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For ten minutes We talked it over, but time was precious then and I was soon out of the house and running down the driveway, regardless of the half scornfu], half anxious calls of the other reporters as 1‘ dashed by them. carriages v..- . .Wo __,v “To the station,” said I. And half an hour later was in Jersey City and running formy boat. A tall, quiet 'man, whom I had half‘ observed as I got off my train, came up to me as I passed down the gang-‘ plank. ‘ “Isn’t this Mr. Burton?” he asked. It was Bob Nocton, one of the best detectives on Hallam’s force. “Hello,” said I. “Anything new?” “Well, I'm on the same case as you are ” “The Pardoe affair?” “Yes.” “Why. did you come up with me? I didn’t see you.” “I saw you, anyhow. Yes, there is something new. In fact, there is so much new that the thing’s about over and I’m going home.” - “Tell me what it is, Nocton.” He smiled. “I don't see why I shouldn’t, seeing that the boss has told all the other fellows by this time. We’re going to pinch Miss Packer.” “Tell me what it is, Nocton.” He smiled. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t, seeing that theboss has told all the other fellows by this time. We’re going to pinch Miss Packer.” “Oh, I heard that! But you've got the wrong woman." “Think so? Well, there’s where you get another guess. _Who else had a motive to do this thing? Not another living soul.” “But What motive did she have?" He leaned over and tapped me con-I fidentially on the shoulder, marking of? his points a 'tap at a time. “I found some letters in her trunk to-day. Those were the letters which old Pardoe had first written and them! changing his mind, had got from her‘ and put in his desk in the library. They were love-letters, written while‘ he was abroad last year. They were promises‘of marriage. The gay old boy had made love to her, and then had thrown her over. to steal the letters and was caught, or else she just killed the fellow for revenge, and then took the» letters so She either went , n “And what makes you so certain?” I asked. “The small fact which you news- papermen, even though you wrote it, seem to have overlooked: Emerson Pardoe was a heavy, strong man, weighing 200 pounds; this house- keeper (by the way, you're not in love with her, are you, Sammy? That’s good) is a frail woman with virtually no strencth and weighing not 110. And yet whoever killed Pardoe strug- gled with himâ€"had to fight to do it. Come on; I’m ready if you are." “But the motive,” I began. “Hang the motive,” said she, her dark eyes snapping at last. with the zest of the chase. “What We want to1 know is who did it?” “Well, who did?” “Just you apply my little ruIFthei law of logical exclusion, and you’ll find out.” The reporters had disappeared, all; sending away the first parts of their; stories so as to be back on the scene” for late developments. And this I noticed with satisfaction, for I knew that the crisis was at hand. to rest on her. “But how on earth did you ever' guess it?" I asked. “What ever gave you a hint as to the motive?” “My boy,” she answeredâ€"looking, by the way, five years my junior-â€" “how often must I tell you that motive is not a thing to be regarded in this particular uclass of murder case? I’d never have got him if I’d looked for one. There were only two people who could have committed that murder, because the doors and windows were locked, and there were only two peo- ple besides the victim in the houseâ€" this man and the housekeeper. The struggle showed that there had been a fight; in a fight the housekeeper couldn’t have stood up against that chap for one minute. That let her out. Only one other person remainâ€" ed, so I got a warrant and arrested him.” (The End.) m‘.’â€"_ __ The Page Millions. Wembley‘s sudden leap into fame frcm a rather obscure suburb of Lon- “I found some letters in her trunk to-day. Those were the letters which old Pardoe had first written and then, changing his mind, had got from her and put in his desk in the library. They were love-letters, written while he was abroad last year. They were promises‘of marriage. The gay old boy had made love to her, and then had thrown her over. She either Went to steal the letters and was caught, or else she just killed the .fellow for revenge, and then took the letters so as to leave no trace of a reason for her killing him. Oh, I tell you, my boy, you’ve got to look for a motive in a case like thisâ€"and when you’ve got the motive you’ve got the criminal!” The general truth of this proposi- tion I was willing to admit, but here, I declared, was the exception which proved the ruleâ€"and so I r'ontinued my way to the apartments of Frances Baird. None Will Satisfy The finest green tea produced in the world. â€" Ask for a trial package. fllEE SAMPLE of GREEN IEA UPON REQUEST. “SILIOA.” TORONTO By Process of Exclusion jum-ped into one of their many In trouble again, Sammy?" she PART III BY REGINALD WRIGHT KAUFFMAN liKe pure. deliciou- GREEN TEA ’ As briefly as possible, I told her all that I have here set down. l “Yes,” she replied yawning. “I {know nearly all of thatâ€"except about Ithe double life of the housekeeper. I ;even had a mind to take a try at that ten thousand, but I did want to finish ‘the tenth book before to-morrow night, when I have to lecture on Spenser before the Rochester Wo- lman’s Club.” asked as I bounced in upon her. and interrupted her reading of "The Faerie Queen”~â€"the favorite amuse- ment of this strange young woman. “Frank,” I appealed, “for Heaven’s ‘sake, help me out! This woman is innocent!” “Of course she is.” “What? You think so?” “I’m certain.” “Then save her, Frankâ€"” “All right, all right!” she replied in the bone in which one quiets a fret- ting child. “I’ll go down there with you.” ways calls. She had risen languidly and was putting on her coat. I took up the little black handâ€"bag which she a1- There was a whispered consultation with the policeman at the door and» then we rang the bell. Several re.- marks had been exchanged, but I had heard only the one 'to the efiect that the arrest of Miss Packer had been postponed until morning. As before, the Irishman opened the door Frank’s face was all smiles. “We must see Mr. Pardoe at once, please,” she said. “Ye can’t," began the blustering fel- low, and then stopped short. Miss Baird had calmly presented a revolver and was backing him against the wall. “Now, then, my man,” she whisperâ€" ed, “tell us what room your master’s in, and don’t be long about it!” The frightened Irishman pointed silently to the parlor. and we entered. Mr. Pardoe had been sitting at a table in the rear of the room, trying to read by the strong light of a large piano-lamp. His business-like face was even more altered from its acâ€" customed calm than when I had first seen it. He looked at us in astonish- ment, and started to rise. - “Pray. don’t bother to get up. Mr. won “Pray Pardoe,’ il'C kept packed for emergency ll H473 ,onl Mr. ‘VVe “That _is my name, and you have been correctly informed.” formed, Mr. George Pardoe?â€"that is your name, I believe?” J‘And you will really pay this am- ount of money upon the arrest of the murderer?” “Certainly.” “Mr. Pardoe, have you got a cheque-book about you?” At that Mr. Pardoe. began to blus- ter. "Preposterous!" he thundered. “Am I not a reliable business man, and hasn’t my own brother been murder- ed?” Frank reached over with her left hand and grasped the man’s lapel. He started visibly. At the word, George Pardoe started lout of his chair, but before either I or the constable could interfere, Frank had him by the throat and, with her revolver at his temple, had forced him again into his seat. “George Pardoe,” she said, “I ar- rest you for the murder of your bro- ther, Emerson Pardoe. Officer, read the warrant." “M r. Pardoe,” she said, quietly, but meaningly, and fixing him with her eyes ihe while, “if you don’t make out that cheque, I’ll begin to think you killed him yourself!" Suddenly, with a hurried mumbie, and in a last effort to carry through his bluff, he fumbled in his pockets, produced a cheque book and a foun- tain pen and, in a trembling hand, made out a cheque for ten thousand dollars “to bearer.” “There,” he said, regaimng confi- dence. “And if you are as big a de- tective as you say you are, I will add another cheque for five thousand as a retainer.” “Thank you,” said Frances Baird, “but I am not greedy. I claim the reward ” “What?” “I claim the the murderer.” And that was the end of it. Of course, he blustered and fought and squirmed a‘nd lied, but she had him tight, and within five minutes he was in such a collapse out of pure fright that she had secured a verbal confes- sion to which the cohstable and I were witnesses. 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