Bisbee daily review., 1914-12-10

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 Flint advanced Co where be was git | Ung ia tho lounge and helped himself ' to an adjacent chair. Tom was not precitely ovorioyed at the encounter | "Hcw do." he said shortly-the ! hroadest interpretation of the saluta- ! tlon could not construe itas an inquiry ! touching upon Che state of Mir. Flints ! health and happiness.
 That gentleman did not Immediately respond. but presently his eyes wrlnkled in a smile "1 have just learned that Mir. Ru- dolph Van Vechten is out of the city" he quickly remarked. "lt hasn't been more than a minute since learned 1t myself" returned Tom.
 MT Flint's eyebrows went up. "In- deed2 Then you haven't been to- gether?'
 Tom shook his head. CT have found Q position"-he indicated his uniform --"I have been pretty busy. took run downtown to look him up"
 The detective seemed to be much interested in Captain Phinney's uni form The latter was extremely III at ease. for he dreaded the astute officers powers of discernment.
 "I am rather anxious Co find him." Mir Flint ended another pause.
 'I haven't the least idea where he is.- said Tom. Learned anything new?"
 The detective produced a small strip ! of paper upon which were a half-dozen or so typewritten lines; this he sat holding in one hand
 ''l have just come from Mir. Theo- dore Van Vechten," he said with whimsical air. He sent for me"
 'The dickens he did!" Tom ex. | pressed his astonishment About your murder case? Miss Carew?"
 With his customary deliberation, the other amplifed.
 Mfr. Theodore Van Vechten is man who can neither be surprised nor forced from his reticence. l obeyed the summons rather hopefully, and learned just what he wanted me to- no more, no less. He had the informa- ton all ready for me, written upon this slip of paper
 Tom cOntented himself with a grunt that was expressive of his bewilder. ment and curiosity; he did not want to set a precedent by asking too many questions. Mir. Flint went on:
 'It took him something less than twenty seconds 10 tell me what he wanted and dismiss me" He seemed to have enjoyed the episode With. out word of greeting or preface, he said: If you want to find Max vii. lard"
 Just that. If you want to find Max Willard, perhaps this will help you. He handed me this bit of typewriting, and I was shown out of the office. am now on my way to follow up the in. formation; but I should like to have seen Mir. Rudolph first"
 He handed Tom the slip of paper who read with growing bewilderment:
 On August IS, 1911, letters patent were issued to Max Willard, New York through Patterson, Reed & Patterson, attorneys, Washington, D. C., for a new explosive called "willardite," reputed to be the most powerful in existence For several months secret negotiations have been in progress between Vii lard and the U. s. government. While Tom had feeling that this information, if properly understood would clear up much that was secret and obscure respecting Willard and his conduct, still 1t did not enHghte1 him in any way. Indeed. 1t was all the more bafiling that the intelligence should come voluntarily from the Man of Iron. He puzzled iruitlessly over it while, then asked: :, Whats this got to do with either @ the murder or Miss Carew?" @ Nothing" cheerfully returned the ,- detective. folding the slip of paper and depositing 1t in his wallet, nothing ?, whatever. Good dayi"
 And he left Tom more perplexeC T and mystifed than ever.