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THE ATLANTA OEOKdlAX AND NEWS. MONDAY. MAY 5, 1013.
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A DETECTIVE STORY.
rpHf: door of Father Movillan’s
house .swung loosely on Its hinges.
Within was darkness and with
out stood a little group of neighbors.
"Has any one seen Father Movlllan
to-day?" asked one of these.
Two workingmen moved nearer to the
speaker.
"No," said one of them, "we have
not awn him. Why don’t you enter?
The door la njar.”
Tho first speaker detached himself
from the group and entered the house,
tho onlookers whispering among them
selves. Father Movlllan had inherited
$10,000, and had not been seen since
he received the cash. Finally the white
face of the investigator appeared at the
door.
"For God’s sake!" he cried, "come
quick! There has been a murder!’’
The crowd entered the house, and
there before them lay the body of Father
Movlllan In a pool of blood.
After tho first shock was over they
remamberod that it was their duty to
not!IN the police. Before the detectives
arrive^ however, the news of the mur
der had spread, and a great crowd; had
gathered around.
The police investigation revealed the
fact that Father Movillan had received
four deep stab Wounds, and that the
$10,000 was gone. Further investiga
tion was turned over to the master de
tective, James Black, and the next day
he whs on the spot carefully examining
every nook and corner of the house.
As he was about to leave the room
where the murder was done, his eyes
fell upon a broad box standing In a.
corner. On top of the box was a little
heap of ashes, evidently those from a
cigarette.
Black turned to the local detective,
who wati with him and who had known
the murdered man.
“Did Father Movillan smoke?” he
asked.
“No. he did not. smoke, but he used
snuff."
"Indeed," said Black, anii smiled as he
examined the ashes more carefully.
“The fellow smoked Turkish ciga
rettes," he mumbled to himself.
In the square between the church
and the police station the detective
found a cigar store, in the rear of which
was a small restaurant. He went Inside
and sat down at a table.
"Give rne a- cup of coffee." he said to
the proprietor who was acting as a
waiter as well. When the cofTee was
brought he engaged the man in con
versation. asking him a number ot
questions about the town.
Then, after searching through all his
pockets, he said:
"I am all but of cigarettes You don’t
happen to have Nazir, I suppose?”
"Yes, I have.”
“Then please give me a package.*’
The proprietor brought it.
“I don’t suppose you sell many *>i
that brand here?"
"No. They are too expensive. How
ever, I did sell a package of them the
day before yesterday."
"And who was the free spender?” in
quired tho detective.
"A soldier, Jules Balundon, who has
just returned from the maneuvers. He
has served his Term in Paris and there
developed some f extravagant habits
Now lie is homo again with his parents,
who are respectable people, but he
won’t be with them very long, 1 guess.
He spends most of his time at the Gold
en Hen.”
In the afternoon Black went to the
Golden Hen, the be9t. inn in the place
Around the tables a number of man
sat smoking, drinking and talking. Black
glanced about and sat down next to the
two men who were playing cards.
He watched them closely and noticed
that one of them, a rather young ami
handsome man, appeared to be nervous
After a while one of the players stood
up and said that he must leave on ac
count of an appointment. The young
man looked annoyed, and when Black
suggested that he would take the place
of the departing man his offer was
eagerly accepted.
The detective proved himself a good
player, but luck was agiust him and h«
lost most of 1 the time. After a while he
began to fumble through his pockets as
if looking for something.
"What is the matter? Have you lost
anything?" his partner asked.
"No: I thought I had some cigarettes,
but it does not matter at alL”
"Have one of mine," the other said,
as he handed him a package of Naxir
"I see you smoke Turkish cigarettes,
too, like myself.”
"Yes. I do not like French tobacco
It is too strong for me,” he answered
lighting one.
The game went on, and Black learned
that his guess had been right and that
his companion was indeed Jules Balan
don.
Occasionally Balandon struck off tile
ashes of his cigarette in the ash tray
He was greatly interested in the game
and did not observe the detective pocket
some of the ashes.
“Did you ever notice,” Black said
"that the ashes of good tobacco are
much finer and lighter than those of the
ordinary kind?” And he pointed to the
ash tray.
"No, I never thought of that,” Balan
don replied, shuffling the cards.
"Well, then, I am different. It may
sometimes be of the greatest impor
tance.”
"Really, I don’t see”—
"Well, I will show you,” Black said,
producing from his pocket the paper
containing the ashes he had picked tip
earlier in Father Movillan’s room.
"It is as plain as day." he said. •'You
will notice that the ashes in this paper
are exactly like the ashes from your
cigarette, and this is enough for me to
prove that the murderer of Father Mo
villan is Jules Balandon."
He stopped a moment and looked at
Dalandon, who was as white as a sheai
Then he stood up and laid his hand* on
the shoulders of the other players
"In the* nama of the law,” ho said* *1
arrest you.”
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