The Parisian. (Paris, Tenn.) 1907-1962, 1915-06-11

car stopped outside the apartment.
"Oh," she cried with an eager sigh
of relief at seeing Kennedy all right,
as she almost ran toward him. I'm
so glad you"
She stopped short as Craig motioned
to her to be silent. She did not under
stand, and for the moment stopped
nonplused, as he picked up a pencil
and began to write on a pad instead
of meeting her advance.
An instant later her mobile face
looked up at him in wonder as she
| read:
Every word We say is being over
heard through detectaphone in the
wall Don't be surprised at anything
I say"
Then he walked deliberately over to
the wall near which the instrument
was concealed and leaned down to in
sure his words being heard distinctly
by those listening.
Il am going over to the laboratory
for an hour" he said in a loud, dis
tinct tone. Jameson, will you escort
miss Dodge homer"
why, certainly" l replied with
alacrity.
A moment later we all left the room,
chatting in forced tones about a hun.
dred inconsequential things. Craig
banged the door.
D,,f 1of ;1fA
his pocket and took out The flask and
atomizer which had seen him place
there. He poured the contents of the
| flask on the rug.
accompanied Elaine to her car and
we drove away while Kennedy left
the apartment on foot.
Downstairs, WI Fang had been lis
tening at the other end of the detecta-
phone.
Their attention was soon at fever
| heat when Elaine entered our rooms.
WI, Long Sin and the others listened
breathlessly.
The Cinnamon waited until they
board us go out. WI then handed
Long Sin a vial and key. You I'M
| derstand?"
Eyes, master" nodded Long Sin
with an evil leer.
He hastily climbed the stairs from
the cellar to our apartment. For a
| few seconds he stood on the rug as
he inserted the skeleton key in the
lock. Then, swinging the door open
cautiously he entered. He looked about
minute. The apartment was empty.
Slowly Long Sin walked over to the
table and began examining the articles
on it. Finally he picked up Kennedy's
pipe, and again his inscrutable face
lighted with diabolical joy.
He took the vial quickly from his
pocket, and, with small, soft brush
painted the mouthpiece of the pipe
with the liquid from the vial.
He laid the pipe down as he found
1t and beat hasty retreat.
We had scarcely time to drive to
Elaine's house when message
reached us from Kennedy directing us
to return and meet him several
squares below our apartment.
We did so Immediately. There was
Kennedy with Chase and three or four
policeman.
"In ten minutes l want you to raid
the apartment" he said, looking at his
watch. 81 am going in there now"
He entered the building and, as he
opened our own door, drew a gun,
kicking the door open and retreating
step. No one was there and he
| went in.
Craig looked about moment. On
the surface, nothing had been dis
turbed. He went through the bed
rooms. Nothing was disturbed there.
Slowly he went back again to the
doorway, all the time careful not to
step on the rug. Starting near it, he
began spraying the floor with the
atomizer.
1t was one of his own inventions,
which he called "photo-mat."
AS the spray fell on the carpet and
hardwood it developed Long Sins foot
prints exactly.
Carefully Kennedy followed them
as the chemicals brought them out.
Long Sin had not walked around the
room much, evidently, as Craig ad-
vanced slowly along the floor, still
spraying. AS each step came out it
was apparent that Long Sin had done
little else but go to the table and
| then leave.
Craig looked at the table a moment
| There seemed to be nothing on it that
would attract man of Long Sins tai
ents. Mechanically, Craig picked up
his pipe lying there and looked at it
contemplatively. He shifted at the
mouthpiece. There was a peachstone
| smell.
Cyanide" he Inuttered to himself
under his breath, laying the pipe down
gingerly.
For a moment he thought, then
sudden impulse seemed to seize him.
His mind was made up. He moved
closer to the marked Dashboard. Sud
denly he uttered sharp cry.
"Hello-central! Help! Help! I'm
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