The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1912-03-25

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| Practically. I've kept the point
of the story to the last. Professor
Mosely committed suicide this
morning"
| If Mr.. Curtis Fleming had de-
! signed to make an impression on
his visitor. his ambition was full
filled. Average Jones got to his
feet slowly, walked over to the
window, returned, picked up the
strange proof with its message of
suggested peril, studied 1t, return
ed to the window. and stared out
into the gray day.
''Cut his throat about nine this
morning" pursued the other
dead when they found him."
do you mind not talking to me
for minute?" said Average Jones
CURLY.
"Told to hold my tongue in my
own house by an unlimited strip
ling" cackled the other. you're
a singular young man. Have 1t
your own way"
After a five minutes silence the
visitor turned from the window
and spoke. There has been a
deadly danger loose about here for
which Professor Moseley felt him
self responsible. He has killed
himself. Why?"
Because l was on his TRAIL" de-
clared Mr.. Curtis Fleming. Afraid
to face me-"
Nonsense. I believe some hui
man being has been killed by this
thing, whatever it may be, and
that the horror of it drove Moseley
to suicide"
prove it."
Give me the morning paper"
His host handed him the current
issue of the DelineatOr.
Average Jones studied the local
page.
Where's Galvin's Alley?" he
asked presently.
1.-TWO short blocks from here"
"In the Golden Hill section?"
Eyes"
Read that"
Mr.. Curtis Fleming took the
paper. His eyes were directed to
a paragraph telling of the death of
an Italian child living In Galvin's
Alley. Cause, commissions.
"By jove!" said he, somewhat
awed. You can reason, young
man."
1--WE got to reason a lot farther
IL I'm to get anywhere In this af-
fair" said Average Jones with
conviction. "Do you care to come
to Galvin's Alley with me?"
Together they went down the
hill to a poor little house, marked
by white crepe. The occupants
were Italians who spoke some
English. They said that four-year-
old Pietro had been playing about
a woodpile the afternoon before,
when he was taken sick and came
home, staggering. The doctor
could do nothing. The little one
passed from spasm into spasn,,
and died in an hour.
ss'Was there a mark like a ring
anywhere ON the hand or face !"
asked Average Jones.
The dead child's father looked
surprised. That, he said. was
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had come that very morning ask
ed; a queer, bent little gentleman,
very bald and with big eyeglasses
who was kind, and wept with them
and gave them money to bury the
"bambino."
"Moseley, by the Lord Harry!"
exclaimed Mr.. Curtis Fleming
But what was the death-agent:"
average Jones shook his head
|'Too early to do more than guess.
Will you take me to Professor
Moseley's placer"
The old house stood four-square
with a patched-up conservatory on
one wing. In the front room they
found the refuses body deeently
disposed, with an undertaker's as
sistant In charge. From the green
house came a subdued kissing.
What's that?" asked Jones.
"Fumigating the conservatory.
There was note found near the
body insisting on it's being done.
For safety, it said, SO / ordered
| 1t looked to-"
You're in charge, then?"
Its my house. And there are