theories of
the jar and have read the note. Here it is in plain, cold black and
white--in Dr. Dixon's own handwriting, as you know, and read: 'This
will cure your headache. Dr. Dixon.'"
Alma Willard seemed as one paralyzed. Was Kennedy, who had been
engaged by her father to defend her fiancé, about to convict him?
"Before we draw the final conclusion," continued Kennedy gravely,
"there are one or two points I wish to elaborate. Walter, will you open
that door into the main hall?"
I did so, and two policemen stepped in with a prisoner. It was Thurston,
but changed almost beyond recognition. His clothes were worn, his
beard shaved off, and he had a generally hunted appearance.
Thurston was visibly nervous. Apparently he had heard all that
Kennedy had said and intended he should hear, for as he entered he
almost broke away from the police officers in his eagerness to speak.
"Before God," he cried dramatically, "I am as innocent as you are of
this crime, Professor Kennedy."
"Are you prepared to swear before me." almost shouted Kennedy, his
eyes blazing, "that you were never served properly by your wife's
lawyers in that suit?"
The man cringed back as if a stinging blow had been delivered between
his eyes. As he met Craig's fixed glare he knew there was no hope.
Slowly, as if the words were being wrung from him syllable by syllable,
he said in a muffled voice:
"No, I perjured myself. I was served in that suit. But--"
"And you swore falsely before Kimmel that you were not?" persisted
Kennedy.
"Yes," he murmured. "But--"
"And you are prepared now to make another affidavit to that effect?"
"Yes," he replied. "If--"
"No buts or ifs, Thurston," cried Kennedy sarcastically. 'What did you
make that affidavit for? What is your story?"
"Kimmel sent for me. I did not go to him. He offered to pay my debts if
I would swear to such a statement. I did not ask why or for whom. I
swore to it and gave him a list of my creditors. I waited until they were
paid. Then my conscience"--I could not help revolting at the thought of
conscience in such a wretch, and the word itself seemed to stick in his
throat as he went on and saw how feeble an impression he was making
on us--"my conscience began to trouble me. I determined to see Vera,
tell her all, and find out whether it was she who wanted this statement. I
saw her. When at last I told her, she scorned me. I can confirm that, for
as I left a man entered. I now knew how grossly I had sinned, in
listening to Mose Kimmel. I fled. I disappeared in Maine. I travelled.
Every day my money grew less. At last I was overtaken, captured, and
brought back here."
He stopped and sank wretchedly down in a chair and covered his face
with his hands.
"A likely story," muttered Leland in my ear.
Kennedy was working quickly. Motioning the officers to be seated by
Thurston, he uncovered a jar which he had placed on the table. The
color had now appeared in Alma's cheeks, as if hope had again sprung
in her heart, and I fancied that Halsey Post saw his claim on her favor
declining correspondingly.
"I want you to examine the letters in this case with me," continued
Kennedy. "Take the letter which I read from Miss Lytton, which was
found following the strange disappearance of the note from Thurston."
He dipped a pen into a little bottle, and wrote on a piece of paper:
* * * * *
What is your opinion about Cross's Headache Cure? Would you
recommend it for a nervous headache?
Burgess Thurston,
c/o Mrs. S. Boncour.
* * * * *
Craig held up the writing so that we could all see that he had written
what Dixon declared Thurston wrote in the note that had disappeared.
Then he dipped another pen into a second bottle, and for some time he
scrawled on another sheet of paper. He held it up, but it was still
perfectly blank.
"Now," he added, "I am going to give a little demonstration which I
expect to be successful only in a measure. Here in the open sunshine by
this window I am going to place these two sheets of paper side by side.
It will take longer than I care to wait to make my demonstration
complete, but I can do enough to convince you."
For a quarter of an hour we sat in silence, wondering what he would do
next. At last he beckoned us over to the window. As we approached he
said, "On sheet number one I have written with quinoline; on sheet
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