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A harmless flpoff enongn tms in it self, but a dangerous game when the stake waB life or death. The detective, comfortably ensconced in a seat of the train for Chicago, was reading over the notes that he had made in regard to the case and now and again glaucing at one or other of the relics of the mnrder as he wished to confirm a point, whistling through his teeth the while a chorus from the latest comic opera. It was not that Herbert Darrent was in himself callons of death or of mnr der, but when one's daily life is given to the constant handling of relics of crime they cease to be objects of awe, lose their grewsome associations and simply become clews that. shall assist the chase. The stained knife with which the deed was committed would doubtless freeze the blood of any favored visitor when it was added to a detective bu reau's collection of criminal weapons, but to Darrent it formed only one im portant item in the complicated puzzle that he was putting together. Ho put it together piece by piece. It seemed to him to fit too easily. Everything point ed too much in one direction. What to an ordinarily constituted mind would have looked so exceedingly simple be came to Darrent all the more difficult because of that very simplicity. Every bit of evidence that he had col lected pointed directly to Astray Mars den as the murderer. There was no get ting away from it, for already the knife had been recognized. Astray was con demned by every circumstance and, more strongly than all, by the letter of the murdered man, the stained and crumpled letter that Dobson had tried to conceal. Darrent could hardly keep from half wishing that old Marsden had not left the paper. He felt a little annoyed that what promised to be a big mystery, upon which he could exercise his tal ents, should turn out to be none and that he, the American Lecoq, should be sent down to discover the murderer, to trace him inch by inch, when a casual acquaintance on the ice had told him at once who had done the deed and a dunder headed fraud of a policeman had tried to conceal the actual paper that accused the murderer. a clever detective who had hoped for a tangled skein to unnravel, which would add yet another laurel to the many which he wore, it was annoying, and when Darrent arrived in Chicago and took a cab to headquarters he wus not in the very best frame of mind and really regarded himself as a little ill used. At 10 o'clock next morning Darrent alighted from a hansom at a corner near the Royal hotel, and as he started to cross the street a tall bootblack ac- 1 costed him. "Shine, boss?" ,• The detective halted and slowly took off his glove. "It'sall right," the bootblack rapidly continued in an undertone. "He's still there. Theater last night not out Binder." And he accepted with becoming humility the coin which Darrent drop ped, at a respectful distance, into a very dirty palm. "Send my card up to Mr. Marsden," was Darrent's instruction to the clerk at the Royal hotel, "and say that I must see him at once on important African' business." Astray Marsden, who sat idling over his breakfast and skimming the morn ing paper, glanced at the card which the smart page boy brought him and listened to the message. 'The Honor able Rupert Grey.' Hum! Don't know the name, and I'm lot need to calls from honorables, eti^ecially in this country. Very well show the gentle man up." "The Honorable Rupert Grey," he repeated. "Well, it doesn't matter, aft er all I suppose I shall soon, learn his business bought a claim out there, perhaps. But how in the world does he know me or that I'm staying here?" Rising from the table, he stood by the fire, with his elbow on the mantel piece and his chin resting in his hand awaiting the arrival of his visitor. Astray Marsden was a fine, well built and tolerably good looking, half Amer ioanized young Englishman, with the figure of a Hercules, but Dame Nature, in one of the many tricks she is so fond of playing upon her children, had given him an utterly weak disposition, which was betrayed by a glance at his face— a form of strength, a mind of weak ness a good fellow, but no backbone ever ready to procrastinate, never ready to act. He waB a man people would turn and look back on in the streets, as he towered above the passersby. The embodiment of strength without, they could not know how weak and vacillat ing he was within. He was simply the outcome of one of nature's little hu mors that prevent monotony in the hu man race. Herbert Darrent could scarcely re press a start as he entered the room. .Astray Marsden was as he had himself •described, as he had pictured him to the life even to the position in which '.he stood, the very position that the de fective had conjured up as he stood in tthe library at The Grange. It was offly another proof of the wonderful accuracy of his deductions. It really seemed that the man had posed to complete the case which the detect ive from such tiny clews had woven so skillfully around him. "The Honorable Rupert Grey?" said Astray interrogatively. Darrent shrugged his shoulders and, taking the card from Astray's hand, quietly tossed it behind the fire as he replied: "Herbert Darrent of the Chi cago detective bureau. One is obliged to use an alias sometimes. The enemies of the force usually do, so we're level on that.'' The effect of his words certainly Bur prised Darrent, used as he was to sur prises under similar situations, for the man seemed to utterly 'collaps^ oeroro his eyes and fell back into a chair by the fireside, the very picture of abject terror and despair. "Herbert Darrent, the detective?" Astray gasped. Darrent nodded his head. "You have oome to arrest me?" Again the detective nodded. He felt a bit perplexed. This was different from any of his previous captures, where the criminal had either lied or shown fight and attempted to escape. "For the murder of my, guardian, .Josiah Marsden, eh?" Astray continued, his tongue wetting his parched lips. "Tea, for the murder of Josiah Mars don oa Jon. 12 at his country home, whlofc te talMThtGnnfik HonoMb* w-'.it-'tfy*jr»j^^jv^,»«'fev- '.a Tr\y'vyw.'j »—'c*— rwr*,^«e* A Detective Story Of a Chicago Suturh. The Murder at The Orange and How Its Mystery Was Solved by jgj,,.,,,, Darrent, the Amer-,y lean Lecoq. BY NORMAN HURST. Copyright, 1890, by the American Press Association. «r to nr "I know wh-t you warn me," the other jrr tieu whatever I may say may be taken down and used in evidence against UJO. Then use it. I aui innocint. I swear it. I've been here, and now the v.ort-t lias happened, and I shall in' hunted---hanged because I can't rlear uiyst.'lf, like many another poor wrt tih has IK en liccauso fate waa against hint. Yes, 1 shall l»e hanged be cause a man in hi• hatred of me con demned mo to death and then went with the devil's own sin upon his soul to face eternity. He hattxl me. He al ways hated me. When I left him that night, he cursed me, and as he died he conceived the vilest, most villainous iie." "You had better tell this to your counsel." "I want no counsel. The rope is round my neck already." He put his finger up and loosened his collar, as though he already felt the clinging grip of the hemp. "I can't escape when he himself condemned me." "Shall I order a cab?" "Why order a cab? Why not hand-, cuff me and drag me through the streets of Chicago? Let the world see an inno cent man who will be done to death to satisfy the law, the bloodhounds of the law, who yelp for vengeance, who must hang some one, because public senti ment shrieks for a victim." Darrent shrugged his shoulders. He was beginning to feel more at home now that Astray had launched out into this tirade. He had been called a blood hound so often by criminals he had traced and captured that it sounded al most like a confession of guilt. "You're not condemned yet," he coldly answered. "You're only arrested "The Honorable Rupert Gret/f" said As "trail intcrroaatlvr.ly. on suspicion. If you can prove an alibi"— "I can't! You know I can't. "I know nothing of the kind." "Look here, I'll tell you all." "I strongly advise you, for your own sake, to wait until you're calmer," Darrent observed, pausing in the work of jotting down in a very prosaio way Astray's rambling statements. "I mean to tell you all that happened that night, and you can do what you choose with it and bring me to the scaf fold if you like." "My dear sir, you are talking wildly. The law has no desire to bring youto the scaffold if you're innocent." |§|t "I swear I am!" "Then, if you are and can put me on the track of the guilty party, so muoh the better," Darrent replied, seating himself and preparing to listen to the weak story of defense, which he was sure would only be like many others that he had so often heard. "On the night of the 10th of Janu ary, just a week ago, I returned to Chi cago from South Africa." "And traveled to Barnstaple by the 8 o'clock train next day," Darrent in terjected. "Yes I hadn't seen my guardian for two years. When I left him in 1804, it was after a serious quarrel. He wanted me to marry one girl, and I wouldn't because I loved another,'' Astray con tinued, with a stronger look in his face than he had worn throughout the inter view. "Well?" "I returned to The Grange, and he welcomed mo." "You entered the library and stood on the left hand side of the fireplace, as you were standing when I came into the room, with your elbow resting on the mantelpiece," Darrent continued, "and then you quarreled about the lady again. Your uncle asked you if you had outgrown your mad infatuation, and you answered *No.' Then he asked, 'Will you marry the wife I have chosen for you?' and you said, 'No, no, no!' and emphasized each word by a blow of your fist on the mantelshelf?" Astray glared at Darrent in astonish ment. "How do you know?" he aBked. "Because I'm a bloodhound of the law," Darrent replied, sneering in his excitement. "Then you both got more and more heated in the discussion, and at last the old man, overwrought with excitemont, became faint and asked you to reach him some brandy from the sideboard, and you did so." "Yes that's right." "Presently he grew calmer, and you settled down and talked of other things." "Yes, of my travels "He became interested and asked you to tell him more. You drew up your chair opposite him and lighted your pipe, meerschaum." "Yes." "It wouldn't draw. You took out your knife and cleared the dry, hard tobacco away from the bottom of the bowl, refilled it and tried again, but the stem was choked. Old Marsden of fered you a cigar. You got out a box, a fresh and unopened box, from the side board, and pried it open with your knife, a Norwegian knife—this one." And Darrent suddenly displayed the knife, with the letter "A" burned into it, before Astray's eyes. "Yes it's true. That's it." "I know it's true. I know this knife and that this knife killed old Marsden." "Go on, hang mel You moan to!" "You quarreled again. Old men al ways get back to the same topic, and he brought you back. You got angry, lost all control of your temper and"— Darrent shrugged his shoulders. "And loft. I swear it. I left in a rage, turned the wrong way by mis take"— "And you know the country by heart." "I was blind with rage. I did not know where I was walking. I walkad JEM* 1 1 •^'ffsWt'g'yyr:jf* xr*i»r and 1 took shelter In a shed and when the storm was over went back to the village hotel." "At a quarter past 2. Next day Chief Dobson called and showed yon the pa per. You said you would see him later, and then you tied." "Yes that's true. Atfiist I meant to come to some arrangement with him —it looked as if ho held my life in his hands—but afterward I giew fright ened and came to Chicago. You're only just in time. I intended to start for Africa tomorrow." "You would not have reuched New York." "You mean I have been watched?" "Certainly, every step, every move ment. Was running away the act of an innocent man?" "I was dazed when Dobson showed me the paper. It took all the life out of me. It doomed me to death. Thore, in Marsden's own handwriting, was my condemnation, and ho all my courage vanished as soon as he had gone, and I sought refuge in flight." "Without even bidding farewell to the girl you had promised to marry." "I felt I should be pursued. I dared not go to Bideford. Chicago was my only chance, and then, if I could escape, Africa. What more can I say?" "You have said too much already. Mr. Marsden," the detective answered quietly as he made a note that Astray's fiaucee lived at Bideford. "You should have reserved this statement for your counsel. For the present you must con sider yourself under arrest. I think we may as well be going." In half anjiour the arrest of the Nor* combe murderer was known all over Chicago. The papers came out with ex tras and sensational headlines, and Her bert Darrent's name was on every one's lips. The American Lecoq had scored another triumph, and every evening newspaper lauded him to the skies. It was nothing less than their duty to praise one who at a time of stagnation, when there was absolutely no news to help the sale of the papers, had placed columns of a great sensation within their grasp. Rarely had a crime received so much publicity. For weeks the excitement was maintained at fever heat and fed by descriptive and imaginative re ports. The preliminary police court pro ceedings filled more columns. The great trial was given verbatim day after day, and all the while louder and louder swelled the chorus that sang the praises of that prince of all detectives, Herbert Darrent CHAPTER VI THE FATE OP ASTRAY MARSDEN. The last day of the trial of Astray Marsden for the murder of his uncle one of the Chicago evening papers contained the following: NOBCOMBK, Feb. 26, 0:80 a. m.—The court is crowded—more crowded, if possible, than it has been for the past two days, for the last act of the drama will be reached today, and the verdict of the jury will be given, the verdict that shall condemn Astray Marsden to an awful death or shall set him free among his fellow men. Never before in the history of this country have the people experienced such a condition of suppressed excite ment as that which permeates the court house this morning Even the cold blooded, phlegmatic court attendants cannot, try as they will, escape the con tagion that pervades the swaying audi ence awaiting the final act in the great sensational triaL Like all others in the building, car ried away by the suppressed excitement of the moment, they hold their breath and wait The minute hand of the clock slowly travels to Jhe hour of 10. One by one the lawyers enter and take thoir seats, chatting as idly as though the matter to be tried is not of the gravest import in the whole wide world—life or death Think of it I Within a few hours the decision will have to be given—guilty or not guilty, life or death 1 10 o'Clock.—Dismally the ten strokes of the court clock sound, echoed a few seconds later by ten deep notes from the belfry of an adjacent church, and the judge enters the court, takes his seat and opens his book. The monotonous voice of the court crier demands silence, and the inde scribable murmur inseparable from a body of people overwrought with in tense excitement subsides, dies away like the sound of a retreating wave as the water flows down the beach. Astray Marsden, the prisoner, enters the court, looking paler and more hag gard this morning than ever before, and, almost overcome with nervous anxiety, grips the rail in front of him as he faces the crowded court. Then his eyes wander to a woman, closely veiled, sitting near his attorney's table, where she has sat throughout the JT it The prUoner enters the court, looking paler and more haggard than ever. whole of the trial, a woman whom it is whispered Astray Marsden has promised to marry, but she has been called as a witness by neither side. For a single instant, for the first time during the trial, the girl raises her veil, and the prisoner catches a glimpse of a pale but beautiful faca A tremulous smile of encouragement hovers for a moment around her quivering lips, and then the veil is lowered again, and the man braces himself for the final ordeaL 10:05.—The judge commences his summing up. "Gentlemen of the jury," he says, "yon have today entered upon the last stage of your labors in a case which to me has proved at once the most painful and the most obvious in all my experience of criminal trials. It only remains for me. as impartially as lies in my power, to review the whole of the evidence that has been placed be fore you both in favor of and against the prisoner, Astray Marsden, and to leave it to yon to decide upon that evi dence whether he is guilty or not guilty of the crime with which he stands charged—the willful murder of Josiah Marsden. "The evidence that has been placed before you, gentlemen, is, with one ex ception, but that is fearful exception, of a purely circumstantial character, I and it will be for you to say whether 1 tk» MriMof etHWtttttttUl testa that the have been detailed to you and which the defense has ingeniously endeavored to oxplaiu away aro suflicient to justify you in returning verdict of guilty and by that verdict ridding society of AS cold blooded a scoundrel as ever breath ed or whether there is sufficient and reasonable doubt in your minds to jus tify you in giving to the prisoner the benefit of tho doubt "Geutlemou. let us look at the evi deuce On the morniug of the 12th of I January Josiah Marsden was discovered in the library of his country home, called The Grange. Norcombe. stabbed to death with a Norwegian clasp knife, which weapon you have had produced There is no dispute that the murder was committed with that knife, and equally the defense does not attempt to Awy that up to the very night of the murder that knife was in the possession of Astray Marsden. The Stained Paper. "In the hand of Josiah Marsden was found this paper." The judge pauses impressively and takes up the blood stained paper that has caused such a sensation throughout the trial. "This paper," he solemnly continues, "was found in the dead mau's stiffened fingera Death had overtaken him be fore he could frame his thoughts in words, and so his last message is only a broken one. 'I am dying,' he wrote, 'murdered by Astra'—a—s—t—r—a— and his life departed. "The prosecution has told you that he intended to write 'Astray Marsden.' The defenso has been uuable to deny it The prosecution has said he wrote so that justice might be meted out- to his murderer. The defense 1ms hinted, only hinted, gentlemen—oven they have not dared to do more than whisper—that Josiah Marsden hated his ward or son and did what he did in revenge, faced eternity with tho foulest sin that man could commit upon his soul, died with a lie in his heart, that a young man might be hanged. The defense has hint ed that this is why the paper was writ ten I will not venture to express my own opinion of such a method of de fense. Let ns look at tho matter dispas sionately If we are to believe that Jo siah Marsden committed this loathsome deed as his last act on earth and that Astray Marsden did not murder him, then that murder was committed by some unknown enemy of tho old man. "Has the defenso been ablo to hint at any such person 1 No. Has the defense been able to assume or deduce that any other person was in tho house on that night No It has simply contented it self with a categorical denial of every thing and a plea us surprising as it is abominable [CONTINUED.! 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II flNire thee 15 lion heeds ere eeot, yoe can WOOLSOM SHOE OO., Toledo, Ohio. WE HAV£ JUST RECEIVED AIM OTHER CONSIGNMENT OE FISH ORIENTAL AND JAPANESE FAN TAILS. GREGG & WARD Artistic Tailoring MY PALL Suitings have arrived and those desiring stylish and handsomo suits should not fail to call and examine my stock. I have the latest patterns in overcoating and pants that will catch your Qyc at a glance. I also have a choice selection of fabric that I am nak ing up at a reasonable price and I would like to take your order at j/nvv wuu a nuuiu nik.o no Min.o yuur orucr at My high grade custom work speaks for itself. You get the tost stylo and fit and best of workmanship at A. L. Sevcrteon, the A. L. Severtson, Tailor It's a store for everybody. It's a a place where the poor man's dollar will buy the biggest one hundred cent's worth he over saw and where the stylish man's money will pur chase tho latest styles. Needn't take our word for it. Lookarouml and con vlnce yourself. New Fall Hats aro horo iu the greatest variety. L. R. Stout, Postofflce Bl'k., Franklin St. Largest stock of clothing be tween Dubuque and Waterloo ^1 &