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CHAPTER I.
Poinsettlas.
"A remarkable mun!"
I pointed to a man hurrying around
tho corner Just ahead of uh.
"Voh, Iio'b remarkably well built'.
I noticed lilrn when he ciuno out of
tho Clermont." This was a hotel wo
had just passed.
"Hut It'B not only that. It's his
height, his very striking fonturcs, his
expression " I stopped suddenly,
gripping George's arm convulsively In
ft surprise lie appeared to sharo. Wo
had turned the corner Immediately
behind tho man of whom wo were
speaking and so had him still in full
rlcw,
"What's ho doing?" I asked In a low
whisper.
Tho man ahead of us, prosontlng In
ovory respect tho appearance of a
gontlomnn, had suddenly stooped to
the kerb and was washing his hands
In tho bihjw, furtively, but with a
vigor and purpose which could not
fall to arouse tho strangest conjec
tures In any chance onlooker.
"Pllntxil" escaped my lips, In u sort
of nervous chuckle. Hut Georgo shook
his head at me.
"I don't like It," ho muttered, with
unusual gravity. "Did you seo his
neo7" Then ns tho mun rose mid
hurrlod away from us down tho streot,
"1 should liko to follow him. I do be
llovo "
Hut hdro wo becamo nwnro of n
quick rush and sudden clamor around
the cornor wo had Just loft, and turn
ing quickly, saw that something had
occurred on Hroadwny which was fust
causing u tumult.
"What's tho matter?" I cried. "What
can havo happoned? Ixit's go soo,
Georgo. Perhaps It has something to
do with our mun."
My husband, with a final glunco
down tho street at tho fast disappear
ing llguro, yielded to my importunity,
nnd posBlbly to soino now curiosity of
his own. "I'd Uko to stop that man
first," said ho. "Hut what oxcuso havo
I? Ho may bo nothing but a crank,
with somo crack-brulnod ldeu in his
head. Wo'll soon know; for thoro's
certainly something wrong thoro on
llroudwny,"
"Ho came out of the Clormont," I
nuggoBted,
"1 know. If tho oxcltomont Isn't
thero, what wo'vo Just aeon is simply
a colncldonco."
It was tho last word ho had tlmo
to npoak beforo wo found ourselves
In tho midst of n crowd, of men and
women, Jostling ono another In curi
osity or in tho constomatlon follow
ing a quick alarm. All woro looking
ouo way, nnd, ns this was towards tho
ontxanco of the Clormont, It was ovl
dont enough to us that tho alurin had
Indeed had Its origin In tho vory place
wo had anticipated. I folt my hus
band's arm preBB mo closer to his sldo
na wo worked our Way towards tho
entrance, nnd presently caught a
warning Bound from his Hpb as tho
oaths nnd confused orlos overywhoro
surrounding us woro broken horo and
thoro by nrtlculato words nnd we
heard:
"Is It murder?"
"Tho bonutlful Miss Challonorl"
"A millionairess in her own right!"
"Klllod, thoy say."
, "No, no! suddenly dond; tlmt'B all."
"Georgo, what shall wo do?" I man
ngod to cry Into my husband's oar.
"I'll toll you what I'll do," whU
pored Georgo, who wub as curlouB as
myself. "Wo will try tho rear door
where thoro aro fowor persons. Possi
bly wo can make our wny In there,
and If wo cnu, Slater will toll us nil
wo want to know."
Slntor was tho aBalstant manager of
the Clermont, nnd ono of George's old
est friends.
"Then hurry," Bald I. "I am being
cruBhod horo."
Goorgo did hurry, and in a few mln
ittos wo woro before tho reur entrance
of tho groat hotel. Thoro was a mob
rathorod hero nlso, but It was nolthor
fo largo nor bo rough ns tho ono on
Hroadwny. Yot I doubt If wo Bhould
hnvo boon ablo to work our way
through It If Slator had not, at that
vory Instant, shown himself In tho
doorway, In company with an officer
to whom ho waB giving somo final In
HtructloiiB. "Lot us In, Slator," Ooorgo boggod.
"My wlfo fools a llttlo faint; sho has
liocn knocked nbout so by tho crowd."
1 no soonor Bnw tho way cleared
for our entrance than I tnado good my
JiUBbnnd'a words by fainting away In
earnest.
When I enmo to. It was suddenly
nnd with perfect recognition of my
Hurroundlugs. Tho small reception
room to which I had been taken wns
ono I had ofton vlBlted, and Us fa
miliar features did not hold my at
tention for n moment. What I did
nee nnd welcome was my husband's
fuco bending closo over mo, and to
him I Bpolco flrct. My words nuiBt
liavo sounded oddly to those about,
'Havo thoy told you anything about
U?" I nskod. "Did ho"
A quick prcsBuro on my arm si
louced mo, and then I noticed that we
woro not nlono. Two or threo lndlos
stood ncur, "watching me, and ono had
ovJdently boon UBing some restora
tive, for sho hold a small vlnalgrotto
In her hand. To this lady, ' Georgo
mado haste to lntroduco mo, and from
her I presently lenrncd tho cause of
the disturbance In the hotel.
Edith, the woll 'known daughter of
Moses Challoner, had fallen suddenly
dead on tho Moor of tho mezzanine.
Sho waB not known to have been In
poor health, still less In danger of a
fatal attack, and tho shock waB conse
quently great to her friends, several
of whom woro In the building.
"Wns bIio alone when sho fell?" I
asked.
"Virtually alono. Somo persons sat
on tho othor sldo of tho room, reading
at tho big round table. They did not
oven hoar hor fall. Thoy Bay that tho
bund waB playing unusually loud In
the mtiBlclans' gallery."
"Are you feeling quite well, now?"
"Quito myself," I gratefully replied
ns I rose slowly from tho sofa.
In the hall we encountered Mr.
Sinter, whom I havo beforo mentioned.
He wns trying to maintain order whilo
himself In a stato of great agination.
Seeing us, ho could not refrain from
whispering a few words Into my hus
band's ear.
"Tho doctor bus Just gone up her
doctor, I moan. He's simply dumb
foundod. Says that she wao tho
healthiest womnn In Now York yester
day, I think don't mention It, that
ho Buspects something quito differ
ent from heart failure."
"What do you menu?" asked Georgo,
following tho assistant muuuger down
the broad night of stops leading to
the olllco. Then, aa I pressed up closo
to Mr. Slntor's other Bide, "Sho was
by horself, wasn't sho, In tho half
Hoar above?"
"Yes, and hnd boen writing a lot
lor. Sho fell with It still In her hand."
"Have thoy carried her to her
room?" I eagorly inquired, glancing
fearfully up at the largo semicircular
openings overlooking us from tho
place whero sho had fallen.
"Not yet. Mr. Hammond Insists
upoh waiting for the coroner." (Mr.
Hammond was tho proprietor of tho
hotel.) "Sho Is lying on ono of tho
big couches near which she foil. If
you like, I can glvo you a gllmpso of
her. Sho looks bonutlful. It's terri
ble to think that sho Is dead."
"I 'don't know why wo consented.
Wo woro under a Bpoll, I think. At
nil events, we accepted his offer and
followed him up n narrow staircase
open to vory fow thut night. At tho
top, ho turned upon us with a warning
gesture which I hardly think wo need
ed, nnd led us down n nnrrow hall
flnnked by openings corresponding to
thoae wo had notod from below. At
tho furthest ono ho pausod and,
beckoning us to his sldo, pointed
acrosB tho lobby Into tho largo writing-room
which occupied tho bettor
part of the mozzunlno floor.
We saw people Btandlng In vari
ous attitudes of grief and dlBinuy
nbout a couch, one end of which only
wns visible to us at tho moment.
The doctor had Just Joined them, and.
overy head wasj turned , towards him
and ovory body bent forward In
8he Fell With tho Utter Still In Her
Hand, ..
anxious expectation. I romombor tho
taco of ono gruy hntrod old man. I
ahull never forget It. Ho was- prob
ubly hor father. Later, 1 knew him
to bo bo, Miss Chullouer wns stretch
ed out upon tho couch. Sho wns
droBscd ns uho came from dinner, In
n gown of tvory-tlntod satin, re-.
Hoved at tho breast by n largo bou
quet of scarlet poluBottlus. The doc
tor was pointing nt those poinsettlas
In horror nnd with nwful moaning,
and though wo could not hear his
words, wo know nlmost Instinct Ivoly,
both from his attitude nnd tho crlos
which burst from tho lips of those
about htm, that something moro than
broken petals nnd disordered lenvos
hnd mot his oyos; that blood waB
thoro slowly oozing drops from the
heart which for somo reuson had
OHcnped all oyeB till now.
MIsb Challoner- was dead, not from
unsuspected disease, but from tho
violent uttnek of somo murderous
weapon. As tho realization of this
bt ought fresh panic and bowed tho
old father's head with emotions oven
moro bitter than those of grlof, I
turned a quostlonlng look up nt
Georgo'a fnco.
It was fixed with n purpose I had
no trouble in understanding.
CHAPTER II.
"I Know the Mam"
Yet ho made no effort to dotain
Mr. Slator, when that gentleman, un
der this renewed excitement, has
tily left us.
"1 want to feel sure of myself," ho
explained. "Can you bear tho strain
of waiting around a little longer,
Laura?"
"Yes, I can bear It. Don't you think
the man wo Baw had something to do
with this? Don't you believe"
"Hush! What are thoy saying over
thoro? Can you hear?"
"No. And I cannot boar to look.
Yet I don't want to go away. It's all
so dreadful."
"It's devilish. Such a beautiful
girl! Laura, I must leave you for a
moment. Do you mind?"
"No, no; yot "
I did mind; but hu was gono be
fore I could take buck my word.
Alone, I felt tho tragedy much moro
than when ho was with mo. I drew
buck against tho wall and hid my
eyes, waiting feverishly for Georgo'B
return.
He came, when ho did come, in
Bomo hnsto and with certain marks
of Increased agitation.
"Laura," said he, "Slater says that
wo may, possibly bo wanted and pro
poses that wo stay hero all night. I
havo telephoned and mado It all right
nt homo. Will you come to your
room? This Is no place for you."
Nothing could havo pleased mo bet
ter. Hut I could not go without cash
ing another glance nt tho tragic sceno
I wns leaving. A stir wns porcoptlblo
there, nnd I was Just In tlmo to soo
Its cause. A tall, angular gentleman
was approaching from tho direction
of the musicians' gnllery, and from
the manner of nil presont, as well as
from the whispered comment of my
husband, I recognized In him tho spo
cial official for whom nil had been
wnltlng.
"Aro you going to tell him?" was
my question to Georgo as wo mado
our way down to the lobby.
"That depends. First, I am going
to see you settled In a room qulto
remote from this business."
'I shall not llko thnt."
"I know, my dear, bur It Is best."
I could not gainsay this.
Nevertheless, after tho first fow
minutes of relief, I found It very
lonosomo upstairs.
I was still struggling with this feel
ing when the door opened, nnd George
enmo In. Thoro wns news In his fnco
as I rushed to moot him.
"Tell mo tell," I begged.
He tried to smile at my eagerness,
but tho attempt "was ghastly.
"1'vo boen listening nnd looking,"
Bnld ho, "nnd UiIb Is all I havo lenrn
ud. Miss Chnllonor died, not from
n Btroko or from disease of any kind,
but from a wound reaching tho heart.
No ono saw tho nttnek, or oven tho
nppronch or doparture of tho person
inflicting this wound. If sho wns killed
by u pistol-shot, It wns at n dlstnnco,
nnd nlmost over tho heads of tho por
eons sitting nt tho tnblo wo saw
there. Hut the doctors shake their
hondB nt tho word plstol-Bhot, though
they rofuso to explain thomBolves or
to xproBB any opinion till tho wound
hns boon probed. This they are going
to do nt onco, and when thut question
1b decided, I may feel It my duty to
apeak and may usk you to support my
Btory."
"Wo can novor mnko thorn under
otnnd how ho looked."
"No. I don't oxpoct to."
"Or his mnnnor ns he lied."
"Nor thnt elthor."
"Wo can only descrlbo what we saw
him do."
"That'B all."
"Oh, what an advonturo for quiet
people llko us! Georgo, I don't be
lieve ho shot her."
"Ho must have."
"Hut thoy would havo booh havo
hoard tho peoplo around, I monn."
"So thoy sny; hut I hnvo n theory
but no matter about that now. I'm
going down again to boo how things
have progressed. I'll bo back for you
Inter. Only bo rendy."
In a half hour or an hour I r.ovcr
know which Goorgo reappeared, only
to tell mo that no conclusions hnd as
yet boon reached; nn elomont of great
mystery Involved tho whole nffnlr, und
the most nstlito detectives on tho
forco hud been sent for. Her fnthor,
who had been hor constant compan
ion all winter, hnd not tho least sug.
gcctlon to offer In wny of Its solu
tion, To no living bolng, mnn or
woman, could ho point us possessing
any motive for such n deed. Sho hnd
been tho victim of somo mistake, his
lovely and over kindly disposed
daughter, nnd while tho loss wns lrre
parnblo he would never mnko It unen
durable by thinking otherwise.
Such was the fathor's way of look
lng nt tho mutter, and I own thnt It
mado our duty a trlflo hard. Hut
Georgo'n mind, when onco mado up,
was persistent to the point of ob
stinacy, and while he wns yot talk
ing he led me out of tho room and
down tho hall to 'tho elovator.
"Air. Slator knows wo havo some
thing to say, and will manage tho
interview before us In tho very best
manner," ho confided to mo now with
an encouraging nlr. "Wo aro to go
to tho blue reception room on tho
parlor floor."
Air. Slator was there according to
his promise, and aftor Introducing' us,
briefly stated that wo had somo evi
dence to glvo regarding tho terrible
occurronco which had Just taken placo
In tho house.
George bowed, and the chief
spokesman I am sure ho was a police-officer
of some kind asked him
to tell what It was.
Then my husband spoko up, and re
lated our little experience. If It did
not create a sensation, It was be
cause these men woro woll accus
tomed to surprises of all kinds.
"Wushed his. hands a gentleman
out thoro In tho snow just nftor the
ulurm wub raised hero?" repeated ono.
"And you saw him come out of this
house?" another put In.
"Yes, sir; wo noticed him particu
larly." "Can you descrlbo him?"
It was Air. Salter who put this ques
tion; ho had less control ovor hlm
solf, and considerable eagerness
could bo heard In his volco.
"Ho wns a very fine-looking man;
unusually tall and unusually strik
ing both In his dress and appearance.
What I could see of his face was baro
of beard, and very expressive'. Ho
walked with the swing of an nthloto,
nnd only looked menn nnd small
when ho was stooping and dabbling
in tho snow.''
"His clothes. Describe his clothes."
There was an odd sound in Air.
Slater's voice.
"Ho woro a silk hat and there was
fur on his overcoat. I think tho fur
was black."
Air. Slater stepped back, then mov
ed forward again with a determined
air.
"I know the man," said he.
CHAPTER III.
The Man.
"You know tho man?"
"I do; or rather, I know a man who
answors to this description. He comes
hero onco In a while.
"Hls name."
"Rrotherson. A very uncommon per
son In many respects; qulto capable
of such an eccontrlclty, but Incapable,
I should say, of crlmo. He's a gifted
talker and so woll road that ho can
hold ono's attontion for hours. Of
his ta8tos, I can only say that they
appear to be mainly scientific. But
he Is not averse to society, nnd Is
always very well dressed."
Meanwhile, Georgo had advanced to
speak to a man who had bockoned
to him from the other sldo of tho
room, and with whom in unother
moment I saw him stop out. Thus
deserted, I sank Into a chair near ono
of tho windows.
Whero was he? Tho man who hnd
carried him off was tho youngest In
the group. What hnd bo wanted of
Georgo? Those who remained Bhowed
no Interest In the matter. Thoy had
enough to say among themselves. Hut
I was interested naturally so, and,
In my uneasiness, glanced restlessly
from tho window, the shade of which
was up. Tho outlook was a very
peaceful ono. This room faced a sldo
Btreot, and, ns my eyes fell upon the
whitened pavements, I received an
answer to one, and that the most
oVialous, of my queries. This wns tho
Btreet Into which wo had turnod, in
tho wake of tho handsome stranger
thoy woro trying nt this very moment
to Identify with Drotherson. George
hnd evidently boon nskod to point out
tho exact spot whore tho man hnd
stopped, for I could see from my
vantage point two figures bending
near tho curb, nnd even pawing at
tho snow which lay there. It gavo
mo a alight turn whon ono of them
I do not think It was George began
to rub his hands togetlier in much
tho wny tho unknown gentlemnn had
dono, and, In my oxcltomont, 1 prob
ably uttered some sort of an ojncula
tton, for I wns suddenly conscious of
a silence In tho room, nnd when I
turned saw all tho men nbout mo
looking my wny.
"Thoy aro imitating tho man," I
cried; "my husband and and tho
parson ho went out with. It looked
dreadful to me; that Is all."
Meanwhile, Air. Slator had ex
changed somo words with tho two of
ficials, and now nppronchod mo with
an expression of oxtromo consider
ation. They wero nbout to excuse me
from further participation In this lu
formal Inquiry. This 1 saw before ho
Bpoke. Of courso they were right. Hut
1 should greatly hnve preferred to
stay whero I wns till Georgo came
back.
I wnB greatly Interested, .of courso,
and had plenty to think of till I saw
George again and learned tho result
of the latest Investigations.
AIIss Challoner had boon shot, not
stubbed. No other deduction was pos
sible from such facts ns wero now
known, though tho physiclnns hnd not
yet hnnded In their report, or even
Intimated whut that report would be.
No ossallnnt could havo approached
or left her, without attracting the no
tice of somo one, If not all of tho
persona seated at a table In tho samo
room. She could only havo been
reached by a bullet sent from a point
near tho head of a small winding
Btalrcaao connecting tho mezzanine
floor with n coat-room adjacent to the
front door. This has already boon In
sisted on, as you will remember, and
if you will glanco nt tho dlngram
which George hastily scrawled for
me, you will see why.
A. 13., ns well ns C. D nre hnlf
circular openings Into tho office lobby.
K. F. are windows giving upon Broad
way, and G. nnd party wall, necessari
ly unbroken by window, door or any
other opening. It follows then that
the only possible means of approach
to this, room lies through tho archway
H., or from the elevator door. But
tho elevator mado no stop at tho mez
zanine on or near tho time of tho at
tack upon Miss Challoner; nor did any
ono leave tho table or pass by It In
either direction till aftor tho alarm
given by her fall.
Rut a bullet calls for no approach.
A man nt X. might raise and fire his
pistol without attracting any attention
to hlniBolf. Tho music, which all
acknowledge was at Its full climax at
this momont, would drown the noise
of the explosion, and the stair case,
out of view of all but tho victim, af
ford the samo means of Immediate es
cape, which It must havo given of
secret nnd unseen approach. Tho coat
room Into which it descended com
municated with tho lobby very near
tho main entrance, and If Mr. Brother
son were the man, his sudden appear
ance there would thus bo accounted
for.
It began to look bad for this man, If
Indeed he wero the one we had seen
under the street-lamp; and, as George
and I reviewed tho situation, wo felt
our position to be serious enough for
us severally to set down our Impres
sions of this man beforo we lost our
first vivid Idea. I do not know what
George wrote, for ho sealed his words
up as soon as ho had finished writing,
but this is what I put on paper whilo
my memory was still fresh and my ex
citement unnbated:
"He had tho look of a man of powor
ful Intellect and determined will, who
shudders while he triumphs; who
outwardly washes his hands of a deed
over which he Inwardly gloats. This
was when he llrst roso from the
snow. Afterwards ho had n moment
of fear; plain, human, everyday fear.
But this was evanescent. Bofore he
hnd turned to go, ho showed tho self-
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possession of ono who feels himself
so secure, or M so well-satlsflcd with
himself, that he Is no longor con
scious of othor emotions."
"Poor fellow," 1 commented aloud,
as I folded up these words; "he
reckoned without you, George. By
tomorrow ho will be In the hands of
the pollco."
And with this sentence ringing In
my mind, I lay down and endeavored
to sleep. But It was not till very
lato thnt rest came.
At last I slept, but It waB only to
rouso again with the same quick real
ization of my surroundings), which I
had oxporlonced on my recovery from
my fainting fit of hours before. Some
one had stopped at our door bofore
hurrying by down tho hall. Who was
that someonu? I roso on my elbow,
nnd endonvorod to poor through tho
durk. Of courso, I could see nothing,
But when I woko a second tlmo, thoro
. l
wus enough light in the room, early
us It undoubtedly was, for mo to de
tect a letter lying on the carpet just
Inside the door.
Instantly I wns on my feet. Catch
lng the letter up, I curried It to tho
window. Our two names wero on It
Air. and Airs. Geprgo Anderson: tho
writing, Air. Slntor's.
I glunced over at George. He waB
sleeping peacefully. It was too early
to wako him, but I could not lay
that letter down unread; was not my
name on It? Tearing It open, I de
voured Its contents, tho exclamation
I mado on reading It, waking Georgo.
Tho writing was In Air. Slater's
hand, and the words wero:
"I must request, at tho Instance of
Coroner Heath and such of the pollco
as listened to your adventure, that
you make no further mention of
what you saw in the street under our
windows last night. Tho doctors find
no bullet In the wound. This clears
Air. Brothorson."
CHAPTER IV.
Sweet Little Miss Clarke.
When we took our seats at tho
breakfast-table, It was with the feel
ing of being no longor looked upon
as connected In any way with this
caee. Yet our interest in it was, If
anything, increased, and whon I saw
George casting furtive glances at a
certain table behind mo, I leaned over
and asked him tho reason, bolng sure
that tho peoplo whose fnces I saw
reflected In the mirror directly before
us had something to do with tho
great mutter then engrossing us.
His answer conveyed tho somewhat
exciting Information that tho four
persons sented In my rear wero the
samo four who had been reading nt
the round able In the mezzanine at
tho time of AIls's Challonor's death.
Instantly they absorbed all my at
tentlon, though I dared not glvp-them
a direct look, and continued to ob
Bervo them only In tho glass.
"Is It one family?" I asked.
"Yes, and a very respectablo one.
Transients, of course, but very well
known In Denver. Tho lady Is not
the mother of the boys, but their
aunt. The boys belong to tho gen
tleman, who Is a widower."
"Their word ought to be good."
George nodded.
"The boys look wlde-awako enough
If tho father does not. As for the
aunt, she Is sweetness Itself. Do
they still Insist that AIIss Challoner'
was tho only person In tho room
with them at this time?"
"They did last night. I don't know
how they will meet this statement of
tho doctor's."
"Georgo?"
Ho leaned nearer.
"Havo you ever thought that sho
might have been a suicide? That she
stabbed herself?"
"No, for In that case a weapon
would havo been found."
"And are you suro that none was?"
"Positive. Such a fact could not
havo been kept quiet. If a weapon
hud been picked up thero would bo
no mystery, nnd no necessity for
further police investigation."
"And the detectives aro still here?"
"I Just saw one."
"George?"
Again his head came nearer.
"Havo they searched the lobby? I
bollevo sho had a weapon."
"Laura!"
"I know It sounds foolish, but tho
alternative Is so improbable. A fam.
lly like that cannot be leagued to
gether In a conspiracy to hide tho
truth concerning a matter so sorioua
To bo sure, they may all bo short
sighted, or so little given to observa
tion that they didn't seo what passed
before their eyeB. Tho boys look wide
nwako enough, but who can tell? I
would Booncr believe thnt "
I stopped' short so suddenly thnt
George looked sturtled. Aly nttentlon
hnd been caught by something now
I saw In tho mirror upon which my
attention was fixed. A man waB look
ing: In from the corridor behind, nt
the four persona wo wero just dis
cussing. He wns watching them In
tently, and I thought I knew his
face.
(TO HE CONTINUED.)
Walked Out With It.
There camo Into the ofuco of a
wostern Iavyor a man who was ox
cited because his wife had left him,
and he fenred she would run him Into
debt nil over the country.
"In thnt caso," snld the lawyer,
"you had better post hor."
His client, not knowing what post
ing meant, said ho did not know where
sho had gone, nnd besides, sho waa
fully as strong as ho, and ho did not
bolleve ho was able to post hor. Tho
attorney explained that ho meant put
ting a notice In tho newspapers say
ing: "Whereas, my wife Helen has
left 'my bed and board without any
Just"
"But that ain't truo." Interrupted
tho client. "Sho didn't loavo my bed.
Sho took It with her." Sunday Mag-azlno