THE FILIGREE BALL

Golden Bay Argus, Volume XIII, Issue 50, 12 May 1910, Page 3

THE FILIGREE BALL

(Copyright.)

• _+_ BY ANNA KATHERINB GREEN, luthor of "The Leavenworth Case."

CHAPTER I.;

j; for a "detective whose talenfs had 'tiot been recognized at headquarters,

IjZ .possessed an ambition which, fortunately for my standing with the llleutenant of the precinct, had not 'brat been expressed in words. Though \I had small reason for expecting •great things of myself, I had always Jfcherished tho hope that if a big case \cams my way, I should be found able {•to do something with it—something >'taore, that is, than I had seen ac--Itomplished by the police of the district of Columbia since I %ad the honor of being one ]«of their number. Therefore, when j'l found myself plunged, almost

without my own volition, into the Jeffrey-Moore affair, I believed that the opportunity had come whereby I might distinguish myself. It had complications, this JeffreyJloore affair; greater ones than tho public ever knew, keen as the interest in it ran both in and out of "Washington. This is why I propose to tell the story of this great tragedy from my

own standpoint, even if in so doing I risk the charge of attempting to exploit my own connection with this celebrated case. In its course I en-

countered as many disappointments 'as. triumphs, and brought out of the ->afiair a heart as sore as it was satisfied; for I am a lover of women and—- , But I am keeping you from the Wory itself. I I was,, at the station-house the ftlight Uncle David came in. He was talways called Uncle David-, even by ithe tirchins who followed him in the .street; so I am showing him no dis[respect, gentleman though he is, by giving him a title which as completely characterized him in those days, las did his'moody ways, his quaint attire and the persistence with which

the kept at his side his great mas- !*!(!/ Rudge. I had long since heard of the old •gentleman as one of the most intor- - lesting residents of tho precinct. I •had even seen him'more than once ton the avenue, but I had never before been brought face to face with him, and consequently had much too superficial a knowledge of his countenance to determine offhand whether the uneasy light in his small gray eyes was natural to them, or-simply the result of present excitement. But when he began to talk I detected ah anmistakable tremor in his tones, and decided that he was in a state hi suppressed agitation; though he appeared to havo nothing more alarming to impart than the fact that he had seen a light burning in some house presumably 'empty.

It was all bo trivial that I gave him but scant attention till he let a name fall which caused me to prick up my ears and even to put in tHvord. "The Moore house," he had said, "The Moore house?" I repeated in amazement. "Are you speaking of tho Moore house?" A thousand recollections came with 'the name.

"What other?" he grumbled, directing toward me a look as keen as Jt was impatient. "Do you think that I would bo'ther myself long about a house I had no interest in, or drag Uudge from his -warm rug to save some ungrateful neighbor from a possible burglary? .No, it is my house which some rogue has chosen to enter. That is," he suavely corrected, as he saw surprise in every eye, "the house which the law will give mo, if anything ever happens to that chit of a girl whom my brother loft behind him."

Growling some words at the dog, who sh'owed a decided inclination to lie down where he was, the old man made for the door and in another moment would have been in the street, if I had not, stepped after him.

"You are a Moore and live in or near that old house?" I asked-

The surprise with which he met this question daunted me a little. "How long have you been in Washington, I should like to ask?" was his acrid retort. "Oh, some five months."

His good nature, or what passed lor such in this irascible old man, returned in an instant; and he curtly hut not unkindly remarked: "You haven't learned much in that time." Then, with a nod.inoro ceremonious than many another man's bow, he added, with sudden dignity: "I am of the elder branch and live In thq cottago fronting that old place. I am the only resident on the block. When you have lived here longer you will know why that especial neighborhood is not a favorite one with those who can not boast of the Moore blood. For the present, let us attribute the bod name that it holds to—malaria." And with a significant hitch of his lean shoulders which set in undulating motion every fold of the ©ld-fashian-tsd cloak he wore, he started again tor the door. ' But my curiosity was by this tim© 1 roused to fever heat. I knew more j about this house than ho gave mo credit for. No one who had read the I papers of late, much less a man connected with the police, could help being well informod in all the. details Jof its remarkable history. What I Wnad

failed to know was his close relationship to the family whose name the last two weeks had been in «very mouth. "Wait!" I called out. "You say f lhat you live opposite the Moore Mouse. You can then toll me——" But he ha'd no mind to stop for |»y gossip. "It was all in the papers," he i Vailed back. "Read themT But first be sure to find out who has struck i.a light in the house that we all jloow has not even a caretaker in /It." i It was good advico. My duty and Wy curiosity both led me to follow :^it. 1 Perhaps you have heard of the ■5 Bistinguishing feature of this house; Iff so, you do not need my explanations. But if, for any reason, you *»re ignorant of the facts which within a very short time have sot a final peal of horror upon this old, historic dwelling, then you will be glad to read what has made and will conitiauo to make the Moore house in JVaihington one to be pointed at in

and shunned after dark, not only by superstitious colored folk, but by all who are susceptible to the most ordinary emotions of fear and dread. It was standing when Washinton Was a village. It_ antedates the Capitol and the White House. Built by a man of wealth, it bears to this day the impress of the large ideas and quiet elegance of colonial times;' but the shadow which speedily fell across it made it a marked place even in those early days. While it has always escaped the hackneyed epithet of "haunted," families that have moved in have as quickly moved out, giving as their excuse that no happiness was to bo found there and that sleep was impossible under its roof. That there was some reason for this lack of rest within walls which were not without their tragic reminiscences, all must acknowledge. Death had often occurred there, and while this fact can be stated in regard to most old houses, it is not often that one can say, as in this case, that it was invariably sudden and invariably of one character. A lifeless moo, lying outstretched on a certain hearthstone, might be found once in a house and awaken no special comment; but when this same discovery has been made twico, if not thrice, during the history of a single dwelling, one might surely be pardoned a distrust of its seemingly home-like appointments, and discern in it« slowly darkening walls the presence of an evil which if left to itself might perish in the natural decay of the place, but which, if met and challenged, might strike again and make another blot on its thrice-crimsoned hearthstone. But these are all old fables which I should hardly presume to mention, had it not been for the recent occurrence which has recalled them to all men's minds and given to this long empty \nd slowly crumbling building an importance which has spread its fame from one end of the country to the other. I refer to the tragedy attending the wedding lately celebrated there. Veronica Moore, rich, pretty and wilful, had long cherished a strange liking for this frowning old home of her ancestors, and, at the most critical time of her life, conceived the idea of proving to herself and to society at large that no real ban lay upon it save in the imagination of the superstitious. So, being about to marry the choice of her young heart, sho caused this house to bo opened for the wedding ceremony; with what result you know. Though the occasion was a joyous one and accompanied by all that eould give cheer to such a function, it had not oscaped the old-time shadow. One of the guests straying into tho room of undent and unhallowed memory, the one room which had not been thrown open to the crowd, had been found within five minutes of the ceremony lying on its dolorous hearthstone, dead; and though the bride was spared a knowledge of the dreadful fact till the holy words woro said, a panic had seized the guests and emptied the house as suddenly and completely as though t,ho plaguo had been discovered thoro. This is why I hastened to follow Uncle David when ho told mc that all was not right in this house of tragic memories, * CHAPTER 11. Though past seventy, Uncle David was a brisk walker, and on this night in particular he sped along so fast that he was half-way down H Street by the timo I had turned the corner at Now Hampshire Avenue. His gaunt but not ungraceful figure, merged in that of the dog trotting closely at his heels, was the only'moving object in the dreary vista of this the most desolated block in Washington. As I, neared the building, I was so impressed by the surrounding stillness that I was ready to vow that the shadows were denser here than olsewhere and that the few gas lamps, which flickered at intervals down the street, shone with a more feeble ray than in any other equal langth of street in Washington.

Meanwhile, the shadow of Uncle ! David had vanished from the pave-' ment. He had paused beside a fence , which, hung witli vines, surrounded and nearly hid from sight the little cottago he had mentioned as the only house on tho block with the exception of tho great Moore place; in other words, his own homo. As I came abreast of him I heard him muttering, not to his dog, as was his custom, but to himself. In fact, tho dog was not to be seen, and this desertion on the part of his constant companion seemed to add to his disturbance and affect him beyond all reason, I could distinguish these words amongst the many he directed toward tho unsown animal: '*. "You're a knowing one, too knowing! You see that loosened shutter over the way as plainly as I do; but I you're a coward to slink away from it. I don't. I face the thing, and what's more, I'll show you yet what I think of ft dog that can't stand his ground and help his old master out with some show of courage. Creaks, docs it? Well, let it creak!. I don't mind its creaking, glad as I should be to know whose hand—Halloo! You've come, have you?" This to me. I had just stepped up to' him. "Yes, I've come. Now what is the matter'With tho Moore house?" He must havo expected the question, yet his answer was a long time coming. His voice, too, sounded strained, and ■ was pitched quite too high to bo natural. But he evidently did not expect mo to show surprise at his manner. "Look at that window over there!" ho cried at last. "That one with the slightly open shutter ! Watch and you will see that shutter move. There! it creaked; didn't you hear it?" A growl—it was more like a moan —came from the porch behind us. Ins'tantly the old gentleman turned and with a gesture as fierce as it was instinctive, shouted out: ••Ba still there!, If you haven't the courage to face a blowing shutter, keep your jaws shut and don't let cry fellow who happens along know what a fool you are. I declare." he maundered on, half to himself and half to me, "that dog is getting old. Ho can't be trusted any He forsakes his master just when—" The rest was lost in his thrOat which rattled with something more than impatient anger. Meanwhile I had been attentively scrutinizing the house thus pointedly brought to my notice. I had seen it manv times before, but, as it hap-

pened, /had never stopped to look at it when the huge trees surrounding it were shrouded in darkness. The black hollow of its disused portal looked out from shadows which acquired some of their somberness from the tragic memories connected with its empty void. Its aspect was scarcely reassuring. Not that superstition lent its terrors to the lonely scene, but that through the blank panes of the window, alternately appearing and disappearing from vi«w as the shutter pointed out by Uncle David blew to and fro in the wind, I saw, or was persuaded that I saw, a beam of light whicl argued an unknown presence within walls which had so lately been declared unfit for any man's habitation.

"You are right," I now remarked to the uneasy figure at my side. "Some one is prowling through the the house yonder. Can it possibly be Mrs. Jeffrey or her husband?" "At night and with no gas in tha house? Hardly." Tho words were natural, but the voice was not. Neither was his manner quite suited to the occasion. Giving him another sly glance, and marking how uneasily he edged away from me in the darkness, I cried out more, cheerily than he possibly expected: "I will summon another officer and we three will just slip across and investigate." "Not I!" was his violent rejoinder, as he swung open a gate concealed in the vines behind him. "The Jeffreys would resent my intrusion if they ever' happened to hear of it." "Indeed!" I laughed, sounding my whistle; then, soberly enough, for I was more than a little struck by_tho oddity of his behavior and thought him as well worth investigation as the house in which he showed such an interest: "You shouldn't let that count. Conie and see what's up in the house you are so ready to call yours." But he only drew farther into the shade.

"I have no business over there," ho objected. "Veronica and I havo never been on good' terms. I was not even invited to her wedding though I live within a stone's throw of the door. No; I my duty in calling attention -to thai light, and whether it's the bull's-eye of a burglar—perhaps you don't know that there are rare treasures on the book shelves of the great library—or whether it'is the fantastic illumination which frightens foolfolks and some fool-dogs, I'm done with it and done with you, too, for to-night." " As he said this, he mounted to his door and disappeared under the vines, hanging like a shroud over the front of the house. In another moment the rich peal of an organ sounded from withm, followed by tho prolonged howling of Rudge, who, either from a too keen appreciation of his master's music or in utter disapproval of it,—no one, I believe, has ever been able to make out which,—was accustomed to add this undesirable accompaniment to every strain from the old man's hand. The playing did not cease'because ol those outrageous discords. On the contrary, it increased in force and voluma, causing Rudge's expression of pain or pleasure to increase also. Tho result cafrnse imagined. As I listened to the intolerable howls of the dog cutting clean through the exquisite harmonies of his master, I wondered if the shadows cast by tho frowning structuro of the great Moore house' were alone to blame for Uncle David's lack of neighbors.

Meantime, Hibbard, who was the first to hear my signal, came running down the block. As he joined me, the light, or what we chose to call a light, appeared again in the window toward which my attention had been directed.

"Some one's in the Moore house!" I declared, in as mattor-of-fact times as I could command.

Ilibbard is a big fellow, the biggest fellow on the force, and so far as my own experience with him had gone, as stolid and imperturbable as the best of us. But after a quick glance at tho towering walls of the lonely building, ho showed decided embarrassment and seemed in no haste to cross tho street.

With difficulty I concealed my dispst, "Come," I cried, stopping down from the curb, "lot's go over and Investigate. Tho property is valuable, the furnishings handsome, and there is no end of costly books on tho library shelves. You have matches and a revolver?" He nodded, quietly showing mo first the one, then the other; then with a sheepish air which he endeavored to carried off with a laugh, ho cried: '■'Have you use for 'em? If so, I'm quite willing to part with 'em for a half-hour." I was more than amazed ftt this evidence of weakness in one I had always considered as tough and impenetrable as flint rock. Thrusting back the hand with which he had half drawn into view tho weapon I had mentioned, I put on my sternest air and led the way across tho street. As I did so, I tossed back the words: "We may come upon a gang. You do not wish me to face some halfdozen men alone?"

"You. won't find any half-dozen men there," was his muttered reply. Nevertheless he followed me, though with less spirit than I liked, considering that my own manner was in a measure assumed and that I was not without sympathy—well, let me say, for a dog who preferred howling a dismal accompaniment to his master's music, to keeping open watch over a neighborhood dominated by tho unhallowed structure I now propose to enter. The house is too well known for mo to attempt a minuto description of it. The illustrations which have. appeared in all tho papers have already acquainted the general public with its simple facade and rows upon rows of shuttered windows. Even the great square porch with its bench for negro attendants has been photographed for the million. Those who have seen the picture in which the wedding-guests are shown flying from its yawning doorway, will not be especially interested in the quiet, almost solemn aspect it presented as I passed up tho low steps and laid my hand upon the knob of the oldfashioned front door. Not that I expected to win an entrance thereby, but because it is my nature, to approach everything in a common-sense way. Conceive then my astonishment whon at first touch the door yielded. It was not even latched. "So! so!" thought I. "This is no

fool's job; some one is in the house." I had provided myself with an ordinary pocket-lantern, and, when I had convinced Hibbard that I fully meant to enter the house and discover for myself who had taken advantage of the popular prejudice against it to make a secret refuge or rendezvous of its decayed old rooms, I took out this lantern and hold it in readiness. "We may strike a hornets' nest," I explained to Hfbbard, whose feet seemed very heavy even for a man of his size. "But I'm going in and so are you. Only, let me suggest that wa first take off our shoes. We can hide them in these bushes." "T always catch cold when I walk barefooted," mumbled my brave companion; but receiving no reply he drew off his shoes and dropped them beside mine in the cluster of stark bushes which figure so prominently in the illustrations that I have just mentioned. Then he took out his revolver, and cocking it, stood waiting, while I gave a cautious push to the door. Darkness! silenoe!

Rather had I confronted a light and heard some noise even if it had been the ominous click to which we are so well accustomed. Hibbard seemed to share my feol'ngs, though from an entirely different cause.

"Pistols and lanterns are no good here," ho grumbled. "What we want at this blessed minute is a priest with a sprinkling of holy water; and I for one—"

He was actually sliding off. With a smothered oath I drew him back.

•'See here!" I cri "', "you're not a babe in arms. Come on or— Well, what now?" He had clenched my arm id was pointing to the door v. h was slowly swaying to behind us. "Notice that," he whispered. "No key in the lock! Men use keys but—"

My patience could stand no more. With a shake I rid myself of his clutch, muttering: "There, go! You're too much of a fool for me. ■ I'm in for it alone," And in proof of my determination, I turned the. slide of the lantern and flashed tho light through the house. The effect was ghostly; but while the fellow at my side breathed hard he did not take advantage of my words to make his escape, as I half expected him to. . Perhaps, like myself, lie was fascinated by the dreary spectacle of long shadowy walls and an equally shadowy staircase emerging from a harkness which a minute before had seemed impenetrable. Perhaps ho was simply ashamed. At all events he stood his ground, scrutinizing with rolling eyes that portion of the hall where two columns, with gilded Corinthian capitals, marked the door of the room which no man entered without purpose or passed without dread. Doubtless he was thinking of that which had so frequently been carried out between those columns. I know that I was; and when, in the sudden draft made by the open door, some open draperies hanging near those columns blew out with a sudden swoop and shiver, I was not ai, all astonished to seo him lose what little courage had remained in him. The truth is, I was startled myself, but I was able to hide tho fact and to whisper back tp him, fiercely: "Don't be an idiot. That curtain hides nothing worse than some sneaking political refugee or. a gang of counterfeiters." *

"Maybe. I'd just like to put my hand on Upson and "

"Hush!"

I had just' heard something

For a moment wo stood breath* loss, but as the sound was not repeated I concluded that it was tho croaking of that far-away shutter. Certainly thore was nothing moving near us. .. .. . "Shall we go upstairs?" whiaperod Hibbard,

"Not till we have made euro that all is right down here." . A door stood slightly ajar on our loft.

Pushing it open we looked in. A well furnished parlor was before us. "Here's whero the wedding took place," remarked Hibbard, straining his head over my shoulder. There were signs of this wedding on every side. Walls and ceilings had been hung with "garlands,-* and these still clung to the mantelpiece and over and around the various doorways. Torn-off branches and tho remnants of old bouquets, dropped from the hands of flying guests, littered the carpet, adding to tho genoral confusion 4 of overturned chairs and tables. Everywhere wero evidences of the haste with which the placo had been vacated as well as the superstitious dread which had prevented it being re-entered for the commonplace purpose of cleaning. Even tho piano had not been shut,. and under it lay some scattered sheets of music which had been left whero they fell, to tho probable loss of some poor musician. The clock occupying the centre of the mantelpiece alone gave ovidonce of life. It had been wound for the wedding and had not yet run down. Its tick-tick came faint enough, however, through tho darkness, as if it too had lost heart and would soon, lapse into tho deadly quiet of its ghostly surroundings. < 'i t ' s _it' s funeral-like," chattered Hibbard. . He was right; I felt as if I were shutting the lid of a coffin when I finally closed the door. Our next steps took us into the rear where wo found little to detain us, and then, with a certain dread fully justified by the event, wo made for the door defined by the two Corinthian columns.

It was ajar like the rest, and, call me coward or call me fool—l have called Hibbard both, you will remember—l found that it cost mo an effort to lay my hand on its mahogany panels. Danger, if danger there was, lurked here; and while I had never known myself to quail before any ordinary antagonist, I, liko others of my kind, have no especial fondness for unseen and mysterious perils. Hibbard, who up to this point had followed me almost too closely, now accorded me all the room that was necessary. It was with a sense of entering alone upon the scene that I finally thrust wide the door and crossed the threshold of this redoubtable room where, but two short weeks before, a fresh victim had been added to the list of those who by some unheard-of, unimaginable means found their death within its recesses. My first glance showed me little save the ponderous outlines of an old "settle, which jutted from the corner of the fireplace half way out

into the room. As it was seemingly from this seat that the men, who at various times had been found lying here, had fallen to their doom, a thrill passed over me as I noted its unwieldy bulk and the deep shadow it threw on the ancient and dishonored hearthstone. To escape the ghastly memories it evoked and also to satisfy myself that the room was really as empty as it seemed, I took another step forward. This caused the light from the lantern I carried to spread beyond the point on which it had hitherto been so effectively concentrated; but the result was to emphasize rather than detract from the extreme desolation of the great room. The settle was a fixture, as I afterwards found, and was almost the only article of furniture to be seen on the wide expanse of , uncarpeted floor. There was a table or two in hiding somewhere amid the shadows at the other end from where 1 stood, and possibly some kind of stool or settee; but the general impression made upom me was that of a completely dismantled place given over to moth and rust. Ido not include the walls. They were not bare like the floor, but covered with books from floor to ceiling. These books were not the books of to-day; they had stood so long in their places unnoted and untouched, that they had acquired the color of fungus, and smelt — Woll, there is no use adding to the picture. Evory one knows the spirit of sickening desolation pervading rooms which have been shut up for an indefinite length of time from air and sunshine.

The elegance of the heavily stuccoed ceiling, admitted to b© one of the finest specimens of its kind in Washington, as well as the richness of the carvings ornamenting the mantel of,ltalian marble rising above the accursed hearthstone, only served to make more evident the extreme neglect into which the rest 'of the room had sunk. Being anything but anxious to subject myself further to its unhappy influence and quite convinced that the place was indeed as empty as it looked, I turned to leave when my eye fell upon something so unexpected and so extraordinary, seen as it was under the influence of the old tragedies with which my mind was necessarily full, that I paused, balked in my advance, and well-nigh uncertain whether I looked upon. a real thing or on some strange and terrible fantasy of my aroused imagination. A form lay before me, outstretched on that portion of the floor which had hitherto been hidden from me by the half-open door —a woman's form, which even in that first casual look impressed itself upon me as one of aerial delicacy and extreme refinement; and this form lay as only the dead lie; the dead! And I had been looking at the hearthstone for just such a picture! No, not just such a picture, for this woman lay face uppermost, and, on the floor beside her was blood-

it hand had plucked my sleeve. It was Hibbard's. Startled by my immobility and silence, he had stepped in with quaking members expecting he hardly knew what. But no sooner did his eyes fall on the prostrate form which held me spellbound, than an unforeseen change

toofc place in him. What had unnerved me, restored him to. full ucU-> possession. Death in thi'd shape was s familiar to him. He had no fear of blood. Ho did not show surprise at encountering it, but only at the effect it appeared to produce on me?. "Shot!" was his laconic comment; as ho bent over tho prostrate body. "Shot through the heart! Sho must have died before she fell," Shot!

That was a new experience for this room, No wound had ever before disfigured those who had fallen here, nor had any of tho previous victims been found lying on any other spot than the ono over which that huge settle kept guard. As these thoughts crossed my mind, I instinctively glanced again toward the fireplaco for what I almost refused to believe lay outstretched at my feet. When nothing more appeared there than that old seat of sinister memory, I experienced a thrill which poorly prepared mo. for the cry which I now heard raised by Hibbard. "Look here! What do you make of this?"

He was pointing to what, upon closer inspection, proved to be a strip of white satin ribbon running from one of the delicate wrists of the girl before us to the handle of a pistol which had fallen not far away from her side. "It looks as if the pistol was attached to her. That is something new in my experience. What do you think it means?" Alas! there was but one thing it could mean. Tho shot to which she had succumbed had been delivered by herself. This fair and delicate creature was a suicide. But suicide in this place! How could we account for that? Had the story of this room's ill-acquired fame acted hypnotically on her, or had she stumbled upon the open door in front and been glad of any refuge where her misery might find o solitary termination? Closely scanning her upturned face, I sought an answer to this question, and while thus seeking received a fresh shock which I did not hesitate to communicate to my now none-too-sensitive companion. "Look at these features," I cried. "I "seem to. know them, do you?"

He growled out a dissent, but stooped at my bidding and gave the pitiful young face a prolonged stare. When he looked up again it was witli a puzzled contraction of his eyebrows.

"I've certainly seen it somewhere," he hesitatingly admitted, edging slowly away toward the door. "Perhaps in tho papers. Isn't she like—?" "Like!" I interrupted, "it is Veronica Mooro herself; the owner of this house and she who was married here two weeks since to Mr. Jeffrey. Evidently her reason was unseated by the tragedy which threw so deep a gloom over her wedding." i

CHAPTER 111, Not for an instant did I doubt the correctness of this identification. AD the pictures I had seen of this wellknown society belle had been marked by an individuality of expression which fixed her face in the memory and which I now saw repeated in the lifeless features before me. Greatly startled by tho discovery, but quite convinced that this was but the dreadful setquel of an already Buffioiently dark tragedy, I proceeded to take such steps as are common in these cases. Having sent the toowilling Hibbard to notify headquarters, I was on the point of making a memorandum of such details as seem-

ed important, when my lantern sua-, denly went out, leaving me in total darkness.

This was far from pleasant, but the effect it produced upon my mind was not without its result. For no sooner did I find myself alone and in tho unrelieved darkness of this gravelike room, than I became convinced that no woman, however frenzied, would make her plunge into an unknown existence from the midst of a darkness only too suggestive of the tomb to which she was hastening. It was not in nature, not in woman's nature, at all events. Either she had committed the final act before such daylight as could filter through the shutters of this closed-up room had quite disappeared—an hypothesis instantly destroyed by the warmth which still lingered in certain portions of her body—or else the light which had been burning when she pulled the fatal trigger had since been carried elsewhere or extinguished.

Recalling the uncertain gleams which wo had seen flashing from ono of the.upper windows, I was inclined to give some credence to the former theory, but was disposed to be fair to both. So after re-lighting my lamp, I turned on one of the gas cocks of the massive chandelier over my head and applied a match. The result was just what I anticipated; no gas in the pipes. A meter had not been put in for the wedding. This the papers had repeatedly stated in dwelling upon the garish effect of the daylight on the elaborate costumes worn by the ladies. Candles had not even been provided—ah, candles! What, then, was it that I saw glittering oh a small table at the other end of the room? Surely a candlestick, or rather an old-fash-ioned candelabrum with a halfburned candle in ono of its sockets. Hastily crossing to it, I felt of the candle-wick. It was quite stiff and hard. But not considering this a satisfactory proof that it had not been lately burning—the tip of a wick soon dries after the flame is blown out— I took out my penknife and attacked the wick at what might be called its roots; whereupon I found that.where the threads had been protected by tho wax they were comparatively soft and penetrable. The conclusion was obvious. Truo to my instinct in this matter the woman had not lifted her weapon in the darkness; this candle had been burning. But hero my thoughts received a fiesh shock. If burning, then by whom had it since been blown out? Not by her; her wound was too fatally suro for that. Tho steps taken between tho table where the candelabrum stood and the olaco whore she lay, wero taken, if taken at all by her, before that shot was fired. Some one else—some one whose breath still lingered in tho air about me—had extinguished this candle-flame after she fell, and the death I looked down upon was not a suicide, but a murder! Tho, excitement which this discovery caused to tingle through my every nerve hud its birth in the ambitious feeling referred to in the opening paragraph of this narrative. I believed that my long-sought-for opportunity had come; that with tho start given me by the conviction just stated, I should be enabled to collect such clues and establish such facts as would lead So the acceptance of this now theory instead of tho apparent one of suicide embraced by Hibbard and about to bo promulgate ed at police headquarters. If sp, what a triumph would be mine; and what a debt I should owe to the crabbed old gentleman whose seem., ingly fantastic fears had first drawn me to this place! Realizing tho value of tho oppor. tunity afforded mo by tho few minutes I was likely to spend alone on this scene of crimo, I proceeded to my task with that directness and method which I had always promised mysolf should characterize my first success in detective work.

First, then, for another look at the fair young victim herself! What a line of misery on the brow! What dark hollows disfiguring cheeks otherwise as delicate as the petals of a rose! An interesting, if not absolutely beautiful face, it told me something I could hardly put into words; so that it was like leaving a fascinating but unsolved mystery when I finally turned from it to study the hands, each of which presented a separate problem. That offered by. the right wrist you already know—the white long ribbon connecting it with the discharged pistolBut the secret concealed by tho left, while less startling, was perhaps fully as significant. All the rings wore gone, even the wedding ring which had been placed there such a short time before. Had she been robbed? There wero no signs of violence- visible, nor even such disturbances as usually follow despoliation by a criminal's hand. The boa of delicate black net which encircled

hei' neck rose fresh and intact to her chin; nor did the heavy folds of her rich broadcloth gown betray that any disturbance had taken place in her figure after its fall. If a jowcl had flashed at her throat, or earrings adorned her ears, they had been removed by a careful, if not a loving, imnd. But I was rather inclined to think that she had entered upon the scene of her,death without ornaments—such severe simplicity marked her whole attire.

Her hat, which was as plain and also as elegant as the rest of her clothing, lay near her on the floor. It had huen taken off and thrown down, manifestly by .an impatient hand. That this hand was her own was evident from a small but very significant fact. The pin which had held it to her hair had been thrust again into the hat. No hand but hers would have taken this precaution. A man would have flung it aside just as he would have flung the hat. Question:

Did this argue a natural expectation on her part of resuming her hat? Or was the action the result of an unconscious habit?

Having thus noted all that was possible concerning her without infringing on the rights of tho coroner, I next proceeded to cast about for clues to the identity of the person whom I considered responsible for the extinguished candle. But here a great disappointment awaited me, I could find nothing expressive of a second person's presence save a pile of cigar ashes scattered near the legs

of a common kitchen chair which ftood face to face with the book shelves in that part of the room where the candelabrum rested on a small table. But these ashes looked old, nor could 1 detect any evidence of tobacco smoko in the general mustinoss pervading tho place, Was the

man who died here a fortnight sinw accountable for these ashes? If 60, his unfinished cigar must be within sight. Should 1 search for it? No, for this would take me to the hearth and that was quite too deadly a place to bo heedlessly approached.

Besides, I was not yet finished with tho spot where I then stood. If I could gather nothing satisfactory from the ashes, perhaps I could from the chair or the shelves before which it had been placed. Some one with an interest in books had sat there; someone who had expected to spend sufficient time over these old tomes to feel the need of a chair. Had this interest been a general one or had it centered in a particular volume? 1 ran my eye over the shelves within reach, possibly with an idea of settling this question, and though my knowledge of books is limited I could see that these were what one might call rarities. Some of them • contained specimens of black letter, all moldy and smothered in dust; in others I saw dates of publication which placed them among volumes dear to a collector's heart. But none of them, so far as I could see, gave any evidence of . having been lately handled; and anxious to waste no time on puerile dotails, I hastily quitted my chair, and was proceeding to turn my attention elsewhere, when I noticed on an upper shelf, a book projecting slightly beyond tha others. Instantly my foot was oa the chair and the book in my hand.' Did I find it of interest? Yes, but not on account of its contents, tot they were pure Greek to me; but be- i cause it lacked the dust on its uppei edge which had marked every other volume I had handled. This, then, was what had attracted the unknown to these shelves, this—let me see it I can remember its title —Disquisition upon Old Coastlines. Pshaw! I was wasting my time. What had such a dry compendium as this to do with tho body lying in its blood a few steps behind me, or with the hand which had put out the candle upon this dreadful deed? Nothing. I replaced tho book, but not so hastily as to push it one inch beyond the position in which I found it. For, if it had a tale to tell, then was it my business to leave that talo to bo read by those who understood books better than I did.

My next move was toward the little table holding the candelabrum with tho glittering pendants. This table was one of a nest standing against a near-by wall. Investigation proved that it had been lifted from. the others and brought to its present position within a very short space of time. For the dust lying thick on its top was almost entirely lacking from the one which had been nested under it. Neither had tho candelabrum been standing there long, dust being found under as well as around it. Had iter hand brought it there? Hardly, if it came from tho top of the mantel toward which 1 now turned in my course of investigation. I have already mentioned this mantel more than once. This I could hardly avoid, since in and about it lay the heart of tho mystery for which the room was remarkable. But though I have thus freely spoken of it, and thought it was not absent from my thoughts for a moment, I had not vontured to approach it beyond a certain safe radius. Now, in looking to see if I might not lessen this radius, I experienced that sudden and overwhelming interest in its evory feature which attaches to all objects peculiarly associated with danger. I oven took a step toward it, hold-. ing up my lamp so that a stray ray struck tho faded surface of an old engraving hanging over tho fireplace, It was tho well-known one—in Washington at least—of Benjamin Franklin at the Court of Franco; Interesting no doubt in a general way, but scarcely calculated to hold the eyo at so critical an instant. Neither did the shelf below call for mora than momentary attention, for it was absolutely bare. So was the time-worn, if not blood-stained hearth, save for the impenetrable shadow cast over it by the huge bulk of the great settle standing at its edgo. I have already described the impression made on me at my first entrance by this ancient and characteristic articlo of furniture. (To be Continued.) 1192.;