Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1912-04-12
The Argus Daily Story
Bought in London-By Clariss Mackie
Copyrighted 1911 by Associated Literary Bureau

"No; l haven't thought Of it since"
"Did you hire the young womanT
mo; 1 didn't decide upon any OF
them. She impressed me favorabiy.
She Is employed in law Office at pres
ent, but is dissatisfied with the situa-
ton. She appeaned bright enough. but
she had q bit Of Cockney accent that
might CRATE upon me II 1 was COM
PEELED to listen to it daily" Mr.. Tborne
polished his eyeglasses with fastidious
care.
eShe was English, thenT'
"Yes"
While my partner was talking to MI.
Thorne was quite busy looking for
the dropped glove. foundeat presently
and examined 1t with interest
Its color impressed me at once 1t
was rather an unusual color In a lady's
glove. 1t was bright green kid, or,
rather. had been bright green until the
playful Ulysses had chewed 1t into
dull looking rag. There were traces of
its original color in spots, and the glove
appeared to have been new. The name
of the maker was there-"Panwith,
London"
81 believe haveaclew, Mr.. Thorne,7
I said, stufing the glove into my
pocket 81 will return In fifteen min
utes;" and without further explanation
I left the house and repaired TO the
shop Of friend OF mine, a chemist.
He made a test and assured me that
the green glove 1 showed him con-
tanned a deadly poison in the dye.
would 1t kill a dog If he chewed it
up?' asked.
$50 dead that he'd never zap again."
assured Pills solemnly, and fastened
with this information to the Therne
house.
"As a matter of fact, then, my poor
Ulysses committed suicide, for his own
playfulness led to his death" lamented
Mr.. Thorne when I had concluded.
Some one should warn the young
woman Of the deadly nature Of the
glove she still retains. Iswonder if an
advertisement inserted in the paper
would be effecttvei Unfortunately,
have forgotten her name and address"
Leave It to us Mr.. Thorne," I said
confidently. 1--WE viii trace the young
woman and warn her: also We will
write to the manufacturer Of the gloves
and tell him Of this fatal accident"
you are indeed clever" said Mr..
Thorne amiahly as he shook hands
with us, land you merit the reputation
you have gained along these lines.
Poor Ulysses will be inferred at the
dog cemetery tomorrow. II you gen
tlemen care to attend'-
with PLEASURE we murmured In
unison, and it was not until we were
out Of sight of the house that real
lied what we had said.
How are you going to make good
on the girl with the green glover"
asked Jack when we had stopped
laughing.
"T'll show you" said proudly. 81
have remembered seeing another glove
! of this particular hue. Watch mel"
Jack watched me closely as we re-
turned to the office and 1 entered my
| private room. l could hear Miss Daw-
son tapping the type machine in her
cubbyhole of room beyond. pressed
the button that would summon her to
| our presence.
She came, a large, fat, pink and
white golden haired girl, who quivered
| like a blanc mango whenever she
moved.
81 have found your other green
glove, Miss Dawson" said without
| preface.
"Oh, Mr.. Harley!r' she gasped, los
har
eyes. The pug dog at Mr.. Thorne's
! snatched it from your hand yesterday
and chewed it. 1t may interest you to
know that the dog died from the eff
| fects of the feast. Are you related to-
the Hawkins who was formerly butler
for Mr. ThorneT'
| She nodded. Hes my grandfather,
Mr.. Harley"
That's all, Miss Dawson-only
there's new pair of gloves coming to
you; perhaps we better make it a dozen
pairs"
Jack grinned approximately at me as
she left the room smiling. How did
you ever bring her into the gamer he
asked.
lifted my waste paper basket and
babe him look into 1t.
There on the pile Of paper was an
almost new bright green kid glove.
Stamped on the lining the makers
name was plainly legible. "Panwith,
London" it read.
81 noticed 1t there this morning, and
the name must have stuck in my mind,
because when found the chewed
glove there in the library l saw the
name inside and found my first clew
to our first murder mystery Miss Daw-
son had thrown this odd glove away"
"Queer-queer as the devil, isn't it?"
asked Jack.
Eyes, all OF it. Think of the dog bit
ing that old butler and tanning him for
life, and then the girl, his granddaugh-
ter, going there and by accident wear
ing these new gloves and the beast
chewing one and dying. WHAT do you
call itT'
"Retribudve justicer' declared my
partner. 4
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