A GORY VISION.(Continued from First Page.)detective work as lo take a snap shot at him with a kodak.•i*After having given his side of thestory to Tur Sux, Cox. accompanied by a reporter, went down to see “Detective” Mrs. IfeuiieDerger. She at first refused to talk, saying she must consult her husband, but gradually commenced letting fall remarks that betraved what knowledge she had of the a flair, which was that she onlyi •had the story of tlie woman who, it is alleged, heard Mrs. Cox e.^ifess theVstorv. She said that she had no in-%formation whatever from Cincinnati, and as far as she kuew the husband was • not at all implicated in the affair. Mr, Cox sat on a step-ladder near Mrs. Heune-berger when the reporter asked her:Do you know Mr. Cox?”“Ok, yes,” she replied.‘•Know him if vou saw him?'1“Yes,” and she went on to describe him.“Well. I am Mr. Cox,” said that gentleman, starting up. “Is there any thiug you want of me?’’The young woman looked at him for a moment, and then smiled, showing a set of white teeth. “Don’t you suppose 1 cau read eyes? ’ she said. “You ain’t Mr. Cox. Do you suppose he would have nerve enough to come up here and face me?” and the slim young woman drew herself up and tried to look stern as the female detectives in vellow-baek dime romances do.“Oh, you can't fool me,” she continued, “you reporters will have to try some other dodge to get news from me. Oh, I just love adventure! If you're Mr. Cox, be a man and stav here, and face it out,” and she paced the room in a manner quite heroic. She denied all acquaintance with Oilier Pay, the defunct janitor of the little church, and claimed to be working on the case purely for the glory there was in it. She denied taking a snap-short of Mr. Cox, but admitted that she had made a sketch of Airs.