Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1916-11-13

scopic lens attachment you've read
SO much about in the scientific maga-
zines. 1t is really "a microscope. 1t
will photograph details that hr max Il
eye can hardly see. 1t will take 1
by picture of the very tinicst leaf or
insect. It's wonderful. Come along
and help me experiment with it. We
might photograph IA"
Hold on I'd he glad to help you in
any deep scientific researches you
choose. But not just now. if YOU don't
mind. You sec-l'Vc something terri
bly, important to tell you. And, if |
wait I'm afraid my courage Will give
out"
is 1t something new about the
Crimson STAIN" she asked eagerly
NO he returned. ITS nothing
about the Crimson Stain And it's
/ nothing new. It's the very oldest
story in all the world; and the very
sweetest May | tell it to you. dear"
Impulsively he caught both her lit
tie hands In his
"Florence!' he said. his voice low
and vibrant. you must surely know
what | want to say. You must have
known all along how l."
He got no further. a heavy step
sounded on the landing of the stairs
just above where he and Florence
stood. Stanley knew the step OF
7 Doctor MOntroSe.
Presently, seeing that the doctor
mad no intention of going back to his
laboratory and that his own chances
of word alone with Florence were
very light, Harold decided sull<ly that
ne must postpone his proposal until
som' time when Montrose should be
busy or else away from home.
Scarcely had the doctor quilted his
laboratory; five minutes earlier, on
ms way downstairs to Florence and
Stanley, when Felix had glided silent
~ down the hallway of the laboratory
wing and had tried the door. FIFTY
times during the past few months he
had done this in his employers brief
absences from the laboratory. But
almost always the spring lock held
the door tight shut against him
Today, however. the door chanced
to be on the latch Felix thrilled
with excitement at his own good luck.
He had always been morbidly curious
about this mysterious room. And now
he saw chance to crafty his curips-
lty.
As he stood, peering about him, lie
heard taint noise that seemed "a
come from the other side of an ap-
parently blank wall Scared. ne
crouched behind a table, just rs a
panel in the wainscoted wall began (,
SIP 10 one Slde, revealing an innCl
room beyond the wall.
Through this opening appeared Tho
head and shoulders of Tanner \.
Felix stared bewilderedly at him
Tanner entered the laboratory anc
turned around to close the secret
panel.
If once the panel should be closed
Felix knew he himself had scant hop,
OF finding way to open II again
Therefore, in the second that the
other mans back was toward him, the
servant sprang forward from behind
the table and buried his talonlike fin.
gers in Tanners throat.
When Mr.. Montrose. a half minute
later, rushed into the laboratory, he
saw the secret panel standing open
and Tanner sprawled senseless on the
floor
At last Tanner opened his eyes
Shuddering, he looked wildly about
him. The sight of the doctor leaning
over him seemed to reassure the
tough To the wordless question II
Montroses eyes, he babbled, inco-
herently:
mo, | don't know who. ! couldnt
see him. But felt the throat-grip
all right. as long as could feel any
thing. lists warning. doc"
A spasm of terror shook DR.. Mont
rose from head to foot.
Florence watched at the front dool
until Stanley was out of sight Then
as she made as though to go bacl
into the house, she saw Layton Par
rish turn in from the street and star
up the walk toward the veranda.
She advanced a step to meet th
detective. and held out her hand to
ward him, courteously, If not cor
daily.
We'll, Miss Montrose." was Par
rish's almost effusive greeting as h
shook hands with her, II hear you ar,
TO be congratulated on clearing youn,
Clayton from the charge Of killinJ
Truxton Lambert"
I'm so glad he is free" she ex
claimed, her heart warming to thi
bearer of good news. Il tried to tel
you about the Figure in Black yo,
remember. But you--'
~ know. / know" replied Parrish
"It was my own loss. IL I'd take
your tip the credit Of clearing youn,
Clayton would be mine. and not Stan
ley's. That's why I've come here to
day. I'm beginning to get a prett,
high idea Of your detective powers
young lady. and want to avail my
self OF them II you'll let me-"
Flattered at this praise from tn
usually grumpy Parrish, she made an
swer.
why. certainly. What can dor
I've been making inquiries abou