The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-11-19
TIE PENCIL CLUE
An Adventure Of
Grant, Police Reporter
BY Robert Welles Richie
\ Story BY Redfeld ingalls,
An Adventure of

58a tS+t4L aoeAaeut LOOKING very GRIM N WS
get Ene"-he was beginning when Gos8
heavy voice arose IN call for 'rNdIBl
Stewart" The girl returned to her EN-.
ployer's Office. and Grant plugged IN Al
tho switchboard himself and called ur
police headquarters
He was Ia the midst OF low voiced. bur
urgent. convorsatio with hlR friend Cado7
gan, chief or detectives. when sounds from
the next room advised him that the in.
vestigation was over. 'sAll right. chief
Ill rush the copy 10 you right away he
said aloud MS the coroner and Goaa came
IN 1T Isn't much of a story. though
Goodby." and he hung up. leaving this
police ofhcer at the other end OF the Vvdra
considerably mystIhed.
I But Cadogan had learned to trust Ton7+
my Grants iutultIons. 30 1t was hardly
five minutes later that a small red auto
sped into the street below. and the chief
OF detectives Heaped out to greet Tommy.
wv hat tho. Sam Hits Rll tho rush e he
demanded II couldn't make out half
what you were driving att
IT'S murder returned Grant Buoc1nct-
ly. ''Goss hns killed his partner
That's q pretty grave Charge Cado-
gan denurred. holding back whats
your proof2 I can't very well arrest =
man just on your say-Bo.''
Never mind that now" cried Grant
catching his arm. Hes liable to get suB-
picious and mako a break for parts un.
known any minute. Come on, or-thers,
hear that?''
"a womang scream had runE out. strtlr
and terrified. from a window above them.
Cadogan needed no further urging In a
bound he was inside the office building
and pounding upstairs with GraEt at hia
heels
The door OF Gogs Sc Whites once vas
locked as they tried It. Inside there was
the sound Of a struggle and q. mans voice
thick with fury. Together the two put
E7fYF FTnV-w
strnining a moment burst 1t 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 frs
escape Goas was rapidly descendtnE-hs
had nearly reached the street
Promptly Grant swung out on the fran
Iron ladder and started downward as fast
as he could go. AS he reached the sec
ond story landing he heard a chugginE
beneath and glanced down to see Goss
In the little red car. He was going to es-
cape after all, m
No. he wasn't Grant vowed to himself.
gritting his teeth. He was still a dozen
shot almost underneath him, plunginR
across the sidewalk In order to make the
corner more quickly.
without hesitation Grant poised ana
leaped and landed fairly on the shoulders
OF the escaping Goss. The car careenad
wildly across the street and rammed a
telegraph pole with a crash OF broken
windshield. But Goss was prisoner
Grant secured him with 81 double bowknot
twist Of 1lu1itsu origin and marched him
trfumphantly back to the Office, where
Miss Stewart the marks of fingers on her
throat. was a1ready recovering under
.Cadogan's mEnistrations. She shrank back
as her hang dog employer was thrust into
the room.
T told him I'd given you Mr.. Whites
pencil.'' she gasped h0arsely to Grant,
land be tried to kill metz
This was the last thing Caleb white
wrote explained Tommy, in a fever to
get at hts typewriter, and pulled sheet
of paper from his pocket. ''See how faint
the pencil lines are In the first words OF
the memorandum and how dark they get7
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 vet It In his mouth, and
tPoisoned!'' exclaimed Mansfield, the
city editor.
Grantnodded. Probably cyanide. What
made me suspicious was the fact that
.GosaS phoned the coroner without thinking
OF doctor. Besides. people wi TIL chronic
heart trouble can't get insured for Sex. 600.
Seer And he plunged into his story.