The Dickinson press., 1915-06-26
FOURTEENTH EPISODE
n RECKONING.

FOOnjcCNI III cTISVU6
THE RECKONING.
Pacing up and down his den in the
heart of Chinatown, Long Sin was
thinking over his bargain with Ken
nedy to betray the infamous Clutch
ing Hand.
At length he seated himself on a
teakwood table still celebrating over
the promise he had been forced to
make to Kennedy.
Suddenly an idea seemed to strike
him. Lifting a little hammer, he
struck a Chinese gong on the table
Mt his side. At the same time he
leaned over and turned the knob at the
side Of a large roll-top desk.
A few seconds later q sort of hatch
way, covered by a rug on the floor. in
one corner of the room, was slowly
lifted and Long Sins secretary, a pale,
cadaverous Chinaman, appeared from
below. He stepped %noiselessly into
the room and shuffled across to Long
Sin and handed him a letter.
Long Sin scowled, Is though some.
thing had interfered with his own
plans, but tore open the envelope with
out a word, spreading out on his lap
the sheet of paper it contained.
The letter was a typewriter mes.
sage, all in capitals, which read:
BE AT HEADQUARTERS AT IL.
DESTROY THIS IMMEDIATELY"
At the bottom of the note appeared
the sinister signature of the Clutching
Hand.
Bowling low again, the secretary
shuf1ed across and down again
through the hatchway, closing the
door as he descended.
Long Sia read the note nce more,
while his inscrutable face assumed an
expression of malicious cunning.
With an air Of elaboration he
reached for a match and struck it.
He had placed the paper in the fame
when suddenly he seemed to change
his mind. He hastily blew out the
match, which had destroyed only a
corner of the paper, then folded the
mote carefully and placed 1t in his
pocket.
A few moments later, with a malig-
1ant chuckle, Long Sin rose slowly
and left the room.
Meanwhile the master criminal was
busily engaged in putting the finishing
touches to a final scheme Of fiendish
ingenuity for the absolute destruc.
zion of Craig Kennedy. ;
He had been at work In a small
room fitting up a sort of laboratory,
I'm the mysterious house which now.
served as HIS headquarters. !
, Clutching Hand, at a bench in one
corner, had just completed an internal
Of diabolical cunning, and
Vas wrapping it carefully In paper to
make an innocent package.
? He was interrupted by O knock at
die door. Laying down the bomb he
went to answer the summons with a
6tealthy movement. There stood Long
Sin, who had disguised himself as d
Chinese l%aundryman.
. ION time-good!" growled Clutch
ing Hand surlily as he closed the door,
With equal care.
: No Zine was wasted in useless for.
malities.
This is a bomb" he went on, point
Ing to the package. Garry it care
fully. On no account let it slip, or
you are a dead man. 1t must be IN
Kennedy's laboratory before night.
Understand? Can you arrange it,"
Long Sin glanced at the dangerous
package, then with an expressive look,
eeplied, "Have no fear. I can do it.
1T will be in the laboratory within an
hour. Trust me-"
In Kennedy's laboratory I was watch
Ing Craig make some experiments
with a new X-ray apparatus.
We were oblivious to the passage Of
time, and only a call over our speak
Ing tube diverted u attention.
/ opened the door and a few seconds
later Long Sin himself entered.
Kennedy looked up inquiringly as
the Chinaman approached, holding out
D package which he carried.
"A bomb" he said, in the most mat
ter-of.fact way. II promised to have
lt placed in your laboratory before
night"
Kennedy took the bomb and care
fully placed it under the wonderful
rays, then with the Horoscope over his
eyes studied the shadow cast by the
rays on it's sensitive screen.
'It's q bomb, sure enough" Craig
exclaimed, looking up from it at las
to me. TITS timed by an ingenioul