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A Detective Novel and a Motici
The Clutching Hsnd.
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"There must be something new in j
( order to catch criminals nowadays, j
The old methods are all right?as far j
as thev go. But while we have been |
using them, criminals have kept pace
? with modern science." !
H Craig Kennedy laid down his news- \
paper and filled his pipe with my to- i
bacco. In college we had roomed to*
gether, had shared everything, even j
poverty, and now that Craig was a
professor of chemistry in charge of
the laboratory at the university and j
I had a sort of roving commission on j
the staff of the Star, we had continued j
"It has always seemed strange to
me," Ire went on slowly, "that no one
has ever endowed a professorship in
criminal science in any of the large
I tossed aside my own paper and
retrieved the tobacco.
"Why should there be a chair in
criminal science?" I replied argumentatively,
settling back in my chair, j
"I've done my turn at police headquar- j
ters reporting, and I can tell you, :
fVoio- i+'c nrv n 1 o r-o frxr n nrrt- I
it O liV u. v viiVQV w j
^ fessor. Crime is?just crime. And as ;
for dealing with it the great detec- ;
tive is born and bred to it. College j
r professors for the sociology of the
thing?yes: for the detection of it,
L give me a Byrnes."
"On the contrary." persisted Ken- i
nedy, his clean-cut features betraying i
an earnestness which I knew indicated |
^ that he was leading up to something j
Oi importance, uiere is a uislijiui |
place for science in the detection of |
crime. Today we have professors of !
everything?why not professors of i
Still, as I shook my head dubiously,
he hastened to clinch his point. "Colleges
have got down to solving the
hard facts of life, nowadays?pretty
nearly all, except one. They still treat
crime in the old way, study its statistics
and pore over its causes and the
theories of how it can be prevented }
and pun.shed. But as for running down
the criminal himself, scientifically, re*
lentlessly?bah! we haven't made
enough nrogrress to mention since the
hammer and tongs method of your
"Doubtless you will write a brochure
on this most interesting subject," I
suggested, "and let it go at that."
"No, I am serious," he replied, determined
for some reason or other to
make a convert of me. "I mean exactly
what I say. I am going to apply
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science to me aeiecuun tn cnmc, mc
Lsame sort of methods by which we
trace out the presence of a mysterious
chemical or track down a deadly
germ. And before I have gone far, I
am going to enlist Walter Jameson
as an aid. I think I shall need you
in my business."
"How do I come in?" I asked.
Ik "Well, for one thing, you will get a
recoop,' a 'beat'?whatever you call
It in that newspaper jargon of yours."
u "Fortunately, Walter," he pursued,
mhe crime-hunters have gone ahead in
Hience faster than the criminals. It's
^e my job to catch criminals. Yours,
ems to me, is to show people how
Bean never hope to beat the modMscientific
Bgo as far as you like," I exclaimed,
Knvinced at last.
r And so it was that we formed this
strange new partnership in crime sci
renco tliat lias existea ever since.
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"Jameson, here's a story I wish
you'd follow up," iemarked the managing
editor of the Star to me one
evening after I had turned in an assignment
of the late afternoon.
He handed me a clipping from the
evening edition of the Star, and I j
quickly ran my eye over the headline: j
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NEW YORK MYSTERIOUS MASTER
Gitv Police ComDletelv Baffled I
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"Here's this murder of Fletcher, the ;
retired banker and trustee of the uni- j
L versity," he explained. "Not a clue?
K except a warning letter signed with
this mysterious clutching list. Last
week it was the robbery of the Hax- 1
worth jewels and the killing of old !
Haxworth. Again that curious sign of ;
the hand. Then th?re was the dastard- j
ly attempt on Sherburne, the steel ]
f magnate. race of the assail-j
ant except this same clutching fist. So j
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it ha? gone, Jameson?the most alarming
and inexplicable series of murders !
that lias ever happened in this conn- ;
try. And nothing but this uncanny \
hand to trace them by."
The e.litor paused a moment, then j
exclaimed: "Why, this feller seems |
to take a diabolical?I might almost j
say pathological?pleasure in crimes I
of olence, revenge, avarice and self-]
protection. Sometimes it seems as :r
he delights in the pure deviltry of the I
thing. It is weird."
He leaned over and spoke in a low-,
tense tone. "Strangest of all, the tip
has just come to us that Fletcher, Haxworth,
Sherburne and all the rest of I
these , wealthy men were insured in
the Consolidated Mutual Life. Now,
Jameson, I want you to find Taylor i
Dodge, the president, and interview
him. Get what you can, at any cost."
I had naturally thought first of Kennedy,
but there was no time now to
call him up and, besides, I must see
Dodge, I discovered over the telephone,
was not at home nor at any of
the clubs to which he belonged. Late
though it was I concluded that he was
at his office. No amount of persuasion
could get me past the door, and,
though I found out later and shall tell
soon what was going on there, I de- j
termined, about nine o'clock, that the I
best way to get at Dcdge was to go to i
his house 011 Fifth avenue, if I had j :
to camp on his front doorstep until j
morning. The harder I found the story
to get the more I wanted it.
With some misgivings about being
admitted, I rang the bell of the splendid,
though not very modern, Dodge
residence. An English butler, with a
nose that must have been his fortune,
opened the door and gravely informed
me that Mr. Dodge was not at home,
but was expected at any moment.
Once in, I was not going lightly to
give up that advantage. I bethought :
mveolf Viio rJuucVitor TT!1airiCi r*T1P f)f I
the most popular debutantes of the
season, and sent in my card to her, on
a chance of interesting her and seeing
her father, writing on the bottom of
the card: "Would like to interview
Mr. Dodge regarding Clutching Hand."
Summoning up what assurance I
had, which is sometimes considerable,
I followed the butler down the hall a
he bore r.iy card. As he opened the ;
door of the drawing-room, I caught a i
vision 01 a sup 01 a gin in evening
Elaine Dodge was both the ingenue
and the athlete?the thoroughly modern
type of girl?equally at home with
tennis and tango, table talk and tea.
Near her I recognized from his pictures
Harry Bennett, the rising young j
corporation lawyer, a mighty goodlooking
fellow, with an affable, pleas- I
ing way about him, perhaps thirty-five j
years old or so, but already prominent 1
and quite friendly with Dodge.
"Who is it, Jennings?" she asked.
"A reporter, Miss Dodge," answered
the butler, glancing superciliously back ;
at me. "And you know how your father j
dislikes to see anyone here at the j <
house," he added deferentially to her.
"Miss Dodge," I pleaded, bowing as i
if I had kno^vn them all my life, "I've <
been trying to find your father all the
evening. It's very important."
She looked up at me surprised and in 1
doubt whether to laugh or stamp her i J
pretty little foot in indignation at my ; ]
stupendous nerve. ! (
She laughed. "You are a very brave ; (
young man," she rippled with a roguish j
look at Bennett's discomfiture over the ; i
interruption of the tete-a-tete.
There was a note of seriousness in j 1
it, too. that made me ask quickly, j
"Why?" | ^
The smile flitted from her face, and i 1
? ?,1 rt w /\ n AV !
in lis pia.ce Ccimr <x nauiv caiucai c.-i.- i
pression, which 1 later learned to like j ^
and respect very much. "My father has j ]
declared he will eat the very next re-; ,
porter who tries to interview him j
here," she answered.
I was about to prolong the waiting i
time by some jolly about such a stun- ^
ning girl not having by any possibil- ^ ^
lty such a cannibal of a parent, when j 1
the rattle of the changing gears of a j 1
car outside tcld of the approach of a ; ,
The big front door opened and i
Elaine flung herself in the arms of an
elderly, stern-faced, gray-haired man. ]
"Why, dad," she cried, "where have
you been? I missed you so much at i
dinner. I'll be so glad when this ter-!
rible business gets cleared up. Tell? ' 1
me. What is on your mind? What is ; *
it that worries you now?"
i noncea men mai uoage seemea *
wrought up and a bit unnerved, for he
sank rather heavily into a chair,
brushed his face with his handkerchief
and breathed heavily. Elaine hovered
over him solicitously, repeating her
With a mighty effort he seemed to
get himself together. He rose and j
turned to Bennett. j
"Harry,'; he exclaimed, "I've got the !
Clutching Hand!" j
The two men stared at each other. |
"Yes," continued Dodge. "I've found j '
out how tc trace it, and tomorrow I j ;
am going to sot. the glaims of the city ' <
at rest by exposing;?" t
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Just then Dodge caught sight of rae.
For the moment I t iought perhaps he
was soing to fulfil his threat.
"Who the devil?why didn't you tell
me a reporter was here,-Jennings?" he i
f puttered indignantly, pointing toward
the door. <
Argument, entreaty, were of no!
avail. There was nothing to do but go. I <
At least, I reflected, I had the great- j <
er part of the story?all except the one ;
big thing, however?the name of the ; i
criminal. But Dodge would know him 1
I nurriea DacK 10 me oiar 10 write ;
my story in time to catch the last j ?
morning edition. j ]
Meanwhile, if f may anticipate my j *
story, I must tell of what we later ! i
learned had happened to Dodge so i
completely to upset him. | i
Ever since the Consolidated Mutual
had been hit by the murders he had had 1
many lines out in the hope of enmeshing
the perpetrator. That night, as I J
found out the next day, he had at last 1
heard of a clue. One of the company's J
detectives had brought in a red-headed,
lame, partly paralyzed crook, who
enjoyed the expressive monniker of j I
"Limpy Red." Limpy Red was a j 1
gunman of some renown, evil-faced 1
and, having nothing much to lose, dcs- \ <
Derate. Whoever the master criminal! s
of tbe clutching hand might have been !
he had seen f to employ Limpy, but1 1
had not taken the precaution of getting (
rid oi him soon enough when he was i
through. j t
Therefore Limpy had a grievance,: >
and now descended under pressure to
the low level of snitching to Dodge in j ]
his office. j i
">"o, governor," the trembling i 1
wretch had said as he handed over a ; 1
grimy envelope, x axil l never seen | 1
his face?but here is directions how to I ?
fip.d bis hangout."
As Limpy ambled out, he turned to
Dodge, quivering at the enormity of his
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'Don't Let On How You Found Out!"
mpardonable sin in gangland: ""For c
rod's sake, governor," he implored, r
'don't let on how you found out!" v
And yet Limpy Red had scarcely left t
svith his promise not to tell, when t
Dodge, happening to turn over some c
papers, came upon an envelope left
)n his own desk, bearing that mysteri- a
jus clutching hand! j r
i He tore it open, and read in amazenent:
"Destroy Limpy Red's instructions li
ivithin the next hour." I t
Dodge'gazed about in wonder. This | C
5vas getting on his nerves. He de-1 h
:ermined to go home and rest. f
Outside the house, as he left his car, c
pasted over the monogram on the door. \ s
ae had found another note, with the c
same weird mark and the single word:
In spite of the pleadings of young g
Bennett, Dodge refused to take warn- a
ing. In the safe in his beautifully d
fitted library he deposited Limpy's doc- to
iiment in an envelope containing all j
the correspondence thai had led up to 11
the final step in the discovery.
It was late in the evening when I f
returned to our apartment and, not
finding Kennedy there, knew that I j 1
svould discover him at the laboratory. c
"Craig," I cried as I burst in on *
iim. "I've got a case for you?greater .
;han any ever before." *
Kennedv looked up calmlv from the
nick of scientific instruments that surrounded
him?test tubes, beakers,
carefully labeled bottles.
"Indeed?" he remarked, coolly go- e
ing back to his work.
"Yes," I cried. "It is a scientific I 1
criminal who seems to leave no clues." ^
Kennedy looked up gravely. '"Every
criminal leaves a trace," he said quiety.
"If it hasn't been found, then it
rmst be because no one has ever |
ooKed for it in the right way."
Still gazing at ire keenly, lie added: ! ?
'Yt.-s, I already knew there was such | ^
i man at large. f have been called in J .'
)n that Fletcher case?he was a trus:ee
of the university. you knew."
"Aji right," 1 exciaimea. a tittit? j
Dettleil that he should have anticipated |
me even so much in the case. "But j
you haven't heard the latest."
"What is it?" he asked with provoking
"Taylor Dodge," I blurted out, '"has
the clue. Tomorrow he will track down ;
Kennedy fairly jumped as I repeat- j
ea me news.
"How long has he known?" he clemanded
"Perhaps three or four hours," I haz- j
Kennedy gazed at me fixedly.
"Then Taylor Dodge is dead!" he
exclaimed, throwing off his acid-stained I
laboratory jacket, and hurrying into j
lis street clothes.
"Impossible!" I ejaculated.
Kennedy paid no attention to the ob
ipntinn 'Tnme Wnlfpr " hfi ureed. i
'We must hurry before the trail gets
There was something positively uncanny
about Kennedy's assurance. I
ioubted?yet I feared.
It was well past the middle of the i
light when we pulled up in a night- J
lawk tay.icab before the Dodge house, j
mounted the steps and rang the bell, j
Jennings answered sleepily, but not
50 much so that he did not recognize j
lie. He was about to bang the door j
shut when Kennedy interposed his!
"Where is Mr. Dodge?" asked Ken-!
ledy. "Is he all right?"
"Of course he is?in bed," replied !
Just then we heard a faint cry, like !
aothing exactly human. Or was it our j
leiehtened imaginations, under the
spell of the darkness?
"Listen!" cautioned Kennedy.
We did, standing there now in the:
lall. Kennedy was the only one of us ;
,vho was cool. Jennings' face blanched.!
:hen he turned tremblingly and went j
3own to the library door, whence the j
sounds had seemed to come.
He called, but there was no answer.'
Ele turned the knob and opened the
loor. The Dodge library was a large :
'com. In the center stood a big, flat-;
:opped desk of heavy mahogany. It;
vas brilliantly lighted.
At nrtp prirt of the dosk was a tele-1
mone. Taylor Dodg^ was lying on the
ioor at that end of the desk?perfecty
rigid?his face distorted?a ghastly I
igure. A pet dog ran over, sniffed !
'rantically at his master's legs and
suddenly began to howl dismally.
Dodge was dead!
"He p!" shouted Jennings.
Others of the servants came rushng
in. There was, for the moment,
:he greatest excitement and confu-!
Suddenly}'a wild figure in flying gar- j
nents flitted down the stairs and into j
he librarv. dropping beside the dead \
>i&n, without seeming to notice us at '
"Father!" shrieked a woman's voice, ;
leart-broken. "Father! Oh?my God j
?he?he is dead!" .
It was Elaine Dodge. I
Withv a mighty effort, the heroic girl i
leemed to pull herself together.
"Jennings," she cried, "call Mr. BenLett?immediately!"
From the one-sided, excited conver- .
ation of the butler over the telephone, J
gathered that Bennett naa Deen in i
he process of disrobing in his own ;
.partment uptown, and would be right!
Together, Kennedy, Elaine and my-;
elf lifted Dodge to a sofa and Elaine's |
.unt, Josephine, with whom she lived, !
,ppeared on the scene, trying to quiet:
he sobbing girl. i
Kpnnpdv and I withdrew a little way, !
.nd he looked about curiously.
"What was it?" I whispered. "Was ;
t natural, an accident, or?or mur- j ,
ier?" The word seemed to stick in i
ay throat. If it was a murder, what j .
,-as the motive? Could it have been .
o get the evidence which Dodge had 1
hat would incriminate the master i
Kennedy moved over quietly and ex-'
.mined the body of Dodge. When he j
fnno ?-> o r? n no/in 1 io r Tnnlr
U&t? Hi>D la^/C iian. u pwuAiu* iuvu. i
"Terrible!" he whispered to me. j ,
Apparently he had been working at' .
is accustomed place at the desk when |
he telephone rang. He rose and
rossed over to it. See! That brought J .
lis feet on this register let into the
[oor. As he took the telephone re- i
eiver down a flash of light must have!
hot from it to his ear. It shows the '
haracteristic electric burn."
"The motive?" I queried.
"Evidently his pockets had been ,
one through, though none of the valu- .
Viloc moro miccincr Thinp'<3 nn his I
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esk show that a hasty search has
Just then the door opened and Ben-!
ett burst in.
As he stood over the body, gazing j .
own at it, repressing the emotions of j
strong man, he turned to Elaine, and ,
n a low voice exclaimed: "The ]
'hitched Hand did this. I shall conse- ,
rate my life to bring this man to jus- ^
He spoke tensely, and Elaine, look- (
ig up into his face, as if imploring his ]
elp in her hour of need, unable to
peak, merely grasped his hand. I ^
Kennedy, who, in the meantime, had
tood apart from the rest of us, was
xamining the telephone carefully.
"A clever crook," I heard him mut-! i
sr between his teeth. "He must have j ,
;orn gloves. Not a finger print?at ;
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Perhaps I can do no better than to ! <
econstruct the crime as Kennedy i <
iter pieced these sL rtling events to- 1
Long after I had left and even after i i
iennett li;t. Dodge continued working t
1 his library, f:,<r he was known as a <
rodigious worker. \
Had he taken f.he trouble, however.
to pause and peer out into the moonlight
that Hooded the back of his
house, he might have seen the figure?
of two stealthy crooks crouching in
the half shadows of one of the cellar
windows, one crook, at least, masked.
The masked crook held in his hands
carefully the ends of two wires attached
to au electric feed, and, sending
his pal to keep watch outside, he entered
the cellar of the Dodge house
through a window, whose pane they
had carefully removed. As he came
through the window he dragged the
wires with him, and, after a moment's
reconnoitering, attached them to the
furnace pipe of the old-fashioned hotair
heater, where the pipe ran up
through the floor to the library above.
The other wire was quickly attached
to the telephone where its wires entered.
Upstairs Dodge, evidently uneasy in
his mind about the precious Limny
Red letter, took it from the safe along
with most of the other correspondence
and, pressing a hidden spring in the
wall, opened a secret panel and placed
most of the important documents in
this hiriin? nlnrp
Downstairs the masked master criminal
had already attached a voltmeter
to the wires he had installed, waiting.
Just then could be heard the tinkle
of Dodge's telephone, and the old man
rose to answer it. As he did so he
placed his foot on the iron register,
his hand taking the telephone and the
receiver. At that instant came a powerful
electric flash. Dodge sank on the
floor, clutching the instrument, electrocuted.
A moment later the criminal slid
silently into Dodge's room. Carefully
putting on rubber gloves and avoiding
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touching the register, he wrenched the
telephone from the ?rasp of the dead
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aIlllII, replacing il 111 lis uuimai ijvjoition.
Only for a second did he i-.? .oe
to look at his victim as/he destroyed
the evidence of his work.
Minute? were precious. First Dodge's
pockets, then his aesk engaged his attention.
There was left the safe.
As he approached the strong box,
the master criminal took two vials
from his pocket. Removing a bust of
Webster that stood on the safe, he
poured the contents of the vials in two
mixed masses of powder, forming a
heap on the safe, into which he inserted
two magnesium wires.
He lighted them, sprang back, hiding
his eyes from the light, and a
blinding ^ush of flame, lasting perhaps
ten seconds, poured out from the
top of. the safe.
It was not an explosion, but just a
dazzling, intense flame that sizzled and
crackled. It seemed impossible, but
the glowing mass was literally sinking,
sinking down into the cold steel.
At last it burned through?as if the
safe had been of tinder!
Without waiting a moment longer
than necessary, the masked criminal
advanced again and actually put his
hands down througn the top of the
safe, pulling out a bunch of papers.
Quickly he thrust them all, with just
a glance, into his pocket.
Still working quickly, he took the
bust of the great orator, which he had
removed, and placed it under the light.
Next, from his pocket He drew two
curious stencils, as it were, which he
had apparently carefully prepared.
With his hands, still carefully gloved,
he rubbed the stencils on his hair, as
if to cover them with a film of natural
oils. Then he deliberately pressed
them over the statue in several
places. It was a peculiar action, and
he seemed to fairly gloat over it when
it wras done and the bust returned to
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As noiselessly -as he had come, he
made his exit after one last malignant
look at Dodge. It was now but the
work of a moment to remove the wires
lie had placed and climb out of the
window, taking them and destroying
the evidence down in the cellar.
A lowr whistle from the masked
:rook, now again in the shadow,
brought his pal stealthily to his side.
"It's all right," he whispered hoarsely
to the man. "Now you attend to
The villainous looking pal nodded
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made their getaway, safely, in opposite
When Limpy Red, still trembling,
eft the office of Dodge earlier in the
evening, he had repaired as fast as his ;
shambling feet would take him to his j
:avorite dive lip on Park Row.
Had the Bowery "sinkers" not got j
nto his eyes he might have noticed j
imong the late revelers a man who j
;poke* to no cr.o, but took his place :
iear by at the bar.
Limpy had Ion?: since reached the
! point of saturation and lurching forth
'rom his new found cronies he sought
other fields of excitement. Likewise
did the newcomer, who bore a strange
resemblance to the lookout who had
been stationed outside at the Dodge
house a scant half hour before.
! What hannened l.ifpr was onlv a
matter of seconds?and waiting until
the hated snitch?for gangdom hates
the informer worse than anything else
dead or alive?had turned a sufficiently
dark and deserted corner,
j A muffled thud, a stifled groan followed
as a heavy section of lead pip?
wrapped in a newspaper descended on
! the crass skull of Limpy.
It was the vengeance of the Clutching
Hand?swift, sure, remorseless.
And yet it had not been a night of
complete success for the master criminal.
as anyone might have seen who
could have followed his sinuous route
to a place of greater safety. Unabla
to wait longer, he pulled the papers
hp hart talrpn frnm thp ssfo frnm his
pocket. His chagrin at finding most
of them to be blank found only one '
expression of foiled fury?that menacing
clutching hand?the real one!
Kennedy had turned from his futila
examination for marks on the telephone.
There stood the safe, a mode?*
ate sized strong box, but of a modern
type. He tried the door. It was locked.
There was not a mark on it. The combination
had not been tampered with.
Nor had there been any attempt to
"soup]' the safe.
With a quick motion he felt in his
pocket as if looking for gloves. Finding
none, he glanced about and seized
two pieces of paper from the desk.
tly Into Dodge's Room.
With them, in order not to confuse
any possible finger prints on the bust,
he lifted it off.
I gave a gasp of surprise.
There, in the top of the safe,
yawned a gaping hole, through which
, one could have thrust his arm!
"What is it?" we asked, crowding
"Thermit," he replied laconically.
"Thermit?" I repeated.
"Yes?a compound of iron oxide and
powdered aluminum, invented by a
chemist at Essen, Germany. It gives
a temperature of over five thousand
degrees. It will eat its way through
the strongest steel." j
Jennings, his mouth wide open with
wonder, advanced to take the bust
"No?don't touch it," he waved him
off, laying the bust on the desk. "I
want no one to touch it?don't you
see how careful I was to use the
paper, that there might be no ques
tion about any clue this fellow may
have left on the marble?"
As he spoke, Craig was dusting over
the surface of the bust with some
"Look!" exclaimed Craig suddenly.
"Finger prints!" I cried excitedly.
"Yes," nodded Kennedy, studying
them closely. "A clue?perhaps."
"What?those little marks?a clue?"
asked a voice behind us.
I turned and saw Elaine looking
over our shoulders, fascinated. It was
evidently the first time slie had real
ized that Kennedy was in the roon:.
"How can you tell anything by;
that?" she asked.
"Why, easily,"' he answered, picking
up a glass paper weight which
lay on the desk. "You see, I place
my finger on tms weignt?so. iou
could see it even without the powder
on this glass. Do you see those lines?
I There are various types of markings
I ?four general types?and each per|
sons' markings are different, even if
of the same general type?loop, whorl,
arch or composite."
He continued working as he talked..
"Your thumb marks, for example,
Miss Dodge, are different from mine.
Mr. Jameson's are different from both
of us. And this fellow's finger prints
are still different. It is mathematically
impossible to find two alike in
i every respect."
Kennedy was holding the paper
weight near the bust as he talked.
I shall never forget the look of
blank amazement on his face as he
i bent over closer.
j 'Tuv God!" he exclaimed excitedly
"this fellow is a master criminal! Ho.
has made stencils or something c?<
the sort on which, by some mechanical
nrocess, he has actually forged
the hitherto infallible finger prints!"
I, too. bent over and studied the
marks on the bust and those Kennedy
had made 011 the paper weight to
THE FIXGER PRINTS OX THE
RUST WERE KEXXEDY'S OWN.
(TO 13E CONTINUED.) _ _J