The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1912-1984, 1915-12-08

showed toward Storm. The latter read
it, shrugged and nodded affirmatively.
fact that an enterprising reporter
found the discarded note and made
great scoop for his paper. Bienreith
had challenged Storm to duel. and
the latter had holly agreed. despite
the fact that he knew nothing OF
swords and was a very Indifferent pis
tol shot.
And Hassam Ali found a way to dis
pose of John Storm.
And Zudora thought she had found u
way to save him. She found him in
the cellar. bravely trying to hit bulls
eye target. 1t would have been laugh
able under any other circumstance. He
was not to be swerved, however. And
when she threatened him with the pc
lice he laughed. He knew the police
of old. They would refuse TO take the
affair seriously Storm laid down his
revolver and took drink of water
Then he picked up the revolver and
began pegging away. Unobserved. she
drugged the drinking water There
would be no duel that night
The next morning Bienreith was
found dead in his library, strangled
and John Storm. in a dazed condition
disheveled. was arrested on the street.
charged with murder
Hassam Ali. in his capacity of Grim
inal investigator, accompanied by Zu
dora, entered with the police the scene
of the crime.
"Well. my child" said he. here is
your first case Let US see II you can
handle it Zudora. having a double
! incentive. ran over to the dead man
On the floor she found a scarfpin
some small change, and she noticed
that his collar hung by the rear button
She hurriedly wrapped these three ar
tcles in her handkerchief The pecul
aroused her curiosity.
She was very unhappy. The drug
she had given her lover had not put
him to sleep. 1t had merely sent him
wandering about the streets through
out the night in tiank state of mind
his time. and she might plead in vain
that she had given him a sleeping 20
| ton to keep him in his house until all
chance to fight Bienreith was gone.
Several days passed Storm mOped
in his cell. Truth to tell. he wasn't
sure that he hadn't killed his enemy
i From the moment Zudora left him
until he found himself in Jail he could
remember nothing. When she told
him what she had done he smiled and
forgave her.
But you got me into a pretty pickle.
little girl. and you'll have to get me
out of it."
Il will"
! The marks on the collar were pencil,
marks. and they bothered her. Often
she dung the collar vehemently from
her, but she always went back to IL.
One day she found something on the
| floor In the library. at that moment
she attached no significance to the
| find.
| Zigzag pencil lines on the collar
how had they come there? Before the
rrimef That was not quite possible.
The German had been scrupulously
neat in his attire She invariably
sought what was known rs the mys-
| tic room when confronted by any sc
rious problem. No sound ever reached
| there A green parrot swung ON a
perch lie was very old and was
| doubtless the repository OF many q
/ strange secret Once he muttered.
Lets get him.. Zudora thought this
| rather odd and began qlizzing the old
hird But he refused to speak further
Near the dais stood mechanical af
fair constructed something after the
manner of pin wheel II consisted
III two tubes Of glass, which revoived
in opposite directions. oiled with .
brilliant. diTusing violet light This
little Invention was Hassam Alfs own