The Spruce Street Tragedy
?" asked George Mo
me other means of entrance and exit to this sub-cellar know
kes you
ere. What d
l-hole and it
r fastened o
tain
lately could they have fastened down
ourse
t vault to-night, for instance, could
ainly
e some other way to reach the sub-cellar
e has visited the place since the mu
you expl
Margaret Ernst's basement, through the vault and the other tunnel. They killed the old woman, and, as a blind, filled
or your theory, some one has visited that vault since the murder, and
how do you
o-day's newspaper, which
u've got me th
there must be another e
cour
find i
sir," and the
denly uttered a low exclamation of satisfaction, and Mo
dark opening in the front foundation wall, below the level of t
" asked Geor
you und
ve, I
onnected with a catch-basin at the next corner, where, undoubtedly, there is a ladder, or iron spikes are driven i
is a shrewder thin
we are driven to it, I pr
do
actly how the land lies, l
ir," and they
ematic search of the place. Not a bunk, not a drawer, not a box, not a corner was neglected
al case; and behind a tier of bunks he found a door leading into a smaller vault, originally intended,
veyed the smaller vault, "this may pr
ed the younger detective
istaken, you will see, a
ard the sound of footsteps in the
d Old Spicer, pointing
he tier of bunks, moved them back to their place, and joined George in the inner
ap-door under the table was raised up and a man, of
from under the table than ano
aid this last. "I've got my go
ompanion's coat and h
ng that great, heavy, conspicuous-looking coat at all times and s
erfect goats; shust think uf all der bockets, und vo
I'll say no more about the outlandish-looking thing just
ve vos here," and the young Hebrew picked up the dark-lantern Barney had placed o
When he returned he excl
ere vos somepody peen in der tu
ou know t
es; you
es
kicked apout l
oor for certain; but they may not h
eetle vays anyhow;
Then they may come
I vos dinki
l come to-night, so let's get ahead
dings to trink, Parney?
ng on somebody-if you can. Where's that flask of whisk
t McCarthy's, Parney. I di
ok something.
s shust a leetle drop uv prandy-no
ake, you're a
vot my gi
cellent judg
pet she v
if it is fit for a gentleman to drink.
said Jake, handing him the flask.
luck to your liberal soul," and placing the flask to his
tty good; must be some of McCarthy's best. Better get som
Parney, dot vos an a
ink
ask. "Holy Moses! if I have dot cheek, I vos rich. I voul
me, and I fancy it will assist me through the
doubt of do
you know, Jake, I need a lit
ingly, "I pet you need somedings after t
ng about now?" deman
t all. Now vot you got to told me
o prepare yours
e a goot vhi
ttle tim
to stay in this hole any
ligently in the future, you have got to k
vos dead fas
C?sar
duffer vos ready to bay vot he
cour
do I vont to know
any desire to keep your n
do you mean, Par
tly, and I w
rney, I wi