Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-09-09

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sion like a Photographic plate. But 1t
only remembers the stronger lights
until they have been washed out by
another and more powerful mind. At
the instant of changing from the in
fluence of the woman's mind to nor
NAL, Sydney would recollect things
that the woman hypnotist had work.
ed to make him forget. Little things,
word, phrase, perhaps, but that
was all the probleniIst needed.
Sydney's hands were moving slow
ly across his forehead; on his face
showed the struggle that was going
on in the brain of the body that was
asleep.
Another" Thames muttered. AN
other!" His voice strengthened, all
the power in him went in the final
hoarse whisper: my God, another"
The girl said that" Cotton spoke
sharply. THE girl said that"
"The - girl -" Sydney Thames
seemed vainly trying to remember
something. yes = golden hair :
something = wrong = hand right" "
her right hand on wineglass, Sgd
ney."
Yes -" The mumbling ceased.
Sydney Thames lay still, but it was
only to gain strength to speak again.
THE crow!" 1t was almost a shout.
one = SAID tnat! Inc crow. Oniy
- a feather! The crow knows! A
feather, only a feather! Hurry, Ruth!
A feather from Rameses. No time -
feather, girl"
Colton's hands relaxed. A great
sigh came through his tight-shut
teeth.
Sydney Thames Sydney Thames!"
The name, reiterated over and over,
seemed to calm the man on the bed.
no nor a
Colton's face was almost touching the
face of his secretary: he seemed to
be peering into the closed eyes of sgd
ney Thames through the folds of the
wet cloths that covered his own dead
eyes. Once more sydney Thames
stirred. His eyes opened slowly.
Thorn" he murmured weakly.
"Thorn!"
Cotton raised his head. Go to
sleep. Sydney His voice was very
gentle and the man on the bed closed
his eyes like little child.
The blind man arose. A fervent
Thank God!" crossed his lips; then
the old lines of WEAKNESS came back.
He touched the watch in his pocket.
Midnight. The fight there in the dark
bedroom had been going on for two
hours! He tiptoed out of the room
softly, down the stairs to the library.
He took another dring of brandy, a
stronger one this time, and he did not
even feel the fire of it. His fingers
found the empty chessboard. They
felt loose sh" Its of paper. He picked
them up and ran his fingers over the
backs of them. They were the notes
Shrimp had made of the crows words.
Throughout the afternoon and even
ing the crow had repeated nothing
but its one sentence: "Poughkeepsie!
Poughkeepsie! George Nelson! Wait
er! Age twenty-seven!" There was
not letter, not syllable but those
words. Strange that the crow had
such a small vocabulary. Why hadn't
of association with the woman? Was
it the crow that had been the mouth
piece of the silent ciaIrvoyant?
Coltons hand went to his breast
pocket. His fingers felt a rough,
folded paper. mo human hand can
unlock it. From out the dead dynas-
ties -" was that the old man had
The telephone bell tinkled. That
drove everything else from his mind.
With single motion he pulled the
instrument toward him and lifted the
receiver from the hook.
"Hello!". he called.
Here was the thing he had been
he had forced Others to put into his
hands!
The voice that came over the wire
was hoarse: "'Lo, Mr. Cotton. This
is Beldon of the district attorneys
staff. We've got the waiter! He's up
here at the Twenty-seventh Precinct
Hustle up and get line in him"
Right" There was eagerness. tri-
umph in the blind mans voice, and
the swapping of the receiver on it's
hook came with the jamming down of
the button that summoned his big
black car. He grabbed his stick and
coat and ran from the door. He jerk
ed open the front door and rushed
down the steps without even taking
the trouble to see that it was closed
tightly after him. The car swung
around the corner out Of the garage
The blind man ran into the street
and jumped to the running board be-
fore the frightened Michael. could stop
the machine.
The Twenty-sevcnth Precinct!"
ordered Cotton loudly. "Hustle!"
The car fairly leaped to it's best
speed. Cotton swung nimbly into the
tonneau. 1t raced uptown, and Col
ton, all the nervousness suddenly
gone, leaned comfortably back on the
cushions and let his whole weary body
relax. He took off the bandage he had
not waited to remove. and let the cool
night air fan his burning eyes.
The car pulled up before the green
lighted precinct station. Cotton spoke
to the driver.
How long did that take?" he want
ed to know.
mot more'n ten minutes, sorr."
answered the chauffeur with a touch
of pride.
All right! Back as fast as you
cant"
Michaels face flashed his surprise
before he turned, but he knew the
blind man too well to question.
stop at the corner above the
house!" ordered the problemist
Back they raced. Cotton jumped