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no consequence at the moment" resumed The Think
ing Machine. g Let me use your telephone, please.
Hutchinson Hatch reporter, talking when
the young woman left DR.. Prescott's she took the
cab which had been ordered for her and told the
driver to go ahead until she stopped him. got
good look at her, by the way. l got into another
cab. Her cab drove for three or four blocks aim
lessly and then turned side street and after
going eight or ten blocks pulled up in front of
apartment house. The young woman got out and
went inside. Her cab went away. Inside found
out that she was Mrs. Frederick Chevedon Morey.
She came there last Tuesday-this is Friday-with
her husband, and they engaged
Yes, l knew she had husband, interrupted
The Thinking Machine.
Engaged apartments TOR three months When
had learned this much l remembered your nstruc-
tons to steamers from Europe landing on the day
1 was just going out when Mrs. Morey stepped out
of the elevator and preceded me to the door She
had changed her clothing and wore different hat.
found that of the three steamers which arrived
the day they took apartments brought Mr.. and
Mrs. Morey, but steamer the day before brought
Mr. and Mrs. David Girardeau from Liverpool.
Mrs. Girardeau answered Mrs. Moreys description
to the minutest detail, even to the gown she wore
when she left the steamer-that is, the same she
when she left DR.. Prescott's after the opera
ton
That was all. The Thinking Machine sat with his
enormous yellow head pillowed against high
backed chair and his long slender fingers pressed
tip to tip He asked questions and made
comment for long time, then:
About how many minutes was it from the time
she entered the house until she came out again?'
Not more than ten fifteen, the reply.
Il was still talking casually to the people down
stairs trying to find out something about them
What do they pay. for their apartment asked
the scientist irrelevantly.
Three hundred dollars month"
The Thinking Machines squint eyes were fixed
immovably small dscolored spot on the ceiling
of his laboratory.
Whatever else may develop in this matter, Mr..
Hatch, he said after time I'VE must admit that
we have met woman with extraordinary courage
7 i 4 Ill.
left Dr. Prescotts operating room she was SO i'll and
weak from the shock that she could hardly stand,
and now you tell me she changed her dress and went
out Immediately after she returned home"
We'll, of course" Hatch said apologetcaly
In that event" resumed the scientist, I'VE must
also that the matter is one of the utmost
Importance to her, and yet the nature of the
had led me to believe that it mig ht be months, per-
haps, before there would be any particular devel-
opment in it. The final development doesn't seem
to belong this side of the ocean at all. imagine
it is for Scotland Yard. By the way, Mrs.
Morey's hand bound up in the same way when you
her the second timer"
:" Her left hand was in muf " explained the
reporter. l couldn't see; but it seems to me that
she wouldn't have had time to change the manner
of its dressing"
1T is extraordinary" commented the scientist;
"but first it would be best for you to call the
Moreys to-morrow-you can find some pretext-
and see what you can learn about them
Hatch did call at the Morey apartments the
morrow, but under circumstances which were not
at all what ne lie went tnere with Detec-
tive Mallory, and Detective Mallory went there in
cab at full speed because the manager of the apart
ment house had teephoned that Mrs. Frederick
Chevedon Morey had been found murdered in her
apartments. The detective up two fights of
stairs and bundered heavy footed into room, and
there he paused in the presence of death.
The body of the woman lay the floor. Detec-
tive Mallory drew the covering down from over the
face, and Hatch stared with feeling of at the
beautiful countenance which on the day before had
been radiant with life. The mark of the
derer the white, exquisitely rounded throat