Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-17

The other end of that chain is fastened to the
organ
How was Bardetto identified" asked The tt
ing Machine
BY his organ grinders license, which
fastened to the inside of a flap on the instrumt
His homer"
Here is the address, and the reporter prod
a card on which he had jotted down the street
number.
The Thinking Machine studied the card f
moment, then glanced at his watch. 1t was
minutes of midnight.
Detective Mallory sent a man there to motif
family of Bardetto's condition." Hatch went {
explain But it seems that he has fanil
relatives Mallory, of course, has nothing to
him to think that the case is anything more
ordinary assault and robbery
a. Let's go see what the really is, Mr.. Hal
said the scientist. Il know in general way
features
Half an hour later they stood in the room W
Bardetto lived. This too was in tenement
poorly furnished 1t seemed to be combin
of bed ROOM living room, dining room, and kite
The Thinking Machine began minute search o
room Bureau drawers were pulled out, the be-
nuded, articles of furniture moved, and even tt
stove turned upside down Hatch stood lookir
without the slightest idea of the object of
search.
u don't know The Thinking Machine COME
frankly. The ultimate purpose is to find out
the monkey was killed 1 have an idea
there is something here that will answer
the question.
And the search continued Every con-
ceivabe point seemed to have been gone
over; and Hatch was marveling at the thor
oughness of it. when The Thinking Machine
dropped on his knees the floor and wrig-
gled along, infinitely inspecting the base
unlike the others when he raped it, and
he began work at it. Finally the board
responded to the prying of knife and fell
out The Thinking Machine took one look.
Dear me! Dear mel he exclaimed in
a tone which nearly indicated establishment
He plunged both hands into the narrow
aperture and tumbled out on the floor pack
age after package of money-crackling,
rustling bills-unfolded and with the sheen
of newness still on them There was money
and money! Hatch stared with bullying
eyes.
Now 1 know why the monkey was
killed., remarked The Thinking Machine
conclusively. This is what l was looking
for, but didn't know it
Great Scott! Whose is it? How much
is there? Where did it come from?"
Hatch flung the questions at the diminu-
tive scientist still crouching the floor
The Thinking Machine glanced at him in
petulant reproof at an excitement which the
reporter voice betrayed.
Whose is it," he repeated Bar
detto's. How much is there2 l should say
from fifty to seventy five thousand dollars
It's all in two and five dollar bills Where
did it come from? / should say that it came
from the
The door behind them squeaked little
it swung it's hinges Hatch turned
quickly 1t was the girl. For an instant
they stood motionless, staring at each other
in mutual establishment The Thinking
Machine didn't even glance around.
Put that woman under arrest, Mr.
Hatch " he commanded jrrit ah1V land
close the door! She has no revolver, but
look out for knife
Hatch pushed the door to with his foot
Now, signorina" he remarked grirnly, Il
shall have to ask you to remain silent
The girl evidently not one of the
screaming kind, but her right hand disap-
peared into the folds of her dress as she
faced him boldly. 1t was sinister moven