Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-31

last words were INTENDED 10 arouse
osity; to hang over you all the re
life and torment you. You can III
vindictive, petty brain like that putt
safely beyond your reach-but just beyo
enough to tantalize, and yet far enough
undiscovered This seems to me to be
attitude in this case Your grandfather
YOU would do just what you have done
is, search the house and lot. He kneV
YOU would search banks and safety dep
and with a million at stake he knew
done thoroughly. knowing this, natural
not put the money in any of those place
Then what? He doesn't own any 9th
as far as we know, and we shall assume
not buy property in the name of some OF
therefore, what have we left! Obv1o,
money is still in existence, it is hidden on
else property And the minute we say tn
the whole wide world to search. But ag
the deviltry and righteousness of the old /
that down? Wouldn't he have liked tc
as a diving thought that the money was
within your reach, and vet safely beyond
it? Wouldn't it have been a keener
revenge to have you dig over the whole
place, while the money was hidden Just
six feet outside in a spot where you
would never Dig 1t might be sixty,
or six hundred, or six thousand. But
then we have the law of probability to
narrow those limits; So
Professor Van Dusen turned suddenly
and stroled across the uneven ground
to the property line. Walking slowly
and scrutinizing the ground as he went,
he circled the lot,. returning to the
starting point Dr. Ballard had followed
along behind him.
Are all your grandfather's belong
ings still in the house, asked the
scientist.
Yes, everything just as he left it;
that is, except his dog and parrot.
They are temporarily in charge of a
widow down the road here"
The scientist looked at DR. Ballard
quickly. What sort of dog is it, he
inquired.
"A St. Bernard. think" replied DR.
Ballard wonderingly.
Do you happen to have glove or
something that you know your grand
father wore?'
Il have a glove, yes"
From ~ debris which Uttered the
floor of the house, well worn glove
was recovered.
Now, the dog, please" commanded
the scientist.
A short walk along the country road
brought them TO mouse, ana mere tney
stopped The St. Bernard, a shaggy,
handsome, boisterous old chap, with
wise eyes. was led out in leash. The
Thinking Machine thrust the glove for
ward, and the dog shifted at it. After
moment he sank down on his launches,
and with head thrust forward and up
ward, whined softly. 1t was the call of
the brute soul to its master
The Thinking Machine patted the he
head, and with the glove still in his hal
if to go away. Again came the whine,
sank down on the floor, with his head
forepaws, regarding him intently. For
the scientist sought to coax the anims
him. but still he lay motionless.
Il don't mind keepin that dog here
parrot is powerful noisy" said the wor
moment She'had been standing by w
scientist curiously. There amt no p
house"
Noisy-how?" asked DR.. Ballard.
q He swears and sings and whistles
'rithmetic all day long" the woman expl
nearly drives me distracted
Does arithmetic" inquired The Tn
chine
Yes" replied the woman, land he
terrible It's almost like havin' man
house. There he goes now" -.-..r
From another room came sudden,
burst of profanity followed instantly b,