The Washington times., 1917-11-19
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AOuE uAmos AleBl
-VerdA Crane. ward OF Judson
Whitney"
Perhaps, young man. you know
who you are, at least!"
Ramsay ignored the Insult. and At
the end Of F1att's rapId-nre ques-
ti0nfng the detective wrote. John
Ramsay, confidential secretary b
Judson Whitney; employed only
two weeks"
Fiat had scarcely finished writ
Ing when there was . noise at the
door.
-oh, I'm 20 glad you've come"
cried Doris, rising and throwing
hsrSelf into the outstretehed arms
Of Dr. .searley, who had posted to
the house at her summons. Cant
you do something to sove hint"
There, there he soothed. pat
ting her shoulder reaasuringIy.
We WIN. see. Keep up your
r courage. my dear"
The Detective Rebufed.
F1att. ubiquitous in his notebook
Investigation. was beside thsS In n
moment But Dr.. Scarley with ITO
fessional interest paid NO atten-
ton, busying himself over the
wounded man, trying to fan to =
blaze the tiny spark Of life. F1att
nudged him. repeating his query.
T? returned scarIey curtly.
Can't you see I'm busyi Put
down DR.. Charles searley, family
physician and adviser. engaged to
Doris Whitney Now stand back"
Fiatt retreated a bit. writing a.
bustly as If the solution Of the
mystery depended on It. while
Scarley, with hypodermic and
stinulant tried his best to tbring
about recovery to consciousness.
Say" cut in 4 voice which
proved to be Ahner's, isn't there
anything doing except writing a
book!" He reached into his pocket
and pulled out q wad Of notes that
made Flats eyes bulge. Ten
thousand dollars reward for the
capture Of the man who shot my
brothefl"
It was q tempting offer. but Flat,
on reflection, saw in 1t only offense
to the majesty Of the law as repre-
sented by himself. Come now,
none Of that" he urged. Put your
money In your pocket. Wen at
tend to this case"
The little dispute seemed to
rouse Judson Whitney. As Doris
exclaimed ezcttedly, Ramsay
heard her. He turned and took .
few steps nearer, as II to make
sure.
The millionaire was m1ttering
Wealy as his rowing eye caught
Ramsay. For q moment his gaze
transnxed the secretary. He strug-
gled to his feet, his eyes staring,
one hand catching at his heart the
other wildly extended.
ut was he-my secretary-shot
mel"
An instant and whitney coll
lapsed, dead In the chair.
The Prophecy.
It was all that the omniscient
Flat needed. He was on Ramsay
In q Hash. As DR.. Scarley sorrow-
fully pronounced the magnats dead,
endeavoring to comfort Doris, who
had flung herself on the cold form
in new transports Of grief, Flatt
motioned to another Of his men.
Together they began leading Ram
say between them TO the back Of
the room
A second. Scarley and Abner ex-
changed glances, then both leaped
after the unfortunate secretary.
Abner brandished his dst in the
young mans face. Scarley, how
ever, did not so well control his
fury. Before Ramsay knew 1t,
pinioned by each hand, though he
was, scarley had struck him full
IN the face. Verda flung herself
between them, too late to stop the
blow, as the policeman pushed
them all back from his prisoner.
"sit down." he growled. showing
Ramsay into 9 chair.
A Eroan from the bearded
stranger on the divan diverted
their attention. and Flatt, eager
now to clinch his case. sprang to
the mans side. Half supported.
he then raised himself. gazing
wildly about as II recovering from
q dream. Catching sight Of Doris,
he motioned for her to come to
him. No one, however, paid any
attention.
"Your name-Nho are you?" de-