Ashland tidings. [volume] (Ashland, Or.) 1876-1919, 1914-12-28

! showed toward Storm. The latter read
1t, shrugged and nodded atfirmatively
fact that an enterprising reporter
found the discarded note and made a
great scoop for his paper. Bienreith
had challenged Storm to a duel. and
the latter had hotly agreed. despite
the fact that he knew nothing OF
swords and was a very Indifferent pis
| tol shot.
And Hassam Ali found way to dis
| pose of John Storm.
} And Zudora thought she had found n
way to save him. She found him In
the cellar, bravely trying to hit bulls
eye target. 1t would have been laugh
able under any other circumstance He
was not TO be swerved. however. And
when she threatened him with the DO
lice he laughed. He knew the police
of old. They would refuse to take the
affair seriously Storm laid down his
revolver and took a drink of water
Then he picked up the revolver und
began pegging away. Unobserved, she
drugged the drinking water There
would be no duel that night
! The next morning Bienreith was
found dead in his library. strangled
and John Storm. in daZed condition
disheveled. was arrested on the street
charged with murder
Hassam ali, in his capacity of Grim
inal Investigator. accompanied by Zu
dora. entered with the police the scene
! of the crime.
well. my child" said he. "here is
your first case. Let us see If you can
handle it Zudora. having a double
incentive. ran over to the dead man
On the floor she found q scarfpin
some small change, and she noticed
that his collar hung by the rear button
She hurriedly wrapped these three ar
ticles In her handkerchief The pecu
lar green spots on this collar had
aroused her curiosity
She was very unhappy The drug
she had given her lover had not put
wandering about the streets through
out the night In tiank state of mind
He would not be able to account for
his time, and she might plead in vain
that she had given him a~sleeping 20
ton to keep him in his house until all
chance to fight Bienreith was gone
Several days passed. Storm moped
In his cell. Truth to tell. he wasn't
sure that he hadn't killed his enemy
From the moment Zudora left him
until he found himself In jail he could
remember nothing. When she told
him what she had done he smiled and
forgave her
But you got me into a pretty pickle
little girl, and you'll have to get IN.
out of it"
Il will"
| The marks on the collar were pencil
marks. and they bothered her Often
she flung the collar vehemently from
her. but she always went back to II
One day she found something on the
I hoor In the library AT that moment
she attached no significance to the
find.
Zigzag pencil lines gu the collar
how had they come theref Before the
crimei That was noi quite possible
The German nad been scrupulOusly
neat IN his attire She invariably
sought what was known as the mys
tic room when confronted by any Sc
rious problem No sound ever reached
there A green parrot swung on a
perch He was. yer, old and was
doubtless the repository OF many a
strange secret Onr, he muttered
Lets get him!" Zudora thought this
rather odd and began quizzing the olu
bird But he refused to speak furthe,
Near the dais stood a mechanical at
fair constructed something after th,
manner of pin wheel II consisted
of two tubes OF glass winch revoIvp0
In opposite directions. filled with b
brilliant, dlffusing violet light This
little invention was Hassam Ais own.