The Ely miner., 1915-07-16

| henneQy Win nOu, as he examiner
the clever workmanship of the bomb
One thing that interested him was
that part of the contents had been
wrapped in paper to keep them in
place. This paper he was now care
fully examining with microscope.
| AS nearly as I could make it out, the
j; caper contained part of a typewrit
ten cremical formula, which read:
TINCTURE OF IODINE
THREE PARTS Of
He looked up from his study of the
microscope to Long Sin.
Tell me just how it happened that
| you got this bomb" he asked
Without hesitation the Chinaman re.
| cited the circumstances, beginning
| with the note by which he had been
| summoned.
"A note?" repeated Kennedy, ca
gerly. WAS it typewriter?
Long Sin reached into his pocket
and produced the note itself, which he
had not burned
AS Craig studied the typewriter
message from the Clutching Hand l
c.uld see that he was growing more
aGd more excited.
AT last he has given us something
typewriter" he exclaimed. "To most
people, / suppose, it seems that type
writing is the best way to conceal
identity. But there are a thousand
and one ways of identifying typewrit-
ing.
Look, Walter" he remarked at
length, taking fine tipped pencil and
pointing at the distinguishing marks
as he talked "You will notice that
i'll the 'T's' in this note are bat
out of alignment. Now will place the
paper from the bomb under the micro
scope and you will see that the IT'S
In the scrap of formula have exactly
the same appearance"
strained my eyes to look Sure
enough, Kennedy was right. There
was that unmistakable identity be-
tween the T's in the formula and the
note.
Kennedy had been gazing at the
floor, his face puckered in thought as
I looked. Suddenly he clapped his
hands together, as if he had made
great discovery.
I've struck it, he exclaimed, jump
ing up. 'T was wondering where I
had seen typewriting that reminds me
Of this. Walter, get on your coat
and hat. We are on the right trail at
last"
With Long Sin we hurried out of
the laboratory, leaving him at the
nearest taxicab stand. where we
Jumped into a waiting car
ct is the clue of the battered 'T's,'"
Craig muttered
Aunt Josephine was in the library
knitting when the butler, Jennings, an
nounced us.
Where is-Miss Dodge?" inquired
Kennedy, with suppressed excitement
as We entered.
Il think she's out shopping. and l
don't know just when she will be
back answered Aunt Josephine, with
some surprise. why? Is it anything
important-any news?"
Very important" returned Kennedy
excitedly. 81 think l have the best
clue yet. Only-it will be necessary
to look through some of the household
correspondence Immediately to see
whether there are certain letters. I
wouldn't be surprised if she had some
perhaps not very personal-but I
must see them"
Kennedy lost no time. He went to
desk where Elaine generally sat,
and quickly took out several type
written letters. One after another he
examined them closely, rejecting one
after another, until finally he came
to one that seemed to interest him.
He separated it from the rest and
fell to studying it, comparing it with
the paper from the bomb and the
note which Long Sin had received
from the Clutching Hand. Then he
folded the letter so that the sigma
ture and the address could not be
read by us.
A portion of the letter l recall read
something like this:
"This is his contention: Whereas,
TRUTH is the only goal and MATTER
Is non-existent-"
Look at this, Walter" remarked
Craig, with difficulty restraining him.
self. what do you make Of it?"
A glance at the typewriting was suf-
ficient to show me that Kennedy had,
indeed, made an important discovery.
We stared at each other almost too
dazed to speak.