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y A Detective Novel and i
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Sal^y 9' llPwi The Now York police are mystified by a :
"" B hRK bR aeries of murders and other crimes. The ,
MflP |Pr principal clue to the criminal Is the warn'
OcFM Itlli'a inK letter- which is sent the victims,
gjKvfci} J ' ? signed with a "clutching hand/' The latest
victim of the mysterious assassin Is
- Taylor Dodge, the insurance president.
His daughter,. Elaine, employs Craig Ken- ,
_ uiiin' i nedy, the famous scientific detective, to
'fe*; ''- :'H-- IPWii! try to unravel the mystery. What KenJ:-j
nedy. accomplishes la told hy his friend >
B mBHfc-A James, a newspaper man- Dy ?'n Ingen- "
'jfe:...-B,"- SmfiB low ruse Clutching Hand smuggles into
K-',?'"1' * B 1. |s!SfllBg3l Elaine's home a flask of liquid air which
r ?uK-J she supposes to be a package of valuable ,
B f&uPHiji papers. It blows open the safe in which
B f It is placed, but Kennedy arrives in time
to prevent the robbery.. The detective
i;': narrowly misses death In his apartment
where Clutching Hand has placed a shot
v ;; v iiiiiME'iiu fiP" 00 That it is fired by the electrical fj
< VgUnWi gpanectfon formed when Kennedy places
i Mm l?ai
fluids o a framed photograph of
IpppfegS - The Poisoned Room. *
: Elaine and Craig were much togeth- ,
Mm??' cr during the next few days. Some- ;
A fflisfflll how or other, it seemed that the chase
fv.. ' " lili of th Clutching Hand involved long
v ,, 'i'lSP conferences in tlie Dodge library, and
even,' in tact, extended to excursions.
ifaL'J into tlic notoriously crime-infested
neighborhood of Riverside drive, with
i ft? fa all inn?j Wo nt?nf?oao( aw *f anfawfu
I--W j/tvvvwwivu Ut UU CUUiV
*'g "iff '! * biles and go-carts?as far north, in- (
deed, as that desperate haunt known ,
Wli 05 Grant's tomb. i'
But to return to the more serious ,
side of the affair. ^ ^ 1
.' tiSiiiiii Kennedy and Elaine had scarcely ,
??? como out of the house and descended |
. the steps, one afternoon, when a sinister
appeared in a Basement area- ,i
Wslvip way near byIt
was the Clutching Hand. .
mm; (Ho.wore telephone inspector's hat ;
and coat and carried a bag siung by a
tiiJEiaf strap over his shoulder. For once ho (}
> r had left off his mask, but, in place of j
it. his face was covered by a scraggy
||||j black beard. Tbo disguise was cffec'|i
jifji He saw Kennedy and Miss Bodge
and slunk unobtrusively against a
tmmm rallimr. with his head turned awav.
I?'S _ fcraBI Laughing and chatting, they passed.
MMI Then lie, turned in the other direc- .
:";B; ' tion and, going up the steps of the ,
Dodge house, rang the bell.
'' ' ' Blfl "Telephone inspector,", he said in a
I j|cS loud tone as Michael, In Jennings* ?
place for the afternoon, opened the
He accompanied the words with the
> sign, and Michael admitted him. 'f
- ____ As It happened, Aunt Josephine was
upstairs in Elaine's room. She was
"11 iii fixing flowers in a vase on the dress
P Rffl lng table of her Idolized niece. Meanr|
\m while, Rusty, the collie, lay, half blink.
B 111 lng, on the floor.
"Who is this?" she asked, as Mi
chael led the bogus telephone inspec
-..-l. M tor into the room.
ilriiM^''^l? 8 H A man- from the telephone coma:'
ipj pany," he answered deferentially.
I Kill Aunt Josephine, unsophisticated, al^*?v
II |||| | lowed them to enter without a further
I 'Quickly, like a good workman,
; Clutching Hand went to the telephone
.1 Instrument and by dint of keeping his
||p . II1 * linger on the hook and his hack to
ljj||| Aunt Josephine succeeded in conveyI
' El if || ing the illusion that he was examining
I WM No sooner was the door shut than
g| the Clutching Hand hastily opened his
hag and from it drew a small powder- .
| "1 FT*fr~1 spraying outfit, such as I have seea
''''Sjf|p . used for Bpraying bug powder. He
then took out a sort of muzzle with
an elastic band on It and slipped it
H over his head so that the muzzle pro
9 . iSw$b? tected his nose and mouth.
He seemed to work a sort of pump- ;
Ing attachment and from the nozzle of
HffllRR tlxe sPraylnE instrument blew out a
,|i Bi cloud of powder which he directed at
- ' "H PHI the wall.
/; ; H : ft j|j$|| Meanwhile, Michael, in the hallway,
"w m on cuar<* t0 see ^at no one bothered
- dMiHflal the Clutching Hand at his work, was
jl overcome by curiosity to see, what his
;-.C: " y-B- master was doing. Ho opened the
door.a little bit and gazed stealthily
niliiifl ISttiil through the crack into the room.
[Mpg&JffS iW|i Clutching Hand was now spraying
\. ||?n iff the rug close to the dressing table of
P^xl>B 'H(m Elaine and was standing near the mirror.
He stooped down to examine the .
^ v - rug. Then, as he raised his head, he
happened to look Into the mirror.. In
E^-l^aW* ^ he could see the full reflection of
||Wi Michael behind him, .gazing into the
| j |ffl "Tho scoundrel!" muttered Clutchfl.
Sill lag Hand, with repressed fury at the
Hh^P He rose Quickly and shut off the
[ I - spraying Instrument, stuffing it into f
' the hag. He took a step or two toward
the door. Michael drew back, fear-,
fully, pretending now to be on guard.
a&iH-*>"xiliW Clutching Hand opened the door
| B. ij$i?i an<3. stl11 wearing the muzzle, beck.
obeyed, entering Elaine's room after
the-Clutching Hand, who locked the
- ;1 ^ Michael,- trembling 11 ow#,' ahook
. ' ' - -V " - "1 .
" ;;
;s of Elaine i!
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governable, almost Insane fury
seemed to possess the man as he
stood over the prostrate footman,
cursing. "Get
up!" he ordered.
-Michael obeyed, thoroughly cowed.
"Take me to the cellar, now," he
Michael led the way from the room
without a protest, the master criminal
following him closely.
pown Into the cellar, by a back
way. they went, Clutching Hand still
wearing his-muzzle and Michael saying
not a word.
Suddenly Clutching Hapd turned on
him and seized him by the collar.
"Now, go \ipstairs, you," he muttered,
shaking him until his teeth
fairly chattered, "and if you watch 'me
again?I'll kill you!"
He thrust Michael away, and the
footman, overcome by \fear, hurried
upstairs. Still trembling and fearful,
Michael paused in the hallway.
He put his hand on his face where
the Clutching Hand had struck him.
Then he waited, muttering to himself.
As be thought it over, anger took the
place of fear. He slowly turned in
the direction of the cellar.
Meanwhile, Clutching Hand was
standing by the electric meter. He:
examined it carefully, feeling where
the wires entered and left it, and
starting to trace them out. At last
he came to a point where it seemed
suitable to make a connection for
soma purpose' he had in mind.
Quickly he tbpk some wire from his
bag and connected it with the electric
light wires. Next, he led* these Wiles,concealed,
of course, along the cellar
flodr, in the direction of the furnace.
The furnace was one of the old hot
air heatefs and he paused before it
as though seeking something. Then
he bent down beside it and uncovered
a little tank.
He thrust his hand gingerly into it,
bringing it out quickly. The tank was
r? na-*>1 "?*?** 4a* * ' '
uton/ iu? ui waici*
Next from bis capacious bag he
took two metal poles, or electrodes,
and fastened them carefully to -the,
ends of the wires, placing them at opposite
ends of the tank In the water.
For several moments he watched.
The water Inside the tank seemed the
same as before, only on each elec-_
trode there appeared bubbles, on one
bubbles of. oxygen, on the other of
hydrogen. The water was decomposing
under the current by electrolysis.
Another moment he surveyed his
Work to see that he had left no loose
ends. Then he quietly let . himself
out of the house.
The next morning Rusty,- wjio had
been Elaine's constant companion
since the trouble had begun, awakened
his mistress by licking her hand as it
hung limply over the side ofv tier
She awakened with a start and put
her hand to her head. She felt ill.
"Poor old fellow," she murmured,
half dazedly.
Rusty moved away again/ wagging
his tail listlessly. The collie, too, felt
ilL - ;
"Why, Miss Elatne-r-what ees ze
mattair? You are so pale!" exclaimed
the maid, Marie, as she entered the
room a moment later with the morning's,
mall on a salver. ,
"I don't feel well, Marie," she replied,
trying with her slender white,
hand to brush the cobwebs from her
brain. *!I-rl'wish you'd tell Aunt Josephine
to telephone Doctor Hayward."
. ' .
"YeB, mademoiselle," answered
Languidly . Elaine took the letters
one by one off the salver.
Finally she selected one and slowly
tore it open. It had no superscription,
but it at once arrested her attention
and transfixed her with terror.
It read:
"You are Biek this morning. Tomorrow
you v^ill be worse. The next
Hnv vnn will HI** linloan vnn dtonliorira
Craig Kennedy."
It was signed -with the mystic trademark
of the fearsome Clutching
\ Elaine drew back into the pillows,
horror Btricken.
Quickly she called to Marie. "Go
?get Aunt Josephine?right away!" .
And Marie almost flew down the
halL' 'Elaine seized the telephone and
called Kennedy's number.
* *
Kennedy, in his stained laboratory
apron, .was at work before his table,
while I was watching him with inter-'
est, when the telephone rang.
Without a . word he answered the
call, and -1 could see a look of perturbation
cross his face. I knew it
was from Elaine, hut could tell nothing
about the nature of the message.An
instant later.he almost tore'off
the apron and.threw on his hat and
coat. I followed him as he dashed
out of the laboratory.
'This is terrible?terrible." he mut
tared; as he hurried across the campus
ot the university" to a. taxicab stand.
A few minutes later, when we arxi^ved
at the Dodge mansion, we found
Aunt . Josephine and Marie doing;;&ULi
they could under the circumstances,
. ' ' t
K' " 'r"K'M \K
1 Doctor Hayward had arrived am
had just finished taking the patlent'i
pulse and temperature as our cal
pulled up.
Elaine was quite ill indfeecL
"Oh! rm"8o glad to see you," bIu
Hmotliarl en aln nf w?rttI
: ??wukUVU Vf AI<U BM \ii 4 1W? XVC^iJ
nedy advanced.
"Why?what is the matter?" askee
Craig anxiously.
Doctor Hay ward shook his head du
blously; but Kennedy did not' notice
bim, for, as he approached Elaine, sb<
drew from the covers where she hat
concealed It a letter and handed it t*
: him.
Craig took it and read:
"You are sick this morning. To
morrow you will be worse. The nex
day'you will die unless you dis.chargt
Craig Kennedy."
At the signature of the Clutchinj
Hand he frowned, then, noticing Doc
tor Hay-ward, turned to him and re
peated his question, "What is the mat
%>ctor Hay ward continued shaking
his head. "I cannot diagnose he;
symptoms," he "shrugged.
There seemed to be a faint odor, al
most as if of garlic, in the room. Ii
was unmistakable and Craig lookec
about him curiously, but said nothing
As he sniffed, he moved Impatientlj
and his foot touched Rusty, under the
bed. Rusty whined and moved bad
lazily. Craig bent over and lookec
at him.
"What's the matter with Rusty?" he
asked. "Is he sick, too?*.*
"Why, yes," answered Elaine, fol
lowing Craig with her' deep eyes
Craig , reached down and gentlj
pulled the collie out into the room
Rusty crouched down close to the
floor. His nose was hot and dry and
feverlBb. He was plainly ill.
"How1 long has. Rusty been in the
YnftYWiP9** O ttlrCk'A
"Air night," answered Elaine. "1
wouldn't think of being without him
"May 1 take Rusty along with me?"
Craig asked finally.
Elaine hesitated. "Surely," she said
at length, "only be gentle with him.'
"Of course," he said simply. "1
thought that I might be able to discover
the trouble from studying him."
We stayed only a few minutes
longer, for Kennedy seemed to realize
the necessity of doing something immediately,
and even Doctor Hay ward
was fighting in the dark.
Back In the laboratory, Kennedy sei
to, work Immediately, brushing every
thing else aside. He began by drawp
;j,;;; |
^ t_. _ _ ^_ j_1 "yy, 1 *'aa^
Craig Reached Down and Gent
lug off a little of Rusly's blood in i
tube, very carefully. ;
"Here, "Walter," I^b said, pointing ti
the little incision ho had made, "wil
you take care of him?"
Quickly Craig made one test afte
As he Hid so I sniffed. There wa
an unmistakable odor of garlic in thi
air which made me think of what
had already noticed in Elaine's room
"Arseniuretted hydrogen," he an
owwcu, aun engagea in vernying mi
tests. "This is the Marsh test fo:
"Arsenic!" I repeated, in horror.
I had scarcely recovered from tin
surprise, of Kennedy's startling reve
lation when the telephone rang again
.Kennedy seized the receiver, thinkini
. evidently that the message might b<
from or. about Elai'pe. .
But from the look on his face ant
from his manner, I could gather that
although it was not from Blaine her
self, it was about something that in
terested him greatly.'
"Good!" I heard him say finally.
shall keep the appointment?abso
"What was it?" I asked, eagerly.
"It was^ Elaine's footman, Michael,'
he replied, thoughtfully. "As I sus
pected, he says that he Is a confeder
ate of the Clutching Hand, and If wc
will protect him he will tell us th?
trouble with Elaine."
I considered a moment. "How'i
that?" I Queried.
rt t Ww \x%n? i"- IrliNtf ^i''X''- v ' x
1 "Well," added Craig, "yon see, ML
i chael has become infuriated by the
> treatment lie received from the Clutching
Hand. I believe he cuffed him in
* - .1. . _. >
the face yesterday/ Anyway, he says
s he has determined to get even and be.
tray him."
I did not like' the looks of the
1 thing, and said so. "Craig," I objected
vehemently, "don't go to meet him.
- It is a trap."
j Kennedy bad evidently considered
j my objection already.
I "It may be a trap," he replied slow>
Iy,."but EUalne is dying and we've got
to see this thing through."
As he spoke,-he took an automatic
k- from a drawer of a cabinet and thrust
t it into his pocket. Then he went to
^ another drawer and took out several
sections of thin tubing, which seemed
; to be made to fasten together as a
fishing pole is fastened, but.were now
- separate, as if ready for traveling.
- Then he went out. I followed, still
5 "If you go, I go," I capitulated,
p "That's, all there is to it."
Following the directions that Mi
chael had given over the telephone,
t Craig led me into one of the toughest
I parts of the lower West side.
'Here's the place," he announced,
t stopping across the street from a
i dingy Raines law hotel.
i "Pretty tough," I objected. "Are you
I sure?"
"Quite," replied Kennedy, consulting
> his notebook again.
Reluctantly I followed and we en
tered the place.
"I want a room," asked Craig as
r we were accosted by the proprietor,
. comfortably clad in a loud checked
, suit and striped shirt sleeves. "I had
[ one here once before?forty-nine, I
i ' "Fifty-?" I began to correct.
Kennedy, trod hard on my toes. '
[ "Yes, forty-nine," he repeated.
l The proprietor called a stout negro
porter, waiter .and bell-hop all combined
in one, who led us upstairs.
"Forty-nine, sah," he pointed out,
[ as Kennedy dropped a dime into his
' ready palm.
[ The negro left us, and: as Craig
started to enter, I objected. "But,
Craig, it was fifty-nine, not forty-nine,
i This is the wrong room,"
i "I know it," he replied. "1 bad It
written in the book. But I want forty[
nine?now. Just follow me, Walter."
Nervously I followed him into the
; room.
"Don't you understand?*', he went
on. "Room forty-nine is probably just
ffrT^^^^wyt^^^^ST^^rliB^'^^^i' ^'. '^y"/ t*-'-|'l<'' >*^x >!<W'j :'g|
Iv'^V' *\yV^*S^fe
ly Pulled the Collie Into the Room.
a the same as fifty-nine, except perhaps
* the pictures and furniture, only il is
0 on the floor below."
1 He gazed about keenly. Then he
took a few steps to the .window and
r threw it open. - As he'stood there lie
took the parts of the rods lie had been
3 carrying and fitted them together un3
til he had a pole some eight or ten
I feet long. At one end was a curious
fV arrangement that seemed .to"contain
lenses and a mirror. At the other
b end was an eye-piece, as nearly las 1
r could make out.
"What Is that?" I asked as he com
pleted bis "work.
* . "That? That Is an instrument
- something on the order of a miniature
- periscope," Craig replied, still at
? work. ^.
* I watched him, fascinated at his, re*
, sourcefulness. He - stealthily thrust
I the mirror end of the periscope out
> of the window and up toward the cor*
responding window upstairs. Then he
- gazed eagerly through the eye-piece.
"Walter?look!" he exclaimed to
[ me- =
I did. There, sure enough, was Michael,
pacing up and down the room.
As I looked at him nervously walking
to and fro, "I could not help ad"
mltting that things looked safe enough
* and all right to me. Kennedy folded
* the periscope up and we left ' our
* room, mounting the remaining flight
of stairs.
! In fifty-nine we could hear the
measured steps of the footman. Craig
I knocked. The footsteps ceased. Then
the door opened slowly and I could
see a cold blue automatic.
"It's all right, Michael,'- reassured
Craig calmly. "All, right, Walter," he
added to me.
The gun dropped back into the fcws!
man's pocket. We entered and Michael
again locked the door. Not a
word had been spoken by him so far.
Next Michael moved to the center
of the room and, as I realized later,
brought himself in direct line with the
open window. He seemed to be overcome
with fear at his betrayal and
stood there breathing heavily,
i "Professor Kennedy." he began, "I
. have been so mistreated that I have
. made up my mind to tell you all 1
, know about this Clutching?"
Suddenly he drew a sharp breath
. and both his hands clutched at his
own breast. He did not stagger and
fall in the ordinary manner, but
seemed to bend at the knees and
waist and literally crumple down on
his face.
We ran to him. Craig turned him
over gently on his back and examined
him. He called. No answer. Michael
was almost pulseless.
Quickly Craig tore off his collar and
bared his breast, for the man seemed
to be struggling for breath. As he did
so he drew from Michael's throat a
small, sharp-pointed dart.
"What's that?" I ejaculated, horror
"A poisoned blqwgun dart, such as,
is used by the South American Indians
on the upper Orinoco," he said
He examined It carefully .
"What is the poison?" I ashed.
"Curarl," he replied simply. "It acts
on the respiratory muscles, paralyzing
them and causing asphyxiation."
The dart seemed to have been made
of a quill with a very sharp point, hollow,
and containing the deadly poison
in the sharpened end.
"Look out!" I cautioned, as he
handled It.*
'* . "Oh, that's all right." he answered
casually. "If I don't scratch myself, I
am safe enough. I could swallow the
stulf and it wouldn't hurt me?unless
I had an abrasion of the lips or some
' internal cut."
Kennedy continued to examine the
dart until suddenly 1 heard a low ex1
clamatlon of' surprise from him. In|
side the hollow quill was a thin sheet
of ^tissue paper, tightly rolled. He
1 drew it out and read:
"To know me is Death.
"Kennedy?Take Warning."
Underneath was the Inevitable
Clutching Hand sign.
We jumped to our feet. Kennedy
bushed to the window and slammed it
shut, while I seized the key from Mi-,
chael's nocket. oriened the' dnnr nnd
called for help.
A moment before, on the roof of a
building across the street, one might
have seen a bent, skulking figure.
His face was copper colored and on
his head was a thick thatch of matted
hair. He looked like a. South
American Indian, In a very dilapidated
suit of cast-off American clothes.
He had slipped out through a doorway
leading to a flight of steps from
the roof to the hallway of the tenement,
and, like one of his native venomous
serpents, worked his way down
the stairs again.
h^y outcry brought a veritable battalion
of aid. The hotel proprietor,
the negro waiter and sevefal others
dashed upstairs, followed shortly by
a portly policeman.
Craig took the policeman into his
confidence, showing him the dart and
explaining about the poison. The officer
stared blankly.
"I muBt get away, too," hurried on
Craig. "Officer, I will leave you to
take charge here. You can depend on
me for the inquest."
The officer nodded.
"Cqme on, Walter," whispered
Craig, eager tq get away, then adding'
the one word, "Elaine!"
I followed hastily, not slow to understand,
his fear for her. '
Nor were Craig's fears groundless.
In spite of all that could be done for
her, Elaine was still In bed, much
weaker now than-before.
More than that, the Clutching Hand
had not neglected the opportunity.
Suddenly, just before our return, a
, stone had come hurtling through the
window, without warning of any kind,
? and had landed on Elaine'a bed.
Below, as we learned some time afterwards,
a car had drawn up hastily
and tfie evil-faced crook whom the
Clutching Hand had used to rid himself
of the informer, "Limpy Red," had
leaped out and hastily hurled the
, stone, through the window, as quickly
leaping back into the car and
whisking away.
< Around the stone was wrapped a
piece of paper on which was the om..
inous warning,, signed as usual by the
Hand: ^
"Michael Is dead. '
"Tomorrow, you. " '
"Then Kennedy.
"Stop before It is too late."
Elaine had sunk back into her pillows,
paler than ever from this second,
shock. .
It W just then that Kennedy and
I arrived and were admitted.
"Oh, Mr. Kennedy," cried Elaine,
handing him the note.
Craig took it and read. "Miss
Dodge," he said, as he held the note
out to me, "you are suffering from arsenic
poisoning?-hut I don't know yet
how it is being administered."
He gazed about keenly. Meanwhile,
I had taken -the crumpled note from
' him and was reading it- Somehow, 1
had leaned against the walL As I
turned, Craig happened to glance at
"For heaven's sake. Walter," I heard
Mm exclaim. "What have you been I
had been loaning on the wall. Some- lj||ll
thing on the paper had come oil and fgSlBa
loft a mark on my shoulder. Craig fffitftl
looked puzzled from me at the walL
"Arsenic!" he cried.
He whipped out a pocket lens and
looked at the paper. "This heavy,
fuzzy paper is fairly loaded with "It, |?|?||w
powdered," be reported. 1
Kennedy paced the room. Sudden- .
ly, pausing by the register, an idea- tlaPla
seemed to strike him.
"Walter." he whispered, "come down
cellar with me."
"Oh! Be careful!" cried Elaine, anxious
for htm.
ft win," he called hack.
As he flashed his pocket bull's-eye ||!|||j||
about, his gaze fell on the electric fialPli
meter. He^ paused before it In
_ 1 nam
Kennedy Discovers the Secret of the I
Poisoned Room. Bill I
spite of tho fact that it was broad HjfSSfl I
daylight, it was running. His face PiaHlj I
puckered. ||||K n
"They are usIngTno current at pres- IWHIg H
ent in the house," he ruminated, "yet 5
the meter is running." K
He continued to examine the meter. K8MS&1 4
Then he began to follow the electric || M|I 5
wires along. At last he discovered a if! Hi
place where they had been tampered 18 wM||
with and tapp'ed by other wires. ilSi
"The work of the Clutching Hand!" f ?
he muttered.
Eagerly he followed the wijjes to ^
the furnace and around to the back. ffiffll
There they led right into a little
water tank. Kennedy yanked them 1 111
out. As he did so he pulled some* ' j|j|||||
thing with them. Iff l|j
"Two electrodes the villain placed
there," he exclaimed; holding them up
triumphantly for me to see.
"Y-yes," I replied, dubiously, "but
what does it all mean?" ||J| }|
"Why, don't you see? Under the In- |||j|||
fluence of the electric current'the wa- M
ter was decomposed and gave off oxy- Sjpil
gen and hydrogen. The free hydrogen
passed up the furnace , pipe and combining
with the arsenic In the wall * Mftmn
paper formed the deadly arsenluretted W|r||
hydrogen." |||i|||
He >cast the whole improvised elec- H||||
trolysis apparatus on the floor and 8|||
dashed up the cellar'steps. IBiiisM
"I've found it!" he crieC, hurrying
into Elaine's room. "It's in this room
?a deadly gas?arseniurettec* hydro- (^(^8
He tore open the windows. iBii
"Have her moved," he shouted to SWH| I
Aunt Josephine. "Then have a vac
uum cleaner go over every inch of ?
wall, carpet and upholstery."
Standing beside her, he breathless- I
ly explained his discovery. "That wall gaMGn B
paper , has been loaded down with SpffiMffi
arsenic, probably paris green or |M|j J
Schweinfurtb green, which is acetoar- |i|||| n
senite of copper. Every minute you HiE C
are hero you are breathing arseniuret- wiMJM Pi
ted hydrogen. This Clutching Hand
is a diabolical genius. Think<of it?Ll
poisoned wall paper!" '
No one said a word. Kennedy ||| W] '
reached down and took the two || ||| JI
Clutching Hand messages Elaine had ? || S| ; jjft
received. "I shall want to study g| B
these notes, more^ too," he said,' hold- -
Ing them up to the wall at the. head .C' fl
of the bed as he flashed.-his pocket I
lens at them. "You see, Elaine, I may |M?
be able to get something from' study- _ wSjflM
ing the ink. the paper, the hand writ- . HH I
Suddenly both leaped back, with a ffflPjal I
cry. -
Their faces bad;beep, several-Inches \
apart. Something bad -whizzed between Eaeraflt I
them and literally Impaled the two
notes on the wall. iraraffl I
Down the street, on the roof of a j8jK||| I
carriage house, back of a neighbor's, MBaja I
might have been seen the uncouth flg- EHill B
ure of the shabby South American in- H
dlan crouching behind a chimney, and |
gazing intently at the Dodge house. * MSiniS B
As Craig had thrown open Elaine's I
window and turned to Elaine the figure |||gU ?
had crouched closer to the chimney. ||||j|| B
Then with an uncanny determina- ||||jjj|j I
tlon, he slowly raised the blowgun to WMM
his lips. ' B
I jumped forward, followed by Doc- . B
tor Hayward. Aunt Josephine and flEBHSI B fll
Marie. Kennedy had a peculiar look B ^1
as ho pulled out from the wall a blow- ||ffl|8|g I
gun dart similar in every way to that J||||l B 1
which had killed Michael. - B ,*fcsfil
-^ralgl'V gashed Elaine, reaching up MSB* |
and laylng^her sfeft. white hand on his ' -
mingled in her look, as htf reached ^ / I
down an'd patted her dainty shoulder ^

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