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THE ROCK ISLAND ARGUS. FRIDAY, DECEMBER 29, 1911.
The Broken Heel
AN ADVENTURE OF PETER CREWE "THE MAN
WITH THE CAMERA EYES"
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One cf the lat cases which Peter
Crewe solved Curing our residence In
England was that which I hare called
"The Broken Heel." The murder was
not cunningly planned, but the crim
inal almost escaped detection through
the stupidity of the local police, who
framed a theory which exactly fitted
In with bis desires; and, having !
formed It, with characteristic obstin
acy they stuck to It until It became
untenable by reason of the confession
of the murderer himself.
Elr George Taunton had been a
client of mine, baring extenslre Inter
at In America, and It was partly to
ad rise with him concerning these that
I bad Joined Crewe In London. The
news of Sir George's death shocked
me greatly, for only the week prevt
ously we had lunched together at his
London club when he appeared to be
the picture of health and destined for
a ripe old sge. When, therefore, I
read of his murder In the newspapers.
1 immediately telephoned Crewe and
met him at the railway station, from
which we rode down to Little Whlt
Sir George Taunton had been a re
tired Egyptian official. For nearly
twenty years he had given up brain
and body to the good government of
England's protectorate; and, with
characteristic Ingratitude, the Egyp
tian agitators had selected him as the
butt of their ridicule and vituperation.
Eren when he retired to his country
state, to end his days In seclusion,
among his neighbors, bis work in sup
pressing the mutiny at Awarba had
not been forgotten. At the height of
the recent agitation threats of mur
der, which had ben made in the na
tive press, had penetrated to TJttle
Whittle field. For some reason Sir
George was more hated in seclusion
than be had erer been In the activi
ties of his official career, and his
death was looked upon as the one
thing necessary to gratify the longing
for English blood which seemed to
poaeees a portion of the native press.
The Taunton estate was situated in
a lonely and remote part of the west
country. The highroad led past it
from the nearest town, Quantock, 11
miles away. On the other side of the
Queen Anne mansion was a deep lake,
about a mile In width, and covered
with snow, beneath which lay, at this
time, a good six Inches of ice for
the winter had been exceptionally
vera. Where the high road was
fronted by the greet gates stood the
lodge of Evans, the porter, a man who
had been for some years in Sir
George's service and, although ad
dicted to liquor, waa considered trust
worthy. It was Frans, together with
Fisher, the local police chief, who met
us at the station and told us the facts
concerning the tragedy.
On the morning of the previous dsy
bis serrants had found Sir George ly
ing dead in his bed. a knife in his
heart. Upon his breast was a clip
ping from a newspaper, detailing
briefly the threats that had been made
against the ex-official by a member of
th Egyptian revolutionists. Further
more, a stranger, a South European
as had at first been thought, but, in
the light of later facts obviously an
Egyptian, had been seen during the
preceding week in Quantock. although
he had subsequently disappeared.
There was so doubt, said Fisher, that
this man was an agent of the revolu
tionists, and that, having scaled the
park wall, be had entered Sir George's
bedchamber and murdered him, after
ward looting the bouse and escaping.
No trace of him had yet been found.
"Then robbery was his object?"
-We think It was an afterthought."
said Fisher. "Or perhaps he msy have
decided to add robbery to the other
crime after entering the estate. He
removed all the silverware, a quantity
of the late Lady Taunton's Jewels,
which Sir George kept la a safe,
"How did he know that they were
In the safe?" asked Crewe, turning
hi gase full upon Evans.
The porter flushed. "The safe was
In the bedroom." he said, defiantly. "It
was easy to suspect there were Jewels
"And the peculiar thing." said Fish
er, "is that he took the things away
Ja a wheelbarrow."
"A wheelbarrow?" said Crewe,
musing. "WeU. we must examine the
"That wont do you any good, gen
tlemen." said Fisher. "The man is
dead, and hi barrow is with his
"Dead?" queried Crewe.
"No doubt about it, though we're
bound to make Investigations on the
off chance. Come with me, gentle
men, and HI show you Just how he
entered and how he died."
Fisher led us to the side entrance.
All around the house were the tracks
of the barrow a single line, cut by
the front wheel In the snow.
"Has it snowed sinco the murder?"
"Not a particle."
Teen," said Crewe, emphatically,
"if these are wheelbarrow tracks,
where ere his boot prints?"
v.. - ---., for a otig time.
Coltaa State u4 Gnu Britain
slr, said Fisher. "Finally we decided
that he must hare eat In the harrow
and let it slide down this Incline. Ton
see the ground slopes considerable"!"
"Then there would be marks of the
barrow legs. How could he slide In
It and hold It np at the same time?"
"He must hare balanced himself be-
fore be started," FlsheT replied. "And
you see, Mr. Crewe, erery few, yarns
the tracks cease and begin again a
yard or more on one side. That's
where the legs fell down and he cov
ered up the tracks with snow. There
was slight thaw yesterday, and that
hid the traces of his work."
Crewe grunted but said nothing.
Fisher led us round the house. The
track of the wheel ran down to the
froten surface of the pond and thence
acroes the ice In a series of curves in
terrupted erery few yards and re
commencing a little distance away.
In the middle of the pond I saw a
gap of black water. The wheel tracks
ceased here; there were Imprints of
feet, but confused and irregular; then
across the wster, the barrow tracks
began again and led to the opposite
One thing I noticed.' Across the
water there was nothing but the single
wheel track; but on the side nearer
the mansion there were soft, shape
less holes in the snow at intervals of
a yard of more on either side of the
"That's where the barrow legs went
down." said Fisher, when Crewe point
ed these out to him.
"Now, gentlemen, this is the theory
of the police," said Fisher. "The mur
derer scaled the wall of the estate
which runs back of the other shore
of the pond and got into the pheasant
woods, in which his barrow had been
concealed. He wheeled it over the
ice toward the mansion, with the idea
of utilizing it for carrying away the
plunder, probably to some vehicle
which be had In waiting at a safe dis
tance. He wheeled the barrow up to
the house, entered, committed the
crime, and started out with the
plunder, dumped into the barrow.
But the ice, vhich had borne the bar
row when it was empty, would not
support its weight when it was full.
In the middle of the pond It broke.
and he was drowned."
Fisher looked round at us triumph
antly, as one who has solved the
se-tsTeatest of all mysteries
How deep is the pood where the
lco is broken?" I asked.
"Fifty feet," taid Evans. "Some say
"Have you grappled for the plunder,
to make sure it is there?" I asked
"Evans let down a Use," he said,
"but l;e couldn't fled anything. The
current Is too swift; it would carry
everything beneath the lee. We shell
have to watt till spring-."
I Meanwhile Crewe, apparently rot
I noticing Fhber's explanations, was
I searching among; the footprints round
j the hole. Presently he stooped down
j and picked up a small wet object
j which was floating on the surface of
I the water. It was the heel of a man's
j boot, but so abraded and wa'er-eoafced
! that It could not have been fitted with
certainty to any shoe.
"Gentlemen," said Crewe, raising j
himself, "the search is at an end.
You see that hole la the bank beside
the lake?" he continued, pointing to
the entrance of a some-time fox war
ren, which appeared at the base of a
knoll of candy earth upon the opposite
shore.. "You will find everything
there, I think."
"Impossible!" cried Fisher, staring
at him. I stared, too. Miraculous as
had appeared to be some of Crewe's
deductions, it Beemed incredible that
he could have solved this problem in
so striking a fashion.
- "If you're afraid that your fine
theory will be shattered, of course you
need not go there," said Crewe, sneer
ing at Fisher. And this attitude was
so unusual a one with Crewe that I
looked st him in greater astonishment
"Well, sir," said the porter Fran,
who had been regarding Crewe atten
tively, "if the gentleman says the
stuffs there and Is so positive about
it, at least there won't be no harm
"Right you are." cried Fisher. "Ill
bet you fire shillings, Mr. Crewe, that
it's not there."
'1 nerer bet upon a certainty," re
plied Crewe, superciliously.
- "Then let's go there at once and
see!" cried Fisher, stung by the
"What'd be the sense in bis hiding
the stuff down there?" asked the
"Suppose you crawl in and bring it
out for us, my man," said Crewe, turn
ing upon him.
"That I will, sir, for sure," said Ev
ans briskly. Accordingly w started
off toward the bank and, arriving
there Evans went down upon his
hands and knees and thruet his head
and arms into the hole, while Crewe
stood immediately over him.
Presently Evans came out. very
dirty, but manifestly triumphant.
"It's a blind hole," he said, shaking
the loose sand from his sleeve.
Ther ain't no silver there, sir.
Would you like to try for yourself?"
he continued, sneeringly. ' ' '
"Tes, suppose you bring us out the
silver. Mr. Crewe." said Fisher pat
ronizingly. "It's a certainty, yon re
member." But Crewe only stood by. hanging
his head, apparently dejected and hu
miliated. "No, I mast hare made a mistake,'
"People generally do who Jump to
such rspid conclusions, said the po
liceman. "I don't think, sir. that any
American amateurs can improve upon
the methods of the English police.
We're slow, but sure a phrase you
may hare heard in your own country.
sir," he concluded, the picture of easy
"Wen," said Crewe, "I oppose
youll giro me one more chance? I
should like to meet you gentlemen at
the porter's gate this time to-morrow.
All I ask Is a little time to think of
some new theory."
"All the time you want, Mr. Crewe,"",
said ' Fisher. And be started away
with the porter, leaving Crewe and
myself together. As they went I
could see their backs Hearing with
Crewe ras baulinc? samdbmg oul of tiehoh.
their laughter. Evidently they were
enjoying Crewe's discomfiture.
"Did you really think the silver waa
hidden in that hole?" I asked of
Crewe, as we walked back toward the
mansion where the housekeeper had
fitted up a room for us.
"No," he replied, laughing. "I
wanted nn opportunity to inspect the
soles cf Evans' boots.'
"To see if the heel fitted?" I cried.
"Not altogether. I was looking for
the marks of what I hope to fish out
of the hole tonight Yet, as I sus
pected, he has had his boots heeled re
cently probably did it himself, eo
there is nothing to be learned in that
"What is in the hole?"
"The real wheelbarrow," Crewe an
swered with a laugh. "Will you be
ready to come on a fishing trip with
me when the moon gets up?"
"Of course," I answered.
"I have secured a length of cord,"
said Crewe. "Thirty feet will be am
ple. Evans was lying about the
depth of the lake; one can see that
from the configuration of the sur
rounding ground. And I have a grap
pling iron, or rather the hook of a
letter file which I took the liberty of
securing from inside the window of
Sir George's library while we were
perambulating round the house. With
these I think we shall discover what
"Crewe," I hazarded, "suppose you
admit a variation upon your usual
"In what way?"
"Heretofore you have told me what
your clew was after the detection of
the murder. Suppose this time you
tell me tn advance, so as to afford me
the pleasure of working with you."
"Well," eata Crewe, smiling, "I wfiL
The murderer is Evans, the porter,
who, while Intoxicated, entered his
master's house upon a mission of rob
bery. He bad unlocked the safe,
whose number he hsd secured, when
he turned to find Sir George wide
wake and looking at him. He stabbed
blm to the heart with the bradawl
which he held in his hand."
"How do you know it was a brad-awir
"Because a bradawl was used . In
heeling his shoes, as I discovered
when he was kneeling in front of that
hole in the bank. To continue, after
having perpetrated the murder he was
filled with consternation. Hastily
slinging his booty which was In a
"There was no barrow?"
Crewe shook his head.
"Over his back, he hurried away
and concealed it where, it is useless
to inquire. We might search the es
tate for days without discovering this
and, after all, it is Irrelevant to our
purpose. Then, and then only, he re
membered that he had read in his
Sunday newspaper of the threats
made against his master's life. That
seemed to offer salvation. He stole
back to the house and placed upon
the dead man's ' breast the clipping
from the newspaper, detailing these
threats. Then he rushed off to Fish
er and concocted some story
and the Imagination of the townspeo
ple furnished the dark stranger who
had been lurking In the neighborhood.
a lay figure whv frequently appears
after a mysterious murder."
"How do you know all this?"
1 sensed it first," said Crewe.
"Then I soon built up my criminal by
the heel. To begin with, it was,
though wuter-soaked. unusually small
for a man's heel that is, considering
the poor quality of the leather, which
indicated that the ehoe belonged to a
poor that is to say, a laboring man.
"A small heel means a small 'and
rather narrow Ehoe. A ehoe of that
description mean3 a light, but not
necessarily thort man. The foot, of
course, develops strictly in accord
ance with the body's need of sup
port "I knew that the owner was not
short, because of the space between
the foot tracks, indicating length of
limb. Consequently the owner of the
heel was tall and slight There are
only three types of men in the world,
Langton; the tall and slight the
short and slight, and the heavy man
whether tall or not is immaterial. Now
our friend Erans exactly answered
the description which the heel af
"But you could never convict a man
upon such theorizing."
"No, of course, I merely used the
theory as a groundwork, from which
to build up facts. I got those when
he was kneeling in frcnt of the hole."
"What were they?"
But Crewe became suddenly tactl
turn. "Wait till we bring home the
catch tonight," be answered. "Lang
ton, I smell supper, and this country
sir has made me uncommonly hun
gry" The hours after-supper seemed to
spin out Interminably. We smoked
our pipes in the library until mid
night, when a yellow arc on the east
ern horizon Indicated the rising of the
moon. When it had mounted high
enough to flood the country with its
silvery light Crewe and I set out si
lently from the house toward the lake,
he carrying the file hook, I the length
of cord. We crossed the ice and, har
Ing reached the bote, which was al
ready covered with a new coating,
tied the hook to the cord, weighted it
with a paper-weight which Crewe
took from his pocket, and let It de
scend. As Crewe had foretold, the 80
feet proved ample. We felt the weight
strike the bottom when the cord was
three-quarters out, and then 'ensued
one of the most wearying explorations
that I have ever known. , .
"Patience, always patience, ' Lang
ton," said Crewe to me.- "The chances
are, roughly, about 60 to 1 against our
striking what we went at each cast of
the line. And then," he added, as if
in an afterthought, "it may not ; be
there. But it must be; there was no
where else to throw it."
That some object besides stones lay
at the bottom of the poid was evi
dent, for we felt t hook and the
weight repeatedly s""ke against it;
but erery time the cord eaine up with
nothing but the empty h xk coated
with slime. Again and again we grap
pled, but in vain. Once wj brought
the object of our search a yard or
more from the bottom, but it Tell
"Take a stroll and smoke, Lang
ton," said Crewe, finally. "This Is one
of the disagreeable tasks of a detect
ive's life. We have six hours yet un
He took the cord from my numbed
fingers and fished, patient and persist
ent. I smoked one pipe two lit the
third and thrust the stem into my
tobacco-burned mouth. Suddenly I
perceived that Crew was hauling
something out of the bole. He brought
it to the level of the ice orer. Then
it dropped from the hook and fell clat
tering upon the frozen surface with a
metallic clang. I hurried toward the
spot in time to see Crewe lift it in
his hand with a low shout of Joy.
It was a rusty skate!
"And is that all?" I asked. "Hare
we been fishing for that thing since
"All?" Crewe repeated. "Don't you
know why I wanted it?"
"There were marks of the clamp on
the heel I found."
"Cut you can't convict Eranri "
"And marks cf the skate clamps on
Evans's soles yesterday. But not on
"You mean that Erans was wearing
skates when he crossed the pond?" .
"I mean," said Crewe, rising, "that
the so-called wheelbarrow tracks
were r.othicg but the tracks left by
the skate-blades in the soft snow.
That is why there were no foot
prints round the house, and not Fish
er's sbsurd reason."
"But there was only a single line."
"Exactly. Did yo;i ever hear of a
skater going with both feet down?
Were there not gaps in the lines?
That was where Evans shifted from
one foot to the other. .
"As I was saying this evening, Lang
ton, I knew from the space between
the lines that the wearer of the skates
was ta'.L He came on skates because
he knew what deadly witnesses boot
print are, although he had not sense
enough to think of the wheelbarrow
theory until Fisher so kindly obliged
him. The marks across the ice were
mad the following night"
"The following night?" I re-echoed.
"Precisely. When Fisher gave him
his clue Evans was not slow to take
it. He skated to the opposite shore;
then turned again. But in the middle
of the pond he lost his skate. Lang
ton," said Crewe, turning to me, "did
you not think of skates when you saw
the floating heel? Is there anything
but a skate that will pull a heel from
a boot?. " ,
"His heel came off. Thereupon he
FAIL 'OF" RESULTS!
broke a bole in the ice and flung the
skate into the water."
"Why not both?"
"He needed one skate on which to
return. He might hare carried the
useless skate, but you must remem
ber that his brain was in a whirl, and
bis guiding, Impulse, from first to
last, was to get rid of evidence. So
he returned on one skate, putting his
foot down ffom time to. time to pre
vent fall or rather the toe of his
boot. That formed the blunt holes
in the snow which Fisher ascribed to
the legs of the wheeroarrow." :
"Poor evidence on which to con
vict," I said.
"Unless a confession can be forced,"
Crewe answered. "Remember, Lang
ton, that we are not dealing with a
normal man. He has passed through
agonies of fear during these days.
Yesterday his triumph over me
brought about an intense reaction. He
has probably been drinking all night.
He Is in that condition of mind that
Is common to patients under, the in
fluence of chloroform: at a certain
stage they will tell everything that 19
asked them. Now some audden shock
that will bring about another psychic
revolution may act upon hla mind
with overwhelming force"
He broke off and paced slowly back
to the house, deep In thought. He
did not even hear my questions.
Crewe had sent me ahead of him
for the meeting the following day. I
had been chatting at the lodge with
Fisher and Evans for some minutes
after the appointed hour, and still
Crewe did not make hla appearance.
"I think," said Fisher sarcastically.
"your friend, the amateur, has had
enough detective experiences to last
him for same time. I should not be
surprised if he failed to turn up at
"He's a damn fool," blurted out
Evans, whose flushed face and trem
bling hands Indicated that he had
been celebrating his success rather
"Waiving that point," said Fisher,
with a laugh, "where is this celebrat
ed detective friend of yours? My
duty won't permit "
He spring round swiftly. I started.
Evans Jumped back and yelled as
Crewe's band fell on his shoulder
"I lost my skate in the hole In the
ice," he said. "Evans," he continued.
seizing the porter by the arms and
peering Into bis face, "the game's up.
Mr. Fisher, take him. What? Why,
look at his face, man, look at his
But Evans had fallen In the snow.
and, kneeling there, he blurted out
the story of his crime-
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Writer Attempts to Dispose of Farm,
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Prospective Buyers Fled.
Frank Parker Stockbridge, the mag
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every day.-. v", v f ;
1316 y3 Third Avenr.9.
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