The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1915-06-17

aIdteu- ClutchlnS Hand going back
to Elaine, who was now under the in.
fuence of the second drug
Our criminal" resumed Kennedy
'thoughtfully, may have shaken
Elaine She did not answer. Then ne
may have partly revived her. She
must have been startled. 'Clutching
Hand. perhaps, was half crouching.
with big ugly blue steel revolver
leveled full in her face.
Zone word and l shoot!' he prob
ably cried Get upl
Trembling, she must have done SO.
Your slippers and kimono, he
would naturally have ordered. She
put them on mechanically Then he
must have ordered her to go out of
the door and down the stairs. Clutch
ing Hand must have followed, and as
ne did SO he would have cautiously put
out the lights"
We were following, spellbound, Ken
nedys graphic reconstruction OF what
must have happened Evidently he
had struck close to the truth Elaine's
eyes were closed Gently Kennedy led
her along. Now, Miss Dodge" he en-
couraged, "try-try hard to recollect
just what it was that happened last
night-everything."
AS Kennedy paused after his quick
recital, she seemed to tremble all over.
Slowly she began to speak We stood
awestruck. Kennedy had been right!
The girl was now living over again
those minutes that had been forgot.
ten-blotted out by the drug.
And it was all real to her, too-ter-
Tibly real. She was speaking, plainly
in terror
II see a man-oh, such a figure
with a mask. He holds a gun in my
face-he threatens me. I put on my
kimono and slippers, as he tells me.
! am in a daze. l know what | am
doing-and don't know. l go out
with him, downstairs, into the library"
Elaine shuddered again at the recol-
lection. Ugh! The room is dark,
the room where he killed my father.
Moonlight outside streams in. This
masked man and l come in. He
switches on the lights.
eco to the safe, he says, and
do 1.-THE new safe, you know. Do
you know the combination?' he asks
me. Yes. I reply, too frightened to
say no.
"Open it then, he says, waving that
awful revolver closer I do SO. Hast
lily he rummages through it, throwing
papers here and there. But he seems
not to find what he is after and turns
away, swearing fearfully.
Hang it, he cries at me. Where
else did your father keep papers? I
point in desperation at the desk He
takes one last look at the safe, shoves
all the papers he has strewn on the
floor back again and slams the safe
shut.
"'Now, come on, he says, indicating
with the gun that he wants me to fol-
low him away from the safe, At the
desk he repeats the search. But he
finds nothing. Almost l think he is
about to kill me. Where else did your
father keep papers?' he Kisses fiercely,
still threatening me with the gun.
Il am too frightened to speak. But
at last l am able to say, II don't
knowv Again he threatens me. AS
God is my judge cry, I don't know
1t is fearful VIII he shoot me?
THANK heaven! At last he believes
me. But such look of foiled fury
have never seen on any human face
before.
"'sit down. he growls, adding, at
the desk do.
"Take some of your note paper
the best I do that, too.
land a pen,' he goes on. My fin
gers can hardly hold it.,
'Now-write! he says, and as he
dictates, l write
"This?" interiected Kennedy, eager
ly holding up the letter that he had
received from her.
Elaine looked it over with her drug
laden eyes. YES" she nodded, then
lapsed again to the scene itself. He
reads it over, and as he does so says,
Now, address an envelope. Himself
he folds the letter, seals the envelope
stamps it, and drops it into his pocket,
hastily Strengthening the desk.
Now, go ahead OF me-aga1n'
Leave the room-no, by the hall
door We are going back upstairs.
obey him, and at the door he
switches off the lights, How | stand
it | dc not know go upstairs me-
chemically into my own room--l and
this masked man.