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The Exploits of Elaine
A Detective Novel and a Motion Picture Drama
By ARTHUR B. REEVE
S The Well-Knowon Novelist and the
rator of theA. ''Cmaig Kennedy "' Stories
Preeated is Coaaboratl With the Pa laers and the Edectic Film CompW
Coprlght, 1914. by the Stat Company. All Foreign Rights Resrveod.
The formation of a partnership as pro
fessor and aide in crime science between
4'raia Kennedy. university ch,emistry pro
fessor, and Walter Jameson, n.rwspaper
man. Is at on(ce followerd by th.eir tecom
ing interest",,i in a series of murders by
a master rimlnnal who (leaves no other
clue to his identity than the signl manual
of a "c1litecing l:and." '' aine Dodge,
wh',,qs father is one of the latetst victims
4of the myrterlos mur, l rr. witn, ases
'th, , fL'nnri')t of K' nr ll y'Jv: in, in- tific in
\v' stlg tlulo of !Its nur,, r .
The "Twilight Sleep."
Kennedy had thrown himself whole
heartedly into the solution of the mys
terious Dodge case.
Far into the night, after the chal
lenge of the, forgetd finger print, he
continued at work, endeavoring to ex
tract a clue from the meager evi
Sdence--a bit of cloth and trace of poi
son already obtained from other cases.
WVe dropped around at the Dodge
house the next morning. Early though
it was, we found Elaine p trifle paler,
but more lovely than ever, and Perry
Bennett, themselves vainly endeavor
ing to solve the mystery of the Clutch
P ing Hand.
They were at Dodge's desk, she in
the big desk chair, he standing beside
her looking over some papers.
"There's nothing there," Bennett
was saying as we entered.
I could not help feeling that he was
gazing down at Elaine a bit more ten
derly than mere business warranted.
"Have you-found anything?" que
rled Elaine anxiously, turning eagerly
"Nothing-yet," he answered, shak
ing his head, but conveying a quiet
idea of confidence in his tone.
Just then Jennings, the butler, en
tered, bringing the morning papers.
Elaine seized the Star and hastily
opened It. On the first page was the
story I had telephoned down very late
in the hope of catching a last city
We all bent over and Craig read
STILL AT LARGE
New York's Master Criminal Remains
Undetected-Perpetrates New Dar
iag Murder and Robbery on Mil
He had scarcely finished reading
the brief but alarming news story that
followed and laid the paper on the
desk when a stone came smashing
through the window from the street.
Startled, we all Jumped to our
feet. Craig. hurried to the window.
Not a soul was in sight!
He stooped and picked up the stone.
To it was attached a piece of pa
per. Quickly he unfolded it and
"Craig Kennedy will give up his
search for the 'Clutching Hand'-or
Later I recalled that there seemed
to be a slight noise downstairs, as if
at the cellar window, through which
the masked man had entered the
In point of fact, one who had been
outside at the time might actually
have seen a sinister face at that cel
lar window, but to us upstairs it was
invisible. The face was that of the
Without another word Kennedy
passed into the drawing room and
took his hat and cot. Both Elaine
and Bennett followed
"I'm afraid I must ask you to x
ease me-otr the preamt" Craig
alas e looked at him axdosl.
"Thon-yg will not let that letter
ntimidate you?" she pleaded, laying
her soft white hband on his arm. "Oh.
Mr. eKsedy," she added -bravely
Tkeepio bck the teirs, "asegae him!
All tho moe in the world woeld be
too ttle to es --t o '--"
At the mere menatio of money Kea
nody'e taee semed to eleod, bet ove
for a moment.
"Ill try," he todd simply.
Elalne did not withdraw her hand
a she ooatianued to look rup at him.
"Mia Dod," he aet on, his voice
wteady, w thoukh he were repressing
sbmething, "I will never take sother
cae until the 'Clntching Had' Is
The look of Irttuade she gave him
weold have been a princely reward
It gs m time aitar them events
that Kgeas, rn, streths what
had hapest mr sats is a strepe
try wa I see st ar the Ids
by t·1 4 Ia an, h. d sm t
a*erlw a d 8itgn-, -ing Go
esting Lase, when an attendant came
in with a card and handed it to me. It
read simply, "Dr. Ludwig Reinstrom,
"Here's that Doctor Reinstrom,
Thompson, about whom my friend in
Germany wrote the other day," I re
marked, nodding to the attendant to
admit Doctor lteinstrom.
I might explain that l hile I was
abrtoad stome tilme ago I madtiae a par
ticular study of the "1-i,. nimerschlaf"
-otherwise, the "twilight sleep"--at
Frei burg here -it was developed, and
att other ptlnces in Germany where the
sbi bi)t had attratcted great attention.
I :as uni'Ich1 inmpressied and had imu
SIt,ted the' treatment to Ili!lijle.
\While we waitted I reached into my
dtlsk and drew out the letter to which !
I referred. which ended. I recall:
"As Doctor ltIinstrom is in Amer
Ica, he will probuably call on you. I
am sure yotu will be gl:ad to know him.
"With kindest regards, I am,
EMIL SC('II\WAItZ. M. D.,
"Director, Leipsic Institute of Medi
"Most happy to meet you, Doctor
Reinstrom." I greeted the new arrival,
as he entered our office.
For several minutes we sat and
chatted of things medical h,'re and
"'What is it, doctor," I asked finally.
"that interests you most in America?"
"Oh," he replied quickly with an ex
pressive gesture, "it is the broadmind
edness with which you adopt the best
from all over the world, regardless of
prejudice. For instance, I am very 1
much interested in the new 'twilight
sleep.' Of course, you have borrowed
it largely from us, but it interests me
to see whether you have modified it
with practice. In fact, I have come to
Hillside sanitarium particularly to see
it used. Perhaps we may learn some
thing from you."
It was most gracious, and both Doc
tor Thompson and myself were
charmed by our visitor. I reached over
and touched a call button and our
head nurse entered from a rear room.
"Are there any operations going on
now?" I asked.
She looked mechanically at her
watch. "Yes, there are two cases, now,
I think," she answered.
"Would you like to follow our tech.
nique?" I asked, turning to Doctor
"I should be delighted," he acqul
A moment later we passed down the
corridor of the sanitarium, still chat
ting. At the door of a ward I spoke
to the attendant, who indicated that a
patient was about to be anesthetized,
and Doctor Relnstrom and I entered
There, in perfect quiet, which is an
essential part of the treatment, were
several woman patients lying in bed
in the ward. Before us two nurses and
a doctor were in attendance on one.
I spoke to the doctor, Doctor
Holmes, by the way, who bowed polite
ly to the distinguished Doctor Rein
strom, then turned quickly to his work.
"Miss Sears," he asked of one of the
nurses, "will you bring me that hypo
"You will see, Doctor Reinstrom," I
injected in a low tone. "that we follow
in the main your Freiburg treatment.
We use scopolamin and narkophin."
I held up the bottle, as I said it, a
rather peculiar shaped bottle, too.
"And the pain?"' he asked.
"Practically the same as in your ex
perience abroad. We do not render
the patient unconscious, but prevent
her from remembering anything that
Doctor Holmes, the attending physi
cian, was just starting the treatment.
Flling his hypodermic, he selected a
spot on the patient's arm where it
had been scrubbed and sterilized, ahd
Injected the narcotic.
"And you say they have no recol
lection of anything that happens?"
"Absolutely none-lf the treatment
is given properly," I replied, con
"Wonderful!" ejaculated Reinstrom
as we left the room.
Now comes the strange part of my
story. After Reinstrom had gone, Doe
tor Holmes, the attending physician
of the woman whom he had seen anres
thetized, missed his syringe and the
bottle of scopolamin.
Holmes, Miss Sears and Miss Stern I
all hunted, but it could not be found.
Others had to be procured.
I thought little of it at the time, but
sinee then it has occurred to me that
it might interest you, Professor Ken- I
nody, and I give it to you for what it
me; be worth.
It was esrly the next morning that I
swoke to lad Kennedy already up and
peaoo frlm ear apartment. I knew he
mut be at the laborator, and, gather
hig the mail, which the postman had I
ut dipped througb the ltter slot. I <
wett ever to the university to se him I
As I aketd over the letters to cllI
wat me va oee In a womaa's hand- I
relin en attractive. aot paper ad
5ie 'C rrLlpJ oa
As I came up the path to the chem
istry building I saw through the win
dow that, in spite of his getting there
early, he was finding it difficult to keep
his mind on his work. It was the first
time I had ever known anything to
interfere with science in his life.
"Well," I exclaimed as I entered,
"yoa are the early bird. Did you have
I tossed down the letters. HIe did
not reply. So I became absorbed in
the morning paper. Still, I did not
neglect to watch him covertly out of
the corner of my eye. Quickly he ran
over the letters, instead of taking
them, one by one, in his usual method
ical way. I quite complimented my
superior acumen. He selected the
A moment Craig looked at it in an
ticipation, then tore it open eagerly.
I was still watching his face over the
top of the paper and was surprised to
see that it showed, first, amazement,
then pain, as though something had
lie read it again-then looked
straight ahead, as if in a daze.
Suddenly he jumped up. bringing his
tightly clenched fist down with a loud
clap into the palm of his hand.
"Ity heaven!" he exclaimed, "I-I
lie strode hastily to the telephone.
Almost. angrily he seized the receiver
and asked for a nunmber.
"Vhh-~whats the matter, Craig!" I
blurted out ea:aerlv.
As he waited for the number, he
threw the letter over to me. I took
it and road:
Professor C'rai" Kennedly,
"Tlh I'niver.aity, The Heights, City.
"I have come to the conclusion that
your work is a hindrance rather than
an assistance in clearing up my
father's death, and I hereby beg to
state that your services are no longer
required. This is a final decision, a:nd
I beg that you will not try to see me
again regarding the matter.
"Very truly yours,
If it had boen a !bomb I could not
have been mere surprised.
I could not make it out.
Kennedy impatiently worked the re
ceiver up and down, repeating the
number. "Hello-hello," he repeated.
"Yes-hello. Is Miss-oh-good morn
ing, Miss Dodge."
lie was hurrying along as if to give
her no chance to cut him off. "I have
just received a letter, Miss Dodge, tell
Th.r Were Marke ef a Jimmy en the Window.
ing me that you don't want me to con
tinue investigating your father's death,
and not to try to see you again
He stopped. I could hear the reply.
"Why-no--Mr. Kennedy, I have
written you no letter."
The look of mingled relief and sur
prfse that crossed Craig's face spoke
"Miss Dodge," he almost shouted,
"this is a new trick of the 'Clutching
Hand.' I-I'll be right over."
Craig hung up the reeciver and
turned from the telephone. Evidently
he was thinking deeply. Suddenly his
face seemed to light up. He made up
his mind to something, and a moment
later he opened the cabinet-that in
exhaustible storehouse from which he
seemed to draw weird and curious in
struments that met the ever new prob
lems which his strange profession
brought to him.
I watched curiously. He took out a
bottle and what looked like a little
hypodermic syringe, thrust them into
his pocket and, for once, oblivious to
my very existence, deliberately walked
out of the laboratory.
I did not propose to be thus cava
lierly dismissed. I suppose it would
have looked ridiculous to a third par
ty, but I followed him as hastily as if
he had tried to shut the door on his
We arrived at the corner above the
Dodge house Just in time to see anoth
"And, Perry." we heard Elaine ay,
as we were ushered la, "someone has
even forged my name-the handwrit
ing and everything-telling Mr. Ken
nedy to drop the case-and I never
She stopped as we entered.
"That's the limit!" exclaimed Ben-"
nert. "Miss I~d,.- has just been tell
"Yes," iI/terrupted Craig. "Lrook.
Miss Dodge, this is it."
lie handed her the letter. She al
most seized it, examining it carefully,
her large eyes opening wider in won
"This is certainly my writing and
my note paper," she murmured, "but
I never wrote the letter''"
Craig looked from the letter to her
keenly. No one said a word. For
a moment Kennedy hesitated, think
"Might I--er--see your room, Miss
Dodger' he asked at length.
"Why, certainly," nodded Elaine, as
she lead the way upstairs:
It was a dainty little room, breath
ing the spirit of its mistress. In fact,
it seemed a sort of profanity as we
all followed in after her. For a mo
ment Kennedy stood still, then he
carefully looked about. At the side
of the bed, near the head, he stooped
and picked up something which he
held in the palm of his hand. I
bent over. Something gleamed in the
morning sunshine-some little thin
pieces of glass. As he tried deftly to
fit the tiny little bits together he
seemed absorbed in thought. Quick
ly he raised it to his nose, as if to
"Ethyl chloride!" he muttered.
wrapping the lices carefully in a
paper and putting them inside his
An instant later he crossesd :the
room to the window and examined it.
"Look!" he exclaimed.
There. pilainly. were marks of a
jimmy which had been inserted near
the lock to pry it olpen.
"Miss Dodge." he asked. "might I
might I trouble you to let me see
\Voonderin;ly she did so. and Ken
nidy bent almost re:, rently over
her plump arm examining it.
On it was a small dark discolora
tic n, around whic.h was a vlight red
ness and tenderness.
"That," ihe said slowly. "is the
mark of a hypodermic n(.,d!o."
As he hnislhd examining Elaine's
arm he drew the letter from nip pock
et. Still facine her he said in a low
tone. "Miss I)odge-you did write this
letter-but under the influence of the
new 'twilight sleep.' "
"Why, Craig." 1 exclaimed excited
ly, "what do you mean?"
"Exactly what I say. With Miss
Dodge's.permission I shall show you.
By a small administration of the drug,
which will Injure you in no way, Miss
Dodge, I think I can bring back the
memory of all that occurred to you
last night. Will you allow me?"
"Mercy, no!" protested her Aunt Jo
sephine, who had entered the room.
"I want the experiment to be tried,"
Elaine said quietly.
A moment later Kennedy had placed
her on a couch in the corner of the
"Now, Mrs. Dodge.' he said, "please
bring me a basin and a toweL"
Aunt Josephine, reconciled, brought
them. Kennedy dropped an antisep
tic tablet into the water and care
fully sterilized Elaine's arm Just above
the spot where the red mark showed.
Then he drew the hypodermic from
his pocket-carefully sterilized it,
also, and filling it with scopolamin
frcm the bottle.
'Jut a moment, Miss Dodge," he
encouraged, as he jabbed the needle
into her arm.
She did not f ince.
"Please lie back on the couch,' he
directed. Then turning to us he add
ed, "It takes some time for this to
work. Our criminal got over this fact
and prevented an outcry by using
ethyl chloride first. Let me recon
struct the scene."
As we watched Elaine going under
jsowly Craig talked.
"That night," he said, "warily, the
masked criminal ptf the 'Clutehlng
Hand.' bent over, his arm crooked,
might have been seen down below us
in the ally. Up here, Miss Dodge.
worn out by the strain of her father'q
death, let us say, was nervously try
ing to read, to do anything that would
take her mind of the tragedy. Pera
haps she fell asleep
.lust then the 'Clutching Hland' ap
peredrl. ilHe caime te ,alth:ly through
that Window, u hih he had opened A
mlloinent he hesit :eteo. ','eirig Elaine
asl,-eep Then h,, tIpl(c(l over to the
bed. let us say, anid flr a mRc:llent
looked at her, sleeiping.
A second later he had thrust his
hand into hii? pocket anti had taken out
a small glass bulb with a long thin
neck. That was ethyl chloride-a
drug which produces a quick anesthe
sia. But it lasts only a minute or two.
That was enough. As he broke the
glass neck of the bulb-letting the
pieces fall on the floor near the bed
he shoved the thing under Elaine's
face, turning his own head away and
holding a handkerchief over his own
nose. The mere heat of his hand is
enough to cause the ethyl chloride to
spray out and overcome her instantly.
He steps away from her a moment and
replaces the now empty vial in his
"Then he took a box from his pocket,
opened it. There must have been a
syringe and a bottle of scopolamnin.
\Vhere they came from I do nlot know,
but perhaps from somnie hospital. I
shall have to find that out later. lie
ve(nt to Elaine, quickly jabbing the
Leedle, with no resistancel from her
niow. Slowly he repllaced the bottle
and the needle in his pocket. l ie
could not have been' in any hurry now.
for it takes time for the drug to
Kennedy paused. nad we known at
thei time, Mlichael--lhe of a sinister
face,--must have been in the hallway
that nighit, careful that no one saw
hint. A tap at the door and the
"('lutching Hand" must have beckoned
him. A mnomintt s iparltey and thety se(p
arated--"(lutching lland" going back
to Elaine, who was now under the in
fluence of the second drug.
'Our criminal." resumed Kennedy
thoughtfully, "may have shaken
Elaine. She did not answer. Then he
may have partly revived her. She
rmust have been startled. 'Clutching
,land,' perhaips, was half crouching,
with a big ugly blue steel revolver
leveled full in her lace'.
"'One word and I shoot!' he prob
ably cried. 'Get up!'
"Trembling, she mtust have done so.
'Your slippelrs and a kimono,' he
would naturally have ordered. She
put them on mechanically. Then he
must have ordered her to go out of
the door and down the stairs. '('lutch
ing Hland' must have followed, and as
he did so he would have cautiously put
out the lights."
We were following, spellbound, Ken
nedy's graphic reconstruction of what
must have happened. Evidently he
had struck close to the truth. Elaine's
eyes were closed. Gently Kennedy led
her along. "Now, Miss Dodge," he en
couraged, "try-try hard to recollect
just what it was that happened last
As Kennedy paused after his quick
recital, she seemed to tremble all over.
Slowly she began to speak. We stood
awestruck. Kennedy had been right!
The girl was now living over again
those minutes that had been forgot
ten-blotted out by the drug.
And it was all real to her, too-ter
ribly real. She was speaking, plainly
"I see a man-oh, such a figure-
with a mask. He holds a gun in my
face-he threatens me. I put on my
kimono and slippers, as he tells me.
I am in a daze. I know what I am
doing-and I don't know. I go out
with him, downstairs, into the library."
Elaine shuddered again at the recol
lection. "('gh! The room is dark,
the room where he killed my father.
Moonlight outside streams In. This
masked man and I come in. He
switches on the lights.
."'Go to the safe,' he says, and I
do it-the new safe, you know. 'Do
you know the combination?' he asks
me. 'Yes,' I reply, too frightened to
"'Open it then,' he says, waving that
awful revolver closer. I do so. Hast
ily he rummages through it, throwing
papers here and there. But he seems
not to find what he is after and turns
away, swearing fearfullyI
"'Hang it!' he cries at me. "Where
else did your father keep papers?' I
point in desperation at the desk. He
takes one last look at the safe, shoves
all the papers he has strewn on the
floor back again and slams the safe
"'Now, come on,' he says, indicating
with the gun that he wants me to fol
low him away from the safe. At the
desk he repeats the search. But he
finds nothing. Almost 1 think he is
about to kill me. 'Where else did your
father keep papers?' he hisses fiercely,
still threatening me with the gun.
"I am to9 frightened to speak. But
at last I am able to say, 'I-I don't
know!' Again he threatens me. 'As
God is my judge,' I cry, 'I don't know.'
It is fearful. Will be shoot me?
"Thank heaven! At last he believes
me. But such a look of folled fury I
have never seen on any human face
"'Sit down!' he growls, adding, 'at
the desk.' I do.
"'Take some of your note paper-
the best.' I do that, too.
"'And a pen,' he goes on. My fin
germ can hardly hold it
" 'Now-write!' he says, and as he
dictates, I wrlte"
"Thls?" interjected Kennedy, eager
ly holding up the letter that he had
received from her.
Blatne looked it over with her drug
laden eyes. "Yes," she nodded, then
laped again to the seems Itself. "'I
reads it over, and as he does so says,
'Now, address m envelope. Himself
he folds the letter, seals the envelope,
stamps it, and drops t into his pocket,
hastily straighteninsg the desk.
"'Now, go shead of me--esain.
lieave the roomll--ln,. iby the hall
door \\, An it in' buck uptairs.
I olh v t;irh:. a::d t tlI` door he,
swithe~ o th'e i l Vi . I .ta'd
it I tie, no' k:,ow. it ulpl t.ilr t.'
chan!c.j'0 , : y. . o. ai ri l- I ; and
this nI.-k. ..n.
pers ' orh er . I d,( that 't;Get into
bed:' 1., gro\a Is. I crawl in fat'rfully.
For a Ilntllr u' h^ lookrs about-thenI
goes out-with a look back as he
goes. Oh! )Oh! That hand -which
he raises at men-THAT HAND!'
The poor girl was sitting bolt up
right, staring straight at the hall
door, as we watched and liatened.
Kennedy was bending over, sooth
ing her. She gave evidence of com
ing out from the effect of the drug.
I noticed that Bennett had sud
denly moved a step in the direction
of the door at which she stared.
"Ity heavens!" he muttered, star
ing, too "Look!'"
W\'i did look. A letter was slowly
b;" ', inert'ed under the door.
I ,..k a quick step forward. That
morn. i. I felt a rough tug at my
"I've Got Him, Kennedyl"
arm, and a voice whispered: "Walt.
It was Kennedy. He had whipped
out his automatic and had carefully
leveled it at the door. Before he could
fire, however, Bennett had rushed
I followed. We looked down the
hall. Sure enough, the figure of a
man could be seen disappearing
around an angle. I followed Ben
nett out of the door and down the
Words cannot keep pace with what
followed. Together we rushed to the
"Down there, while I go down the
front!" cried Bennett.
I went down, and he turned and
went down the other flight. As he did
so Craig followed him.
Su4denly, in the drawing room. I
bumped into a figure on the other side
of the portieres. I seized him.
We struggled. Rip! The portieres
came down, covering me entirely.
Over and over we went, smashing a
lamp. It was vicious. Another man
attacked me, too.
"I've got him-Kennedy!" I heard
a voice pant over me.
A scream followed from Aunt Jo
sephine. Suddenly the portieres were
pulled off me.
"The deuce!" puffed Kennedy. "It's
Bennett had rushed plump into
me, coming the other way, hidden
by the portieres!
If we had known at the time, our
Michael of the sinister face had
gained the library and was standing
in the center of the room. He had
heard me coming and had fled to the
drawing room. As we finished our
struggle In the library he rose hastily
from behind the divan in the other
room, where he had dropped, and had
quietly and hastily disappeared
through another door.
Laughing and breathing hard, they
helped me to my feet, It was no
joke to me. I was sore In every
"Well, where did he 'go?" insisted
"I don't know-perhaps back there,"
Bennett and I argued a moment,
then started and stopped short. Aunt
Josephine had run downstairs and
was now shoving the letter into
We gathered about him curiously.
He opened it. On it was that awe
some Clutching Hand again.
Kennedy read it. For a moment
he stood and studied it, then slowly
crushed it in his hamd.
Just then Elaine, pale and shaken
from the ordeal she had voluntarily
gone through, buret in upon us from
upstairs. Without a word she ad
vanced to Craig and teook the letter
Inside, as on the envelope, was
that same signatUre of the Cintching
rlala gased at it, wild-eyed, then
at Craig. Craig aamilinly reached for
the note, took it. folded it, and un
concernedly thrust It into his pocket.
"My God!" she eried, clasping her
hads eonvulsvoely, and repeatingl the
words of the letter. "TOUR LAST
CTO - CO~RINUED.)