The Montgomery tribune., 1910-09-16
that man Sullivan called me over tho
telephone yesterday morning"

Probably hadn't yet discovered the
Bronson notes--providing you hold to
your theory that the theft was in
cidental to the murder. May have
wanted his own clothes again, or to
thank you for yours. Search me;
can't think of anything else" The
doctor came in Just then.
Pretty good shape" he said. How
did you sleep?'
"Oh, occasionally" ! replied. Il
would like to sit up, doctor"
e"Nonsense. Take a rest while you
have an excuse for 1t. wish to thun.
der could stay in bed for day or
so. | was up all night"
Have a drink" Mcknight said,
pushing over The bottle.
"Twinsi" The doctor grinned.
"IIave two drinks"
But the medical man refused.
~ wouldn't even wear a champagne
colored necktie during business
hours" he explained. "By the way,
/ had another case from your acci-
dent Mr.. Blakeley, last yesterday aft
ernoon. Under the tongue, please"
He stuck thermometer in my mouth.
had sudden terrible vision of the
amateur detective coming to light,
notebook, cheerful impertinence and
discriminating data. "a small mani"
/ demanded. gray hair"
Keep your mouth closed" the doc
tor said peremptorily. "No. A wom-
an, with fractured skull. Beautiful
case. Van Kirk was up to his eyes
and sent for me. Hemorrhage. right
sided paralysis, irregular pupils-all
the trimmings. Worked for two
hours"
did she recover?" Mcknight put in.
He was examining the doctor with a
| new awe.
"She lifted her right arm before
| left" the doctor finished cheerily, so
| the operation was success, even II
she should die"
| Good heavens" Mcknight broke
| in "and / thought you were just an
| ordinary mortal, like the rest of us!
| Let me touch you for luck. Was she
pretty?"
Yes, and young. Had wealth Of
bronze-colored hair. Upon my soul,
l hated to cut it."
| Mcknight and I exchanged glances.
| do you know her name, doctor?' /
asked
mo. The nurses said her clothes
came from Pittsburg tailor"
"She is not conscious, suppose?"
~ H<N 30 mr. n
week"
He looked at the thermometer,
murmured something about liquid diet,
avoiding my eye-Mrs. Klopton was
broiling a chop at the time-and took
his departure, humming cheerfully as
he went downstairs. Mcknight looked
after him wistfully.
"Jove, l wish / had his constitu-
tion," he exclaimed. Neither nerves
nor heart! What chauffeur he would
make!"
But was serious.
Il have an idea," / said grimly,
that this small matter Of the murder
is going to come up again, and that
your uncle will be in the deuce of a
1 3.
to die, somebody ought to be around
to take her deposition. She knows q
lot, If she didn't do it herself. l wish
you would 90 down to the telephone
and get the hospital. Find out heI
name. and If she is conscious
Mcknight went under protest. u
haven't much time," he said, looking
l IL. a. I've
and Alison at one. / want you to
know them, Lollie. You would like
the mother"
why not the daughter?' l in
quired touched the little gold bag
under the pillow.
Well" he said judicially, you've
always declared against the immature
ty and romantic nonsense of very
young women"
Il never said anything of the sort,
retorted furiously.
"'There is more satisfaction to be
had out of good saddle horse." he
quoted me. "'More excitement out
of polo pony, and as for the eterna
matrimonial chase, give me instead
SoOu StuUple, d loA, SoHs uoSSh' uoSS
and hunter, and I'll show you the
real joys of the chase!'"
For heavens sake, go down to the
telephone, you make my head ACHE
, said savagely.
hardly know what prompted me
to take out the gold purse and lool
J at it. 1t was an imbecile thing to dt
| call it impulse, sentimentality
| what you wish. l brought it out, on'
eye on the door, for Mrs. Klopton ha!
, ready eye and a noiseless shoe. Blu
, the house was quiet. Downstairs Nc
Knight was flirting with the telephone
, central and there was an odor o
boneset tea in the air l think Mrs
Klopton was fascinated out of he