The Secret of Lonesome Cove

ach other are not facts,

the Nook where Kent, Sedgwick and Lawyer Bain were holding late council

Bain. "The chore in this case is

is case are as plentiful as blackberries. The

Len Schlager's," sugg

s remarkable that the newspapers haven't sent

so much fake stuff has come out of Lonesome Cov

stupidity of professional detectives is the shrewdness of tr

etting much of anywher

p in a day," remarked Kent. "In this one we

?" asked

tt Jim. What do you think, Mr. Bain, is

h conviction. "He's as crook

re much money t

ase was in the line of blackmail,

must be gettin

s orders. Of course he'll take money too, i

good and sufficient reasons, they are keeping that information to

bribed 'em,"

How improbable it is that a murderer-allowing, for argument, that there has been murder-who would go as far as to cover his tr

f find, then, in the

erchief with a d

ad him to the iden

y assume, who was willing to pay rou

be the murderer, would

don't t

lawyer. "He's the one natura

dismiss the notion

emanded bot

e was no murd

ake that out?

of the wounds t

such wounds as would be made

six inches in diameter, impinging on the right ear, is crushed in. If you can imagine a man swinging a baseball bat at the height of his shoulde

bove would be the na

such blow ever

it made?" as

l from the cliff t

e the manacle from

cle was never on

conjecture,"

break that iron, old as it is, must have l

e handcuff on a woman and

ther was not l

was it,

f some other pe

woman to himself?" said

ly the other

en more un

t your mysterious visitor, while talking with you, carri

an have in dressing herself up like a party, go

e left wrist of the body; therefore, it was on the right wrist of the unknown companion. It is natural to perform a quick de

man broke

man with a badly bruised right wrist, I should consider the tr

n Schlager and the doc. Anything mo

to his host. "This affair is really becoming a very pretty prob

ho

ch in the ci

g to trail the woman, I chanced upon him

. The cry, he thought, was in a man's voice. Simon P

in a cry? What

hundred unthinkable thin

s going to a rendezvous, wasn't she? Then she and the man she went

he han

course, is the inexplicable thing. But don't

N

at do yo

d up in whatever tragedy there was going. You've an unfortunate knack of manufacturing evidence agains

't see

hat the last thing the sheriff

I d

ntification is what he dreaded. Danger of identification is now over. If any one should be arrested, the bod

ainly getti

esent. Well

s from the hotel and stay here

rvous?" inq

think I could make y

I don't believe I'd better. When I'

ublic hotel! Queer notio

as I pay my bills. I'm among strangers; I'm not interfered with. No hous

gloom for the first time, he said, "It seems pretty tough that I should be in all this

he delivered himself as follows: "Sedgwick"-puff-"try"-puff-"to forget

ow should I?

olutely on the"-puff-puff-

soon as he left. Sedgwick's figure loomed, tall and spare, in the radiance. The artist was standing before his easel, looking down

at quest," he said.

ther and battling, the one for life, the other for some mysterious elusive motive that fluttered at the portals of his comprehension like a half-