Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-07-21

Meanwhile lend me the man you said l could have;
Detective Downey called in, and the diminu-
tive scientist led him into the hail. where he gave
him some definite directions Downey went out the
front door at full speed. The Thinking Machine re-
turned to Detective Malorys private room, to find
the officer sulking like boy.
"Where'd you send him." he growled
Wait till he back and I'll tell YOU, was
the reply. 1t ism necessary to get excited about
something that we know nothing of. I'm saving you
some excitement
He dropped back into chair and sat there idly
twddling his thumbs while Detective Mallory
gared at him After few minutes the door was
thrown open violently and Hutchinson Hatch en-
tered. He frankly excited.
"Well?" demanded The Thinking Machine with
out looking round.
When she smelled that crushed kernel she
fanted! said Hatch explosively.
Fainted?" repeated the scientist. " Fanted?"
The tone was hardly one of surprise and yet
Yes, she took one Whit and screamed and went
right over, the reporter rushed on.
Dear me! Dear mel commented The Thinking
Machine. He sat still looking up. Wait few
minutes he advised Let's what DOWney
gets.
At the end of fifteen minutes Downey returned.
His chief glared at him curiously he entered and
handed piece of paper to The Thinking Machine.
That imperturbable man of science examined the
paper closely, then handed to Detective Mallory
Is that the handwriting the flower box: he
asked.
Mallory, Downey, and Hatch compared it to-
gether. The verdict was unanimous: :" Yes.
IL
want, declared The Thinking Machine fatty. His
is Paul X. Darrow. Detective Downey knows
his address,.
Two days passed Professor Van Dusen stood
beside his laboratory table poking idly at the dis
membered legs of frog with short copper wire.
Each time the point touched the flesh there
spasmodic twitchng of the limbs, stimulation of
living contraction and extension There beside the
table Hutchinson Hatch found him
Watch this moment, Mr.. Hatch, requested
the scientist 1t bears, in way, our problem
in hand"
Then began rhythmic swing of his slender hand,
unlike the beat of the musician baton, the
touching the frogs legs at each downward swing.
Hatch had seen a similar demonstration before.
Watch the strokes" said the scientist, and
watch the legs after the twentieth.
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, Hatch counted.
Each time the wire touched, and each time
came the spasmodic motion Seventeen,
eighteen nineteen, twenty.
- The Thinking Machine, instead of touch
ing the twentyfirst time, held the wire aloft
At the instant it would have touched the flesh, acr
cording to the beat, there the quick,
spasmodic twtch, and then the legs were still
You see the effect is precisely as if had touched
them the twenty-frst time, explained The Thinking
Machine, and that. Mr.. Hatch, is of the things
science doesn't attempt to explain. 1t can be ex-
planned some day-it will be explained, but
He paused. "Darrow hasn't been captured YETI,
he said ,
mo; no trace of him yet" was the reply. The
police have sent a general alarm for him all
the country, and to-day Burdock increased the
reward he offered from five thousand to ten thousand
dollars +.
One of my objections to dealing with the police
IS that they prone to jump at conclusions,
marked The Thinking Machine. L didn't say. of
course, that Darrow was murderer. He may have
killed Miss Burdock-he probably did,-but it
isn't conclusive at all Still he the next link in the
chain, so his presence is necessary"
Hatch gazed at him in amazement, and hundred
questions rushed to his lips. They stied by
the sudden appearance in the doorway of a young
man. A soft hat was pulled down over his eyes and
s / One hand.