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' Bnt 1 was mistaceu. in anotner ino- J nent I came upon th minute filings I i tad before observed srattered over a small stand. Concluding from this hat tbey bad been passed over by Dur- J in and bis associates as valueless, I .

.wept them, ' togetfcer with the dust in

hlch they lay, into an old envelope I appily found in my pocket. Then I

rofised to the mantel and made a close

ispection of its now empty shelf. The ::ratclv5S which I had made there were i.ible enough, but the impressions for -hk-h they stood had vanished in the

midling which everything In the house ad undergone. IleardinK with great

hankfuliiess the result of rny own

Dresight, I made hasre to leave the om. I then proceeded to take tny

rst Pteps in the ticklish experiment

y which I hoped to determine wheth-

r Lncle David mm n.ta any su.-.re in

le fatal 'business wiiich had rendered

le two' rooms I had 'Just visited so

leinoraijle.

First satisfying myself by a peep

irough the front drawing room win-

bw that he was positively at watch

bhlnd the vines, I went directly to the

itchen, procured a chair and carried it

to the library, where I put it to a use

lat to an onlookers eye would have

jppeared very peculiar. Planting it

juarelyou the hearthstone not with-

it some secret perturbation as to

hat the results might be to myself mounted it and took down the en-

raving which I hve already described

hanging over this mantelpiece.

Setting it on end against one of the

kmbs of the fireplace, I mounted the

lair once mors and carefully sifted.

per the high shelf the contents or a

Jttle package which I had brought with

e for this purpose. Then, leaving the chair where it was, betook myself out of the front door.

Btentatiously stopping to lock it and

put the key in my pocket.

Crossing immediately to Mr. Moore's

de of the street, I encountered him.

I had expected to do, at his own

:iteway. "Well, what now?" he Inquired, with

he same exaggerated courtesy I bad

Thm picture nft.it rit curiosity

pticed In him on a previous occasion. Von have the air of a man bringing

ws. Has anything fresh hardened the old house?"

I assumed a frankness which s earned

' impose on him. "Do you know," I sententious!? inrmed him, "I have a wonderful lnrest in that old hearthstone, or, rath- ', in the seemingly innocent engravg hanging over it of Benjamin

ranklin at the court of France. I

II you frankly that I had no idea of

hat would be found behind the pic-

re."

I sawy his quick look that I bad irred up a hornets' nest; This was ist what I had calculated to do.

"Behind It!" he repeated. "There is

bthing behind it."

I laughed, shrugged my shoulders

pd backed slowly toward the door.

"Of course you should know," I re-

rted, with some condescension. Then

if struck by a sudden remembrance:

h. by the way, have you been told at there Is a window on that floor

hich does not stay fastened? I speak

it that you may have It repaired as

wn as the police vacate.- It's the last

e in the hall leading to the negro

barters. If you shake it hard enough.

e catch falls back, and any one can

ise it even from the outside." "I will see to it," he replied, drop-

ng his eyes,, possibly to hide their

prions twinkle. "But what do you

ean about finding something In the

all behind that old picture? I've

tver heard"

But. though he spoke quickly and

Routed thfe last words after me at the

p of bis voice, I was by this time o far away to respond save by a du-

ous smile and a semipatronizing wave

the band. Not until, 1 was nearly

bt of earshot did I venture to shout

kk the following words:

I'll be back in an hour. If anything

he attempts to enter. the old bouse.

lephone to the station or summon e otScer at the corner. I don't be-

eve any harm will come from leav-

g tho place to itself for awhile."

pen I walked around the block. (When I arrived in front again It was

hite dark. So was the house, but

ere was light in the library. I felt sured that I should find Uncle Da-

d there, and I did. When after a

biseless entrance and a careful ad-

knee through the hall I threw open

e door beyond the gilded pillars it

as to see the tall figure of this old an. mounted noon the chair I had left

there peering up at tne nan iroxn which I had, so lately lifted' the picture. He started as I presented myself and almost fell from' the chair. But the careless laugh I uttered assured him of the little Importance I placed

upon this evidence of his daring and unappeasable curiosity, and he confronted me with an enviable air of dignity, whereupon I managed to say: "Really, Mr. Moore, I'm glad to see you here. It is quite natural for you to wish to learn by any means in your power what that picture concealed. I came back because I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to rehang it." Involuntarily he glanced again at the wall overhead, which was as bare as his hand save for the nail he had already examined. "It has concealed nothing," he retorted.' "You can see yourself that the wall is bare and that it rings as sound as any chimney piece ever made." Here he struck it heavily with his fist. "What did you imagine that you had found?" I smiled, shrugged my shoulders in tantalizing repetition of my former action upon a like occasion and then answered brusquely: "I did not come back to betray police secrets, but to restore this picture to i its place. Or perhaps you prefer to '

have it down rather than up? It isn't much of an ornament." He scrutinized me darkly from over his shoulder, a wary gleam showing Itself in his shrewd old eyes, and the idea crossed me that the moment might possess more significance than appeared. But I did not step back

ward nor give evidence in any way that I bad even thought of danger. I simply laid my hand on the picture and looked up at him for orders.

He promptly signified that he wished I

it hung, adding as I hesitated these words: "The pictures in this house are supposed to stay on the walls where they belong. There is a traditional superstition against removing them." I immediately lifted the print from the floor. No doubt he had me at a disadvantage. If evil was In his heart, and my position on the hearth was as

dangerous as previous events had proved it to be. But it would not do to show the white feather at a moment when his fate, if not my own, hung In the balance; so, motioning him to step

down, I put foot on the chair and raised the picture aloft to hang it.. As I did so he moved over to the huge settle of his ancestors and, crossing his arms over its back, surveyed me with a smile I rather imagined than saw. Suddenly, as I strained to put the cord over the nail, he called out: "Look out! You'll fallT' If he had intended to give me a start in payment for my previous rebuff he did not succeed, for my nerves had grown steady and my arm firm at the glimpse I had caught of the shelf below me. The fine brown powder I had scattered there had been displaced In five distinct spots, and not by my fingers. I had preferred to risk the loss of my balance rather than -rest my hand on the shelf, but be had taken no such precaution. The clew I so anxiously desired and for which I had so

recklessly worked was obtained.

But when, half an hour later, I found an opportunity of measuring these marks and comparing them with those

upstairs I did not enjoy the full trl

umph I had promised myself, for the two impressions utterly failed to coincide, thus proving that whoever the person was who had been In this house

with Mrs. Jeffrey on the evening she

died it was not her Uncle David.

ioosea at rne. as she rave me a short affirmative and then quickly proceeded on her way, convinced me that my colleagues were right as to her being a woman who had jcvme cause for dreading police Interference. I Instantly made up my mind that here was a mine to be worked and that I knew just the demure little soul be;t equipped to act the part of miner. . In a moment she came back, and I had a chance to note again her preffy but expressionless features, among which the restless eyes alone bespoke

character or decision. "Mr. Jeffrey is in the back room upstairs," she announced. "He says for you to come up." "Is it the room Mrs. Jeffrey used to occupy?" I asked, with open curiosity, as I passed her. An Involuntary shudder proved that she was not without feeling. So did the quick disclaimer: "No, no! Those rooms are closed. He occupies the one Miss Tuttle had before she went away." "Oh, then. Miss Tuttle is gone?" Loretta disdained to. answer. She

had already said enough to cause her to bite her lip as she disappeared down the basement stair. Decidedly the boys

were right. An uneasy feeling fallowed j

any conversation with this girl. Yet, while there was slyness in her manner, there was a certain frank honesty

visible In it, too, which caused me to think that if she could ever be made to speak her evidence could be relied on. Mr. Jeffrey was sitting with his back to the door when I entered, but turned as I spoke his name and held

out his hand for the note I carried. He t mind, nor did I allow niyaelf to draw

any conclusions from It till I had carried the blotter into the southwest chamber of the Moore house and carefully compared the impressions made on it with the marks I had scratched on the , surface of the mantelshelf. This I did by laying the one over the other after having made holes where his finger tips had touched the blotter. The holes in the blotter and the marks outlined upon the shelf coincided exactly.

icy to impart. So, putting on my rnenaHest air, I returned, with suitable respect: "I don't know what to make of them. Tbey look like gold, but that Is for you to decide. Do you want them, sir?" "No," he replied, starling ert-ct and withdrawing his hand from the blotter. "It's but a trifle not worth our attention. But I thank yon Just" the same for bringing it to my notice." And again his manner became a plain dismissal. 1

This time I accepted it as such with-!

out question. Carelessly restoring the piece of blotting paper to the book from which I had taken it, I made a bow and withdrew toward the door. He seemed to be thinking, and the deep furrows which I am sure had been lacking from his brow a week- previous became startllngly visible. Finally he observed: "Mrs. Jeffrey was not In her right mind when she so unhappily took her life. I see now that the change in her dates back to her wedding day; conse

quently any little peculiarity she may

"She wiil nevsr tfiinic or doing so,-' I basely assured my little friend, with an appreciative glance at her sparkling eye and dimpled cheek. The arch littie creature started to move off "again. "As she did so she cried, "Be good, and don't let Durbln cut In on you," but stopped for the second time when half across the street, and when, obedient to her look. I hastily rejoined her, she whispered demurely: "Oh, I forgot to tell you something that I heard this morning and that nobody but yourself has any right to know. I , was following your commands and buying groceries at Simp

kins' when. Just as I was coming out

with my arms full, I heard old Mr.

Slmpkins mention Mr. Jeffrey's name

and with such interest that I naturally

wanted to hear what he had to say

naving no real excuse for staying.

poked my finger Into a bag of sugar I

was carrying till the sugar ran out.

and I had to wait till it was put up again. This did not take long, but it

took long enough for me to hear the

old grocer say that he knew Mr. Jef-

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have shown at that time is not to be ; frey and that that gentleman hadcorr.e

wondered at.

"Certainly not," I boldly ventured, "if such peculiarities were shown after the fright given her by the catastrophe which took place in the library." His eyes, which were fixed on mine, flashed, and his hands closed convulsively. "We will not consider the subject." he muttered, reseating himself In the chair from which he bad risen. I bowed again and went out. I did not dwell on the interview In my own

appeared to shrink from observation and shifted uneasily as long as I stood in front of' him, though he said nothing and did not lift his eyes from the letter

he was perusing till he heard me step back to the door I had purposely left open and softly closed it. Then he glanced up with a keen if not an alarmed look, which seemed an exaggerated one for the occasion that is, if he had no secret to keep. "Do you suffer so from drafts?" he asked, rising in a way which in itself was a dismissal. I smiled an amused denial, then, with the simple directness I thought most likely to win me his confidence, entered straight upon my business in these plain words: "Pardon me, Mr. Jeffrey, I have something to say which is not exactly fitted for the ears of servants." Then as he pushed his chair suddenly back I added reassuringly: "It is not a police matter, sir, but an entirely personal one. It may strike you as important, and it may not. Mr. Jeffrey, I was the man who made the unhappy discovery in the Moore mansion which has plunged this house into mourning." This announcement startled him and produced a visible change In his manner. His eyes flew first to one door and then to another, as if it were be who feared intrusion now. "I beg your pardon for speaking on

so painful a topic," I went on as soon as I saw he was ready to listen to me. "My excuse is that I came upon a little thing that same night which I have Securing an imprint of Jeffrey's Hft.rtd

Into his shop" only a day or two before

his wife's death to buy candles!"

The archness with which this was

said, together with the fact, itself, made me her slave forever. As her small figure faded from sight down the avenue I decided to take her advice

and follow up whatever communica

tion she had to makejo the coroner by a confession of my own suspicions and

what they had led me into. If he

laughed well, I could stand it. It was not the coroner's laugh nor even the

major's that I feared. It was Durbin's

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CHAPTER VIII.

ET me repeat. The person who

had left the marks of his pres

ence in the upper chamber of the Moore house was not the

man popularly known as Uncle David.

Who, then, had it been? But one name

suggested itself to me Mr. Jeffrey.

It was not so easy for me to reach this man as it had been for me to reach his singular and unimaginative

uncle. In the first place, his door had been closed to every one since bis

wire s death. Neither friends nor

strangers could gain admittance there

unless they came vested with author!

ty from the coroner. "And this, even if I could manage to obtain it, would not

answer In my case. What I had to say

and do would better follow a chance

encounter. But no chance encounter with this gentleman seemed likely to

fall to my lot, and finally I swallowed

my pride and asked another favor of

the lieutenant. .Would he see that I

was given an opportunity for carrying

some message or of doing some errand which would lead to my having an interview with Mr. Jeffrey? If he would I stood ready to promise that my curiosity should stop at this point and that I would cease to make a nuisance of myself. I think he suspected me by this time, but he mde no remark, and In a day or so I was summoned to carry a note to the bouse in K street. Mrs. Jeffrey's funeral bad taken place the day before, and the house looked deserted. But my summons speedily brought to the door a neat looking but very nervous maid, whose eyes took on an unmistakable expression of resistance' when I announced my errand andasked to see Mr. Jeffrey. The expression would not have Struck me a peculiar if she had raised any objection to the "Interview I had solicijd.- Bnt she did not. Her fear ansr antipathy consequently sprang

rt Lrom some other source than her tnterest in me man most tnreatenea oy

t its ii, couiu ii up, uii utr own account? Recalling what I had heard whispered about the station concerning a maid of the Jeffreys who always seemed on the point of laying something jwhich never really left hr lips, I stopped her as she was about to Hp upstairs and quietly asked: "Are you lretta?" . The war. aha turn!. b

not thought of sufficient Importance to mention to any one else, but which it

may interest you to hear about."

Mere I took from a book I held a

piece of blotting paper. It was white

on one side and Hue on the other. The

white side I had thickly chalked.

though this was not apparent. Laying

down this piece of blotting paper,

chalked side up, on the end of a large

table near which we were standing, I

took out an envelope from my pocket

and, shaking it gently to and fro, re

marked:

"In an upper room of the Moore house you remember the southwest

chamber, sir?" Ah, didn't he!' There was no mis

doubting the quick emotion the

shrinking and the alarm with which he heard this room mentioned. "It was in that room that I found these." -- Tipping up the envelope, I scattered over the face of the blotter a few of the glistening particles I had collected from the place mentioned. He bent over them, astonished; then, as was natural, brushed them together In a heap with the tips of his fingers and leaned to look again just as I breathed a heavy sigh which scattered

them far and wide.

Instinctively he withdrew his hand, whereupon I embraced the opportunity of turning the blotter over, uttering meanwhile the most profuse apologies.

Then, as If anxious not to repeat my

misadventure, I let the blotter He where it was, and, pouring out the few remaining particles into my palm, I held them toward the light In such a way that he "was compelled to lean

across the tabla in order to see them.

Naturally, for 1 had planned the distinct? weii. iiis linger tips, white with the chalk he had unconsciously handled, touched the blue surface of the blotter now lying rppermost and left

their marks there.

I could have shouted in my elation

at the success of this risky maneuver, but managed to suppress my emotion

and to stand quite, still while he took

a good look at the tilings. They seemed to have great and unusual Interest for him, and it was with no ordinary emotion that he finally asked:

hat do you make out of these, and why do you bring them here?" My answer was written under his

hand bnt this it wa far from my ol-

CHAPTER IX.

1r HAVE already mentioned the man whom I secretly looked upon as standing between me and all : ' preferment. He was a good look- 1 Ing fellow, but he wore a natural sneer i which for some reason I felt to be always directed toward myself. This sneer grew pronounced about this time, and that was the reason, no doubt, why I continued to work as long as I did in secret. I dreaded the open laugh of this man, a laugh which always seemed hovering on his lips and which was

only held in restraint by the awe we

all felt of the major. Notwithstanding, I made one slight move. ' Encountering the deputy coroner, I ventured to ask if he was quite satisfied with the evidence collected in the Jeffrey case. His surprise did not prevent him from asking my reasons for this question. I replied to this effect: "Because I have a little friend winsome enough and subtle enough to worm the truth out of the devil, I hear that the girl Loretta is suspected of knowing more about this unfortunate tragedy than she Is willing to Impart. If you wish this little friend of mine to talk to her I will see that she does so and does so with effect." The deputy coroner looked interested. "Whom do you mean by 'little friend, and what is her name?" "I will 8eil her to yon." And I did. The next day I was standing on the corner of Vermont avenue when I saw

Jinny advancing from the house In K street. She was chipper, and she was smiling in a way which made me say to myself: "It is fortunate that Durbln Is not here." For Jinny's one weakness Is her lack of power to hide the satisfaction she takes in any detective work that comes her way. I had told her of this and had more than once tried to impress upon her that her smile was a complete give away, but I noticed that if she kept it from her lips it forced its way Tk deputy eoronsr la interested

CHAPTER X.

INNY had not been gone an hour

-from the coroner's office when

an opportunity was afforded for

me to approach that gentleman

myself.

With few apologies and no preamble I immediately entered upon my story, which I made as concise and as much to the point as possible. I did not ex

pect praise from him, but I did look

for some slight show of astonishment

at the nature of my news. I was

therefore greatly disappointed when after a moment's quiet consideration he carelessly remarked: "Very good, very goodf The one point you make is excellent and may prove of use to us. We had reached the same conclusion, but by another road. You ask, 'Who blew out the candle?' We. 'Who tied the pistol to Mrs. Jeffrey's arm? It could not have been tied by herself. Who was her accessory, then? Ah, you didn't think of that." I flushed as if a pall of hot water had been dashed suddenly over me. He was right. The conclusion he spoke of had failed to strike me. Why? It was a perfectly obvious one, as obvious as that the candle had been blown out by another breath than hers; yet, absorbed in my own train of thought, I had completely overlooked it. The coroner, observing my embarrassment, smiled, and my humiliation was complete, or would have been had Durbin been there, but fortunately he was not. -I am a fool," I cried. "I thought I had discovered something. I might hare known that there were keener minds than mine In this office" "Easy easy," was the good natured interruption. "You have done well. If I did not think so I would not keeD you Jinny eeeke farther evidence)

out of her eyes, and if she kept it out

of her. eyes it beamed like an inner

radiance from her whole face. So I

gave up the task of making her perfect

and let her go on smiling, glad that ehe

had such frequent cause for it.

This morning her smile had a touch

of pride in it as well as of delight, and,

noting this, I remarked: "You have made Loretta talk."

Her head went up, and a demure

dimple appeared In her cheek.

"What did she say?" I urged. "What

ha .ha hoAn Iraanlnv rt.tV?" "You wis. have to ask the coroner. fy orders were strict to bring the remits of my interview immediately to him." "Does that include Durbin?" "Does it include you?" "I am afraid not." "You are right. But why shouldn't it include you?" "What do you mean. Jinny? "Why do you keep your own counsel so long? You have ideas about this crime, I know. Why not mention them?" "Jinnyr "A word to the wise is sufficient." She laughed and turned her pretty

race towara tne coroners omoe. dui she was a woman and could not help glancing back, and, meeting my dubious look, she broke into an arch

sciiie and naively added this remark:

Loretta is a busybody ashamed of her

own curiosity. So much there can be no harm In telling you. When one's knowledge has been gained by linger

ing behind doors and peeping through cracks, one is not se ready to say what

one has seen and heard. Loretta is in

that box and, being more than a little cared by the police, was glad to let her anxiety and her fears overflow Into

a sympathizing ear. Won't she be surprised when she Is called up some fine day by the coroner! I wonder If she ! U1 kkai mm tee fix? i!

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here a minute.' As it is, I am disposed to let you see that in a case like this

one man must not expect to monopolize all the honors. This matter of the bow of ribbon would strike any old and experienced official. I . only wonder

that we have not seen it openly dis

cussed in the papers."

Taking a box from his desk, he open

ed it and held ieOut toward me. A coil of white ribbon surmounted by a crisp

and dainty bow met my eyes. "You recognize it?" he asked. Indeed I did. "It was cut from her wrist by my

deputy. Miss Tuttle wished him to un

tie it, but he preferred to leave the bow intact. Now lift it out, Careful, man; don't soil it. You will see why in a minute." As I held the ribbon up he pointed to some spots on its fresh white surfaces."Do you see those?" be asked. "Those are dust marks, and they were made as truly by some one's fingers as the Impressions you noted on the mantelshelf in the upper chamber. This pistol was tied to her wrist after the deed; possibly by that same hand." It was my own conclusion, but It did cot sound as welcome-to me from his lips as I had expected. Either my nature is narrow or my inordinate Jealousy lays me open to the most astonishing inconsistencies, for so sooner had he spoken these words than I experienced a sudden revulsion against my own theory and the suspicions which it threw upon the man whom an hour before I was eager to proclaim a criminal. But Coroner Z. gave me no chance for making such a fool of myself. Rescuing the ribbon from my hands, which no doubt were running a little too freely ever its snowy surface, he smiled with the indulgence proper from such a man to a novice like myself and observed quite frankly: Ton will consider these observations as confidential. Yon know how to hold

your -tengue; that you have proved.

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ont ample reason. That no such mistake may be made and that he may have every opportunity for clearing

himself I am going to have a confiden

tial talk with him. Do you want to be-

(Continued Monday.)

Bwnta

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