American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1915-05-06

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Wait a moment, dear" Florence
lowered the peach. Jim turned to the
maid. Who sent it?"
II don't know. sir. A messenger
brought II. saying IL was for Miss
Hargreave."
Let me see II there is a card"
But Jim searched in vain for the card
OF the donor. At once all his suspi.
cions arose. Don't touch them. Bet
ter let the maid throw them out.
Fruit from unknown persons might
not be the healthiest thing in the
world"
What do you think"
That in all probability they are poi.
soned. But there's no need trying to
prove my theory right or wrong. Ask
Jones. He'll tell you to throw them
away"
HORRIBLE" Florence s~huddered.
But they do not want to poison me.
I'm too valuable. They want me
alive"
Who a say?" returned Jim
gloomily. They may have learned
that they cannot beat us, no matter
what card they turn up. | may be
wrong, but take my advice and throw
them away. . Good Lord, what's
that?" startled.
Some one cried"
20. Miss F1orence!" exclaimed the
maid, terror stricken as she recalled
Susan's act. Miss Susan took a
peach from the basket and was eating
II on the way to her roomi"
Good heavensl" gasped jim. 81
was right. The fruit was poisoned"
Jim had head enough to send for o
specialist he knew. The specialist ar.
rived about twenty minutes after Sus.
ans first cry. To his keen eye II
looked like a certain poison which had
for its basis the enom of the cobra.
VIII she liver"
20. yes. But she'll be a wreck for
some months. Send her TO the hos.
pital where ] can visit her frequently.
And III take that peach along for
analysis. No police AFFAIR.""
No. We dare not call them in"
said Jim.
That's your affair. I'll send down
the ambulance. Keep her quiet. She'll
have a species Of paralysis; but thatII
work or under the treatment. A
strange business"
so II is" agreed Jim grimly.
Florence knelt beside her friends
bed and cried softly.
"You called me Just in time. An
hour later. nothing would have saved
her. She would have been paralyzed
for life"
Jim accompanied the doctor to the
door and went In search OF Jones He
found the taciturn butler eylng the
fruit basket. his face gray and drawn.
though his yes blazed with fury.
"Poisoni"
"A pretty bad poison. too" said Jim.
We can't do anything. We've inst
got to alt still. But in the end wen
get them. That she devil :"
No. my friend; that he devil. The
woman IL mad over him and would
commit any crime at his bidding. Hut
this IL his work. We want him. He
wasn't without courage 10 send this
fruit. knowing that | would instantly
the sender. Yet, | have no
definite proof. | could not hold him
IN court In law. He will have bought
ne ruit piece by piece. the basket In
4 basket shop. He win have injected
he poison himself when alone. Poor
5usanl That messenger was without
ioubt some n over whom he holds
he threat OF the death chair. That's
he way he works"
Jim tramped the room while Jones
the fruit to the kitchen. The
,utler returned after q while.
What about that blank sheet OF pa
1T has To be dipped into a solution;
Ifter that you ear read II by heating.
have already dipped II into the solu-
Ion. The moment the heat leaves the !
iheet the writing disappears again. {
The Ink Is waterproof. Ill show YOU"
Jones got a candle from the mantle
II 1t, and held the sheet OF paper very :
to h flame. Gradually. almost :
m~perceptibly. letters began to rorm on !
blank sheet, At length the mes /.
age was complete. .
Dear Hargreave-The Russian min
ster OF police is at the Blank hotel Y
nder the name of Henri Servan. He =.
> investigating the work OF the Black
hundred in this country and can free !
on from their vengeance II you sup !,
ly the evidence needed" !"
Now, what evidence can he wantY" q
sked JIM c