The Tomahawk., 1916-05-04

over here to this DESK
For a few moments he worked ct
sheet of paper with the pin, the1
threw it down in disgust.
This sort of thing requires prac
tice," he muttered. Here, Bert, you're
cleverer with your fingers than l
You take it, and I'll dictate"
Between them, after several fail
ures, they produced fair copy of the
following:
"Mr. Alden Honeywell will choose
between making explanation to the
post-office authorities or calling at
$3.50 p. m. tomorrow on A. Jones, Ad
Visor, Astor Court Temple"
This Average Jones inclosed in an
envelope which he addressed in writ
ing to Alden Honeywell, Esq, $50
West Seventy-fourth street, city, aft
erward pin-pricking the letters in out
line. "Just for moral effect" he ex
planned. 'In part this ought to give
him a taste of the trouble he made for
poor Robinson. You'll be there to-
morrow, Bert?"
watch me-" replied that gentle
man with unwonted emphasis. But
will Alden Honeywell, Esquire?"
Surely. Also Mr.. William H. Rob-
inson of the Caronia. Note that of
the Caronia.' It's significant"
At three-thirty the following after
noon three men were waiting in Aver
age Jones' inner Office. Average Jones
sat at his desk sedulously polishing
his left-hand fore-knuckle with the
tennis callus of his right palm.
Bertram lounged gracefully in the
big chair. Mr.. Robinson fidgeted.
There was an atmosphere OF ten
| sion in the room. AT three
forty there came tap-tapplng
| across the floor of the outer room, and
a knock at the door brought them all
to their feet. Average Jones threw
the door open, took the man who
stood outside by the arm, and pushing
a. chair toward him, seated him In 1t.
The newcomer was an elderly man
dressed with sober elegance. IN MS
scarf was scarab Of great value; on
his left hand superb signet ring. He
CdIIlCu d ucdty, SOAS 0S~o>'
His face was curiously divided against
itself. The fine calm forehead and the
deep setting of the widely separated
eyes gave an impression Of intellec-
tual power and balance. But the low
er part of the face was mere wreck
age; the chin quivering and fallen,
from self-indulgence, the fine lines of
the nose coarsened by the spreading
nostrils; the mouth showing both the
soft contours Of sensuality and the
hard, fine lines of craft and cruelty.
The mans eyes were unholy. They
stared straight before him, and were
dead. With hts entrance there was
infused in the atmosphere sense OF
something venomous.
"Mr, Alden Honeywell" said Aver
age Jones.
eyes" The voice had refinement
and calm. 81
II, want to introduce you to Mr..
William H. Robinson.
The newcomers head turned slowly
to his right shoulder then back. HIS
eyes remained rigid.
"Why, the mans blind!" burst out
Mr., Robinson in his piping voice.
"Blind!" echoed Bertram. Did you
know this, Average?"
"Of course The pin-pricks showed
it. And the letter mailed to Mr.. Rob-
inson at the general delivery, which,
if you remember, had the address pen
ciled in from pin-holes."
when you have quite done discuss
ing my personal MISFORTUNE said
Honeywell patiently, perhaps you
will be good enough to tell me which
is William Robinson
ct am" returned the owner of that
name. "And do you be good enough
to tell me why you hound me with your
hellish threats"
"That is not William Rob!nson's
voice!" said the blind man. "Who are
you?"
civilian H. Robinson"
"Not William Honeywell Robin
son."
"No: William Hunter Robinson"
"Then why am I brought here?'
ITO make a statement for publica-
ton in tomorrow mornings newspa-
per-" returned Average Jones crisply.
Statement? Is this a yellow jour-
nal trap"
GAS courtesy to Mr.. Robinson, I'll
explain. How long have you lived in
the Caronia, Mr. Robinson"
about eight months
s'Then, some three or four months
before you moved in, another William
H. Robinson lived there for a short
time. His middle name was Honey
we'll. He is cousin, and an object
of great solicitude to this gentleman
here. In fact, he is, or will be, the
chief witness against Mr.. Honeywell in
his effort to break the famous Holden
Honeywell will. disposing of some ten
million dollars. Am I right, Mr..
Honeywell"
"Thus far" replied the blind man
composedly.
Give years ago William Honeywell