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    THE NORTH PLATTE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE : TUESDAY EVENING, DECEMBER U, 1895.
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NOETH PLATTE, NEB.
Capital,
Surplus,
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A General Banking Business Transacted.
A. F. STREITZ,
Drugs, Medicines, Paints, Oils,
WINDOW GLASS, -:- ''MACHINE OILS,
IDiaaM.a,zia, Spectacles-:
D eixtsake A-potlieke
Corner of Spruce and Sixth-sts.
. y as Tells.
WALL-PAPER, PAINT AND OIL DEPOT.
WINDOW GLSS, VARNISHES, GOLD LEAP, GOLD
PAINTS, BRONZES, ARTISTS' COLORS AND BRUSHES, PIANO AND
FURNITURE POLISHES, PREPARED HOU5E AND BUGGY PAINTS,
KALSOMINE MATERIAL, WINDOW SHADES.
ESTABLISHED JULY 1868. .... 310 SPRUCE STREET.
F, J- BROEKER.
MERCHANT TftlLOR.
NOETH : PLATTE : PHARMACY.
Dr. N. McOABE, Prop., J. E. BUSH, Manager.
3STOETH: PLATTE, . - - IsTEBSASSZA
W"e aim. to .handle tlie Best Grades of
Groods, sell tliem at Reasonable
ITigures, and "Warrant Everything .
Orders from the country and along the line of the Union
Pacific railway respectfully solicited.
JOS. F. FILLION,
Steam and Gas Fitting.
Jesspool and Sewerage a Specialty. Copper wid Galvanized Iron Cor
nice. Tin and Iron Roofings.
Mstimates furnished. Repairing of all kinds receive prompt attention
locust Street, Between Fifth "and Sixth,
NTortn IPlatte,
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FINEST SAMPLE E00M IN N0KTH PLATTE
Having Tefitted our rooms in the finest of style, the public
is invited to call and see us, insuring courteous treatment.
Finest Wines, Liquors and Cigars at the Bar.
Our billiard hall is supplied with the best make of tables
and competent attendants will supply all your wants.
KEITH'S BLOCK, OPPOSITE x'HE UNION PACIFIC DEP01
150,000.00.
$22,500.00
M. F. LEFLANG, Pres't.,
I ARTHUR McNAMAEA,
Cashier.
A Fine Line of Piece
Goods to select from.
First-class Fit. Excel
lent Workmanship.
ISTebraslra.
IRA L BARE, Editor and Proprietor
SUBSCRIPTION BATES.
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Entered at the North Platte (Nebraska) postoffice as
second-class matter.
The district fair is a good thing
keep pushing it along. It is an
enterprise that will benefit the
whole of western Nebraska.
Some weather makers claim that
we are to liave five feet of snow this
winter in Nebraska. We hope they
are correct. That much snow dis
tributed in six inch falls means a
crop next year. Let.'er snow.
In selecting W. L. Park for presi
dent of the West Nebraska Fair
Association the delegates recog
nized a gentleman who is progres
sive, practical and an indefatigable
worker in building up the inter
ests ot the irrigated section. It
others interested in the fair put as
much pus h into thenterprise as
will Mr. Park, we "have no fear of
the outcome.
The reporter who claims to have
interviewed W. K. Vanderbiit in
Belgium has evidently been a more
or less direct pupil of Mr. Pulitzer's
New York World school of journal
ism. Nothing short of a New Yo k
World nerve would permit a report
er to quote Mr. Vanderbiit as say
ing that Mr. Edison had -perfected
a flying torpedo to wipe out the
English fleet, and that Mr. Cleve
land is therefore "prepared for all
eventualities. Lincoln Journal.
Congressman Meiklejohn has
announced that he will allow his
name to go before the republican
state convention as a candidate for
governor, and this action seems to
meet with favor among republicans
all over the state. Mr. Meiklejohn
is certainly a worthy man for the
position, being level-headed, pro
gressive and consciencious. His
prominence in state politics to
gether with his popularity and
true republicanism makes him a
vote getter.
The "war cloud" which appeared
on the horizon immediately follow
ing the president's Venezuelan mes
sage has not yet disappeared. The
bill appropriating $100,000 to de
fray the expenses of a commission
to inquire into the disputed posses
sions or boundary lines has passed
both houses and the president is
now iu position to name the persons
who shall constitute the commis
sion. Nobody desires war with
England or her allies, but the
American people almost to a unit
support Cleveland in his position
on the Monroe doctrine. That J.
Bull is a greedy, grasping, bluster
ing fellow there is no doubt, and it
is only proper that this country
should stand by its rights. That
he would usurp our rights is evi
denced bv his actions in the Behr-
ing sea matters and right now is a
good time for Uncle Sam to take a
bold position and maintain it
even if war is necessary.
THE TOLLY OP THE WILSON IDEA.
So far as the textile industries
are concerned, the whole tariff con
troversy is embodied in this ques
tion: Shall we clothe our people
with fabrics made in our own mills
from our own fiber, or shall weper
mit the work to be done and the
profits to be pocketed by foreigners?
We supply the world with raw cot
ton, from American fields, and
American mills can produce cotton
fabrics equal to the best made any
where; but last year we paid to
Europeans $33,000,000 for cotton
goods. We grow wool ot nearly
every variety, and we can grow all
yarieties. in sufficient quantity for
the needs of our population; but
last year we imported $36.000.000of
woolen fabrics no better than those
we make at home. And, under a
system of free wool, the value of
American flocks shrank from $37,
000,000 inl893toS22,000,000in 1895.
Thus, while much of onr machinery
is idle, much of our capital unpro
ductive and many of our workmen
are unemployed, American money
is expended to speed Europen ma
chinery, to give profit to European
capital and work to European
laborers; If it be true, as beyond
all reach of successful dispute it is,
that the highest degree of advan
tage for a nation accompanies the
nearest approach to industrial in
dependence, then wc deliberately
surrender advantage when we per
mit others to do for us the neces
sary work which we might do for
ourselves. Possibly we may obtain
some articles at lower cost by pur
suing this policy; but the difference
between the costs represents loss
suffered by individual American
.producers and the nation as a whole.
To buy certain fabrics at a slightly
smaller price is not a compensation
for the heavy losses following upon
the idleness of workmen and the
unproductiveness of American
capital. Textile Rejcord.
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Copyright, 1805, by 6. P. Putnam's Sons.
CONTINUED.
CHAPTER IU
MR. BABNES DISCOVERS AN AUTISTIC MUR
DER. While the meal was progressing, a
man silently passed through the room.
No one would have guessed that he had
any special motive in doing so, for he
noticed no one. Neither would one have
supposed that Mr. Barnes observed him,
for he had his hack turned. Yet this was
the same individual who upon his in
struction had followed Rose Mitchel
when she left the train.
Breakfast over, the two men started
to leave the restaurant. Beaching the
stairway which leaus above to the mnin
floor, Mr. Barnes courteously stood aside
to allow his companion to ascend first.
Mr. Mitchel, however, with a wave of
the hand, declined and followed Mr.
Barnes. Whether either hud any special
design in this was a thought occupying
the minds of both as they silently passed
up stairs. Mr. Mitchel had a slight ad
vantage, in that being behind he could
watch the detective. There seemed,
however, to be little to sae. To be sure
the man who had passed through the
restaurant was idly leaning against the
doorway, but as soon a3 Mr. Barnes'
head appeared, and certainly before he
could have been noticed by Mr. Mitchel,
he stepped out into the street, crossed
over and disappeared into the bank
building opposite. Bad any signal passed
between these two detectives? Mr.
Mitchel, despite his shrewdness in send
ing Mr. Barnes up stairs ahead of him,
saw none, yefc this is what ocenrred :
Mr. Barnes said adieu and walked
away. Mr. Mitchel stood in the door
way, gazing after him till he saw him
enter the elevated railroad station ; then,
looking carefully about, he himself
walked rapidly toward Sixth avenue.
He did not glance behind, or he -might
have seen the man in the bank step out
and walk in the same direction. They
had been gone about five minutes when
Mr. Barnes once more appeared upon
the scene. He stopped in the doorway
where the other detective had been
leaning. Keenly scanning the paneling,
liis eye presently rested upon what he
was seeking. Faintly written in pencil
were the words "No. East Thir
tieth." That was all, but it told Mr.
Barnes that Rose Mitohel had been fol
lowed to this address, nd as it tallied
with that which she herself had given
to him he knew now that she could be
found when wanted. Wetting his finger
against the tip of his tongue, ho drew
it across the words, leaving nothing but
a dirty smudge.
"Wilson is a keen one," thought the
detecjtive. "He did this trick well saw
my nod, wrote that address and got out
of sight in an instant. I wonder if he
can keep an eye on that shrewd scoun
drel. Pshaw 1 I am giving the fellow
too much credit. I must leave it to Wil
son for today anyway, as I must get
through with this Pettingill matter.'-'
Half an hour later he was at headquar
ters talking with his assistants.
Meanwhile Wilson followed Mr.
Mitchel to Broadway, then down to the
Casino, where he stopped to buy tickets ;
then out again and down Broadway to
the Fifth Avenue hotel, which he enter
ed. He nodded to the clerk, took his key
and passed up stairs. Evidently ho lived
there. Wilson, of course, had no further
definite instructions. Eroni Mr. Barnes'
backward nod he had understood that
he was to shadow this man, and, under
the circumstances, it was his simple
duty to do this until relieved by further
orders. In these days of telephones it is
easy enough to make hurried reports to
headquarters and then continue the pur
suit. The Eifth Avenue is not a promis
ing place in which to watch a man, pro
vided tb man knows that he is being
watched. It has three exits one on
Broadway and one each on Twenty
third and on Twenty-fourth street.
Wilson flattered himself that Mr.
Mitchel was unsuspicious, and therefore
whichever way he might leave the build
ing he would first return his key at" the
desk. He consequently kept that point
in view. Not half an honr had elapsed
when his man appeared, gavo up his
key, as expected, and passed out by the
Broadway door. Crossing the avenue he
walked down Twenty-third street east
ward. Wilson followed cautiously, go
ing through the pork. At Third avenue
Mr."Mitchel climbed the elevated stair
way, and Wilson was compelled to do the
same, though this brought iiim unpleas
antly close. Both men took the same
train, Mr. Mitchel in the iirst coach,
Wilson in the last. At Eorty-second
street Mr. Mitchel left the train and
crossed the bridge, but instead of taking
the annex for tho Grand Central depot,
as one is expected to do, he slipped
through the crowd to the main platform
and took a train going back down town.
Wilson managed to get the same train,
but he realized at once that his man
either knew that ho was followed or else
was taking extraordinary precautions.
At Thirty-fourth street station tho trick
was repeated, Mr. Mitchel crossing over
the bridge and then taking an up town
train. What puzzled Wilson Was that he
could not detect that his man had no
ticed him. It seemed barely possible, as
they had encountered crowds at both
places, that ho had escaped unobserved.
He was more satisfied of this when at
Eorty-second street again Mr. Mitchel
once more left the train, crossed tho
bridge, and this time went forward, tak
ing the coach for the Grand Central.
Evidently all the maneuvering had
merely been prompted by cautiou, and
not having observed his shadow the
man was about to continue to his true
destination. Mr. Mitchel had entered
the coach by the first gate, and was
seated quietly in the corner as Wilson
passed on, going in by tho gate at the
opposite end. A moment later the guard
slammed the gate at Wilson's end and
pulled the bellrope. As quick as a flash
Mr. Mitchel jumped up, and before he
could bo prevented had left the coach
just as it started, carrying away Wilson,
completely outwitted and dumfounded.
As soon as tho train stopped.ho darted .
down staira and ran back toward tho
Third avenue station, but he knew it
was useless, as it proved. He saw noth- .
ing of Mr. Mitchel.
Wilsou was greatly disheartened, for
ho was most anxious to stand well with
Mr. Barnes, his chief. Yefc in revolving
over the occurrencfeB of the laefc half
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Absolutely pure
hour he could not seeiiow.be could Tiave
prevented the escapo of his man, since
it was evident that ho had intentionally
acted in a way to prevent pursuit, li
one but knows or suspects that he is be
ing shadowed the Third avenue elovated
road, with its bridges at Thirty-fourth
and Eorty-second streets, offers tho most
effectual means of eluding the most
skillful detective. If Wilson had known
anything whatever about tho man who
had escaped him, ho might have been
able to guess his destination, and so
have caught up with him again by hur
rying ahead and meeting him, as he had
frequently done when following noted
criminals with whose haunts he was ac
quainted. In this instance he was utter
ly in the dark, so could do nothing but.
swear. ,3i
If he could not report where Mr.
Mitchel had gone, at least he might dis
cover at what time he returned to his
hotel, and possibly Mr. Barnes might
receive some valuable hint by the lapse
of time. With this idea Wilson returned
to the Eifth Avenue hotel and waited
patiently. He telephoned to headquar
ters, only to hear that Mr. Barnes had
gone back to Boston to bring Pettingill
to New York. Seven o'clock arrived,
and yet his vigil was unrewarded. It
suddenly occurred to him that, as he had
seen Mr. Mitchel purchase tickets for
the Casino, that might be a good place
to watch, though of course there was no
certainty that they were for that night.
Upon this meager hope ho hastened up
town and stationed himself where he
could keep an eyo on all who entered.
At 10 minutes past 8 he was about con
cluding that his task was useless when
a cab stopped, and, to his intense satis
faction, he saw Mr. Mitchel alight and
then hand out a handsomely dressed
woman. Wilson had prepared himself
for this possibility by purchasing a tick
et of admission, so that he followed
the couple into the theater, determined
not to lose sight of his man again.
The opera over, he found it easy to
shadow the two, as tho woman declined
the proffered cab, perchance because tho
exhilarating though cold night air made
a walk homo inviting. He- was, how
over, somewhat amazed at last to seo
them enter the very apartment house on
Thirtieth street to which he had traced
Roso Mitchel in the morning. His mind
was at onco set at ease, for since both of
his birds had flown to tho same dovecot
it seemed plain that they were connect
ed. Evidently it was to this house that
Mr. Mitchel had gone after eluding him
in the morning. At least so argued the
astute detective.
Wilson had waited opposite the build
ings perhaps an hour, lulled into ab
straction of thought by tho silenco of
the neighborhood, when ho was startled
by hearing a piercing shriek, loud and
long continued, which then died away,
and all was still again. Whether itcamo
frora the apartment house or ono of the
private dwellings next to it he was in
doubt. That it was a woman's cry he
felt sure. Was it a cry of pain or tho
shriek of nightmare? He could not tell.
That solitary, awful cry, disturbing the
deathlike stillness, seemed uncaunj. It
made him shiver and draw his cloak
closer about him. If it had only been
repeated, after he was on tho alert, he
would have felt better satisfied, but
though he listened iutently he heard
nothing. Ten minutes later another
thing occurred which attracted his at
tention. A light in a window on tho
fifth floor was extinguished. There was
certainly nothing suspicious about this,
for lights are usually put out when one
retires. He noticed it because it was the
only light which showed from any of
the windows during his vigil. While ho
was thinking of this the door opposito
opened, and a man emerged. Judging
it to ba Mr. Mitchel, he hastily fol
lowed. That there might certainly be
no mistake Wilson walked rapidly
enough to reach tho avenue corner ahead
of tho man when he crossed, so timing
himself that he passed in front of the
other just as they both reached the street
lamp.
Taking a quick but thorough look,
Wilson saw that it was not Mr. Mitchel,
eo ho abandoned the pursuit, going back
quickly toward the apartment house.
He had proceeded but a few paces when
he met Mr. Mitchel coming rapidly to
ward him. Breathing a sigh of relief,
he passed, then crossed the street, and
with his usual skill readily kept Mr.
Mitchel in sight until he entered the
Eifth Avenue hotel. Wilson saw him
take his key and go up stairs, so that he
felt that his vigil was over for that
night. Looking at his watch, ho noted
that it was just 1 o'clock. Going into
the reading room, he wrote a report of
tho day's occurrences, and then, calling
a messenger, sent it to headquarters ad
dressed to Mr. Barnes. This done, ho felt
entitled to hurry home for a short sleep
short, because he knew it would be
his duty to be ou the watch again the
next day and until he received further
instructions from Mr. Barnes.
Mr. Barnes had immediately after
his arrival obtained tho requisition pa
pers for which ho had telegraphed, aud
which ho found awaiting him. With
these he had returned to Boston tho
same day, and obtaining bis prisoner
succeeded in catching the midnight train
once more, arriving in New York with
the loss of but a single day from tho
new case which so absorbed all his in
terest. Thus the morning after that on which
the jewel robbery had been discovered
he entered bis offices quite early, having
delivered his prisoner at police head
quarters. When he read Wilson '3 letter, the only
sign which ho gave cf dissatisfaction
was a nervous pull at one corner of his
mustache. He read the paper through
three times, then tore it carefully into
liny pieces, doing it so accurately that
they were all nearly of tho same size
and shape. Any ouo who should attempt
to piece together a note which Mr.
Barnes had thus destroyed would have a
task. Standing by tho window, he tossed
them high in tho air and saw them scat
tered by the wind.
At half past 8 o'clock ho stood before
the RUartroeit h'qvtfa in East Thirtieth
Baking
Powder
A filcnm of trlumvh Glistened in his pyc
street. Tho janitor' was sweeping from
the pavement a light snow which had
fallen in the early hours of the morning.
Mr. Barnes, without speaking to the
man, walked into the vestibule and
scanned tho names over the letterboxes.
Nono of them contained the ono which
he sought, but thero was no card in No.
5. Recalling ihat in Wilson's report a
light had disappeared from a window
on tho fifth floor, he knew that it could
not bo unoccupied. To get in he resorted
to a trick often practiced by sneak
thieves. Ho rang the bell of No. 1, and
when the door silently swung open ho
walked in, apologizing to the servant on
the first landing for having "rung the
wrong bell, "and proceeded up to the
fifth floor. Here ho rang the bell of the
private hall belonging to that special
apartment. He could have rung tho
lower bell of this ap.artmenfc at the out
set, but ho wished to make it impossible
for any one to leave after his signal an
nounced visitors. He stood several min
utes and heard no sound from within.
A second pull at the bell produced no
better results. Taking a firm hold of the
doorknob, he slowly turned it, making
not the slightest noise. To his surprise,
the door yielded when he pressed, and
in a moment he had passed in and
closed it behind him. His first idea was
that, after all, ho had entered an empty
apartment, but a glance into tho room
at tho farther end of tho hall showed
him that it was a furnished parlor. He
hesitated a moment, then walked stealth
ily toward that room, and, looking in,
saw no cuo. He tiptoed back to the hall
door, turned the key, took it from the
lock and dropped it into his pocket.
Again ho passed forward to the parlor,
this time entering it. It was elegantly
and tastefully furnished. Tho windows
opened on tho street. Between them
stood a cabinet writing desk, open, as
though recently used. Beside it was an
enamel piano lamp, possibly the same
which had furnished the light which
Wilson had suddenly missed several
hours before. Opposite tho windows a
pair of folding glass doors communi
cated with an apartment beyond. These
wero closed. Peeping through a part of
tho pattern cut in the glass, Mr. Barnes
could just distinguish the form of a
woman in bed, her long hair hanging
down from the pillow. This sight made
him uncertain as to the next move.
This was possibly Mrs. Rose Mitchel,
as she had announced herself. She was
asleep, and he had entered her apart
ment without any warrant for doing so.
True, he looked upon her with some sus
picion, but tho most imscceut frequently
suffer in this way, and without better
reason than ho had ho knew that he
could not account legally for what he
was doing.
As he stocd by the glass doors cogitat-
ing he chanced to i5 1; down. Instant
ly his eye was attraitcd by that which
made him shiver, as accustomed as ho
was to strange sights. It was a tiny red
stream, which had managed to pass un
der the door and had thon run along the
edge of the carpet for the space of a few
inches. Instantly ho stogped, dipped his
finger into it and then ejaculated nnder
his breath:
"Blood and clotted."
Standing upright, he ouce moro peer
ed into the room. The figure in bed had
not moved. Without further hesitation
he slowly slid tho doors apart. Out)
glance within, and murmuring the single
word "Murder!" Mr. Barnes was no
longer slow in his actions. Stepping
across a big pool of blood which stained
tho carpet, he stood at the side of tho
bed. He recognized the features of the
woman who had claimed that sho had
been robbed of her diamonds. She seem
ed sleeping, save that there was an ex
pression of pain on tho features, a con
traction of the skin between the eye
brows, and one corner of the mouth
drawn aside, the whole kept in this po
sition by the rigidity of death. The
manner of her death was as simple as
it was cruel. Her throat had been cut as
she slept. This seemed indicated by tho
fact that she was clad in her nightdress.
One thing that puzzled Mr. Barnes at
onco was the pool cf blood near the door.
It was fully six feet from the head of
tho bed, and whilo thero was another
just by tho bedstead, formed by blood
which had trickled from tho wound,
running down tho sheets and so drop
ping to the floor, the two pools did not
communicate.
"Well," thought Mr. Barnes, "lam
first on tho scene this time, and no busy
bodies shall tumble things about till I
have studied their significance."
This room had not been designed for
a sleeping apartment, but rather as a
dining room, which upon occasion could
be opened into tho parlor, converting the
two into one. There was one window
upon an airshaft, and in an anglo was a
handsome carved oak mantel, with firo
place below. Mr. Barnes raised the cur
tain over the window, lettting in moro
light. Looking around, ho noticed almost
immediately two things first, that a
basin stood on a washstand half filled
with water; the color of which plainly
indicated that the murderer had washed
off telltale marks before taking his de
parture; second, that in the fireplace
was a pilo of ashes.
- "The scoundrel has burned evidence
against him and deliberately washed
tho blood from his person before going
away. Let mo seo, what was it that
Mitchel said, 'I should have stopped to
wash the stain from tno carpet wniio
fresh, and also from the dog's mouth.-'
That is what he told his friend he would
do if bitten while committing a crime.
In this instance the 'stain on the carpet'
was too much for him, but ho washed ifc
from himself. Can it be that a man
lives who, contemplating a deed of this
character, would make a wager that he
would not be detected? Bah I Ifc is im
possible. " Thus thought Mr. Barnes as
ho studied the evidence before him. He
next turned to the woman's clothing
which lay on a chair. He rummaged
through the pocket, but found nothing.
In handling tho petticoat he noticed that
apiece had been cut from the band.
Examining the other garments, he soon
saw that the same had been done to them
alL Like a flash, an idea struck him.
Going over to the bed, he searched for
some mark on the garments which were
on the corpse. Ho could find none until
he lifted tho body up and turned ifc over,
when he found that a piece had been cut
from the nightdress.
"That accounts for the blood by the
door," thought Mr. Barnes. "Ho took
her out of the bed to get her nearer to
the light, so that ho could find tho in
itials marked on the clothing. While sho
lay by the door the blood flowed and ac
cumulated. Then he put her back in
bed,"so that he would not need to step
over her ia walking about tho room.
What a calculating villain I There is ono
significant fact here. Her name cannot
have been Rose Mitchel, or there would
have been no reason for destroying these
marks, since she had given that name
to several. i
Mr. Barnes next brushed the charred
ashes from the grate upon a newspaper
and carried them to the window in the
front room. His examination satisfied
him of two things the murderer had
burned tho bits of cloth cut from the
loftorc flint tlin -fnllrvor trnc ufnflirtnelT. I
careful was plain from the fact that the I
burning had been thoroughly done. I
Nothing had escaped the flame save two
buttons with a bit of cloth attached and
various" corners of envelopes. With dis
gust Mr. Barnes threw the ashes back
where he had found them.
Next he paid his attention to the cab
inet desk, which stood open. He pulled
out all the drawers aud peered into ev
ery nook and cranny, but his search was
fruitless. Ho found nothing but blank
paper and envelopes, and these of com
mon kind.
Once more returning to the room
where tho corpse lay he noticed a trunk
from which protruded a part of a gar
ment. Raising the lid ho found every
thing within in a promiscuous pile. Evi
dently it had been hastily searched and
carelessly repacked. Mr. Barnes took
each article out and examined it closely.
Everything upon which a name might
have been written showed a place where
a piece had been cut out. "There must
be some good reason for hiding this wo
man's identity, or the scoundrel would
not have been so thorough in his work,"
thought Mr. Barnes. Just then, in re
placing tho clothing, he heard a crink
ling sound which indicated that a bit of
paper was in the pocket of tho garment. ,
Hastily ho withdrew it, and was de-.'
lighted to observe writing. "A clew at
last," he murmured, hurrying to the
front room window to read it. This was
what ho found : :
LIST OF JEWELS.
Ono diamond, Wi carats $15,000 ,
One emerald, 158 carats 15,000
One ruby, 15- carats 20,000
One sapphire, 10 enrata 5,000
One pearl, pear shaped, white 15,000
One pearl, pear shaped, black 10,Ka
One pearl, white, egg shaped 5,000
One pearl, black, egg shaped 5,000
One canary diamond 5.000
One topaz, 200 carats , 5,000
$100,000
The ten jewels arc all perfect specimons of
their kind. The first four arc cut exactly alike.
The pear shaped pearls nro similar in sizo and
shape, as are also the egg pearls. The canary
diamond is obloug and the topaz unused led.
The lot are contained in a red Russia leather
case 4 by 0 inches in size, lined with black sat
in. Each jewel fits in a special depression and
ia held in place by a gold wire clasp.
The case has the name "MITCHEL" in gold
letters across the band which straps around it.
This was all, no name being signed.
Mr. Barnes regretted this last fact, but
felt that he held a most important pa
per in his hand, since it seemed to bo
corroborative of tho woman's statement
that she had lost a lot of unset jewels.
It was of great value to havo so minute
a description of tho stolen gems. Fold
ing tho paper carefully, ho placed it in
his wallet, and then returned to the vi
ciuitv of the corpse.
Looking closely at tho cut in the
neck, the detective determined that tho
assassin had used an ordinary pocket-1
knife, for the wound was ueitlier deep
nor long. It severed tho jugular vein,
which seemed to havo been tho aim of
the murderer. It was from this circum
stance that tho detective decided that
tho woman had been attacked as she
slept. This aroused tho question, "Did
the murderer havo tho means of enter
ing the house without attracting atten
tion?" Either ho must havo had a night
key, or else some one must havo admit
ted him. Mr. Barnes started as the
thought recurred to him that Wilsou
had seen Mr. Mitchel enter the house
some time before tho scream was heard
and depart some time after. Was this
the woman who had accompanied him
to the theater? If so, how could she
have retired and fallen asleep so quick
ly? Evidently further light must bo
thrown upon this aspect of the case.
While meditating the detective' eyo
roamed about tho room, and finally rest
ed upon a shining object which lay on
tho floor near tho trunk. A ray of light
from tho front window just reached it
and made it glitter. Mr. Barnes looked
at it for some moments mechanically,
stooping presently to pick it up, with
little thought of what ho did. He had
scarcely examined it, however, beforo a
gleam of triumph glistened in his eyo.
He held in his hand a button, which
was cut a cameo, upon which was carved
the profile head of a woman, beneath
which appeared tho name "Juliet"
CHAPTER IV.
DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND.
Mr. Barnes, after discovering the
cameo button, immediately left the
atwrtment. With little loss of time he
reached the Eifth Avenue hotel. He
found Wilson sitting in the lobby and
learned from him that Mr. Mitchel had
nofc yet come down stairs. He made his
subordinate happy by complimenting
him upon his work and exonerating him
from blame because of his having lost
his man for a few hours the day before.
With the button in his pocket Mr.
Barnes found ifc easy to be good natured.
If the truth were known, he was chuc
kling to hiraself.
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