The Ely miner., 1915-04-23

| peared. He came stealthily throuxh
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 . moment
locked at her. sleeping.
A second later he had thrust his
hand into his pocket and had taken out
q small glass bulb with a long thin
neck. That was ethyl Chloride
drug which produces q quick anesthe-
| sia- But 1t lasts Only a 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
iacs, turning mis- Own mead away ana
holding q handkerchief over his own
nnse The mere beat CO h!ss hand .s
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 a box from his pocket,
opened it. There must have been a
syringe and a bottle of scopolamin.
Where they came from l do not know,
but perhaps from some hospital.
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 1t takes time for the drug to
work"
Kennedy paused. Had we known at
the time, Michael-he of a sinister
face-must have been in the hallway
that night, careful that no one saw
him. A tap at the door and the
"Clutching Hand" must have beckoned
him. A moments parley and they sep
arated-"Clutching Hand" going back
to Elaine, who was now under the in
fuence 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. 'Clutching
Hand perhaps. was half crouching,
with a big ugly blue steel revolver
leveled full in her face.
Zone word and / shoot!' he prob
ably cried. Get up!
Trembling, she must have done so.
Your slippers and a kimono, he
would naturally have ordered. She
put them on mechanically. Then he
must have ordered her to go out of
the door and down the stairs. Clutch
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 have happened. Evidently he
had struck close to the truth. Elaine's
eyes were closed. Gently Kennedy led
her along. Now, Miss Dodge" he en-
couraged. "try-try hard to recollect
just what it was that happened last
night-everything."
AS Kennedy paused after his quick
recital, she seemed to tremble all over.
Slowly she began to speak We stood
awestruck. Kennedy had been right!
The girl was now living over again
those minutes that had been forgot
ten-blotted out by the drug
And it was all real to her, too-ter-
ribly real. She was speaking, plainly
In terror
Il see a man-oh, such a figure
with mask. He holds a gun in nv |
Iace-he threatens me. / put on my |
kimono and slippers, as he tells me.
am in daze. I know what l am
doing-and don't know. l go out |
with him. downstairs, into the library"
Elaine shuddered again at the recol- !
ection. Ugh! The room is dark,
he 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
10 1.-THE new safe, you know. DO
'ou know the combination?' he asks
ne. Yes reply, too frightened to
ay no.
"'Open 1t them he says, waving that
Iwful revolver closer. do so. Hast
ly he rummages through It, throwing
Dapers here and there. But he seems
lot to find what he is after and turns
way, swearing fearfully.
Hang it, he cries at me. Where
lse did your father keep papers?
'oint in desperation at the desk He
axes one last look at the safe. shoves
IL the papers he has strewn on the
oor back again and slams the safe
hut.
Now, come on he says, Indicating
nth the gun that he wants me to fol.
ow him away from the SAFE At the
esk he repeats the search. But he
nds nothing. Almost l think he is
bout to kill me. Where else did your
ather keep papers,? he Kisses fiercely,
till threatening me with the gun.
Il am too frightened to speak. But
last ! am able to say, II don't ,
now!' Again he threatens me. AS
cd is my judge cry, I don't know
is fearful. VIII he shoot me?
Thank heaven! At last he believes
le. But such look of foiled fury l
ave never seen on any human face 3
efore.
60 Sit down. he growls. adding, at ,
le desk do.
Take some Of your note paper
le best do that, too.
And pen,' he goes on. My fin ,
srs can hardly hold It.
'Now-write!' he says, and as he ,
ctates, l write :
"This?" interjected Kennedy, eager
holding up the letter that he had 4.
ceived from her. ,