The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-02-21

Just then the, 'Clutching Hand al
peareda He came atealthily through
that window, which he had opened. A
moment be hesitated, seeing Elaine
asleep. Then be tiptued over 70 the
bed let rs say, and for moment
looked at her. sleeptng. I.
a second later he had thrust his
hand into his pocket ana had taken out
- smaI glass bulb with long thin
neck. That was ethyl chloride "a
drug which producesia quick anesthe-
sia. But It lasts only . minute or two.
That was enough. As he broke the
glass neck Of the bulb -letting the
pieces tall on the floor near the bed
he showed the thing under Elainess
face. turning his own head4away and
holding . handkerchief over his own
nose. The mere heat Of his hand 10
enough to cause the ethyl chloride to
spray out and overcome her instantly.
He steps away from her q moment and
replaces the now empty vial in his
pocket.
Then he took . box from his pocket,
opened II. There must have been
syringe and Q bottle of scopolamin.
Where they came from / 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 It takes time for the drug to
work
Kennedy paused. Had we known ut
the time. Michael-he Of sinister
face-must have been in the hallway
that night, careful that no one saw
him. A tap at the door and the
"Cfutching Hand. must have beckoned
him. moments parley and they sep
arated- Clutching Hand going back
to Elaine, who was now under the In
fiuence 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 q 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 30.
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 80 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 1t was that happened last
understanding"
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 1t was all real to her, too-ters
iribly real. She was speaking, plainly
In terror.
7 see man--oh, such figure
with mask He holds q gun in my
face-he threatens me. / put on my
hmono and slippers, as he tells me.
] am In daze. i know what / am
doing-and don't know. go out
with him. downstairs. into the library
Elaine shuddered again at the recol-
lection. Ugh! The room is dark.
the room where he killed my father.
Moonlight outside streams in. This
masked man and come In. He
switches on the lights.
Go to the SAFE he says, and
do 1.-THE new safe. you know. DO
you know the combination? he asks
me. Yes, reply, too frightened to
say no.
"'open 1t then he says. waving that
awful revolver closer. lido so. Hast.
fly he rummages through. It, throwing
papers here and there. But he seems
not to and what he is after and turns
away, swearing feaffully.
Hang it, he, cries at me. Where
else did your father keep papers,? Il
point in desperation at the desk. He
takes one last look at the safe, shoyes
all the papers he has strewn on the
floor back again and slams the safe
shut.
Now. come on he says. indicating
with the gun that he wants me to fol-.
low him away from the safe. At the
desk he repeats the search. But he
finds nothing. Almost l think he is
about to kill me. Where else did you.
father keep papers?' he Kisses .fercely.
still threatening me with the gun.
II am too frightened to speak. But
y at last I am able to say. IL don't