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WHERE THEM'S A WILL
Detective Story Wherein the Mystery of the Conrad Murder is Unravelled. SYNOPSIS Gordon, a newspaper reporter, is awakened by n telephone summons to Ylait the residence of Anthony Conrad, a retired broker, who has been found dead on bis couch. Suspicion points to Gustav Conrad, his nephew, with whom he had quar reled the night before and who to all nppearences tried to commit suicide after killing his uncle. Physicians tliul that Gnstnv has a chance to recover. The will leaves $5,000 to Gustav and the balance of the estate to George Mullet, another nephew. Not satisfied with the apparent so lution of the case, Semi Dual, the old man of Mystery, takes a band In the tangle of human life. Dual asks Gordon to go with John son of the detective force and search the Conrad premises thoroughly for other evidence. "All right, Glace. If you can find anything which will let young Conrad out I won't kick, and from what this Dual said I reckon that's his lay. Lead me to it, son." "Come along," I told him, and passed on into the larger room. There I took the glass from my pocket and began to examine win dowsills and the floor. Not that I had any hopes of picking out any footprints, save those made during the morning, but I meant to let no chance to escape. Johnson perched on an end of the desk and watched me, grinning. "You look like a stage detec,' son," he jeered as fc.vorked. "Dual thinks this an outsiae job?" "I don't know what Dual thinks," I snapped back. "He's a habit of not telling everything he knows." "Go ahead," said Johnson, and lighted a cigar. "By the way," I suggested, get Bryce on the phone and tell him to keep in touch. Tell him to have that gun and those hairs handy when we need them, and to be ready to bring them to us." Johnson shot me a quick glance. "Is that from you or Dual?" he in quired. 'I was talkin' with Bryce after Dual called me up, and he says the chap's the real stuff. Does he want Bryce to stay close?" I nodded. Johnson reached for the phone. While he was talking I went on into the alcove where the body of Conrad had lain and continued my search. There wasn't a thing I could find. "Window-sills, floors, even the panes of the windows, I went over, but they showed nothing which I could call suspicious. Johnson sauntered in as I worked. "I got Bryce, and he's on edge about the thing," he remarked. "He says I'd better git into the wagon be fore you boys crack the whip. Is there anything I can do?" "Not yet," I responded. "I can't find anything here." I rose and we both went into the unused room between the study of Conrad and Gustav's room. There again I got down and began to exam ine the floor. It was close by the window of the end of the room that I found my first reward. There, as I swept the carpet with my glass, I found something which sent my heart into my mouth. It was a faint outline in the nap of the piling just the dim outline of a foot print. But the toe pointed inward and the outline was plainer at the heel than at the toe. It was as though some one might have thrown a leg across the sill and planted a foot on the carpet, rising through the casement, with his full weight thrown upon the heel of his shoe. I bent above it and scanned it through the glass. There was no mistaking its import. Some one had stepped there, and about itb outline was a fine line of powdered soil, as though particals of earth had clung to the sole of the shoe. I beckoned Johnson, and he came quickly to my side. I pointed, and ho (hopped to his knees beside me, glanced at the print, anil a second later at me. "Did anybody stand or sit here this morning?" I asked. He 'shook his head. 'I don't think so," he considered. "The flatties stayed in the room with Conrad, and neither Bryce nor I was here. Sommers might have sat here or stood by the window where's the other foot?" I nodded. "Exactly! Then, Johnson, some body stepped in through this window, and that somebody had damp soil on his foot, which has since dried. Well" "You're right! By the great guns, you're right!" he exclaimed in some excitement. "Come on an we'll see if we can find any more of these." "Wait a minute," I checked him. "Let's measure this one now. You takes notes." I clrew the tape and carefully took the measurements of the print, call ing them to the detective, who wrote them down in a book. "Now," I said as we finished, "we'll look for some more." We searched, but without success. There was that single print, point ing inward from the window, and then came the wide path of many other feet leading from door to door across the room, and into the one where Gustav had lain. Whatever may have been there ear lier in the day was smuged and ob literated by the others which had tracked across them. Once or twice we thought we had found one sim ilar to the first, but we could not be sure. Johnson swore. "What a bunch of darned fools we were not to look this morning!" he berated himself and Bryce. "But honest, Glace, the thing looked so clear " "That, as Miss Burton said, you never looked below the surface," I finished. Johnson scowled and wagged his head. "That's right," he admitted. But how in time did Dual know the thing was here?" "I don't know," I confessed, "but he must have had a reason. He nev er makes a statement unless he does." "But he wasn't here, puzzled John son. "He was miles away, an' he didn't see anything at all, nor know anything at all, and yet " "He knew something, all right. You've got to admit that," I took him up. "It looks that way," he grumbled. "But good Lord how?" I had been thinking. Now, as he paused in confused question, I turned the subject back to the footprint. "If a man came in through that window he must have laid hands on the sill, Johnson. Come over there and see if we can find any finger prints." He started to attention. "Right you are," he snapped out and reached the window in a bound, bent, and began to scan the wood of the sill with a careful eye. "Take the glass," I suggested, "and look about a foot inward from each end. He'd reach through, grasp the sill with his hands, and swing his leg between his arms. The footprint is about the middle of the sill if you'll look." He nodded, took the glass without looking around, and continued his in spection. "And here they are!" he cried out in sudden exultation. "See? He did just what you said. Wait! I'll take a print of those. Take the glass! He literally tossed it to me and reached into his pocket, from which he drew a small package of giay pow der, dusting it lightly over the region where the hands of the unknown hud rested. Then with a .small sheet of caibon paper he pressed lightly and smoothly over the dusted outlines and lifted away a gray impress of the telltale marks. lie lifted a face which had grown thinner and more tense. "Glace, he remarked, "we'ie on the trail of something big and devil ish, and we're going to run it down. If this goes like it looks, Gus Conrad was shot by the man who climbed in this window. You can bet I'm going to look below the surface from now on, all right, and I'll get this jasper if it takes ten years!" Very carefully he put the paper away. "I reckon we'd better go outside," he added. We left the house and went into the grounds. Then we walked around and came down the side, until we wore below the window where the man must have entered. There we both went down in the grass and crept carefully toward the wall, scanning the earth for a sign, but not until we were di rectly beneath the window did we find it. Then, just where the grass of the lawn ended and left a little bare patch of earth, close to the wall, we came upon another footprint, pressed deep into the damp earth. Johnson pointed it out with a thin lipped smile. "There it is," he said quite calmly. "He stood Uioro and reached up and gripped the sill. Ho put all his weight on thnt foot when he stretched up, and he pressed it in deep. Go on nnd measure it, and see how it match es up." I got out the tape, and with hands which trembled I laid it lengthwise nnd across the well-mado print. One by one I gave the measurements to Johnson, nnd ho wrote them down beneath the others from the print in side. At the end he nodded in sat isfaction. "They tally," he announced. "And see here." Ho pointed to a fresh scratch on a brick, broad and smudged, with a bit of mud sticking to it such a mark as might be made by the toe of a shoe scraping against the wall. We looked at it for fully a minute; then I turned away. "Now," I announced, "I've got to see the Porters. Do you know where they are?" "Somewhere at the back," said Johnson, following along. We went back into the front hall and walked down it to a door at the rear, where I rapped. Footsteps came from the other side, and it was swung back by the old valet. "Can you come in front for a few moments?" I requested, and he nod ded and stepped into the hnll. Once in the front room, I asked him if there was any way in which I could obtain a sample of the younger Conrad's writing. He viewed the request with some surprise. ."All the writing done of late was done by Mi-. Gustav," he volunteered; "but I rather fancy it would not do to take any of them away, they being mostly business papers and the like." "I only want a mere specimen," I explained. "Just a word or two." He knit his brows for a moment. "How would a small note-book or something like that do?" he asked. "It would be the very thing," I le plied. Porter turned to Johnson. "Will it be all right, sir, to let him have it ? I was thinking maybe there might be a note-book in the coat pocket of the suit Mr. Gus was wear ing last night." "Glace is acting with me," leas sured Johnson. "If you can dig up what he wants, get about it quick." Porter nodded and walked through the door toward Gusav's room. John son and I followed. The coat and vest of the wounded man still hung over the back of a chair, and Porter immediately began an examination of the pockets, pres ently withdrawing a small book bound in soft red leather, and extending it to me. "That is a memorandum- book he always carried," he stated. "You can see he's writ his name on the front page himself." I opened the book and verified his words. "This is his own writing? You're sure?" I questioned. "Oh, yes, sir!" declared Porter. "I'm sure of it, sir." "And, Porter," I continued, "do you know if the window in the next room was opened or shut during last night?" "It was open, sir. Mr. Conrad al ways had it open, winter and sum mer. He liked the air, sir, though he always had this here window open. That was why nohody slept in this room, sir." "Then it would be easy for some body to get in that way, Porter?" My "Some one to get in, sir!" cried the man. "Why, yes, sir. Bui, My Gawd, sir you don't think thai any body did get in not last night, sir? I asks your pardon, but just what do you mean by that?" "We mean that some one came in that window and murdered your mas ter, and tried to murder Mr. Gustav, and thought he had succeeded," said Johnson. "Then" Porter's hands were shaking and his lips writhed above the question "then Mr. Gustav wouldn't have killed the master, sir?" "No." "Thank Gawd, sir!" stammered the servant. "I've been thinking and thinking and hoping, sir but I couldn't see it. I'm glad as you can." "We can't as yet," grinned John son; "but you can bet we will." "Yes, sir," said Porter. "If that's all, sir, I'll be going and tell the wife. She's takin' it hard, sir." He shuffled out. Things were moving. I had the sample of Gustav's writing, and we had two footprints and some finger marks. Once more, as before, Dual's Won derful insight into events was being justified an the wheel went round. All of Johnson's skeptcism had van ished, His thin face was eager, tense. There was a look of purpose in his eyes, which I knew would remain un til he had run his quarry to earth. No doubt now but that he would con tinue to look deep below the surface, or rest until he hnd found the man ivlinen fnni- nnd hrmrla liMiwl fVincn marks. Like myself, he had witnessed the truth of Dual's methods, and, as in my own case, it was Dual's wonderful force back of him which was now urging him on; though 'I knew that he did not know it ns I did. As the servant's back vanished in to the hall Johnson turned to me. "Now, is there anything else we were to do?" he asked. I nodded nnd I smiled. Even at thnt time it struck me as rather odd to have this member of the city de ectivo bureau asking me what he should do next. Nevertheless, I did not hesitate about my reply. "Dual said he wanted us to get hold of the will and be able to produce it when it was wanted." "Mallet put it back in the drawer," said Johnson. "All we got to do is take it out, I guess." He drew out the drawer and lifted the document from it, tossing it up on the desk. "I wonder why Mallet didn't take it with him, seeing that he's the major heir?" I shook my head. "Maybe he meant to come back after it later.He knows he can trust the Porters, and probably didn't want to appear too anxious about it this morning. I'm going to look at the thing again." I opened it out and spread it upon the desk, pushing back some loose pa pers to make more room for it, and then I paused, for under the papers there was a spot. It was nearly circular and slightly raised, higher in the middle than on the edges, and a dead chalky white. It wasn't very large not bigger in circumference than a large pea but on the black surface of the mission" desk it showed in glaring contrast. I put out my finger and touched it. It felt dry and yet brittle to the touch. "See here, Johnson," I exclaimed, "what do you suppose this is?" He bent down and eyed it, put out his finger and felt it, and finally rais ed his head. "It looks like a flake of starch," he declared. "Take your penknife and scrape it off and add it to the collection, what ever it is," I suggested. "We'll let Dual take a squint at it, anyway. Get it off without breaking, if you can." Johnson attacked it with the small blade of his knife and, working gently, succeeded in scaling it off the wood. Then he slid it upon a piece of paper and folded it up with exceeding care. That done we once more turned to the will, and I spread it out on the desk. Together we read it over, but there seemed nothing in it which could give us a further clue, which shows how a person may look right at a thing and still never see it. It almost seems at times to carry out the claims of those people who allege that nothing exists save thought, and that what we see is only what we think we see, and isn't there at all. Just as I was on the point of folding up the will and slipping it into my pocket the light, striking across it, revealed something I had overlooked. I spread it out again, and got out the glass and focused it on that part of the page where tho light had struck. Then I saw it plainer, and I let out a yell. For, close to the end of the line in which the word George appeared, there was the dim, almost impercep tible outline of a finger-print! 1 gave the glass to Johnson and pointed to the spot. He bent and peeied at it as I hnd done. "Do you see it?" I asked in some excitement. He nodded and laid down the glass. "It's there," he said almost in awe. "If I ever get inlo a case like this again, where I make so many blamed blunders in the same length of time, I'm going to cut the game and go to driving a milk-cart. The whole trouble was the thing looked so darn ed simple that it had me hypnotized. I just went to sleep and let anybody tell mo anything was true. Well, at all events, this justifies us in tak ing the will along as evidence. Hand it over, son." "But Dual wants it," I made pro test. "And he's going to get it!" flashed Johnson. "Good Lord, that fellow's all to the good! He can sit in a chair and beat me at-my own game. I'm going to see him before this thing is over. He's got a method I'd like to get next to myself." I handed over the will, as he de sired and smiled to myself. I had an idea that Dual's method, as he called it, would take some "go ting next" to that Johnson wouldn't be up to, but I didn't tell him just what I thought. He had drawn the carbon-print he had made of the marks on the win dow sill from his pocket, and was scowling at it in deep thought. Pres ently ho put it away again. "I won't say for sure till I am sure," he began speaking; "but I've an idea that these marks and that on tho will arc the same." "If that's so, the murderer opened this drawer last night and examined the will!" Pe.srlni-i.od. "It looks that way now," Johnson agreed. It seemed to me that wo must have accomplished what wo had come for, and it was nearly two o'clock. "Dual told me to call him up," I told Johnson and picked up the phone. I gnvo 'Central Dual's private num ber, and in an instant he answered my call. I imagined him at the desk, waiting for the ring, ready to guide my course into the next stage of the chase, and I smiled to myself ns his voice thrilled along the wire. "All through, Gordon? Now, lis ten closely. You have found what you sought, of course? Next, you will go to the St Mary's Hospital and inquire nt the iflice for anything which Dr. Sommers may have left there for me. He promised to leave it, subject to my call, this morning. After that find a way to get a spec imen of Mnllet's writing. You have done such things before, and I am leaving it to you. Use your taxi and do not waste time. Also, while you are at the hospital you may as well see Miss Burton and tell her for me that I said her sweetheart is in nocent of all wrong-doing, and that he will live. "After you have done this you may go to the Record office and report to' Smithson, and then come on here, Now, call Johnson to the phone." CHAPTER V. A Mysterious Envelope. I left Johnson at the phone and went out and down to the street where my taxi still waited, entered it and told the driver to take me to St. Mary's Hospital where Sommers had sent Gustav Conrad for the operation, which it seemed, from Dual's woids, was to save his life. How like Dual was that message, I thought, as I rolled along. Out of his busy scheming and plan ning to catch the cowardly assassin who had struck down two men the night before, he could yet find time to give a thought to the woman who lingered beside the bed of one of those men in anxiety and heart-sick fear. Suffering always appealed to Semi Dual, and he would relieve it if he could. The golden light of the spring day was dimming. Glancing out of the window I noticed that the clouds in the sky, light and fleecy at noon, had increased in number, and had grown darker in hue. It looked as though we might be in for spring rain. I drew back from the window and lighted a cigarette and smoked and thought over every thing from the start. I wondered what it was Dual ex pected me to get at the hospital that could possibly bear on the case. Even as I asked myself the question we turned into the grounds of the hos pital itself, and slowed down before the main door. Again telling my man to wait, I went up the great steps to the door and rang the bell. Presently a Sister of Charity came shuffling along the tile floor in her billowing robes of black and set the door ajar. To her I made known my wants, and with a wordless gesture she turn ed and led me back through the hall with its faint reek of drugs, its sug gestion of nth degree cleanness, to the office, and waved me to enter. (To bt CoLtinued) The Use of Rice In Salads. The use of rice in salad is still a novelty, says a Cornell Readlr.K Course pamphlet, published by the New Yoik state college of agriculture at Cornell University, "and pet haps a woul devoted to the subject may not come amiss. A lice salad is often tin' best solution of tho (iiiestion, "How .shall I act up a dainty dish for n luncheon or supper which slnll lit rilling enough to satisfy heaity appe tites and vot not cost too much?" Left oveis of moat, diicKcn. and t-aia ma be pieced out with canal quantities of cold boiled rice; canned salmon an I tuna fish aie ically inipiovcd by kikIi tientmonl; cold hailed cod and ill. make a moat templing sabid; am hard cooked eggs may always Li piossed Into service. Left over a of vegetables may aten.be used up la this fashion ; . . Frcm h dicsslng, may cnnalso dicsslng, and simple be Ilea dressing are equally good with tliPM.' salads. The Return Invitation One oung man met another, a filead of his, and to do tho piopcr thing Invited him to a French dinner Everything was served in good st.vle, but tho different courses wore dished up in very small poitlons. At its conclusion, the one who hnd extended Uio invitation, and who was perfectly accustomed to tho general f.tylo of tho lestaurant snid: "Pretty good meal, that for, dpllar Mm frIMul Trtif ehJ" "Yen," responded hlfl frtsMrfjo was still nungry, "iirai rater newjypu havo ono with mo." Drafts under (he floors are death t pigs and even to grown hogs. PATENT MEDICINE IS OF OLD ANCIENT PRESCRIPTIONS FOUND TO BE VALUABLE IN BY GONE YEARS Earliest Remedies Said to Possess Very Much Merit. Because Americans buy and uso such largo quantities of patpnt medi cines that many manufacturers have mado large foi tunes in tho business, one might naturally conclude that there Is a gieat deal physically wrong with the people of this country and that this is tho age of patent medi cines, but It appeals that secret ineoi cal preparations were made and vend ed In largo quantities many centuiies ngo. Indeed a few of these scciet lemc dies became so popular and were' con sidered of ho much nlire to ailing hu manity that the reigning monarchsin past centuries bought the seciets from their discovers paying for them Inrgo bums of money. It has been found for example, that Louis 2ilV of France paid lhindsome sums for three such piepaiatlons, namely, Helvetius' lpo cac remedy, Glauber's kermis mineral and Talbor's cinchona lemedy. It would seem that some of the ear ly secret lemedies must have possess ed some merit, for some that were patented as early as the sixteenth centuries are now standard remedies, being highly esteemed and sold In large quantities. An interesting and unusual fact in connection with soma of tho medicines which made their debut as patent remedies is that they ORIGIN aro now hold in good leputo by prac ticing physicians who prescrlbo them for their patients. Among these nro 'Fowler's solution of potassium arsenate, which was first made by an apothecary named Fowler who kept the lemedy as a secret and refused to admit that It contained ar sonic. Another 1b paregoric which j was originated by Dr. Le Mori of tho , Leyden university, nnd still another is Doer's powders, first piepared by Thomas Dover, a doctor and pirate. Common bicarbonate of soda, which is universally used In cooking was originated under tho namo of "univer sal salz" by a Berlin apothecary. Although nil modern physicians look with contempt on patent medi cines, some of the earliest of tho preparations were Introduced by phy sicians. For example, one Dr. Gregory a professor of medicine nt Edinburg, originated a compound powder of rhu barb; Dr. Turner a distinguished sur geon of London Introduced an oint ment calamine ointment and Dr. , Sii)dejrham, a" noted English pbysl- clan, brought out wine of opium. FLORIDA MOUND YIELDS BONES OF HUGE INDIANS Pottery, Axes and Arrow Heads aro Also Found Buried With Pre- historic Seminoles A prehistoric burial mound of tho Seminole Indians has just been found at Magnolia Springs, Fla. Dr. E. J. Tomson and John Kendilck, a well known artist of New York, made tho discovery a few days ago, and after two days of excavation. Three skeletons, half a dozen skulls four arrow lreads, and pieces of pot tery, weie obtained on the first day, tluee moi e skeletons and six anow heads and stono axes were dug up. Dr. Tomson said it was impossible to say how long the bodies and lellcs had been buried there, but he believ ed them to be prehistoric. The skeletons all measured more than 6 feet. One measuring 6 feet 6 inches is perfectly pieserved, and in the skull the teeth remain perfect. Tho size of the jaw is remaikable. The toot of a tree has grown in tho exact shape of another skull. The skeletons weie found lying faco downward with heads to the south. It Is a known fact that the aborigine buried with their chiefs and priests their favorite pieces of pottery con taining food to nouiisli them on their Journey to the Happy Hunting Ground. It is also known that the tiibes burned tho sand so ns to preserve their dead and Dr. Tomson pays tho sand excavated has .the queer look of burned sand. As there is no suitable Btono in Florida tho doctor has con cluded that the arrow heads original ly came from sorao of the Northern Indian tribes. Tl.e mound is aixty feet lonu, 30 feet wide and twelve feet high. It is locat ed in a clump of live oaks and long leaf pines, 200 feet from tho St. John's River. Tho largest four trees almost mark the four corners of the mound. They aro neatly SO feet high and 4 feet in diameter. The explorers aro continuing thflr work In the hope of adding more cu rious to their collections. They will Bend tho skeletons to tho Museums of Natural History at Jacksonville ard New Yoik. To Make Compass on Watch A watch may be used to deteimlno tho points of 'tho compass by pointing tho hour hand at the sun any time of SIM A .! A r nwY 4 It n nlnnlttn 4 1 a HbHill h.juv wo Mi.u n.cii jjmtiiiK win an. ti ii ijypleeo of straight vlro crosswise be-'- tweon tho hour hand nnd the flgurn 12, getting exactly half way. Tho point of tho wire which comes between the 13 and tho hour Land nlwayB polntH duo south.