The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1915-01-23

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lowered tho peach. jim turned 10 the
maid ~Who sent it9r
Z don't know. cir. A messenger
brought Il saying Il was FOR Miss
HafRroave.-
Let me SEQ II there Il a card"
Dat Sim searched IN vain FOR the card
Of tho donor Al once IN bis suaps.
csons arose Don't touch them. net.
ter Iel the male throw them out
Fruit from unknown peraons might
not b. the healthiest thing in the
world"
What DO you lhlnkg"
'Thnt IN atl probability they are poi
soned. But there's no need tgying to
prove my theory right or wrong. ASK
Jones. tien tell you to throw them
away.
"Horribloi" Florence s~huddercd.
But they 90 not wont to poison me,
I'm loo valuable. They want me
alive"
who can sayg~ returned Jim
Eioomily. "They may have learned
that they cannot beat un. no matter
what card they turn up. l may DO
wrong. but take my advice and throw
them away. /. Good Lord, what's
thntg" startled.
"soEie one criedi"
20. Miss Forence!" exclaimed the
mald. terror stricken as she recalled
susan's act Miss Susan took a
peach from the basket and wal eating
Il on the way 70 her room'"
Good heavensi" easped Jim. Il
was right The fruit was poisoned"
Jim had head enough 10 send for a
specialist he knew. The specialist ar
rived about twenty minutes after sus-
ans FIRST cry. To his keen eye Il
looked like a certain poison which had
for its basis the venom OF the cobra.
"WiIl she livef"
20. yes. But she'll be a wreck for
some months. Send her 10 the hos
pltal where ! al visit her frequently.
And IN take that peach along for
analysis. No police AFFAIR.""
mo. We dare not call them in"
said Jim.
That's your affair. III send down
the ambulance. Keep her quiet. She'll
have a species OF paralysis: but that1l
work on under the treatment A
strange business"
so II s." agreed Jim grimly.
Florence kAelt beside her friends
bed and cried softly.
You called me Just IN time. An
hour later. nothing would have saved
her. She would have been psraIyzed
for life"
Jim accompanied the doctor TO the
door and went In search OF Jones. He
found the taciturn butler eying tho
fruit basket. his face gray and drawn.
though his eyes blazed with fury.
"Poison!"
"A pretty bad poison. too" said Jim.
We can't do anything. We've Just
got 10 SIT still. But in the end well
get them. That she devil :"
NO. my friend; that he devil. The
woman Is mad over him and would
commit any crime at his bidding. But
this Is his work. We want him. lie
WASN'T WITHOUT courage 10 benu MS
fruit. knowing that would instantly
suspect the sender. Yet, ! have no
definite proof. | could not hold him
In court In law. He will have bought
the fruit piece by piece. the basket in
a basket shop. lie will have injected
the poison himself when alone. Poor
Susanl That messenger was without
doubt some one over whom be holds
the threat Of the death chair. That's
the way he works"
Jim tramped the room while Jones
carried the fruit TO the kitchen. The
butler returned after a while.
What about that blank sheet Of pa
per-"
1T has 90 be dipped into q solution;
after that you can read II by heating.
have already dipped It into the solu-
ton. The moment the heat leaves the
sheet the writing disappears again.
The ink is waterproof. III show you"
Jones got "a candle from the mantle,
lit II. and held the sheet OF paper very
close TO the fame. Gradually. almost
imperceptibly. letters began to form on
the blank sheet. Al length the mea-
aaua UNA roN.nIafa