VIII - THE MILK BOTTLE––––––––
“NOTHING BUT an old milk bottle!” exclaimed Berg, disgustedly, as the exhibit was placed before him on the table.
That’s all it was, and yet somehow the commonplace thing looked uncanny when considered as evidence in a murder case. But was it evidence? Or was it merely the remnant of a last week’s picnic in the woods?
A search of the Swede’s house had brought the thing to light, and now the big fellow told again of his finding it.
Buried, he declared it was, not fifty feet from where he had seen the dying man. He had not thought at first, that it had any connection with the murder, and had taken it merely on an impulse of thrifty acquisition of anything portable. He told his wife to wash out the ill-smelling contents, and she had done so.
“If you’d only
