The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1915-06-22

rate DuslneS5-Just 10 get me where
they could fake this thing. i sup
pose they've put someone up to say
ing she's engaged?"
Elaine was not so lightly affected
But" she said severely, REFRESHING
her emotion, Il don't understand. Mr..
Kennedy. how scientific inquiry into
the poisoned kiss could necessitate
this sort of thing"
She pointed at the photographs &C.
cusingly.
But" he began, trying to explain.
No butts" she interrupted.
"Then you believe that T."
How can you, as scientist, ask me
to doubt the camera?" she insinuated,
very coldly turning away.
Kennedy rapidly began to see that
it was far more serious than he had at
first thought.
Very WELL" he said with touch of
impotence, "if my word is not to be
taken-I-Ill-"
He had seized his hat and stick.
Elaine did not deign to answer.
Then, without a word, he stalked
out of the door,
Kennedy was moping in the labora-
tory the next day when came in.
Say, Craig" began, trying to over
come his fit of blues.
Kennedy, filed with his own
thoughts. paid no attention to me.
Then he jumped up.
by George WILL" he muttered.
poked my head out of the door in
time to see him grab up his hat and
coat and dash from the room, put
ting his coat on as he went.
Hes nut today" l exclaimed to
myself.
Though l did not know yet of the
quarrel, Kennedy had really struggled
with himself until he was willing to
put his pride in his pocket and had
made up his mind to call on Elaine
again.
As he entered he saw that 1t was
really Of no use, for only Aunt Jo-
sephine was in the library.
"Oh, Mr.. Kennedy" she said limo
Gently enough. I'm SO sorry she isn't
here. There's been something trou-
bling her, and she won't tell me what
1t is. But she's gone to call on a
young woman, Florence Leigh, l
think"
Florence Leigh" exclaimed Craig
with start and a frown. Let me
use your telephone"
had turned my attention in the
laboratory to story was writing,
when l heard the telephone ring. It
was Craig. Without word of apology
for his rudeness, which l knew had
been purely absent-minded, I heard
him say: Walter, meet me in half
an hour outside that Florence Leigh's
house."
near the house In the suburbs to
which l had been directed by the
strange telephone call the day before
l noticed that 1t was apparently de-
serted. The blinds were closed and a
ITO Let" sign was on the side of the
house.
Hello, Walter" cried Craig at last
bustling along.
He led the way around the side OF
the house to window, and, with a
powerful grasp, wrenched open the
closed shutters. He had just smashed
the window when a policeman ap
| peared.
Hey, you fellows-what are you
doing there?" he shouted.
Craig paused a second, then pulled
his card from his pocket.
Just the man l want" he parried
much to the policeman's surprise
There's something crooked going on
here. Follow us in"
We climbed into the window. There
was the same living room we had
seen the day before. But it was now
bare and deserted.
Come on" cried Kennedy, beckon
ing us on.
Quickly he rushed through the
house. There was not a thing In 1t tt
change the deserted appearance d
the first floor. At last it occurred tc
Craig to grope his way down cellar
There was nothing there.
Kennedy had been carefully going
over the place, and was at the Other
side of the cellar from ourselves
when saw him stop and gaze at the
floor.
Hide" he whispered suddenly tc
US.
We waited a moment Nothing hap
pened. Had he been seeing things OF
hearing things, wondered?
From our hidden vantage we coult
now see square piece in the floor
perhaps five feet in diameter, slowl,
| open up as though on a pivot