The Monticellonian. [volume] (Monticello, Ark.) 1870-1920, 1915-04-01
The Exploits
of Elaine
A Detective Novel and Motion Picture Drama

it has gone, Jameson-the most alarm
ing and inexplicable series of murders
that has ever happened in this coun-
try. And nothing but this uncanny
hand to trace them by"
The editor paused a moment, then
exclaimed: Why. this fellow seems
to take diabolieal-I might almost
say hological-pleasure in crimes
of violence, revenge, avarice aud self
protection. Sometimes il seems as II
he delights in the pure deviltry or the
thing Il is weird"
He leaned over and spoke In low
tense tone. "Strangest of all. the tip
has just come to US that Fletcher. HaS-
worth, Sherburne and all the rest Of
these wealthy men were insured In
the Consolidated Mutual Life. Now.
Jameson, l want you to find Taylor
! Dodge, the president. and interview
him. Get what you can. at any cost"
l had naturally thought first of Ken
nedy, but there was no time now to
call him up and. besides, l must see
Dodge Immediately.
Dodge, I discovered over the tele-
! phone, was not at home nor at any of
the clubs to which he belonged Late
| though it was | concluded that he was
at his office. Ne amount of persuasion
could get me past the door, and,
though l found out later and shall tell
soon what was going on there, / de-
termined, about nine o'clock, that the
best way to get at Dodge was to go to
his house on Fifth avenue, if had
/ to camp on his front doorstep until
| morning. The harder / found the story
| to get the more | wanted it.
With some misgivings about being
| admitted, rang the bell of the splen-
did, though not very modern, Dodge
residence. An English butler, with
nose that must have been his fortune,
opened the door and gravely informed
| me that Mr.. Dodge was not at home,
but was expected at any moment.
Once in, was not going lightly to
give up that advantage. bethought
myself of his daughter Elaine, one of
the most popular debutantes of the
season, and sent in my card to her, on
chance of interesting her and seeing
her father, writing on the bottom of
the card Would like to interview
Mr.. Dodge regarding Clutching Hand"
Summoning up what assurance
had. which is sometimes considerable.
| followed the butler down the hall as
| he bore my card. AS he opened the
door of the drawing-room, | caught
vision of slip of a girl in evening
| clothes.
Elaine Dodge was both the ingenue
| and the athlete-the thoroughly mod
ern type of girl-eaually at home with
tennis and tango, table talk and tea
Near her l recognized from his pic
lures Harry Bennett, the rising young
corporation lawyer, a mighty good
looking fellow, with an affable, pleas
| ing way about him, perhaps thirty-fve
years old or so, but already prominent
| and quite friendly with Dodge.
"Who is it, Jennings?" she asked.
"A reporter, Miss Dodge" answered
the butler, glancing superciliously back
| at me. And you know how your father
dislikes to see anyone here at the
house," he added deferentially to her
Miss Dodge" l pleaded, bowling as
If had known them all my life. I've
been trying to find your father all the
evening. It's very important"
She looked up at me surprised and in
doubt whether to laugh or stamp her
pretty little foot in indignation at my
stupendous nerve.
She laughed. You are a very brave
young man, she rippled with a roguish
look at Benefits discontinue over the
interruption of the tete-a-tete.
There was note of seriousness in
it, too. that made me ask quickly,
"Why?"
The smile fitted from her face, and
in its place came a frank earnest ex-
preston, which | later learned to like
and respect very much, MY father has
declared he will eat the very next re-
porter who tries to interview him
| here she answered.
/ was about to prolong the waiting
time by some jolly about such a stun
ming girl not having by any POSSIBLE
ity such a cannibal of a parent, when
the rattle of the changing gears of a
car outside teld of the approach of a
limousine.
The big front door opened and
Elaine flung herself in the arms of an
elderly, stern-faced. gray-haired man.
Why, dad" she cried, where have
you been? | missed you so much at
dinner. I'll be so glad when this ter
rible business gets cleared up Tell
me. What is on your mind? What is
it that worries you now?"
noticed then that Dodge seemed
wrought up and a bit unnerved, for he
sank rather heavily into chair
brushed his face with his handkerchief
and breathed heavily Elaine lowered
over him solieitously, repeating her
question.
With a mighty effort he seemed to
get himself together He rose and
turned to Bennett
Harry he exclaimed, I've got the
Clutching Hand"
The two men stared at each other.
Yes" continued Dodge, I've found
out how to trace it, and tomorrow /
am going to set the alarms of the city
at rest by exposing"
! whereabouts in her Intervals had to