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; From his inner sanctum, Average
Jones stared obliquely out upon the
whirl of Fifth avenue and unused upon
a paragraph which had appeared in
all the important New York morning
papers of the day before.
REWARD-$1000 REWARD FOR IN
formation as to slayer of Brindle Bull
dog Rags" killed in office of Malcolm
Dorr. Stengel Building, Union Square.
March %.
That's too much money for dog"
decided Average Jones.
Slipping on his coat he walked
briskly down the avenue, and entered
a gloomy old office building. Step
ping from the elevator at the seventh
floor, he paused underneath this sign:
MALCOLM DORR,
Analytical and Consulting Chemist.
Hours 10 to a.
Entering, Average Jones found a fat
young man, with mild blue eyes, sit
ting at desk.
''Mr. Dorr, / am an expert on ad-
vertising, and-I want that one thou
sand dollars reward"
The chemist pushed his chair back
and stared at him In silence. -
you are very fond of dogs, Mr..
Dorr?"
"Eh? Oh, yes. Yes, certainly"
said the other mechanically.
Average Jones smiled with almost
affectionate admiration at the crease
along the knee of his carefully pressed
trousers.
''Mr. Dorr," he drawled, "who-er-
owned your-er-dog?
"Why, IL did," said the startled
chemist.
who gave him to your"
"a friend"
"Quite so. Was it that-er-friend
who-er-offered the reward"
what makes you think that?"
"This, to be frank: The minute you
answered my question as to whether
you cared for dogs, knew you didn't.
Mr.. Dorr, who-er-has been-er-
threatening your life?"
The chemist swung around in his
chair
what do you know" he demanded.
Nothing I'm guessing. It's fair
guess that a reasonably valuable
brindle bull isn't presented to man
who cares nothing for dogs without
some reason. The most likely reason
is protection. Is it in your case?"
Yes, it u.s." replied the other, after
some hesitation.
"And now the protection is gone.
Don't you think you'd better let me In
on this?"
LET me speak to my-my legal adj
wiser first"
He called up a downtown number on
the telephone and asked to be con-
nected with Judge Elverson.
eff that is United States District At
torney Roger Elverson, tell him that
it is A. v. r. Jones who wants to
know"
Almost Immediately Average Jones
was called back from the hallway,
whittier he had gone.
"Elverson says to tell you the whole
thing" said the chemist-"in conf
dence, of course"
Understood Now, who is 1t that
wants to get rid of your"
"The Paragon Pressed Meat COM
pany."
Average Jones became vitality con-
cerned in removing an inflnitesimai
speck from his left cuff. "Ah,' he
commented, "the Canned Meat Trust.
What have you been doing to them?'
"Sold them preparation of my in
vention for deodorizing certain by
products used for manufacturing pur-
poses. Several months ago found
they were using it on canned meats
that had gone bad, and then selling
the stuff"
Would the meat SO treated be pois-
onous?"
"Well-dangerou to any one eating
It habitually. wrote. warning them
that they must STOP
Did they reply?1
"A man came to see me and told me
was mistaken. He limited that If |
thought my invention was worth more
than I'd received, his principals would
be glad to take the matter up with