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Canadian Government Agents Lbrb—mma scanm ana—mi twvtrann—; amm now———— CHAPTER XIV.—(Continued). "Mr. Sylvester,” said the coroner, “you consider the fingerprint method of identification a positive one, do you not?” "Absolutely so." “Even with a single finger?” "Perhaps with a single finger there may be some doubt, if there is no oth er evidence. Somebody lias computed that the chance of two prints being ex actly the same is one in 64,000,000." "And where there is other evidence?” “I should say that a single finger was enough." “Suppose you have two fingers?” "Then it is absolutely certain.” “And three fingers?" Sylvester shrugged his shoulders to indicate that proof could go no fur ther. Goldberger took back the photo graphs from the foreman of the Jury and ranged them before him on the table. "Now. Mr. Sylvester,” he said, “did you notice any correspondence between these prints?” "Yes,” answered the witness, in a low voice; “the thumb prints on both robes were made by the same hand.” The audience sat spell bound, star ing, scarce breathing. I dared not glance at Swain. I could not take my eyes from that pale faced man on the witness stand, who knew that with every word he was riveting an awful crime to a living fellow being. "One question mere,” said Goldberg er. "Have you any way of telling by whom these prints were made?” "Yes,” said Sylvester again, and his voice was so low I could scarcely hear it. “They were made by Frederic Swain. The prints he made Just now correspond with them in every de tail!” CHAPTER XV. THE CHAIN TIGHTENS. An instant’s silence followed Sylves ter’s words, and then a little murmur of interest and excitement, as the re porters bent closer above their work. I heard a quick, deep intaking of the breath from the man who sat beside me, and then I was on my feet. “Your honor,’’ X said to Goldberger, ‘‘it seems that an effort is to be made to incriminate Mr. Swain in this affair, and he should therefore be represented by counsel. I myself intend to repre sent him, and I ask for an hour’s adjournment in order to consult with my client.” Goldberger glanced at his watch. "I intended to adjourn for lunch,” he said, "as soon as I had finished with Mr. Sylvester. We will adjourn now, if you wish—until 1:30,” he added. The battery of cameras was clicking at Swain, and two or three artists were making sketches of his head; there was a great bustle as the reporters gath ered up their papers and hurried to their cars to search for the nearest telephone; the jury walked heavily away in charge of an officer to get their lunch at some near by roadhouse; Sylvester was gathering up his prints and photographs and putting: them i carefully in his pocket; Simmehds was replacing the blood stained clothing in i the suit case, to be held as evidence for 1 the trial; but Swain sat there, with arms folded, staring straight before him apparently unconscious of all this. Goldberger looked at him closely, as he came down to speak to me, but Swain did not glance up. "I can parole ham in your custody, 1 I suppose, Mr. Lester?” the corner asked. I "Yes; certainly,” I assented. “Sylvester’s evidence makes it look bad for him." _ , “Will you introduce me to Sylves ter? I should like to go over the prints with him.” „ . , . “Certaintly;’’ and, a moment later, with the prints spread out before us, Sylvester was showing me their points of similarity. „ Godfred came forward while he was talking and stood looking over his Mhnulder. I had heard of ringer prim menu fication, of course, many times, but had made no study of the subject, and I confess the blurred photographs which Sylvester offered for my inspection seemed to me mighty poor evidence upon which to accuse a man of murder. The photographs showed the prints considerably larger than life size, but this enlargement had also exaggerated the threads of the cloth, so that the prints seemed half concealed by a heavy mesh. To the naked eye, the lines were almost indistinguishable, but under Sylvester’s powerful glass thev came out more clearly. “The thumb," said Sylvester, fol lowing the lines first to the right and then to the left with the point of a pencil "is what we call a double whorl. It consists of 14 lines, or ridges. With the micrometer," and he raised the lid of a little leather box which stood on the table, took out an instru ment of polished steel and applied it to one of the photographs, “we get the angle of these ridges. See how 1 adjust it,” and I watched him, as, with a delicate thumbscrew, he made the need’e like points of the finder coincide with the outside lines of the whorl. “Now here is a photograph from the other robe, also showing the thumb,” and he applied the machine carefully to it. “It also is a double whorl of 14 lines, and you see the angles are the same. And here is the print of th6 thumb which your client made for me.” He applied the micrometer and drew back that I might see for myself. "But these photographs are en larged,” I objected. “That makes no difference. En largement doss not alter the angles. Here are the other prints.” He compared tln fn one by one, in the same manner. When he had finished, thebe was no escaping the conviction that they had been made by the same hand—that is, unless one denied Jhe theory of finger print Identification al together, and that, I knew, would be absurd. As he finished his demon stration. Sylvester glanced over my shoulder with a little deprecating smile, as of a man apologising for do ing an unpleasant duty, and I turned to find Swain standing there, his face lined with perplexity. "You heard?” 1 asked. "Yes; and 1 believe Mr. Sylvester is right. I can’t understand it.” "Well,” I said, “suppose we go and have some lunch, and then we c/n talk it over," and thanking Sylvester for his courtesy, I led Swain away. Godfrey fell into step beside Us, and for some moments we walked on in silence. “There is only or.e explanation that 1 can see," said Godfrey, at last. “Swain, you remember, got to the 11 ; brary about a minute ahead of us, and I 1 12 when we reached the door he was lift ing Miss Vaughan to the couch. In that minute, lie must have touched the dead man." Swain shook his head doubtfully. "I don’t see why 1 should have done that,” he said. "It isn’t a question of why you did it,” Godfrey pointed out. "It's a que* tion of whether you did. Go over the scene in your mind, recalling as many details as you can, and then we’ll go over it together, step by step, after lunch." It was a silent meal, and when it was over, Godfrey led the way into his study. "Now," he began, when wo were seated, “where was Miss Vaughan at the moment you sprang through the door?" "She was lying on the floor by the table, in frooit of her father’s chair," Swain replied. "You are sure of that?” "Yes; I didn’t seo her until I ran around the table." ”1 was hoping,” said Godfrey, “that she had fainted with her arms clasped about her father’s neck and that, in freeing them, you made those marks on his robe.” But Swain shook his h,ead. "No,” he said; "I’m positive I didn’t touch him.” "Then how did the marks get there?” "I don’t know,” said Swain helpless ly. “Now, see here, Swain,” said God frey, a little sternly, “there is only one way in which those finger prints could have got on that garment, and that is from your fingers. If you didn’t put them there consciously, you must have done so unconsciusly. If they aren’t explained in some way, the Jury will very probably hold you respon sible for the crime.” “I understand that,” Swain answered thickly; "but how can they bo ex plained? I don’t see why I should put my hands on Mr. Vaughan's throat, even unconsciously. And then there’s the fact that at no time during the evening was I really unconscious—I was only confused and dazed.” “Goldberger’s theory is plain enough,” said Godfrey, turning to me; “and I must say that it’s a good one. He realizes that there wasn’t provo cation enough to cause a man like Swain to commit murder, with all his senses about him; but his presump tion is that the crime was committed while Swain was in a dazed condition and not wholly self-controlled. Such a thing is possible.” "No, it isn’t!” cried Swain, his face livid. "It isn’t possible! I’m not a murderer. 1 remember everything else—do you think I wouldn't remem ber a thing like that!” “I don’t know what to think,” God frey admitted, a straight line between his brows. “Besides, there’s the hand kerchief." “I don’t see any mystery about that,” said Swain. “There’s only one way that could have come there. It dropped from, my wrist when I stooped over Miss Vaughan.” Godfrey looked at me, and I nodded. Swain might as well knew the worst. “That would be an explanatituj, sure enough,” said Godfrey, slowly, "but for one fact—you didn’t have any band age on your wrist when you came back over the wall. Both Lester and I saw your wrist and the cut on it distinctly. Therefore, if you dropped the handker chief there, it must have been before that.” Hhe blood had run from Swain’s cheeks, as though drained by an open artery, and for a msment he sat sil ent, staring a.t the speaker. Then he raised his trembling right hand and looked at it, as though it might bear some mark to tell him whether it were Indeed guilty. “But—but I don’t understand!” he cried thickly. “You—you don’t mean to intimate—you don’t believe—but I wasn’t unconscious, I tell you! I wasn’t near the house until after we heard the screams! I’m sure of it! I’d stake my soul on it!” "Get a grip of yourself, Swain,” said Godfrey, soothingly. “Don't let your self go like that. No, I don’t believe you killed Vaughan, consciously or unconsciously. I said Goldberger’s theory was a good one, and it is; but I don’t believe It. My belief is that the murder was done by the Thug; hut there’s nothing to support it, ex cept the fact that he was on the ground and that a. noose was used. There’s not a bit of direct evidence to connect him with the crime, and there's a lot of direct evidence to connect you with it. It’s up to us to explain it away. Now, think carefully beforo you answer my questions: Have you any recollection, however faint, of having seen Alahbub before this morn «■*>»* Swain sat for quite a minute search ing Ills consciousness. Then, to my great disappointment, he shook his head. "No,” ho said; "I am sure I never saw him before.” “Nor Silva?” "No. nor Silva—except, of course, the time, three or four months ago. when hee gave me Mr. Vaughan’s message.” "Have you a distinct recollection that the library was empty when you sprang into it?” "Yes; very distinct. I remember looking about It, and then running past the table and discovering Miss Vaughan." "You saw her father also?” "Yes; but I merely glanced at him. I realized that he was dead.” “And you also have a distinct recol lection that you did not approach him or touch him?” "I am quite certain of that.” an swered Swa'n, positively. "Then I give it up,” said Godfrey, and lay back In his chair. There was a queer boiling of Ideas in my mind; Ideas difficult to clothe with words, and composed of I know not what farrago of occultism, mysti cism, and Oriental magic; but at last I managed to simmer them down to a timid question: “I know it sounds foolish, but wouldn’t it be possible, Godfrey, to explain all this by hypnosis, or occult influence, or something of that sort?" Godfrey turned and looked at me. “Silva seems to have impressed you.” he said. "He has. But isn’t such an explanation possible?” "I don’t think so. I don’t deny that the Orientals have gone farther along i ertain paths of psychology than we have, but as to their possessing any occult power. It Is. in my opinion, all bosh. As for hypnosis, the best au thorities agree that no man can be hypnotised to .1o a thing which. Id hl» normal condition, would be profoundly repugnant to him. Indeed, few men can be hypnotised against their will. To be hypnotised, you have to yield yourself, of course, the more you yield yourself, the weaker you grow, but that doesn’t apply to Swain. 1 shouldn’t advise you to use that line of argu ment to a jury,” he added, with a smile. "You'd better just leave the whole thing up In the air." "Well,” 1 said, "I’ll make the best light I can. I was hoping Swain could help me; since he can't, we'll have to trust to luck." Godfrey left us to get his story of the morning hearing Into shape, and 1 fell Into a gloomy revery. 1 could see no way out of the maze; either Swain had touched Vaughan’s body, or It had been touched by another man with the same finger markings. I sat suddenly upright, for if there was such a man, he must be one of two • * * “What is it?" Swain asked, looking at me. "A long shot," 1 said. “An exceed ingly long shot-—a three-hundrcd-inll iion to one shot. How many people are there In the world. Swain?” "I'm sure 1 don’t know.” and he stared at mo In bewilderment. "I think It's something like a billion and a half. It that Is tru.e then it’s possible that there are four people In the world, beside yourself, with the thumb and two fingers of the right hand marked exactly as yours are." “We must have a reunion, some day." Swain remarked, with Irony. But I refused to bo diverted. "Allowing for Imperceptible differ ences,” 1 went on, ”1 think It Is safe to assume that there are 10 such peo ple.” "Well,” suid Swain, bitterly, "1 know one thing that It Isn't safe to assume, and that Is that either of those Hindus Is one of those 10. I suppose that Is the assumption you will make next?” "it’s an assumption I Intend to put to tlio proof,' anyway,” I answered, somewhut testily, "arid If It fails. I’m afraid you’ll have to go to Jail till I can dig up some more evidence.” Ho turned toward me quickly, his face working. "See here, Mr. Lester.” ho said, "don’t misunderstand me. I’m awfully grateful for all you’re doing for me; but I don’t mind going to Jail—not on my own account. I’m innocent, atul I'll be able to prove It in time. But Marjorie mustn't be left alone. I'd be ready to face anything if I knew that she was safe. She mustn’t bo left in that house—not a single night. Prom ise me that you'll take her with you as soon as the Inquest’s over!” "I’ll promise that, Swain, gladly,” I said, "provided, of course, the doctor consents.” • t\\T * n-,G V<<m " n ml Svvnln sprang to his feet. "We must explain to him how Important It Is.” "Perhaps I can get him on the phone," 1 said; but the person who answered told me that ho had already started for the Inquest. And, a mo ment later, Airs, llargls tapped at the door of the study and said that the doctor was outside. I told her to show him in at once. "The truth is,” said Hinman, shaking hands with both of us, "I thought I'd drop in to find out If there was any thing I could do. No reasonable per son,” he went on, turning to Swain, "believes you killed that defenseless old man; but those finger prints cer tainly do puzzle me.” “They puzzle me, too,” said Swain: “but I’ll prove my innocence—though it will take time.” “It looks to me,” said the doctor, slowly, “that about the only way you can prove your innocence is to catch the real murderer.” “That’s exactly what we’re going to try to do,” I assented. “And meanwhile Mr. Swain will be in Jail?” asked the doctor. "I’m afraid there’s no help for it," I admitted ruefully. "I was just telling Mr. Lester that I didn't mind that,” said Swain earnestly, "that I could stand anything, if I was only sure that Miss Vaughan was safe. She isn’t safe in that house. Mr. Lester has arranged to place her with the family of his partner, Mr. Royce, where she will be properly taken care of. Is there any reason why she can’t be taken there today?” The doctor considered for a mo ment. "Ordinarily," he said, at last, 'I would advise that she be left where she is for a few days; but, under the circumstances, perhaira she would bet ter be moved. You can get an easy riding carriage—or a car will do, if you drive carefully. The nurses, will, of course, go along. The only thing is, she will probably wish to attend her father’s funeral, which takes place to morrow.” Swain bit his lips nervously. "1 have a horror of her staying in that house another night,” he said; "but I hadn’t thought of the funeral. There is one nurse on duty all the time, isn’t there, doctor?” “Yes.” "All right, then; we'll risk one night more. But you promise me that she shall be taken away immediately after the funeral?”_ (Continued next week.) The Kinq of Urban Trees. Walter Prichard Katon, in the Century. "The elm is essentially a self-sufficient I tree. It does not thrive in groves. It has a standard type of its bwn, and it either attains this type or is lost to view. The elm which comes to maturity Is usually the one which has lodged in a favored spot where there is no competition, such as a river meadow, where the spring freshets have dropped the seed on fertile soil and the roots can get down to water. "We all know the type, the noble trunk of massive girth tapering very gradually upward to the first spring of branches, and then dissolving in those branches as a water Jet might dissolve in many upward and out-curving streams, till the whole is lost in the spray of the foliage. Lika many other trees that grow alone, it de velops an exquisite symmetry; but with the elm this symmetry is not only one of general contour, but of individual limbs. Not only is the silhouette symmetrical, but the skeleton also, branch balancing branch. That is what gives it its remark able fitness to comport with architectural lines, with geometrically designed vistas. It has a formal structure and a consequent dignity which make it the logical shade fjor a village street, a chapel a library, the scholarly procession in cap and gown. Add to that dignity Its arched and airy lightness and its splendid size, and you have the king of urban trees.” Pan-American Rallying Cry. From the Philadelphia Ledger. Secretary Lansing takes as his motto for Pan-Americanism the phrase of the "Three Musketeers." "One for all, all for one." This is a fair motto, but the old slogan of the Knights of Labor Is more expressive. 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