The Spruce Street Tragedy; or, Old Spicer Handles a Double Mystery. Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury

about the matter, sir."

      "I am sorry to hear that."

      "If Mr. Neustrom were home, he might know. He's pretty well posted."

      "Then he's not in the house at present?"

      "No, sir; he went out a little while ago with one of the detectives."

      "That's very unfortunate. But as it happens, I also am pretty well posted in the law."

      "You are?"

      "Yes, ma'am, and I assure you, in such cases, the law places unlimited authority in the hands of the coroner."

      "It does?"

      "Yes, ma'am, and he has ordered me to get Miss Minnie's testimony. I have also the authority of the late Mrs. Ernst's executor to back me. In short, I am employed by these two gentlemen."

      "And who may you be, sir?"

      "My name is Spicer – Mark Spicer," answered the detective with a polite bow. "It's just possible you may have heard of me before."

      "Oh!" exclaimed Minnie Neustrom, eagerly. "Old Spicer! Of course, auntie, I shall tell him everything."

      "Why, certainly, my dear," answered her aunt, "especially as it's the law."

      Old Spicer smiled quietly, and turning to the young lady, said:

      "You saw three strange men hovering round the premises until nearly midnight, I believe?"

      "Two, not three, sir," answered Minnie.

      "Only two? I understood you said three."

      "No, sir; there were only two."

      "What first attracted your attention to them, Miss Neustrom?"

      "Their loud talking, sir."

      "Loud talking, eh? Where were they when you first heard them?"

      "In Mrs. Ernst's kitchen, I think."

      "How did it happen that you were up so late last night?"

      "I had been down-town, and did not reach home until after half-past ten o'clock."

      "And you did not go to bed at once when you did reach home?"

      "No, sir. Before I retired, auntie, here, asked me to lock the woodshed door."

      "Where is your woodshed?"

      "In the yard, in the rear of the house; and in order to reach it I was obliged to go down two flights of stairs. You may think it strange, sir, but even while I was obeying the instructions of my aunt a horrible dread that something awful was soon to occur came over me, and my trip to the woodshed was made literally in fear and trembling."

      "Then, I take it, you were not long in accomplishing your purpose?"

      "No, indeed, it took but a second to bolt the woodshed door, and an additional minute or two for me to retrace my steps."

      "And then you went to your window?"

      "Yes, sir; for, you see, from the window of my room, a person can look down on the rear apartment windows of the basement. I raised the window, but could not hear the words used in the basement below, although the parties there seemed to be still quarreling with their tongues."

      "Were they Germans?" asked Old Spicer.

      "No, sir; I am quite positive they were not."

      "What makes you so sure about it?"

      "Because the indistinct utterances I overheard did not sound at all like those coming from a Teutonic tongue."

      "You caught sight of these parties at last, did you not?"

      "Yes, sir; just before I went to bed I saw from my window the forms of two men issuing from the basement and prowling in the yard."

      "Would you know those men again?"

      "Good gracious! no, sir."

      "Why not?"

      "A heavy fog had settled in the neighborhood, making it impossible for me to obtain a clear view of them, or, indeed, of any objects forty feet away."

      "When you found you couldn't make out who they were, what did you do?"

      "I went to bed."

      "A very wise proceeding, I must confess." Then abruptly:

      "Miss Neustrom, I would like to see you alone for a few minutes."

      The girl started and looked at her aunt.

      That good woman seemed bewildered, and didn't know what to say.

      "I shall not detain you for more than a few minutes," said the detective in a reassuring tone. "This room will do," and he pointed to what might have been the dining-room.

      "Come, then," said Minnie, and, opening the door, she led the way into the next apartment.

      They remained together for more than a quarter of an hour, and then Old Spicer took his leave.

      Where he spent the rest of the day is not positively known; but that night, at nine o'clock, he sat in his own back parlor, calmly waiting the coming of Seth Stricket and George Morgan.

      At length, within a few minutes of each other, they both arrived, and as soon as they were seated, Old Spicer impatiently asked:

      "Well, what have you to tell me? I suppose you have found out something of importance?"

      "Who shall speak first?" asked George, with a smile.

      "Let's hear from you," said the old detective.

      "Very well," was the reply. "The first thing of importance I have to mention is the traces of footprints I found in the yard just north of the Ernst homestead."

      "Ah! footprints, eh? Were they plain – distinct?"

      "Some of them were quite so. You see, the parties, whoever they were, that went through this yard, walked over ground that has been recently planted with vegetables, and the tracks of their boots or shoes are still discernible."

      "But have you any good reason for supposing these tracks were made by the parties we are looking for?"

      "It is quite evident, from the direction they take, that those who made them came from the Ernst back yard, and proceeded to the fence on the north boundary-line of the property next beyond. There are also what I regard as unmistakable signs on the high board fence where some one tried to climb that fence very recently."

      "You measured the footprints?"

      "Yes, sir."

      "Could you get casts of them?"

      "I managed to get two or three, but none that are quite perfect."

      "That's all well enough, George," said Old Spicer, after a moment's reflection; "and yet what I can't quite understand is why the murderers should have taken the trouble to climb that fence and go across that yard, when it would have been much more convenient for them to have walked right out the front door of the barroom, for no one, so far as I can learn, was on the street at that hour. Then, too, such a course would have taken them clear of high fences, back yards, and a possible watch-dog."

      "I can't explain the matter," smiled George; "but there are the marks on the fence, and there are the footprints."

      "Well, they shall have due consideration, of course. And now what next?"

      "The next piece of information I have to offer is – there's a woman in the case!"

      "So? Well, there generally is. What evidence have you got on this point?"

      "You know how many handkerchiefs were used in binding the poor old woman's limbs and in gagging her?"

      "Yes, five, at least, I should say."

      "And then, you remember, Woodford found another?"

      "Yes, marked 'S. S.'"

      "And now I have found still another, which is certainly the property of a woman."

      "Is there any mark upon it?"

      "Yes. I have found the initials 'E. B.,' or 'C. B.,' in one corner, and there yet lingers in it