The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1915-02-17

the patient unconscious. but prevent
her from remembering anything that
goes on"
Doctor Holmes, the attending physi-
clan, was just starting the treatment.
Filling his hypodermic, he selected
spot on the patients arm where it.
had been scrubbed and sterilized, and
injected the narcotic
"And you say they have no recol-
lection of anything that happens?"
asked Reinstrom.
Absolutely none-if the treatment
is given properly" 1 replied, con-
fidently.
Wonderful" calculated Reinstrom
as we left the room.
Now comes the strange part of my
story. After Reinstrom had gone, Doc
tor Holmes, the attending physician
of the woman whom he had seen anes-
thetized, missed mis- syringe and the
bottle of scopolamin.
Holmes, Miss Sears and Miss Stern
all hunted, but it could not be found.
Others had to be procured.
1 thought little of it at the time, but
since then it has occurred to me that
| it might interest you, Professor Ken
nedy, and 1 give it to you for what it
MAJ be worth.
It was early the next morning that
awoke to find Kennedy already up and
gone from our apartment. / knew he
must be at the laboratory, and, gather
| ing the mail, which the postman had
| just slipped through the letter slot,
went over to the university to see him.
AS 1 looked over the letters to Gull
out my own one in a woman's hand
writing on attractive note paper ad
dressed to him caught my eye.
AS came up the path to the chem
istry building l saw through the win
dow that, in spite of his getting there
early, he was finding it difficult to keep
his mind on his work. 1t was the first
time 1 had ever known anything to
interfere with science in his life.
| 'Well," / exclaimed as l entered
you are the early bird. Did you have
any breakfast"
tossed down the letters. He did
not reply. So l became absorbed in
the morning paper. Still, 1 did not
neglect to watch him covertly out OF
the corner of my eye. Quickly he rar
over the letters, instead of taking
them, one by one, in his usual method
ical way. quite complimented my
superior acumen. He selected the
dainty note.
A moment Craig looked at it in an
ticipation, then tore it open eagerly
1 was still watching his face over the
top of the paper and was surprised t.
see that it showed, first, amazement
then pain, as though something haC
hurt him.
He read it again-then looket
straight ahead. as if in daze.
Suddenly he jumped up, bringing hi
tightly clenched fist down with lou
clap into the palm of his hand.
by heavenl" he exclaimed, q
will"
He strobe hastily to the telephone
Almost angrily he seized the receive
and asked for number.
"Wh-what's the matter, Craig!"
blurted out eagerly.
AS he waited for the number, b
threw the letter over to me. 1 too
it and read:
Professor Craig Kennedy,
1.-THE University, The Heights, CITY
Dear Sir:
81 have come to the conclusion tina
your work is hindrance rather tina
an assistance in clearing up m
fathers death, and l hereby beg t
? state that your services are no longe
, required. This is final decision, an
{ beg that you will not try to see m
j again regarding the matter.
. Very truly yours,
+ ELAINE DODGE"
, II it had been a bomb 1 could ne
3 have been more surprised.
: could not make it out.
Kennedy impatiently worked the r
: ceiver up and down, repeating tn
3 number. "Hello-hello," he repeate
r 'sYes-hello. Is Miss-oh-good NOR
r ing, Miss Dodge"
i. He was hurrying along as if to civ
a her no chance to cut him on. Il hay
Just received a letter, Miss Dodge, tel
ing me that you don't want me to col
> tinue investigating your fathers dealt
and not to try to see you agai
about"
He stopped. l could hear the repl
"Why-no-Mr. Kennedy, / hay
written you no letter.
The look of mingled relief and su
!. prise that crossed Craig's face spoil
volumes.
: Miss Dodge" he almost shoute
2 this is a new trick of the 'Clutchir
!, Hand I'm be right over
Craig hung up the receiver al
turned from the telephone Evident
4 he was thinking deeply. Suddenly b
g face seemed to light up. He made l
q his mind to something. and a momel
q later he opened the cabinet-that
exhaustible storehouse from which
II seemed to draw weird and curious /
e struments that met the ever new pro
d lens which his strange professit
(. brought to him.
le / watched curiously. He took out
o bottle and what looked like litt
hypodermic syringe, thrust them in
his pocket and. for once. oblivious
" my very existence. deliberately walk
t. out of the laboratory.
did not propose to be thus ca,
iierly dismissed. ! suppose It wou
have looked ridiculous to a third p'
ty, but followed him as hastily as
< he had tried to shut the door on
e. own ehrIon