Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-01-08

Montrose. lying back lfeless in the
chair The detective waited TO sec
no moro, but crept downstairs in the
wake of Harold Stanley.
Harold reached the foot OF the
stairs and was starting across the
front hall. when Florence, hearing
his step. came out from the library.
lie returned no answer To her greet
ing. In alarm, at the vague stare in
his eyes, she laid her hand on his and
checked his advance.
Harold" she exclaimed. What is
Il? What is the matter? You look
500 strange"
As she spoke she drew him toward
the library. Meekly he suffered him
self to be led into the room. AS the
curtains closed behind them he turned
swiftly to Florence. whispering:
Don't be surprised at anything.
dear! I'm"
\ sound of running feet and Of
colliding bodies interrupted him. He
rushed to the window Just in time to
see Clayton grapple with the fleeting
Tanner.
with a shout Stanley vaulted over
the low window sill to 20 to his
friends aid. But before he had
cleared the window strong hands
dragged him back into the room.
ton Parish. In the same instant
Parrish deftly snapped a pair Of
handcuffs on Stanley's wrists.
Florence cried aloud in dismay.
Stanley agrily demanded of the de-
tective:
what is the meaning of this? Take
these things off my hands at once"
Parrish laughed long and loud
MY young reformerl" he scoffed,
"thc time is past for you to force your
orders on me or on anyone else. And
you've written your last roast on me
In the Examiner. The Crimson Stain
Mystery is solved at last. Harold
stanley" he continued. in the formal
diction of the police. Il arrest you for
the murder of Dr. Burton Montrose!
Florence screamed.
Hush, dear" soothed Harold.
"Your father is alive and well. Par
rish, as usual, has made Il fool OF
himself Take these things off my
wrists, Parrish. Take them off, ]
1ay!"
"Bluffing won't help you Stanley"
iiaid Parrish. "Y our race Is run. The
Crimson stain chiefs race is run.
You're the man. And now we're go
ng to start for police headquarters.
We"
Hold onu' broke in Harold sharply.
Unless you want to face false ar
rest suit don't be in such hurry. You
say killed Doctor Montrose. Go up to
his laboratory.
Parrish stood irresolute for mo-
ment then, with sneer, departed on
mis- Journey to the laboratory. At the
FOOT of the stairs he encountered Felix.
rhe servant whispered something to
him. Parrish nodded, then mounted
Me stairs.
Stanley, in few tense words. ex-
plained the situation to Florence. Sud-
denly Harold turned, with an odd SELL
nation that some one else had entered
,he room. Pierre La Rue stood in the
doorway.
Harold DATED toward him. forget
full of his own manacled hands. Pierre
stepped back into the adjacent din
ing-room, slamming the door shut in
Uarold's face.
Harold, clawing awkwardly at the
knob, impeded by the handcuffs sue
ceeded at last in getting the door
open. He strode into the dining-room,
almost stepping on tho child, whom
Florence had that morning brought
home. No one else was In the room.
Did You see man run thru this
room Z" Harold asked.
The child shook her head
Stanley turned back, dumbfounded,
10 Florence, who had followed him
10 the door.
IL can't understand ~" he stam-
mered. "You saw him go into his
room Yet the child would merely
laave seen him if"
Doctor Montrose came into the IL
brary, accompanied by the discomfit-
ed Parrish.
Harold walked up to the detective
without word, holding out his
wrists. Sulkily Parrish fished bunch