The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1915-07-15

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given him he drew up to the side of
the road, got out and ran up the steps
to the door. A ring at the bell
brought sleepy man to the door, in
his trousers and nightshirt.
"How's the patient?' asked Doctor
Martin, eagerly.
Patient" repeated the man, rub
bling his eyes. There's no one sick
here"
Slowly 1t dawned on the doctor that
1t was false alarm, and that he
must be the victim of some practical
joke.
Well, that's a great note" he
growled, as the man shut the door
He descended the steps, muttering
harsh language at some unknown
trickster. AS he climbed back into
his machine and made ready to start
two men seemed to rise before him
as if from nowhere.
AS matter of fact they had been
sent there by the Clutching Hand, and
were hiding in nearby cellarway I'M
til their chance came.
One man stood on the running
board, on either side of him, and two
guns yawned menacingly at him.
Drive ahead that wayi" muttered
one man, seating himself in the run
about with his gun close to the doc
tors ribs.
The other kept his place on the run
ming board, and on they drove in the
direction of the mysterious. dark
house. Half a mile, perhaps, down
the road, they halted and left the car
beside the walk.
Doctor Martin was too surprised to
marvel at anything now, and he real
lied that he was in the power of two
desperate men. Quickly they blind
folded him.
1t seemed an interminable walk as
they led him about to confuse him. but
at last he could feel that they had
taken him into a house and along
passageways, which they were making
unnecessarily long in order to de-
stroy all recollection that they could.
Finally he knew that he was in
room in which others were present.
moment later he felt them remove
the bandage from his eyes, and, blink
ing at the light, he could see a hard
faced fellow, pale and weak on
blood-stained couch. Over him bent
masked man and another man stood
near by endeavoring by improvised
bandages to stop the flow of blood.
What can you do for this fellow?"
asked the masked man.
Doctor Martin, seeing nothing else
to do, for he was more than outnum-
bered now. bent down and examined
him.
AS he rose, he said, "He will be
dead from loss of blood by morning,
no matter if he is properly bandaged."
"Is there nothing that can save
him." whispered the Clutching Hand
hoarsely.
Blood TRANSMISSION might save him.
replied the doctor. But so much blood
would be needed that whoever gives
it would be liable to die himself.
Clutching Hand stood silent mo-
ment, thinking, as he gazed at the
man who had been one of his chief
reliance. Then, with a menacing ges-
ture, he spoke in low, bitter tone:
"She who shot him shall supply the
blood"
A few quick directions followed to
his subordinates, and as he made
ready to go he muttered, Keep the
doctor here. Don't let him stir from
the room"
It was just before early daybreak
when the Clutching Hand and his con-
federate reached the Dodge house in
the city and came up to the back door,
over the fences. AS they stood there
the Clutching Hand produced a mas
ter key and started to open the door.
But before he did so he took out his
watch.
Let me see," he ruminated. "Twen-
ty minutes past 4. At exactly half
past want you to do as l told you
see?"
The other crook nodded.
"You may co." ordered the Clutch
ing Hand.
AS the crook skunk away Clutching
Hand stealthily let himself into the
house. Noiselessly he prowled through
the halls until he came to Elaines
doorway.
He gave hasty look up and down
the hall. There was no sound. Quickly