Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-11-26

| Grant nodded, looking very GRIM ''r-ow,
! get me"-he was beginning when Goss'
! heavy voice arose in a call for 'Misy
Stewart" The girl returned to her en-
ployers of1ce. and Grant plugged in at
the switchboard himself and called up
police headquarters
He was in the midst of low voiced but
urgent conversation with his friend Cado-
gan, chief of detectives, when sounds from
the next room advised him that the in
Vestigation was over IAN right chief.
I'll rush the copy to you right away" he
said aloud as the coroner and Goss came
In. ut isn't much of a story though.
Goodby," and he hung up, leaving the
police officer at the other end OF the wire
considerably nystihed
But Cadogsn had learned TO trust Tom
my Grants intuitions, so 1t was hardly
f1Ve minutes later that a small red auto
sped into the street below, and the chief
OF detectives leaped out to greet Tommy.
What the Sam Hilrs all tho rush?" he
demanded. 81 couldn't make out half
what you were driving at"
TITS murder" returned Grant succinct
~. "Goss has killed his partner"
That's pretty grave charge" Cado-
gan demurred, holding back whats
your proof? l can't very well arrest a
man Just on your say-so."
Never mind that now!" cried Grant.
a.
picious and make a break for parts I'M
known any minute. Come on, or-there
hear that"
A woman's scream had runE out shrill
and terrified. from window above them.
Cadogan needed no further urging In a
bound he was inside the Office building
and pounding upstairs with Grant at his
heels.
The door Of Goss & Whites office was
locked as they tried 1t. Inside there was
the sound OF a struggle and a mans voice
Trick with fury. Together the two put
their shoulders to the door and after
straining a moment burst II in Miss
Stewart was lying in a crumpled heap In
the middle OF the floor. with furniture
flung about in every direction, and the
senior partner was nowhere to be seen.
Grant rushed TO the window. while Cado-
gan bent over the girl. Below on the fire
escape Goss was rapidly descending-he
had nearly reached the street
Promptly Grant swung out on the frail
iron ladder and started downward as fast
as he could go. As he reached the sec
ond story landing he heard chugging
beneath and glapced down to see Goss
In the little red car. He was going to es-
cape after all.
No, he wasn't. Grant vowed to himself,
gritting his teeth. He was still a dozen
feet from the pavement when the auto
shot almost underneath him, plungng
across the sidewalk In order to make the
corner more quickly.
Without hesitation Grant poised and
leaped and landed fairly on the shoulders
of the escaping Goss. The car careened
wildly across the street and rammed a
telegraph pole with a crash OF broken
windshield. But Goss was a prisoner
Grant secured him with double bowknot
twist of Jiujitsu origin and marched him
triumphantly back to the Office. where
Miss Stewart. the marks of fingers on her
throat, was already recovering under
Cadogan's ministrations. She shrank back
as her hang-dog employer was thrust into
the room.
IT told him I'd given you Mr.. Whites
pencil" she gasped hoarsely to Grant, |
land he tried to kill met!
"This was the last thing Caleb White |
wrote" explained Tommy, in fever to |
get at his typewriter. and pulled a sheet |
of paper from his pocket. "See how faint |
the pencil lines are in the FIRST words of |
the memorandum and how dark they get? |
Whites pen had been spoiled and his |
pencils were missing. He borrowed this |
one from Goss, as Goss knew he would. |
It's 5H, about the hardest made. White
had to wet IL in his mouth, and
.TPoisoned!' exclaimed Mansfield the
city editor.
Grant nodded Probably cyanide. What
made me suspicious was the fact that
Goss phoned the coroner without thinking |
Of a doctor. Besides, people with chronic |
heart trouble can't get insured for $4,000 |
5ee" And he plunged into his story.