The Glenwood post., 1910-12-17

telephone yesterday morning"
Probably hadn't yet discovered the
Bronson notes-providinE 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" I replied. Il
would like to sit up, Doctor"
Nonsense. Take a rest while you
have an excuse for 1t. wish to thun-
der l could stay in bed for day or
so. was up all night"
Have a drink" Mcknight said,
pushing over the bottle.
"Twins!" The doctor grinned.
Have two drinks"
But the medical mar refused.
'I 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 a sudden terrible vision of the
amateur detective coming to light,
notebook, cheerful impertinence and
incriminating data. "A small man?"
l demanded. gray hair"
Keep your mouth closed" the doc
tor said peremptorily. mo. A wom-
an, with a 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 recover7" Mcknight put in.
He was examining the doctor with .
new awe.
"She lifted her right arm before l
left" the doctor finished cheerily, so
the operation was a success, even II
she should die"
Good heavens" Mcknight broke
in "and 1 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.
| hated to cut it."
Mcknight and I exchanged glances.
DO you know her name, doctor?' l
asked
NO. The nurses said her clothes
came from Pittsburg tailor"
She is not conscious, j suppose?'
No; she may be to-morrow-or in
a 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 wistfuliy.
"Jove, wish I had his constitu-
tion," he exclaimed. Neither nerves
nor heart! What chauffeur he would
make!"
But I was serious
II 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
fix if it does II that woman is going
to die, somebody ought to be around
to take her deposition. She knows
lot, if she didn't do it herself. | wish
you would go down to the telephone
and get the hospital Find out her
name. and II she is conscious
|. Mcknight went under protest. Il
haven't much time" he said, looking
at his watch I'm to meet Mrs. West
and Alison at one. I want you to
know them, Lollie. You would like
the mother"
why not T. '7ughter?" | in
quired | toucl e 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"
81 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 eternal
matrimonial chase, give me instead
good stubble, fox. some decent dogs
and a 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.
l hardly know what prompted me
to take out the gold purse and look
at it. 1t was an imbecile thing to do
call it impulse, sentimentality
what you wish. I brought it out, ole
eye on the door, for Mrs. Klopton has
ready eye and noiseless shoe. But
the house was quiet. Downstairs Nc
Knight was flirting with the telephone
central and there was an odor of
boneset tea in the air. think Mrs.
Klopton was fascinated out of her
theories by the "boneset" in connec-
tion with the fractured arm.
Anyhow, held up the bag and look