The Springdale news., 1915-02-19

peared. He came stealthily through that window, which he had opened A moment he hesitated, seeing Elaine asleep Then he tiptoed over to the bed. let us say, and for a moment looked at her, sleeping.
 A second later he had thrust his hand into his pocket and had taken out small glass bulb with a long thin neck. That was ethyl chloride-a drug which produces a quick anesthe- sSa. But it lasts only minute or two. That was enough. As he broke the glass neck of the bulb-letting the pieces fall on the floor near the bed he showed the thing under Elaine's face, turning his own head away and holding a handkerchief over his own nose The mere heat of his hand is enough to cause the ethyl chloride to spray out and overcome her instantly. He steps away from her a moment and replaces the now empty vial in his pocket
 Then he took box from his pocket, opened 1t. There must have been a syringe and a bottle of scopolamin Where they came from do not know, but perhaps from some hospital. l shall have to find that out later He went to Elaine, quickly jabbing the needle, with no resistance from her now. Slowly he replaced the bottle and the needle in his pocket. He could not have been in any hurry now. for it takes time for the drug to work"
 Kennedy paused Had we known at the time, Michael-he of sinister face-must have been in the hallway that night, careful that no one saw him. A tap at the door and the "Glutching Hand" must have beckoned him. A moments barley and they sep arated-"Clutching Hand" going back to Elaine, who was now under the in- fiuenee of the second drug.
 Our criminal" resumed Kennedy thoughtfully, may have shaken Elaine. She did not answer. Then he may have partly revived her. She must have been startled 'Clutehing Hand, perhaps, was half crouching, with big ugly blue steel revolver leveled full in her face.
 One word and l shoot, he prob ably cried Get up.
 Trembling. she must have done so Your slippers and kimono,, he would naturally have ordered She put them on mechanically. Then he must have ordered her to go out Of i Q n6 bn ct fai irs tah ing Hand must have followed, and as he did so he would have cautiously put out the lights.
 We were following, spellbound, Ken nedy's graphic reconstruction of what must haze happened Evidently he had struck close to the truth. Elaine's eyes were closed Gently Kennedy led her along Now, Miss Dodge he en- eouraged, "try-try hard to reeolleet justvhat. it was that happened last night-eyerything."
 AS Kennedy paused after his quick recital, she seemed to tremble all over. Slowly she began to speak We stood awestruek. Kennedy had been right,
 The girl was now living over again those minutes that had been forgot ten plotted out by the drug
 And it was all real to her, too-ter- ribly real. She was speaking, plainly in terror
 T see a man-oh, such a figure with mask He holds a gun in my face-he threatens me. 1 put on my kimono and slippers, as he tells me. l am in daze. l know what 1 am doing-and don't know. l go out with him. downstairs, into the library.
 Elaine shuddered again at the recol. lection. Ugh. The room is dark, the room where he killed my father. Moonlight outside streams in. This masked man and l come in. He switches on the lights.
 Go to the safe he says, and do 1.-the new safe, you know. Dc you know the combination?' he asks me. Yes, l reply, too frightened to say no.
 Open it then he says, waving that awful revolver closer. l do so. Hast. fly he rummages through it, throwing papers here and there. But he seems not to find what he is after and turns away, swearing fearfully.
 Hang it, he cries at me. Where else did your father keep papers?' point in desperation at the desk. He takes one last look at the safe. shoves all the papers he has strewn on the floor back again and slams the safe shut.
 Now, come on, he says, indicating with the gun that he wants me to fol low him away from the safe. At the desk he repeats the search But he finds nothing. Almost l think he is about to kill me. Where else did youi father keep papers?' he misses fiereely still threatening me with the gun.
 T am too frightened to speak But at last I am able to say, II don know.' Again he threatens me. As God is my judge, 1 cry, I don't know. I. bo