The Tomahawk., 1916-04-20

Telfk Bey"-his eyes narrowed and
glinted-"came to his reward. Will
you enter, gentlemen?'
81 know this much" replied Average
Jones as, followed by his friends, ne
passed through the door which their
host held open. you prepared, in the
Ioneliest part of the Hackensack mead
ows, some kind Of poison which, be-
lieve, can be made with safety only in
the open air. You found that your man
was coming 20 New York. knowing
that he would probably put up at the
Palatia or the Nederstrom, you re-
served rooms for him at both, and
took an office across from each. AS
it was hot weather, you calculated
upon his windows being open. You
watched for him. When he came you
struck him down in his own room
with the poison
But how" It was the diplomat
who interrupted.
II think with long blow-gun."
"By George!" said Bertram softly.
so the spirit-wand of bamboo was
blow-gun!"
The fumes, whatever they were.
killed swiftly?"
They did. Instantly; mercifully-
Too mercifully."
How could you know it was
fumes?" demanded Mr. Thomas Colvin
Mcintyre.
by the dead flies, the effect upon
the bellboy, and the fact that no
wound was found on the body. Then,
too, there was the illuminate of mer-
curry SHE'LL / think the shell was
blown through the blowpipe TO clear
the deadly fumes from the room by
it's explosion, before any one else
should suffer. Mr.. Smith is, at least,
not wanton slaughterer."
"You are right, sir, and l thank
you," said the foreigner. He drew
himself up weakly but with pride.
"Gentlemen, I am not a murderer. l
am an avenger. It would have gone
hard with my conscience had any in
nocent person met death through me.
AS for that Turkish dog, you shall
Judge for yourself whether he did not
die too easily"
From among the papers in a tiro1r
arainst the vail he took a French
journal, and read, translating f1uently.
The article was a bald account OF tho
torture, outrage and massacre or Ar
menian women and girls, at Adana,
by the Turks. The most hideous por-
ton OF it was briefly descriptive OF tho
atrocities perpetrated by order of 4
high Turkish official upon a mother
and two young daughters. IAN Ar
menian prisoner, being dragged by in
chains, went mad at the sight, tho
correspondent stated.
II was that prisoner said the read
er. '"The official was Telfik Bey.
saw my naked daughter break from
the soldiers and run to him, pleading
for pity, as he sat on his horse; and
saw him strike his spur into her bare
breast. My wife, the mother Of my
children"
DON'T" The protest came from the
fifth assistant secretary of state.
But what was the poison?" asked
Bertram. -
II think Mr.. Jones has more than a
suspicion" replied the doomed man,
with a smile. "You will find useful
references on yonder shelf, Mr..
JONES'"
Moving across the shelf, Average
Jones took down a heavy volume and
ran quickly over the leaves.
"Ah!" he said presently, and not
noticing, in his absorption, that the
host had crossed again to the tiroir
and was quietly searching in COM
partment, he read aloud:
Little is known Of cyanide of cacodyl:
the tn German chemist, combined oxide o;
eqcody with na gnnSSne evan faac Of
cacodyl, or dimethyl arsine cyanide: A.
both of it's components are of the dead
hest description, it Is extremely dangerous
to make. It can be made only in the open
air. and not without the most extreme
precaution known to science. Mr.. La
Eelles sc9tt Of Ensand nearly 7adi i9st MS
fraction Of a grain gives off vapor suf~
ficient to kill human being instantly.
"This is all very WE'LL" broke in Mr..
Assistant Secretary Thomas Colvin
mcintyre, 'DuC want CQlS HAL dr.
rested. How can we know that ne
isn't shamming and may not escape
US, after all?"
"By this" retorted their host. He
held aloft small glass vial, lead
sealed, and staggered weakly to the
door.
"Stop him!" said Average Jones
sharply.
The door closed on the words.
There was a heavy fall without, fol-
lowed by the light tinkle OF glass.
Average Jones, who had half
crossed the room in leap, turned to
his friends, warning them back.
"Too late. We can't go out yet.
Wait for the fumes to dissipate."
They stood, the four men, rigid.
Presently Average Jones, opening
rear window, leaped to the ground.
followed by the others, and came
around the corner of the porch. The