The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1895-09-11
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paused, "Niss told me that he had
found a E,n4HE uniasteued."
81 heard sou 9skiHg about H." Msjor
Van Zandg explained, and ! knew that
u you we're Suspicious he was suro 70 be
caught sooner or later. so begged MIN
not 20 try 10 lnIufe you again, loheroi
him money to 90 away But 10 refused
my money-he said no could get Il for
himself now aud might keep niue I'll
he needed IL. lie gave NO the slip yes-
toriGy afternoon. y hen | found 'hs
Was gone, 1 came here straight The
front door was unlocked; | walked Ia
aRI found hin Just closing the safe
here, talked to him aud hs refused
10 listen TO me, ! tried TO get him to
give up his idea-and ne slTuck me.
Then ! Left him, and went out, seeing
no one Is | hurried home, That's Whou
Mr., NheatCrott followed me. | suppose.
The boy never came back all night. /
hayeu't assu him since; don't know
where he is-but ha Is my son, after all,
my only son. And when Mr.. Wheat
croft accused me, confessed at last,
thtnking YOU might DO easier on me
than you would DO on the boy
My poor old friend, said Mr.. Whit.
tier, sympathstlcaIly, holding out his
hand, which the maio ctnsped gratefully
Tor moment.
Now We know who was selling "a to
the Tuxedo people, We can protect our
selves hereafter" declared Mr.. Wheat
croft, Aud in spito Of your trying to
humbug the into believing you guilty,
major I'm willing to lot your son oil
easy"
81 think | can get him a place whore
h0 will be out Of temptation because no
will BIO kent hard At work always said
Paul.
The old book keeper looked up as
though about to thank the young man,
but thOroheomed TO bO lump IN his
throntwhich prevented him from speak,
ing.
Suddenly Mr.. Whoatcroit began, ex.
plosively: That's all very woll-but
what | still don't understand is how
Paul got those photographs"
Mr.. Whittier looked At lis son and
smiled. "rhGt ia little mysterious,
Paul." he said, land confess I'd like
to know how you did it,"
Were YOU concealed here yourselt2'
asked Mr.. WheatCrolt.
NO" Paul answered. III you will
look around the room you will see that
there isn't dark corner in which any.
body could tuck himself"
"fhen where was tho photographer
hiddenG MIR. Whoatcroit inquired,
with increasing curiosity.
I'm the clock, responded Paul.
"In tho clock ?" echoed Mr.. Wheat.
croft greatly amazed. "Why, there
isn't room in the cNso Of that clock for
thin midget, let alone man."
Paul enjoyed pn2zIng his fathers
partner. II didn't say | had man
there, or amidget, either" Unexplained,
81 said that the photographer was in
the CloCk-and might have said that
the clock itself was tho photographer"
Mr.. WheaIcroft threw up his hands
in disgust, "Well," he cried, III you
want to go on mVstiiying us in this ab.
surd way, 90 on as long as you like
But your father and arc entitled to
some consideration, | think"
"Im not mystifying you at all. The
clock took tho pictures automatically.
I'll show YOU how" Paul returned, got.
ting up from his chair and going to tho
corner of tho office. Taking key from
his pocket he opened the case OF tho
clock and revealed suall PHOTOGRAPHIC
apparatus inside with tho tube OF the
objective opposite the round glass panel
in the door oil the case. AT the bottom
Of tho case was a small electrical battery
and on small shelf over this was an
electromagnetic.
~ begin TO SEQ how you did it," Mr..
Whittier remarked, but Pm not an ex.
pert in photography, Paul, and I'd like
full explanation. And make it as
simple rs YOU can"
LISA very simple thing, indeed"
said his son. zone day while | was
wondering how we could best catch the
man who was getting at the
books, that clock happened To
strike, and somehow it reminded