The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1912-05-04

row on A. Jones. Advisor, Aston
Court Temple"
This Average Jones enclosed in
an envelope which he addressed
in writing to Alden Honeywell,
Esq, $50 West Seventy-fourth
Street, City, afterward pin-prick-
ing the letters in outline. Gust
for moral effect" he explained.
I'm part this ought to give him a
| taste of the trouble he made for
poor Robinson. You'll be there
tomorrow, Bert?"
Watch mel" replied that gen.
tleman with unwonted emphasis.
But will Alden Honeywell, Es-
quire?"
Surely. Also Mr.. William H.
Robinson, of the Caronia. Note
that of the Caronia.' It's sig
nificant."
At three-thirty the following
afternoon three men were waiting
in Average Jones inner office.
Average Jones sat at his desk
sedulously polishing his left
hand fore-knuckle with the ten
mis- callous of his right palm.
Bertram lounged gracefully in the
big chair. Mr.. Robinson fidgeted.
There was an atmosphere of ten
sion in the room. At three-forty
there came a tap-tapping across
the floor of the outer room, and
knock at the door brought them
all to their feet. Average Jones
threw the door open, took the
man who stood outside by the
arm, and pushing a chair toward
him, seated him in it.
The newcomer was an elderly
man dressed with sober elegance.
In his scarf was a scarab of freak
value; on his left hand a superb
signet ring. He carried a heavy,
gold-mounted stick. His face
was curiously divided against it.
self. The fine calm forehead and
the deep setting of the widely
separated eyes gave an impress
sion of intellectual power and
balance. But the lower part of
the face was mere wreckage; the
chin quivering and fallen, from
self-indulgence, the fine lines of
the nose coarsened by the spread
ing nostrils; the mouth showing
both the soft contours Of sensu-
ality and the hard, fine lines of
craft and cruelty. The mans
eyes were unholy. They stared
straight before him, and were
dead. With his entrance there
was infused in the atmosphere a
sense of something venomous.
"Mr. Alden Honeywell" said
Average Jones.
Eyes" The voice had refine
| ment and calm.
II want to Introduce you to
Mr.. William H. Robinson"
The newcomers head turned
slowly to his right shoulder then
back. His eyes remained rigid.
"Why, the mans blind" burst
out Mr.. Robinson in his piping
voice.
Blind" echoed Bertram. "Did
you know this, Average?"
"Of course. The pin-pricks
showed it. And the letter mailed
to Mr.. Robinson at the General
Delivery, which, if you remem-
Der, had the address penciled In
from pin-holes."
when you have quite done dis
cussing my personal misfortune, NJ
co III nnUuyAI1 noffnnf1u ennr-
haps you will be good enough to
tell me which is William Robin
son." e
II am" returned the owner OF
that name. "And do YOU be
good enough to tell me why you
hound me with your hellish
threats"
THAT is not William Robin
sons voice!" spid the blind man.
who are your"
William H. Robinson"
mot William Honeywell Rob-
inson!"
mo; William Hunter Robin
son."
Then why am brought
here?"
"To make statement for pub
LEGATION in tomorrow mornings
newspaper" returned Average
Jones crisply.
Statement? Is this a yellow
journal trap?"
CAS- a courtesy to Mr.. Robin
son, I'll explain. How long have
you lived in the Caronia, Mr..
Robinson"
About eight months"
Then, some three or four
months before you moved in, an
other William H. Robinson lived
there for short time. His mid
die name was. Honeywell. He is
a cousin, and an object of great
solicitude to this gentleman here.
In fact, he is, or will be, the
chief witness against Mr.. Honey
we'll in his effort to break the
famous Holden Honeywell will,
disposing of some ten million dol
lars. Am ! r:SSt, Mr.. Honeyweil?"
Thus far" replied the blind
man composedly.
Five years ago William
HONEYWELL Robinson hecame adj