Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-05-15

queer ever since going in the old
room. and something told me I'd bet
ter not shake hands"
Paredes looked up, wide-eyed. The
cards slipped from his fragile, point
ed fingers.
do you realize, Mr.. District At
torney, what this man is saying?"
But Robinson motioned him to ST
lence.
LET him go on. What happened
then?"
That's ALL" Blackburn answered,
except this long sleep I can't make
out. Old Waters didn't get mad at
tied up in some books, guess. I
told him I was sleepy and didn't
want to be bothered, and he nodded
to the spare room off the main hall.
and I tumbled into bed and was off
almost before knew It,"
Paroles sprang to his feet and
commenced to walk about the hall
Tell u.s. he said. when you first
woke, upe"
~ was A1lC INV IS-Ns <hlSSA
noon," sSilas Blackburn quavered.
fumbling with his pipe again. But
it was only for minute"
Paroles. stopped in front of Rob-
inson.
when he turned! You Sect
TT was Waters knocking on the
door," Blackburn went on. II guess
he wanted to know what was the
matter, and he talked about some
food, but didn't want to be both
cred, so I called to him thru the
door to go away, and turned over
and went TO sleep again"
HE turned over and went to sleep
again!" Katherine said breathlessly,
''and it was about that time that
heard the turning in the old bed
room.'
"Katherine!" Graham called. What
are you talking about? What are
you thinking about?"
what else is there?" she asked.
"She's thinking about the TRUTH"
Paroles said tensely. I've always
heard OF such things. So have you.
You've read OF them. If you read at
all. India is full of it. It goes back
to ancient Egypt-the same person
simultaneously in two places-the
astral body-whatever you choose to
call it. It's the projection OF ones
self whether consciously or uncon-
sciously; perhaps the projection of
something that retains reason after
an apparent death. You heard him.
He didn't seem to walk. He doesn't
remember leaving the room. which
was locked on thee inside. His de-
scent OF the stairs was without mo-
ton az we know it. He had gone
some distance before his mind con-
sciously directed the movement Of
this active image Of Silas Blackburn.
while the double from which 1t had
sprung lay apparently dead In the
old room. You notice he shrank from
shaking. hands. and he slept until we
hid away the she'll. What disintegra-
ton and coming together again has
taken place since we buried that shell
in the old graveyard? II his friend
had shaken hands with him would
he have grasped emptiness? Did his
normal self come back to him when
tho shell was put from our sight, and
he awakenedf These are some Of
the questions We must answer"
You've 4 fine Imagination. Mr..
Paredes." Robinson said dryly.
sHia fat face. nevertheless. was be-
wildersd, and in the eyes. surround-
ed by puffy flesh. smouldered q pro-
found uncertainty.
Il wish Groom were here" Pa
redes was saying. HE would agree
with me. He would know more
about it than T.
Robinson threw back his shoulders.
He turned to Rawlins with his old
authority. The, unimaginative de-
tectivs had stood turnout, releasing
no indication Of his emotions: but as
he raised his hand now to an unnec-
essary adjustment Of his scarf pin,
the fingers were not quite steady.
Telephone this man Waters"
Robinson directed. Then get in COM
munication with the office and put
them on that end"
Rawlins walked away. Robinson
apologized to Silas Blackburn with
an uneasy voice.
Got to check up what 1 can.
Cant get anywhere with these things
unless you make sure of your first
facts. / dare say Waters story will
tally with yours
Blackburn nodded. Graham cleared
his throat