The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-03-28
EIGHTH EPISODE
The Hidden Voice.
Jameson, wake up"

). The Hidden Voice.
Jameson, wake up!"
The strain Of the Dodge case was
beginning to tell on me, for It was
keeping US at work at all kinds Of
hours to circumvent the Clutching
Hand, by far the cleverest criminal
with whom Kennedy had ever had
anything to do.
I 1eaped out of bed, still In my pa
jamas, and stood for moment staring
about. Then / ran into the living
room. looked about, rubbing my
eyes. startled. No one was there.
.Hey-Jameson-wa up!"
It was spooky.
.Where-the deuce-are you 90 de-
handed
Suddenly heard the voice again
no doubt about 1t, either.
Here am-over on the couch!"
Iscratched my head, puzzled. There
was certainly no one on that couch.
A laugh greeted me. Plainly, though,
1t came from the couch. I went over
to it and, ridiculous as it seemed, be.
gan to throw aside the pillows.
There lay nothing but little oh.
long oaken box, perhaps eight or ten
inches square at the ends. In the face
were two peculiar square holes, and
from the top projected a black disk,
about the size of watch, fastened on
swinging metal arm. In the face OF
the disk we're several perforated holes,
picked Up the strange looking
thing in wonder and from that magic
oak box actually came burst OF
laughter
Come over to the laboratory, right
away, pealed forth merry voice
Eve something to show you,
Well, gasped. what do You
know about that"
Very early that morning Craig had
rot up, leaving me snoring. Cases
never wearied him. He thrIved on ex-
citement:
He had gone over to the laboratory
and set to work in a corner over an.
other of those peculiar boxes. exactly
like that which he had already left in
our rooms.
Half an hour afterward walked
into the laboratory, feeling little
sheepish over tile practical joke, but
none the less curious to find out all
about 1t.
What is 1t r. j asked, indicating the
apparatus.
a vocaphone,' he replied. still
laughing, the loud speaking telephone.
It talks right out in meeting.
too-no transmitter to hold to
the mouth. no receiver to hold to
the ear. You see. this. trans
raitter is so sensitive that it picks up
even whisper. and the receiver is
placed back OF those two megaphone
like pyramids
He was standing at a table. careful
IL packing up ono OF the vocaphones
and a lot OF wire.
III believe the C1utchfng Hand has
been sIadowing the Dodge house." he
continued thoughtfully. AS long as
we watch the place, too. he will do.
nothing But If we should seem, os,
tentationsly. not to be watching. per
haps he may try something. and we
may be able to get a clue to his iden-I
tity over this vocanhone. See?'
nodded. We've got to run BIN
down somehow I agreed.
Yes. lie said. taking his coat and
hat Il am going to connect up one
of these things in Miss Dodge's libra
~ and arrange with the telephone
company for clear wire SO that VIC.
can listen in here, where that fellow
VIII never suspect
at about the same time that Crais
aad J sailed forth on this new mis-
sion. Elaine was arranging some now.
sers. on = stand near the corner Of the
Dodge. library where the secret panel
was in which her father had hidden
fhs papers for the possession OF which
lie C1utchins Hand had murdered
HIM.
Sho had moved away from the table,
but. as she did So her dress caught
10 something in the woodwork. She
tried TO loosen it and in 50 dolng
touched the little metallic spring on
which her dress had caught
Instantly, to her utter surprise, the
panel moved. 1t slid open disclosing
strong box.
Elaine took it, amused. looked at It
moment. then carried 1t to table
and opened it.
Inside we're some papers. sealed in
an envelope and marked ''Limpy Red
Z Correspondence"
They must be the clutching Hand
papersi" she exclaimed to herself,
hesitattng moment, in doubt what to
do s ~ ~