The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-06-27

the Trout club.
''Poohl You're dreaming. James" re-
marked Mr.. Raddason uneasily. What
else did | say last night, chr"
James looked exceedingly uncom-
Portable. and yet there was a malicious
CLEAN In his little dark eye. He hest
tated until his master repeated impa-
tiently:
What else did say, JamesT'
The butler coughed deprecatingly,
looked helplessly around the room and
then blurted forth in low tone the
information that Mr. Raddason had
called him into the library to look at
little ringtalled green dragon which
he said was perched on the table.
"And what did you see there,
James?" demanded his master icily.
Il didn't see nothing. SIR" said the
butler uncomfortably.
you may go, James, and / recon-
mend that you omit several quarts Of
champagne from your daily ration;
I'll guarantee you won't see any ring
tailed green dragons or anything else"
4hAAs Aed0AdcO1 WoNO0 al Imperative
hand, and the butler went reluctantly
from the room His last look was at
the detective. and Mr.. Fem was posi-
tive that the butler crooked beckorl-
ing finger at him as he disappeared
by the way. you didn't get chance
to question James after all" remarked
Mr.. Raddason. Perhaps 1t doesn't
make any difference. though-the fell
low seems to be rather ratified about
something or other. don't know what
he meant by the Trout club dinner:
that's not due until the 23d"
Mr. Fem took the morning newspa-
per from the table and scanned the
pages carelessly. Presently his gaze
became fixed. and he read for several
moments before he laid the paper
down.
''I'd like to use the telephone for a
moment. Mr. Raddason." he said.
Where shall find it?"
''In the hall. .Iames will show you"
Raddason touched the bell, and James
appeared. and In response TO Mr..
Fenp's request he led the detective
down the long hall to the telephone
booth Before the detective picked up
the receiver he had a short conversa-
ton with the butler
When the defective returned to the
library he found Mr.. Raddason in the
act of swallowing a headache powder.
Had a beaStly headache all the morn
ing" he complained Il got to think
ing abonr hat confounded ring and
wondering where 1t had gone to
Don't worry any longer. Mr. Rad
dason," said the detective calmly
'Ffhe ring has been found f"
"Foundi" exclaimed Mr. Raddason
excitedly "You don't mean to say
James,
James is quite innocent, sir. In
fact, everybody's quite guiltless.
think l can give you little sketch Of
your evening and what followed.
First. you intended to stop at Flick
sells and get your jade ring, but as
you had an engagement to attend the
Trout clubs annual dinner you did
not stop for the ring, and 1t has not
yet been In your possession"
'Why-why-why, what do you
mean, Fenn?" sputtered Mr.. Raddason
warmly.
II just called Mr. Flicksell on the
telephone, and he says you haven't
been after the ring yet. If you will
look at this mornings newspaper you
Will see an account of the Trout clubs
dinner and also mention Of the fact
that Mr.. Raddason mixed a famous
punch of his own invention. called
ringtailed green dragon punch. Mr..
Raddason. 1t seems it Is composed of
soda water, absinth, lines in plenty.
mint, old Malaga wine and various
other ingredients-if you will pardon
me, sir, enough fireworks to make a
fellow see all sorts of queer things"
He looked away from Mr.. Raddason's
disturbed countenance
do you mean to say that l was-er
affected by that punch of my own
concoctionT asked the millionaire in a
horror struck voice. "Why. Mr.. Fem,
I've never been In that condition in
my LIFE"
II understand that you never have
been before, but took the liberty of
inquiring concerning your movements
last night. Several Of the guests
whose names are mentioned told me
that you were not feeling well and
went home at 1920. That's all, l be-
lieve, SIR" said the detective. rising
from his chair. "fr. Flicksell will tell
you that the ring has not yet been
called for
Mr.. Raddason sat in thoughtful ST.
Ience for some time james Is a good
fellow and OF impeccable character, as
I've already told you, Mr.. Fsnn." he
said, with a whimsical smile. II won
der what | owe him" He drew a
checkbook toward him and filed In a
check and gave it to the detective,
with a wry smile.
Zone on me, Mr.. Fem. I'll catch
you yet. though" be threatened.
The detective tucked the check
away with a satisfied chuckle. I'm
a temperance man myself. SIR" no
murmured THAT ringtailed green
dragon punch Of yours has served me