The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1899-02-28

that she would rush to my rescue and
get killed along with me. dashed at
him, cut at the hand holding the re-
volver and was rewarded by hearing the
weapon strike the floor at his side. I
saw him stoop for it, and plunged my
swords point at his back. 1t rebound
ed as if it had struck cork. The next
lick was dealt at his hand as it CROPPED
toward the pistol. I knocked his arm
out and he fell sprawling on the floor.
The mistake I made then was in try
ing to get possession of the revolver, for
when | reached for it, he bounded to his
feet, and, kissing like cat, sprang out
at the open window through which he
had come. I saw his head and Shout
ders disappear below the sill just as
secured the gun. 1 ran to the window
and saw him crawling down the slant
ing roof of the conservatory. Remem-
boring his armor, I took aim at the back
of his neck, but l was too shaly to shoot
well, and missed. Before my unnerved
fingers could cock the revolver again he
was out of sight, and 1 heard the gate
in the rear close with a slam.
81 started in pursuit down the front
stairs, but when reachedthe first land
ing met my mother and keeled over
in a dead faint. The drug and the
wound were too much for me. I came
to in a moment and prevented her from
notifying the police or the neighbors of
the accident. Then it was four o'clock.
tried to get a message to you, but
failed on the first attempt. That's the
whole account of my adventures"
"You have certainly had tough time
of it," declared DR.. Lampkin. "At whose
door do you lay the attack?"
at is the work of the villain who set
the bomb for me, and I am now pretty
sure he is involved in the Palace Hotel
affair."
What, Gielow?"
Hendricks unused a moment, then he
said:
This attempt and the other, show
ing such positive enmity to me person
ally, make the whole business the big
gest mystery of my experience. Be
sides, there is another clew which tends
to lead me away from the idea of i'm
plicating the artist"
what is that?"
Hendricks gazed at the open fire as
if debating how to express himself
clearly.
"You remember" he began, that the
letter Miss Huntington showed us pur-
porting to be Caruthers' at Philadelphia
was forged, of course, since Caruthers
was dead, when it was written"
81 remember" said Lampkin, with a
sudden start.
you also recall that spoke to her
| of certain idiomatic expressions in it,
showing that it was written by a for
eigner''
Eyes, quite we'll"
Hendricks smiled and stroked his
wounded side.
"Gielow didn't write that letter. Now,
what foreigner have we reason to sus-
pect of having had a hand in this
matter?"
''Bantinni," exclaimed the doctor
rising excitedly. ''My Lord, why did ]
not think of that before? And he is
sutton for the hand of the heiress, be.
sides.''
The detective smiled. He was at one
of his old games of trying the effect OF
conflicting evidence on his friend.
"You have forgotten one other thing
and there you are" he grinned. ''What
about GielOw's cOnfessiOn?"
DR.. Lampkin's face fell. He was silent
for several minutes.
"You are incorrigible!" he broke out
suddenly. 81 don't make sport of yor
when you come nosing around in my
profession. sit down and give you the
benefit of all there is in it,
The detective smiled alphabetically
'You are at liberty to retaliate at any
time," he returned. Besides, if let yor
on to the climaXes of my cases before
reached them you'd lose interest, ant
I'd not have the pleasure of your com
partnership"
DR.. Lampkin took his hat to leave.
81 must get back to the Office" h,
said, good-naturedly. "I'll drop in this
afternoon. Remember, you are to sta!
in this room a week at the very short