "If not guilty, how did his locket conio to be in tho possession of my father? It is very evident that, even if Miss Lewis tells tho truth, sho has not nccounted for that mystery. This is a point that Mr. Tupper mentioned." "I mean to investigate that matter, of course, but I have seen stranger things than that explained away." "Well, then, let me call your attention to another point. Do yon remember tho story that the squire told us of the row at the birthday fete?" "Certainly." .-/V "Very good. If you do, you will recollect that tho squire said that my father kept Marvel's pistol. Now, what has becomo of that weapon?"

Mr. Barnes saw at once tho value of this, and it had certainly not occurred to him. IIo was thankful for this conversation. "Wo lia.vo not looked for it," he replied. "You may not have done so, but I have searched everywhere, and it is not to bo found." "Perhaps tho squire may have it." "I liavo asked him, and ho assures 1110 that my father would not part with tho evidence of tho assault which had been made on him. More than that, the squire told mo that ho kept it locked in a drawer in tho parlor." "How, then, could Marvel liavo obtained it?" "My idea is this: I thiuk.that after

his interview with Miss Lewis across tho river Marvel, as ho admits, came to tho farm. I think he sought an interview with my father that they quarreled, and that my father took up tho pistol, -whereupon Marvel got it away from him and shot him."

Mr. Barnes shook his head. "Tliero is no sign of a struggle. Besides, if that is tho truth, how could your father liavo written tho liamo of Walter Marvel on tho slip of paper?"

Lewis thought a minute and then replied: "I have it. When my father heard tho barking of tho dog outside, lie took Marvel's pistol and filed at tho man whom he saw there. At the same moment a bullet struck him. This was either from Lucas' pistol or else was tho shot fired by Miss Marvel from tho summer house, as she declared. Then, when Marvel imo, the weapon may liavo been on the table right at hand, for as father was wounded ho would scarcely liavo thought of locking up the weapon again. As for the writing, that may bo as Miss Lewis guessed. My father thought Marvel had fired tho first shot and so wrote a line to that effect, not realizing to what extent ho had been wounded." "But what about the empty shell in Miss Lewis' weapon?" "Perhaps her first statement was correct, and she had previously fired it, or, again, my father may have fired it at Marvel in self defense."

A silence followed, and Mr. Barnes did not speak for several minutes, during which time ho was thinking deeply. At last, however, he said: "You are right it is of importance to find this missing pistol. But where can we look for it? That is the question." "I think I can guess that, too," sr.id the other eagerly—a little too eagerly, thought Mr. Barnes—although ho reflected that when a novice is working out a mystery of a great crime he is usually impetuous. Lewis continued: "Marvel himself described his movements on leaving the farm. First be went home then, making a bundle of his wet clothes, ho threw them into the river, and, lastly, he went to his old house in Epping. Now, either he threw the pistol iu the river, or else, remembering that it has his name on it, as young Harrison testified, he was shrewd enough to take it with him and hide it iu tho Epping piace. "Your reasoning is very good, and it may be as well for me to go to Epping in the morning." "Do so, and while you. are gone I will have tlie river dragged, in the hope of recovering the clothing!"

Mr. Barnes stopped, looked at Lewis a moment then slowly and distinctly he said: "Mr. Lewis, I would prefer that yon go with uie to Epping."

Oh," said Lewis quickly, "'I should like that, but I thought you detectives preferred to work alone." "W7e do, as a rule, but I will make nil exception in this case," returned Mr. Barnes dryly.

By this time they had reached Riverside, and both at once retired to rest. Mr. Barnes awoke early and called Lewis, who was still abed when he entered his room, and together they went to Squiro Olnev's house, where Mr. Barnes explained that something had turned up which would prevent his accompanying him to Dover. With Lewis, he then hastened to tho depot, where he was just in time to catch the train which passed at G:30, and getting aboard they reached Epping a few minutes before o'clock.

After a little time spent in inquiries Mr. Barnes learned the locality of the house of which he was in search and at onco repaired thither. Arrived at tho place, which was about a mile beyond the more densely built portion of tho town, he found it to be, as described, in a terribly dilapidated condition, and, recessed considerably from the road, it was almost hidden amid an overgrowth of trees and shrubbery. Without any hesitation the two men entered the place, but scarcely had they crossed the threshold of the door when Mr. Barnes uttered an exclamation of astonishment, for there in front of him stood Tom Burrows examining a pistol which he held in his hand.

CHAPTER XIII.

THE STATION AGENT'S ffl.EW. Tom Burrows had naturally taken no active part in the coroner's inquest. He was but an assistant to Mr. Barnes, and consequently bouud to remain quiet, lest, by intruding, ho should interfere with the older detective's plans, for, whilo tlie district attorney ostensibly conducted tho examination of the witnesses, Burrows very well understood that he was but following the suggestions of Mr. Barnes.

When Marvel was testifying,however, ho could not resist tho desire to liavo him interrogated as to whether he had worn a disguise, 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 clow aJone.

To do this he knew that he must "be cautious. He was too well acquainted with tho sagacity of Mr. Barnes not to realizo tho fact that he must liavo aronsed susnicion liv his action in sending his question to tho district attorney. He consequently decided to avoid Mr. Barnes at the conclusion of the inquest, and so escape a catechising. In this tho sensational close of tho proceedings assisted him, so that it was not difficult to slip away unobserved. Thus, when Mr. Barnes looked for him, he wag already on his way to Leo Depot, bent upon taking the same train which had carried tho mysterious stranger away from Leo on the night of tho murder. Reaching the station, ho found Mr. Skene, and without preamblo he approached his subject. "Do you remember, Mr. Skene," said be. "that vou.cavo mo 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 remember? Well, darn mo ef you ain't the cheekiest critter I've seen mcanderin down that road." "Why, what is the mattci Iced Burrows, taken aback. "Matter? Matter enough. Look a-here, you gol darned eejiot. Whv ain't you dono nothiii? Why didn't you call me on the stan? Why didn't you stop 'em?" Burrows endeavored to answer, but Mr. Skene waved his hand as a sign to him to bo silent and continued more excitedly: "Didn't you git the straight tip from mo in this here bis-

"I ain't mum to yit another into trouble." nis? Didn't 1 tell you who killed Lewis: Didn't I tell you I seen him with my own eyes? Didn't I tell you 1 seen him twice? Didn't I tell you what train lie come on an what train he went away on? How much more do you want, you blunderin lune? Mus' I leave my station an ketch the man myself? I reckon that's what you're waitin on. You want me to ketch him an put him in your ban's all tied, so lie couldn't hurt you, hay?" Mr. Skene stopped to breathe. It is doubtful whether he would have ceased talking except from this necessity. Burrows saw his chance and tried to speak before the irate old man could resume. But he was not allowed to say much. "It is all right, Mr. Skene," he began. "There is time enough." "Time enough?" interrupted Air. Skene. "Why, darn your"Eile.Yua^trthe hull thing ended? Ain't you been an 'lowed them lunatics to tack th» crime on 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 mo they ain't brought her in guilty? Ain't Jef Harrison jest druv by an tolo m^ the ve-dic'?" "But, Mr. Skene, that is only the verdict of tho 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 Boston. But what's tho diff'rence, I'd like to know? She's disgraced, an tho hull county'll be talkin 'bout her. You can't bender folks from talkin, kin you? Well, then!" This last ejaculation presumably meant that an unassailable argument had 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'lieve she's innocent? Do I b'lievo 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 beforo 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. "But how can you know it? You may think so, but how can you know that she is innocent?" "How do I know it?" Mr. Skene said tLis with 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 tho baggage room. Burrows thought he knew how to bring him back. "Mr. Skene, you misunderstand me. I believe Miss Lewis is innocent also. Won't you help me to provo it?"

The old man turned instantly and camo back. He 'looked sharply at Burrows a moment and said: "Say, don't come none of your Borston tricks on me! They won't work, an ef I ketch you lyin I'll maul you, so help me!" "There will bo no need. I will explain. I am not tho 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 tho 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 ho succeeded, too, for the station agent listened to him patiently for tho first time sinco tho beginning of tho interview. Burrows continued, following up tho 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 liavo come to you for assistance. If you give it to me, I think there is no doubt that 1 can apprehend your man. In that ease, of course, Miss Lewis will be released. May I cor:i upon you?" 'Kin you count on me: Say, mebbo I wuz hasty! I ain't overpatient", I'll 'low, but I wuz riled when I beam 'bout that verdie'. But n'o man ain't quicker'n me to 'low he's wroufl, so there's my ban." Bui rows shook the proffered hand gladly, delighted to have conciliated tiio old man. "Now, then," con­

tinued Mr. Skene, "tell me what Km do an I'll do it quickcr'n a streak. "Listen! You told me that this man did not buy a ticket, from you when he left. Therefore he must have obtained one from the conductor on the tram. That will be enough to have impressed tlie circumstance on his mind. If not, the ticket itself can bo found, and that will tell us whero ho left tho train. What 1 want you to do is to introduce mo to tho conductor when the train conies in and arrange it so that lie will not hesitate to tell mo all that lie may know as wo go along, for 1 mean to take that train tonight." "That'll he simple enough, for Berry, tlie conductor, is a liieo feller, lle'll do all he kin to help you." "Very good. What tinio did you say that tram leaves?" "Ten thirty-nine."

Prompt to tho minute tho train which he. was so anxiously awaiting camo along and was stopped by the agent's Hag. Mr. Skene found tho conductor and introduced Burrows to him, at the same time giving a hint of what was wanted. As soon as they hail started the two dropped into conversation, for there had been no other passengers to take up, and therefore there were no tickets to be collected. "Mr. Berry," said Burrows, "to make no mystery about what 1 want, 1 will say at once that 1 am a detectlve and am looking for a particular man. One answering his description bearded this train last Sunday night. 1 desire you to tell me where he was going." "I should like nothing better than to oblige you, Mr. Burrows bur, really, we see so many passengeis that it is not an easy matter to know all about where they get on or off, especially after tho lapse of several days." "Of course not. but consider for a moment. It canuot be a common thing to get a passenger at this hour at sc small a place as Lee." "No you are right about that. Nevertheless I get them all along my route, and there are many stops as unimportant as this one." "I see I must assist your memory. This man did not buy a ticket from the agent at the station, and consequently ho must have done so on tho train. Can you not recall that circumstance?" "Y-e-s—y-e-s—it seems to mo that 1 do. Ah, I have it! The man you want had a full beard and wore a long overcoat lie ajso had a hu-ge satchel, and remembei'"tliat ho would not let mo send it. to the baggage room. But where did he want a ticke' for? That I don't get somehow." "Haven't yovi tho ticket which yon sold Jiini?" asked Burrows anxiously. "No. We turn our tickets in at tho end of each trip. Of course they would have it

vti

tho main ollice. But stop a

minute. Perhaps I have the stub. Burrows watched him as patiently as possible while he looked through his book, turning to the right date and glancing over the stubs of the tickets whi'-h ho had sold on tho train. This occupied a few minutes only, at the end of which the conductor continued: "I am sorry, but it is not here. You see, I use that book when I sell a ticket for any distance, and as there is no stub for anything from Leo it must be that your man only made a short ride. Tho farmers along the lino often do that, and wo let them simply pay tho agent where they stop off, tho agent giving us the ticket." "Can you tell, then, where this man got off?" "I cannot bo sure about it. He must have left tho train either at Epping, the next stop, or one station beyond that, for we seldom let a man ride farther in tho way that I liavo described. But stop here a niinuto and I will ask my brakeman if he knows.

The conductor was gono but a few moments and returned with disappointment on his face. "No. He knows nothing doesn't remember the man at all. But seo here! Tho thing is simple enough! All we must do is to ask tho agent at Epping, and if not there it must have been at the next."

Epping, a much larger town than Lee, is but five miles from that place, and therefore it was not long beforo they reached tho station. Immediately Burrows and tho conductor leaped from tho 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 tho agent replied: "Oh, yes, I remember tho man well enough. He paid mo for his ticket. I hope there's nothing wrong." "This gentleman will tell you," replied the conductor in a hurry, because lie could not keep his train waiting. Then turning to Burrows ho continued: "Mr. Burrows, let me introduueo you to Mr. .lemiings. Ho will give you "tho information which you want. Good night 1 I wish you luck!" A moment later he and bis train were lost to viewaround a curve, though a deep rumbling noiso remained on the air formally minutes. Burrows turned to the man'beside him and said: "I am glad to meet you, Mr. Jennings, and I hope that you may he able to lend me some assistance in the matter which lam 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 tho agent politely. "I am a detective and am after a man. I don't say tho one who camo hero on Sunday is he, but I think so, from tho mysterious way in which lie acted at Leo. If you can tell mo anything about him, you will earn mv gratitude."

Well, I don't know as I can help you much. I remember tho fellow, partly 'cause ho stopped oil' from such a Into train and partly 'cause ho had no ticket and so had to buy ono when lie reached here, but I am afraid tliero ain't much more I can tell you." "Didn't he ask you any questions— whero ho could find a place to sleep at so lato an hour or anything of that kind?" "Not a word. IIo iust took his satchel

and marched off as if lie knew all about tho place he meant to stop at." "You say ho took his satchel with him?" "Stop a minute. That gives me an idea. You want to find where he put up ain't that tho point?" "That is precisely what I am after." "Very good! As I said, he asked no questions, but marched off. That's what, he did do, but your question about tint satchel reminds me. It seemed so large that his going off on foot with it in his hand attracted some attention, and as one of the neighbors noticed that he started off in his own direction he jumped into his wagon, and as ho drove off he said to me, 'I guess I'll give the stranger a lilt with his bag.'

Do you know whether tho man accepted his oiler or not?" "Oh, yes he had not turned tho corner tin ro when Weston caught up with him, and 1 saw him climb into tho wagon." "Who is this Weston? Where, can I find him?" "I should say he's the very man you want for more reasons than one. Not only he can tell you whero ho dropped his company Sunday night, but as lie keeps the hotel there lie can put you up for the night."

With a few necessary direction- as to how to find tho hotel kept by this man Weston, Burrows started toward that place. Tho hotel in question would scarcely bo granted so high sounding a namo in a city, but as it w* the largest hostelry in tho pla.u perhaps it was well enough so to designate it. Tho young detective reached it without any difficulty and as easily found the proprietor. After engaging a room for thu night he at onco t1 proached tho main object of his visit. "Mr. Weston," said he, "1 liavo been informed that you picked up a stranger at the depot last Sunday night and gave him a lift in your wagon." "Yes, that's true enough." "I w'ould bo much obliged to you if you will tell mo whero you put him down." "Well, look here! What might bo your reasons for askin about him? I ain't a man to git.another into trouble, an excuse me, but you're a stranger to mo." "Well, was not tho other man a stranger also?" "Yes, but for all that I won't do nothin to git him into any scrapo.,r Ho looked in a dccidcdly suspicions manner at tho detective. Burrows considered for a moment, and from tho manner of his host ho almost thought that, despito liis assertion that the man was unknown to him, ho had recognized him. Ho also decided that it would not bo wiso to reveal his real object in hunting up this man. He determined upon a bold stroke. "Mr. Weston," said ho, "I am glad that the secret of my friend is in such safo hands. I thank yon for your discretion. Can we finish this conversation where wo will not be overheard?"

Weston seemed puzzled, but led the way into a small r^om at tho back of tho building. "Now, then," resumed Burrows, "I must seo my friend at once, and since you seem to be his friend also I shall count on your assistance." "You shall have it, but first yon 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.

Tho next question was whether ho himself had guessed tho man's identity. He continued: "I suppose you know that cur friend has been hiding from tho authorities for some time?"

Weston nodded. "I am a friend of his and a lawyer, and he wrote to mo asking that I should como on here and look after his interests. I started at once, but whon I reached the place where ho asked mo to meet him he had left there. I havo followed him to this town, but as I am a Etranger I havo no idea whero lie would be likely to stop. I heard at the depot that you had taken him up, and so camo straight to you. "If our friend wanted to see you, how is it ho didn't leave his address for you?''

Burrows was compelled to think quickly here, but ho was equal to tho emergency. "That is what puzzled mo at first, but then it occurred to mo that he could not do so without risking some detective's finding it out also." "Well, look hero, I must be suro you're talkin straight, so jest tell mo the namo of the man? We might be talkin about different parties, after all." This was a trying moment to Burrows. Ho had hoped, by prolonging tho conversation, to surpriso Weston into an accidental mention of tho name. Now that the question was put ho was compelled to give tho namo winch fce suspected to be tho right one. "I am endeavoring to meet my friend Walter Marvel."

Burrows could almost hear his heart beat as ho watched the faco 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 pas's over him, he was so relieved at this reply. Restraining himself as much as possible in iiis endeavor not to seem too elated, ho continued: "You say ho was here? Did lie stop overnight in your house?" "No he only camo iu for a minute then he went on to his own place."

Burrows at onco thought of tho evidence given by young Harrison, which this statement corroborated.

You mean tho place where ho goes to put up wl4.cn I10 is out shooting, du you not?"

This acquaintance with Marvel's habits evidently disarmed Weston of any lingering doubts as to the intentions of tho detective, for ho replied in a much nioro friendly tone: "Yes, that's whero ho went. Whether lie's still thero or not I can't say, for I haven't seen him sincd thut night."

"I suppose you can direct me how to find it in the morning?" "Oh, yes but if you want, to ketch him at homo you'd better start early. I guess he's off with his gun most of tho day." "1 shall act 011 your advice. I suppose that you have known Marvel long time, since you are so friendly." "Why, 110 not exactly. You see, it ain't any special friendship I have for Marvel that made me so careful, la fact, 1 don't know much about him at all. I haven't seen him nioro'n onco or twice altogether. "But I thought you wore his friend." "I'm any man's friend when lie's down. 1 heard all about the troublo I10 had with Lewis, and as I didn't seo as how he'd done any different to what I would myself I wouldn't be the ono to help to ketch him. "But if yoti don't know Marvel how can you be sure Jliat I10 was tho man whom you picked up Sunday night?" Burrows was beginning to fear .somo mistake. However, lie was reassured by tho positive reply of his host. "Oh, there ain't any chance of a mistake! 1 suspected who 'twas, by tho way he was all muflled up and because ho went, off luggin a big bag without say in a word to any one at the station. So 1 just called him by name, and ho owned up, but, ho begged 1110 not to tell any on.) of his bein in town, and J. haven't." "I believe you, Mr. Weston, and I thank you for your discretion. Now, if you will show me to my room, I'll thank you and ask you to call 1110 about 6 o'clock."

Burrows was well pleased with himself and with the progress which ho had made so far in tho investigation of his clew. He thought that he had managed Weston with considerable adroitness. Ail that lie had hoped when lie had started was to liml somo clew to provo Marvel's identity with the Jato visitor at Riverside. He had succeeded beyond his hopes, for here was a witness, however unwilling, who could bo made to testify that in tho stranger and despite his disguise he had been ablo tc recognize Marvel himself. Moreover, ho now felt satisfied that Marvel had lied when I10 said that he had thrown his disguise into the river, and he even hoiu'd to find somo trace of it at the old bo'iii'j.

Promptly at 0 Burrows was oalled, and in a very littlo time I10 was ready to start. Weston gavo him full directions as to how to find Marvel's house.

After walking about a milo beyond tho moro populous portion of the town Burrows reached his destination, which ho readily recognized from Weston's description. Tho house itself could barely bo seen from the load. It was in tho midst of a number of largo trees, and besides, as 110 %jaro had been given to tho placo in years, it was surrounded by dense shrubbery and covered with vines. Thus, everything about it being green, it would scarcely liavo attracted the attention of a casual JH»erver. Burrows thought it a very good retreat for a man anxio-q to avoid the scrutiny of his fellows and entered nioro than ever satisfied that somo import-nut developments awaited his examination of tho interior.

Pushing open tho door, which moved noiselessly 011 its hinges, despite the dilapidation everywhere apparent, ho

Burrows smiled an lie timm/hl Co himself, "Marvel lied." found himself in a small hut well lighted room. I11 this, which had been originally a kitchen, thero was somo slight evidence of civilized habitation. Tho stovo boro no signs of rust, and tho ashes of a recent firo attested tho fact tbafc tho owyor used it, perhaps for cooking, as a kettle, partly filled, still rested in one of tho holes. Burrows observed thin at a glance, but tho dust apparent in all other parts of tho room satisfied him that, except for making a cup of coffeo or other light cooking, tho apartment had been abandoned. Ho thought that ho must look further for the room in which he hoped to find somo evidence.

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