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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 24, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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"Hardly," answered Singleton.
"However suppose you take your
watch to Stephen and let him regu
late it. Arrange to call for it at 5:15
the store doesn't dose till six, I
"It remains open till nine. But, Mr.
Singleton, your suggestion is impos
sible. The watches are attended to
by Mr. Sampson, the jeweler. All
Stephen does is to take them to him
"At 5":15," said Singleton, "and not
a moment later. I have to run up to
town now, but I will meet you out-
" side the shop at that time. You will
assume not to know me. Good-day,
sir. Good-day, madam."
"And that," said Mary Harrington
bitterly, "is the wonderful mind of a
great detective. We shan't see him
again. It is absurd about the bomb,
dear. Why, don't you remember how
fussy James was? He always looked
inside his watch after it came back
to him."
"Well, Fir have to keep the ap
pointment, I suppose," answered her
The day arranged was five ahead.
At the appointed hour Charles Har
rihgton duly met Singleton outside
the jeweler's shop. He accosted him,
but Singleton only stared at him
"I am afraid you have the advan
tage of me, sir," he answered.
Charles remembered and went in.
Singleton, following, saw a . pale
faced, meager-looking man, with a
furtive expression, standing behind
the counter.
"Well, I've got your watch ready,
Charley," he said, and, opening a
drawer, he handed it to him. "What
can I do for you, sir?" he continued
t6 the detective.
The detective took the watch from
Charles Harrington's hands.
"That is a curious old watch," he
' said. "It is a real antique. I am a
collector and am naturally interested
in antiquities. It seems to be In the
blood. My great-grahdfather shipped
a cargo of valuable pearl oysters
once from Ceylon In the days when
the electric telegraph had not been
invented, and speaking of that, they
say the Morse code "
Stephen Barnes was staring at him
in indisputable panic. "Wh what is
it you want?" he stammered.
"I was saying," pursued the detec
tive blandly, "that the telegraph is, a
wonderful invention. Who would
have thought that the telephone,
with its adjustments that make it "
"Charley," burst out Stephen, "I
forgot something. Will you let me
keep your watch till tomorrow? I
er "
The clocks in the shop pointed to
20 minutes past the hour.
Singleton laid the watch down on
the counter, but kept his hand over
it. Stephen grabbed at it, and Single
ton grabbed Stephen by the collar.
"Game's up," he said briefly. With
the other hand he turned the Watch
over, "Hold him, Mr. Harrington, un
til I stop the Infernal thing," he said.
"What's the trouble?" inquired the
jeweler, entering.
"Your assistant is a murderer;.sir,"
said Singleton. "Don't let hTm kill
himself, Mr. Harrington. You see, sir,
he killed two men and Was planning
to kill the third." , . '"
He opened the case d stopped
the watch, twisting the handspring
into a mass of tangled wh;e. Then he
opened the glass.
"Look at the minute hand," he
said to the jeweler.
"It looks kind of dirty," said the old
man. "But what what "
"What is it? Fulhiinate of iodide,
and the most violent explosive
known. In four minutes this tiny
mass pasted under the minute hand
would have caught the hour hand,
and then well, you can guess what
would have happened. But the cun
ningest murderer always leaves a
trail, and he left his in the fact that
his two victims died when the hands
were together. I'll take this as evi
dence "
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