Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1915-01-17

Suit yourself,'"' careessly. But reme"- ber if it turns out to be an ordinary case' " will not count"
 q accept that risk"
 Zudora, in accordance with her agreement with her lover, John Storm, wrote him ex- plaining about the case, and asked him to meet her at the NIcWinter house the follow ing afternoon. When the two arrived in the village they found the suburbs in tur- moil There had been, they found, puni- tive expedition against the jail that held Smith, but it had been frustrated.
 "This is going to be interesting, John," said Zudora
 "I'ye an idea I'd like to plead for the poor devil. I never realized how many kinks there were in life until you entered this de- tective business
 The unexpected is always happening On the face of it this man Smith looks guilty The very fact that the woman is eager to save him has suspicious angle. But for all this, we may find him innocent as a child.' |" Meantime Hassam Ali had not been Idle. He was going to lose no chance to further his schemes. To be sure, he had signi6ed his utter lack of interest in the case but that had been to hoodwink his niece. So quietly and unobserved he made a secret in- vestigation of the shack It did not take his remarkably keen eyes long to discover what had taken place. Clever. abominaply clever! Here was criminal who had fantasf tic ideas If this internal contrivance had served one mans purpose 1t might readily serve another's.
 So he contrived to separate Zudora and Storm and bring the latter to the shack He wrote frankly, signing his own name. and declaring that it would not be safe for Zu- dora to go deeply into thls case, as there was more to it than could be seen on the surface. So Storm concluded to meet Has, sam Ali at the shack and find out what he had to say. He promised himself that he would be cautious and watch every move of his enemy
 Everything ready for him, but again Hassam Ali was overanxious. He set one ef the bottles he had found in a cabinet on the little platform near the ceiling. Vel come. Mr. Storm, welcome. He laughed and his laughter might well have been an echo to that made by the man who had built dlis wndowless shack
 By and by he heard hurrying footsteps Slyly he looked out and observed the unsls- pectlns attorney, Good. But something sE"-@c, lhe >p1ing moved too soon, or Eas- Tho ioor san 11E yioisirtly There came tinhlc Of breaking glass and Hassam Al; struggled desperately to pull the door open. He was already too weak
 Storm heard the Moor. He concluded his journey at run. It took all his strength to force the door, which immediately closed agaln when he was inside. He saw dmly his enemy sinking helplessy to the floor and almost instantly it seemed that the walls of the shack had begun to revolye. Fu,c,sl He stumbled desperately toward the door
 
 thihs that saved Hassam Ali or Storm for that matter, was the second opening of the door, which let in a gust of pure air and carried out certain volume of the poison. fortunately for both of them Zudora and Mrs McWinter were both starting ont for 'he siack at the very moment the door closed upon Hassam Ali. Mrs. McWinter dreaded 
 10 see the fatal shack again, but Zudora insisted. She must see the shack and evorv- thins in it, if she was to aid Smith in tto Slightest degree. After Mrs. McWinter had fully explained the conditions Zndoro was N'i'e conhdeht that the man Smith was in- hocent' no matter how deeply circumstantal evidence had involved him. She also fe1t lnstlnctively that the widow was ho,dno something back.
 There it is,' announced Mrs. McWipter with shudder.
 ny, there are no windows in ;ti,
 Know it. My husband built it, ror what purpose cannot say, unless if was +o experiment in." Mrs. McWintsrs began +o cry.
 There, there!" said Zudora Fror, ,,,,+ you have told me I don't think that bnsband ot yours was worth tears"
 But have not told you all!"
 well, what more is there to tell?"
 The man accused of my husbands death was never my lover. He was my nrotber,n
 uood heavens; why didn't you tell that to the coroner?"
 aared not. I dared not tell even nv husband that" ny "Why?"
 My brother is an escaped convict, Again IL was eircumstantial evidence. He sufferel ah another mans place. For two years ho