Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 4 January 1901 — Page 11

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THE MYSTERY OF AGATHA WEBB.

By Anna Katharine Green, Author of "The Leavenworth Case" "Lost .Van's i/ine," "Hand and Ring" Etc., Etc.

OOPYJUGHT. lflOO, BT ANNA ltATUAItLNE QKKCN.

CHAPTER XVI. THE MUSKY 1'OL'ML.

Tho lantern gone the room resumed its former appearance. Abel, who had been much struck by Sweet water's mysterious maneuvers, drew near Dr. Talbot antl whispered in his ear: "We might have done without that fellow from Boston."

To which the coroner replied: "Perhaps, and perhaps not. Sweetwater lias not yet proved his cfltse let us wait tili he explains himself." Then turning to the constable he showed I him an old fashioned miniature which I he had found lying on .Inmes' breast when he made his first examination.

It was set with pearls and hacked with gold and was worth many meals, for the lack of which its devoted owner bad perished. "Agatha Webb's portrait," exclaimed Talbot, "or rather Agatha Gilchrist's! For I presume this was painted when ehe and James were lovers." "She was certainly a beauty," com-1 mented Fenton, as he bent over the' miniature in the moonlight. "I do not wonder she queened it. over the whole county." "He must have worn it where I found it for the last 40 years," mused the doctor. "And yet men say that love is a fleeting passion. Well, after coming upon this proof of devotion, I

find it Impossible to believe James •Zabel accountable for her death. Sweetwater's instinct was truer than Knapp's." "Or ours," muttered Fenton. "Gentlemeu," Interposed Abel, pointing to a bright spot that just then made its appearance in the dark outline of the shade before alluded to, "do you see that hole? It was the sight of that prick in the shade which sent Sweetwater outside looking for footprints. See! Now his eye is to it" (as the bright spot became suddenly eclipsed). "We are under examination,

A 17TTlrw* A stolen from Agatha you found

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Old Opera House Block.

Delivered Direct to the People who

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FOR

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Flour! Flour!

Jost Received.

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Blrs, and the next thing we will hear is that he's not the only person who's been peering into this room through that hole."

He was so far right that the first words of Sweetwater on his re-en-trai.ee were: "It's all O K, sirs. I have found my missing elew. James Zabel was not the only person who came up here from the Webb cottage last night." And turning to Knapp, who was losing some of his supcrcilious manner, he asked, with significant emphasis: "If, of the full amount

?20 jn ibc p0ss(,ssi0nWebb, of one mau aml

And everything good in Bp $ggo jU possession of another, upon tho grocery line at out -:v A which of the two would you fix as the store. Highest, price .•. prolnltle murderer of this good worncountry produce. an?"

"Upon him who held the lion's share, of course." "Very good. Then it is not in this cottage you will find the person most wanted. You must look— But there, first let ine give you a glimpse of the money. Is there any one here ready

accompany me in search of it? I

shall have to take him a quarter of a mile farther up hill." "You have seen the money? You know where it is?" asked Dr. Talbot and Mr. Fenton in one breath. "Gentlemen, I can put my hand on It in ton minutes."

At this unexpected and somewhat startling statement Knapp looked at Dr. Tallot and Dr. Talbot looked at the constable, but only the latter spoke. "That Is saying a good deal. But no matter. 1 am willing to credit the assertion. Lead on, Sweetwater. I'll go with you."

Sweetwater seemed to grow an inch at least. "And Dr. Talbot?" he suggested.

But the coroner's duty held him to this house of death, and he decided not to accompany them. Knapp and Abel, however, yielded to the euriosity which had been aroused by these extraordinary promises, and soon these four started on their small expedition up the hill.

Sweetwater headed the procession. He had admonished silence, and his wish in this regard was so well carried out that they looked more like a group of specters moving up the moon lighted road than a party of eager and impatient men. Not till they turned into the main thoroughfare did any one speak. Then Abel could no longer restrain himself, and he cried out: "We are going to Mr. Sutherland's."

But Sweetwater quickly undeceived him. "No," said he, "only into the woods opposite his house."

But at this Mr. Fenton drew him back. "Are you sure of yourself?" he said "Have you really seen this money, and is it concealed in this forest?" "I have seen the money," Sweetwater solemnly declared, "and it is 'idden in these woods."

Mr. Fenton dropped his arm, and they moved on till their way was blocked by the huge trunk Of a fallen tree. "It is here we are to look," cried Sweetwater pausing aud motioning Knapp to turn his lantern on the spot where the shadows lay thickest. "Now, what do you see?" he asked. "The upturned roots of a great tree," said Mr. Fenton. "And under them?" "A hole or, rather, the entrance to one," "Very good. The money is in that hole. Pull It out, Mr. Fenton."

The assurance with which Sweetwater spoke was such that Mr. Fontuii at once stopped and plunged his hand into the hole: but when, after a hurried search, lie drew it out again, there was nothing in it his hand was empty. Sweetwater stared at that hand amazed. "Don't you find anything?" he asked. "Isn't there a roll of bills in that hole?" "No," was the gloomy answer, after a renewed attempt and a second disappointment. "There is nothing to be found here. You are laboring under some inisapprehension, Sweetwater." "P.ut I can't be. I saw the money saw it in the hand of the person who hid it there. Let me look for it, con stable. 1 will not give up the search till I have turned the place topsyturvy."

THE CKAWi'OltDSYlLLE "W EEKLY JOURNAL.

Kneeling down in Mr. Kenton's place, he thrust his hand Into the hole. On either side of him peered the faces of Mr. Fenton and Knapp. (Abel had slipped away at a whisper from Sweet water.i They were lit with a similar expression of anxious Interest and growing doubt. Ills own countenance was a study ot' eonllk't jng and by

lie siniwed two rolls of new crisp bills. no means cheerful emotions. Suddenly his aspect changed. With a quick twist of his lithe, if awkward, body, he tlirow himself lengthwise on the ground, and began tearing at the earth inside the hole, like a burrowing animal. "I caunot be mistaken. Nothing will make me believe it is not here. It has simply been burled deeper than I thought. Ah! What did I tell you? See here! And see here!"

Bringing his hands into the full blaze of the light, he showed two rolls of new crisp bills. "They were lying under half a foot of earth," said he, "but if they had been burled as deep as Grannie Fuller's well. I'd have unearthed them."

Meantime Mr. Fenton was rapidly counting one roll and Knapp the other. The result was an aggregate sum of $9S0, just the amount Sweetwater had promised to show them. "A good stroke of busiuess," cried Mr. Fenton. "And now, Sweetwater, whose is the hand that buried this treasure? Nothing is to be gained by preserved silence on this point any longer."

Instantly the young man became very grave. With a quick glance around which seemed to embrace the secret recesses of the forest rather than the eager faces bending toward him, he lowered his voice and quietly said: "The hand that buried this money under the roots of this old tree is the same which you saw pointing downward at the spot of blood in Agatha Webb's front yard." "You do not mean Amabel Fage," cried Mr. Fenton, with natural surprise. "Yes, 1 do. I am glad it is you who have named her."

CHAPTER XVII. MISS PAGE SUSPECTED.

A half hour later these men were all closeted with Dr. Talbot in the Zabel kitchen. Abel had rejoined them, and Sweetwater was telling his story with

groat earnestness and no little show of

pride. "Gentlemen, when I charge a young woman of respectable appearance aud connections with such a revolting crime

as murder, I do so with good reason, as

I hope presently to make plain to you. "Gentlemen, on the night and at the

hour Agatha W ebb was killed, 1 was

playing with four other musicians in Mr. Sutherland's hallway. From the place where I sat I could see what went on in the parlor and also have a clear view of the passageway leading down to the garden door. As the dancing was going on in the parlor I naturally looked that way most, aud this is how I came to note the eagerness with which during the first part of the evening Frederick Sutherland and Amabel Page came together in the quadrilles and country dances. Sometimes she spoke as she passed him aud sometimes he answered, but not always, although he never failed to show he was pleased with her or would have been if something—perhaps It was his lack of confidence in her, sirs—had not stood in the way of a perfect understanding. She seemed to notice he did not always respond and after awhile showed less inclination to speak herself, though she did not fall to watch him and that intently. But she didn't watch him any more closely than

I did her, though I little thought at the time what would come of my espionage. She wore a white dress and white shoes and was as coquettish aud seductive as the evil one makes them. Suddenly I missed her. She was in the middle of the dance one minute and entirely out of it the next. "Naturally I expected that she had slipped aside with Frederick Sutherland, but no, he was still In sight, but looking so pale and so abstracted I was sure the young miss was up to some sort of mischief. But what mischief?

Watching and waiting, but no longer

confining my attention to the parlor, "So you should." acknowledged I presently espied her stealing along Sweetwater, "but when the detectivi the passageway. 1 have mentioned instinct is aroused it is hard tor carrying a long cloak which she rolled up and hid behind the open door. Then she came back, humming it gay little song which didn't deceive me tor a moment. 'Good!' thought I, 'she and that cloak will soon join company.' And they did. As we were playing the Ilarobeli mazurka I again caught sight of her stealthy white figure in that distant doorway. Seizing the cloak, she wrapped it round her, and with just one furtive look backward, seen, 1 warrant. by no one but myself, she van- carefully all that she

I shed in the outside dark. 'Now to note just seen Frederick

who follows her:' thought 1. But nobody followed her. This struck me as strange, aud having a natural love for detective work, in spite of my devotion to tiie arts. I consulted the clock at the foot of the stairs, and noting that it was half past 11. scribbled the hour on the margin o'f my music, with the intention of seeing how long my lady would linger outside alone. Gentlemen. it was two hours before 1 saw h-*r face again. How she got back .iito house 1 do not know. It the garden door, for my left it yet at or near half past 1 I heard her voice on the stair above me aud saw her descend and melt into the crowd as if she had not been absent from It for more than five minutes. A half hour later I saw her with Frederick again. They were dancing, but not with ihe same spirit as before, and even while I watched them they separated. Now where was Miss Page during those two long hours?

I know, aud It Is time I unburdened myself to the police. "But first 1 must inform you of a small discovery I made while the dance was still In progress. Miss Page had come down stairs, as I have said, from what I now know to have been her own room. Her dress was, in all respects, the same as before, with one exception--her white slippers has been exchanged for blue ones. This seemed to show that they had been rendered unserviceable, or at least unsightly, by the walk she had taken. This ill Itself was not remarkable, nor would her peculiar escapade have made more than a temporary impression upon my curiosity if she had not afterward shown an unaccountable and extraordinary interest In the murder which had taken place in the town below during the very hours of her absence from Mr. Sutherland's ball. This, in consideration of her sex and her being a stranger to the person attacked, was remarkable, and, though perhaps I had no business to do what I did, I no sooner saw the house emptied of master and servants than' I stole softly back, and climbed the stairs to her room. Had no good followed this intrusion, which, I am quite ready to acknowledge, was a trltle presumptuous. I should have held my peace in regard to it but as I 1 id make a discovery there which lias, as I believe, an important bearing on this affair, I have forced myself to mention it. The lights in the house having been left burning. 1 had no ditliculty ill finding her apartment. I knew it by the folderols scattered about. But I did not stop to look at them. 1 was on a search for her slippers, and presently

I came upon them, thrust behind an old picture in the dimmest corner of the ooni. Taking them down, I examined them closely. They were not only soiled, gentlemen, but dreadfully cut and rubbed. In short, they were ruined and, thinking that the young lady herself would be glad to be rid of them, I quietly put them into my pocket, and carried them to my own home. Abel has just been for them, so you can see iliem for yourselves, and, if your judgment coincides with mine, you will discover something more on them than mud."

Dr. Talbot, though ho stared a little at the young man's confessed theft, took the slipper* Abel was holding out and carefully turned them over. They were, as Sweetwater had said, grlevously torn and soiled and showed, besides several deep earth stains, a mark or two of a bright red color quite un-

llllstaka ik

in character,

"Blood," declared the coroner. "There is no doubt about It. Miss Page was where blood was spilled last night." "I have another proof against her,"

Swc

tw llor wont

on, in full enjoy-

ment of his prominence among these men who, up till now, had barely rcc-

gnized his existence. "When full of

the suspicion that Miss Page had had a hand In tho theft, if not the murder of Mrs. Webb, I hastened down to the scene of the tragedy, I inet this young woman issuing from tho front gate. She had just been making herself conspicuous by pointing out a trail of blood on the grass plot. Dr. Talbot, who was there, will remember how she looked on that occasion, but I doubt If he noticed how Abel here looked, or so much as remarked the faded flower the silly boy had stuck in his buttonhole." "I did not," ejaculated the coroner. "Yet that flower has a very important bearing on this case. He had found it, as he will tell you, on the floor near

Batsy's skirts, and as soon as in his coat, I bade him take it out and' keep it, for, gentlemen, it was a very uncommon flower, the like of which can only be found In this town in Mr. Sutherland's conservatory. 1 remember seeing such a one in Miss Page's hair, early in the evening. Have you that flower about you, Abel?"

Abel had, and being filled with importance, too, showed it to the doctor and to Mr. Fenton. It was withered and faded in hue, but It was unmistakably an orchid of the rarest description. "It was lying near Batsy," explained Abel. "I drew Mr. Fenton's attention to It at the time, but he scarcely noticed it." "I will make up for my ludlfference now," said that gentleman. "I

should have been shown that flow-

er," put in Knapp. I

man to be just to his rivals. Besides, 1 was otherwise occupied. 1 had Miss Page to watch. llappily for me. it had been decided that sin: should not be allowed to leave town till after the inquest, and so my task became easy. This whole day 1 have spent in sight of Mr. Sutherland's house, and at nightfall I was rewarded by detecting her end a prolonged walk in tho garden by a hurried dash Into the woods opposite. 1 followed her and noted did. As she had

Sutherland and

Miss 1 lolliday disappear up the road together, she probably felt free to do as she liked, for she walked very diredly to the old tree we have just conic from and, kneeling down beside it, pulled from the hole underneath 'something which rattled in her hand with that peculiar sound we associate I with fresh bank notes. 1 had approached her as near as 1 dared and was peering around a tree trunk when she stooped down again aud plunged both

was not by hands into the hole. She remained in eye seldom this position so long that 1 did not know what to make of it. But she rose at last and turned toward home, laughing to herself in a wicked but pleased »vav that did not tend to make me think any more of her. The moon was shining very brightly by this time, and 1 could readily perceive every detail of her person. She held her hands out before Iter and shook them more than once as she trod by me, so 1 was

I think I sure there was nothing in them, and this is why was so confident

should liml the money still in'the hole. "When 1 saw tier enter tne house, set out to find you, but the courthouse room was empty, and It was a long time before 1 learned where to look for you. But at last a fellow at Brighton's corner said lie saw four men go by on the

If way to Zabel's cottage, and on the chance of finding you among them 1 turned down here. The shock you gave mo In announcing that you hnd discovered the murderer of Agatha Webb knocked mo over for the moment, but now 1 hope you realize, as 1 do, that ho could never have had an active hand in her death notwithstanding the fact that one of the stolon bills has been found to have boon In that

wretched man's possession, for and ijj i,

here is my groat point—the proof is not rjij)on i,

Tho coroner, with a quick' glance from tho slipper in his hand up to Sweetwater's eager face, showed a decided disposition to make the experiment thus suggested, but Mr. Fenton, whoso mind was full of the Zabel tragedy, interrupted them with the question:

connection between these two great tragedies?" "Yes you have earned a voice In this matter. Speak, Sweetwater." "Well, then, I think Miss Page has made an effort to throw the blame of

"But how do you explain by this hy- i,.asLof my conclusions is correct. Open pothesis the fact of James Zabel trying to pass one of the .$20 bills stolen from Mrs. Webb's cupboard? Do you conelder Miss Page generous enough to give him that money?" "You ask me that, Mr. Fenton? Do you wish to know what 1 tliiuk of the fOUIUj them?

"A footprint can be seen there—compare It with the slii]cr." her owu misdoing on one or both of these unfortunate old men. She is sufficiently cold blooded and calculating to do so, and circumstances certainly favored her. Shall 1 show how?"

Mr. Kenton consulted Knapp, who nodded his head. The Boston detective was not without curiosity as to how Sweetwater would prove his case. "Old James Zabel had seen his brothcr sinking rapidly from inanition. This their condition amply shows. lie was weak himself, but John was weaker, and In a moment of desperation he rushed out to ask a crumb of brend from Agatha Webb or iosslbly—for I

I saw It have heard some whispers of an old custom of thelrs-to join Philemon at his yearly merrymaking aud so obtain in a natural way the bite for himself and brother he perhaps had not the courage to ask for outright. But death bad been In the Webb cottage before him, which awful circumstance, acting on his already weakened nerves, drove lilrn half Insane from the house and sent him wandering blindly about the streets for a good half hour before he reappeared in his owu house. How do

w.'is pi.iyt'u ii."5 at »i |ii*irtf.?r midnight, which tlxos the time of the encounter at Mrs. Webb's gateway pretty accurately. But, as you will s.mil sec. it was l2:oi) before James Zabel knocked at l.oton's door. How do I know his? By the same method ,,f reasoning by which 1 determined the time of Mr. Crane's eueounier. Mrs. Lot.in was greatly pleased with the music played that night and had ali her windows open in order to hear It, aud she says we were playing 'MoneyMusk' when that knocking came to disturb her. .Now, gentlemen, we played 'Money Musk' just before we were called out to supper, and as we went to supper promptly at l:h you can see just how my calculation was made. "Thirty-live minutes then passed between the moment .lames Zabel was seen rushing from Mrs. Webb's gateway and that in which lie appeared at 1 ,otoil's bakery, demanding a loaf of bread and offering in exchange one of the bills which had been stolen from the murdered woman's drawer. Thirtylive minutes! And he aud his brother: were starving. Does It look, then, an if that money was in his possession

when l.o left Mrs. Webb's hoase? Would any man who felt the pangs of hunger us lie did or who saw a brothei" perishing for food before Ills eyes, tillow minutes to elapse before he made use of the money that rightfully or wrongfully had come Into his band?

No, and so 1 say that he did not have it when Mr. t'rane met him. That, Injjg I stead of committing crime to obtain lt.fi he found it in ills owu home, lying OH his own table, when, after his rrenafcd we absence, he returned to tell his dreiul-

ftil news lo the brother he had

wanting that Miss Pago visited this im,|,.s more was leading tho daneo house as well as Mrs. Webb's during I

0Ka

her famous escapade, or tit least stood I "Well reasoned!" murmured Abel, under the window beneath which I

have just been searching. A footprint ti,ou,vii Mr. Fenton aud Dr. TaRiot can be seen there, sirs, n. very plain footprint, and If Dr. Talbot will take the trouble to compare it with the slipoer he holds In his hand he will find it |.) have been made by the foot that wore that slipper."

left

hind him. But. how did it come there? von ask. Gentlemen, remember the footprints under the window. Amabel Page brought It. Having seen or perhaps met this old man roaming fo or near the Webb cottage during the time she was there herself, she conceived the plan of throwing upon him the oons of the crime she hnd herself committed and with a slyness to be expected from her stole up to his home, made a hole in the shade hanging over an open window, looked Into tho room where John sat, saw that he was there alone and asleep, and, creeping In by the front door, laid on the table beside him the $20 bill aud the bloody dagger with

i,,ui just slain Agatha Webb

stole out again and in 20

Mr. Sutherland's parlor."

pt.eiing the others to echo lilui. But,

looked almost convinced, they Mild nothing, while Knapp, of eouree, was quiet as an oystet.

Sweetwater, with a quiet smile Mlculaled to hide his disappointment, wont on as if perfectly satisfied. "Meanwhile John awakes, see« the dagger and thinks to end his misery with it, but finds himself too fcefefc. The cut in his vest, tho dent in the floor, prove this, but if you call tow tartlier proof, a little fact, which som« tf not all of you seem to have overlooked, will amply satisfy you that thls-on* at

the Bible, Abel open it not to sliahc It for what will never fall out from between its leaves, but to find in the Bible itself ihe lines 1 have declared t» you lie wrote as a dying legacy vMi that tightly clutched pencil. Have yo*

"No," was Abel's perplexed retort. "1 cannot see any sign of writing tly leaf or margin." "Arc those the only blank pla««B te the sacred book? Search the l««ve* devoted to the family record. I*»w, what do you find there?"

Knapp, who was losing some of his indifference, drew nearer and refwi for himself the scrawl which now appeared to every eye on the discolored page which Abel here turned uppermost. "Almost illegible," lie said. "One oaa just make out these words: 'Forgive me, James tried to use dagger— foond lying- but hand wouldn't—dying without—don't grieve-true men —haven't disgraced ourselves—God bless'— That is all." "The effort must have overcome him," resumed Sweetwater in a voice flrom which he carefully excluded all signs of secret triumph, "and when JaiB#s returned, as he did a few minutes Inter, lie was evidently unable to answer questions even If .lames was in a condition to ask them. But the fallen fagger told its own story, for James picked it up aud put it back on the tabk, and it was at this minute he saw, what

I know this? From a very simple fact. Abel here has been to inquire, amoug other things, if Mr. Crane remembers the tune we were playing at the great house when he came down the main street from visiting old Widow Walker. Fortunately he does, for the trip, trip, trip in it struck his fancy, aud he

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John had not, the $20 bMl lying tliwe with its promise of life und comfort. Hope revives. He catches up this bill, tlies down to l.oton's, procures a loaf of bread and comes frantically back, gnawing it as he runs, for his own hanger is more than lie can endure. tt»eutering his brother's presence, he rushes forward with the breud. Dnt the relief has come too late. John lias died in his absence, and James, dtaay with the shock, reels back and troo-

cumbs to his own misery. Gentlemen, have you anything to say in contradiction of these various suppositions'/'

For a moment Dr. Talbot, Mr. Wenton and even Knapp stood silent then the latter said, with pardonable dryHess: "All this is ingenious but, uufortnuately, it Is upset by a little fact which you yourself have overlooked. Have you examined attentively the dagger of which you have so often spoken, »#r. Sweetwater?"

TO ltU Ct NTINUED.

KIchMl Hiiby in Hie World. The little Grand Duchess Oigu oi Russia may be said to be the rioheet baby In the world. The week she wan born $5,000,000 was settled on her, anA It is said that this huge SUJI was safe

ly invested in British and French obscurities. For In a country like Ruafifc no one knows what may happen to members of tb« reigning house