Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-05-15

steps Of disreputably dilapidated
house and climbed three flights OF
stairs to the top story, where he fitted
key to the door of the back room
and entered, carefully closing and lock-
ing the door behind him. A moment
later the gaslight iiared from the
match he had struck and showed the
desoate wall paper, threadbare carpet,
thin, hummocly bed, rickety table
chairs and washStand The whole air
of the place was repellent, worse than
poverty stricken.
Only two things in the room tended
In any wise to contradict the general
impression Of squalOr On the WaDbly
table stood typewriter; to one wall
telephone was attached 1t was the
Typewriter that first engaged Andrews
attention. The machine was small,
very seryiceable, but Of cheaper sort,
In which the printing was done from
type wheel having three bands OF
characters. This wheel was readily
detachable, and now the operators first
care was to remove it from Its shaft
and to bestOw it in a pocket of his
coat. From a pasteboard box beneath
the table he procured another type
wheel, one that had never been used,
and adjusted this to its place on the
machine. Then he inserted a sheet or
an ordinary cheap typewriter paper
and proceeded to write in the forefin-
ger manner Of the novice letter. And
he wrote with entire frankness, un-
afraid lest the misslve betray him-his
precautions were too carefully taken.
The greatest expert In machines
would be unable to trace the peculiarl-
ties of type used only on this single
occasion, which would thereafter, with
its fellow already in his pocket, he cast
into the waters Of the North river. SO
Andrew wrote freely, venting In words
the hate that dared hot In his heart,
barring his lust for revenge with brutal
virulcnce, for he wrote to Cortland
Wainwright, district attorney.
When he had finished writing An
drew went to the telephone and called
a number The connection was made
quickly
"You recognize the voice| he ask
ed softly and very distinctly. "Well,
then, you know the place. Come al
once. There is work to be done. Yes,
for the Master Mind,
While he waited the coming Of the
one thus summoned Andrew took from
his pocket tiny mirror and pencil
and put Il few lines to his face, which
completely altered his expression
With the visor Of the cap drawn low
over his brows he felt that his dis
gulse was sufficient for the occasion
He smiled little grimly as he thought
Of what would be the visitors amaze
ment could the man but know that this
messenger for the Master Mind here
In the squalid room was In very truth
the Master Mind himself.
On the morning following the sen
fencing of Henry Allen, DR.. Forbes
the eminent alienlst, whose sanatorium
for the mentally diseased was famous
throughout the civilized world, sat Al
breakfast with his friend, Cortlant
Wainwright In that gentlemans rath
er sumptuous bachelor apartment II
upper Madison avenue. The host, will
the nformalty OF long intimacy, per
mltted himself during pauscs In de
sutory conversation to glance over tn,
letters stacked beside his plate, Pres
entity he became 80 absorbed In one o
these as not to hear II question put t.
him by the physician who, mildly ns
tonished by this lack Of attention o
the others part looked up from hi
omelet to learn the cause At th
, same moment Wainwright uttered a
ejaculation Of disgust
"Now, this sort Of thing has gone ia
, enOugh" he exclaimed wGthlully. Iii
i eyes flashed
> Whats the matter, Cortland
y Forbes questioned sympatheticalll
Il There was professional soothn
quality in his voice Somebody els
> after your scalp, suppose"
y Wainwright nodded sOmberly.
Il "Ies" he admitted; "a new one, an
the worst yet, which Is saying II goo