Bisbee daily review., 1922-01-26

| hGll which led to the roof. From 1 there I descended the fire escape tC
 Miss Shaw's studio and found hel
 huddled up in a bare, hard chair in (
 slumber that l fear was not norma 1 enc, for a small carton of tablets was beside her. I went through the en
 tire attic, examined the pitifully few garments and other things and found
 no paint or other stains, nor any erad l icator save soap.
 Climbing farther down the fire es
 cape past the windows of my own l apartment. 1 came to those of my
 neighbor, Henry Griswold. His 1 creams must have been deep He
 smiled as 1 looked at him and made [ sounds in his throat like those of an exultant dog over a bone. And men tioning dogs, that stuffed monstrosity
 which holds the place of honor in his sitting room was the only object in the whole apartment that gave any evidence of having been cleaned in the last decade, and I found it redo. lent of various chemicals, among them also a strong odor or iurpen- tine"
 "The dog!" muttered Barry. The old stuffed dog,"
 When I had completed my search there I left as I hac co.ne. rnar portion of the fire escape ends on the floor below as you know, on the skylight of Mrs. Vane's studio, but a walE-way runs around the edge to the outside row of windows of the ex- tention, where the second section of | the fire escape begins and continues to the street"
 Was Gordon Ladd ouc or asIeepy' demanded Barry, half incredulously. Professor Semyonov s;9,,cc mean ingly.
 Neither, at first. When appeared at the window to his studio I could see through the door that led into lis living room, He was tramping up and down, and though l do not pretend to be psychologist, 1 wou:u be willing to swear that sorrow atone, grief that tore at his heart-strings, was reflected upon his face. He was in solitude, aware of no eaN csuIupper, and yet 1 saw no signs Of either grIet or fear"
 You returned then, professor, the way you had come?'
 Yes; for a soporific made from d formula of my own when IS less harmful and more effective tnan that in which Miss Shaw had indulged. With it returned by way of tine tire escape to MT. Ladds window and rapped on the easement He was as tonished and<resentful, naturally, but when 1 made myself known to him rot only as his neighbor but as the nr lyv,n I,<~ admitted me. l think the poor young man was glad of someone to talk to, for after your departure the full i'm port of what had occurred must have descended upon him. We had a sym pathetic littleehour, in which learned much that had no bearing on the crime but which I will tell you ot later, and at its end he was qu-le will ing to take the opiate anG get little rest and surcease from his grief. He fell into deep sleep almost at once. but it was then morning and I could make only a superficial search. There was turpentine nowhere put in his studio"
 50 we drew blank, eh, Profes- sor?" Barry shrugged Sorry to have kept you up all night and made that request of you for not-;ng, put l had hunch that someone who had no business to do so had t--.cneu that portrait of Mrs. Vansittart last night while the paint was wet and brought away traces that they would try to get rid of at all costs"
 It was the professor turn to shrug.
 T know nothing of that, for I have not yet heard what you may have to tell me, my friend, but the JurpenIine did find, and in most unlikely place." he observed. You forget that horrible stuffed dog in the apart ment of Hennry Griswold."
 No responded Sergeant Barry. thoughtfully, "I have not forgotten the dog
 CHAPTER VIII
 You may have forgotten the dog, but l have not forgotten my break fasti" Professor SemyonUv laughed. You have had yours, sergeant? Then while 1 make my tea 1 hold you to your promise to tell me what is per inissible of your innvesti6ations.
 Tt seems fairly evident, then, that Miriam Nane, the portrait painter, was born only few years ago. He remarked, when the detective in ished. T wonder who inhabited that splendid body before that, and what havoc she wrought in the lives ot men and women%"
 oh, undoubtedly, she buried past of some kind, but as I told the chef, it need not have been d discreditable one" Barry's matter-Of-fact tone was in sharp contrast to the dreamy. almost mystic note which had come into the Russians voice.
 And the empty cartridge shell?" the professor reminded hlm. No. my friend That was her ghost of Ban quo!"
 Il think so. myself. The sergeau. rose. Il won't keep you from your laboratory any longer now, profcssur.
 Will you let me know the real t. port of the medical examiner after the autopsy? The full report. whether ii is all given out to the press pr not?" asked Professor Semyonu' | make particular reference to the dis lnurp from, NNbirb fhp q, hpf thpt kfi-t,