The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1914-12-25

showed toward Storm. The latter read
it. shrugged and nodded affirmatively.
All might have gone we'll but for The
fact that an enterpriSing reporter
found the discarded note and made q
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 very Indifferent pis
tol shot.
And Hassam Ali found a way to dis
pose Of John Storm.
And Zudora thought she had found a
way to save him. She found him In
the cellar. bravely trying to hit a 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 po-
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 and
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 a 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 pecul-
lar green spots on this collar had
aroused her curiosity.
She was very unhappy. The drug
she had given her lover had not put
him to sleep. It had merely sent him
wandering about the stree, through
out the right in a blank state Of mind
He would not be able to account for
his time, and she might plead in vain
that she had given him sleeping po-
ton to keep him in bis 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 il jail be could
remember nothing. When she told
him what she had done he smiled and
forgave her.
But you got me into pretty pickle,
little girl, and you'll have to get me
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 it.
One day she found something On the
floor in the library At that moment
she attached no significance to the
find.
Zigzag pencil lines on the collar
how had they come there? Before the
crime? That was not quite possible
The German had 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 very old and was
doubtless the repository of many Q
! strange secret. Once be muttered
Lets get him." Zudora thought this
rather odd and began quiZziag the old
bird. But he refused to speak further
Near the dais stood mechanical at
i fair constructed something after the
manner of a pin wheel. 1t consisted
of two tubes Of glass, which revo!vec
in opposite directions, filed with
br;Il;o,,+ 1iffuSiuu violet light Ih::