Evening star., 1922-05-06

D. c., SATURDAY,
The remains will be the soup and al
cohol mixed. Next take the same
amount of water as you used of al
cohol and pour it in. Leave the whole
set for few minutes"
Very interesting" CONNIE ID
Craig. "Safe-blowing in one lesson
by correspondence school The rest
Of this tells how to attack various
makes, doesn't it?"
Just then a thin man in a huge,
worn ulster came stamping upstairs
from the basement, his collar up and
was something indefnably familiar
about. him, but as his face and figure
were SO well concealed, 1 could not
tell just why I thought so.
Catching glimpse of us. he beat
retreat across the opposite end OF
who Joined him outside the door \
thought l heard him ask: who are
those men? Who let them in?" but
could not catch the reply. :
One by one the other occupants of
US alone with the Gay Cat. Kennedy
the room rose and sidled out. leaving
us alone with Gay Cat. Kennedy
reached over to get a cigarette from
my case and light it from one that
l was smoking.
That's our man, think" he whis-
said nothing, but l would have
been willing to part with large
section of my bank account to be up
on the Chatham Square station of the
elevated just then.
There was a rush from the half
open door behind us. Suddenly eV-
erything turned black before me; my
eyes swan: l felt singing sensa-
tion on my head and a weak feeling
about the stomach: 1 sank half CON
scious to the floor. All was blank.
but, dimly. I seemed to be dragged
and dropped down hard.
How long l lay there | don't know.
Kennedy says it was not over five
minutes. 1t may have been so. but
opened my eyes I was lying on my
back on very dirty sofa in another
room. Kennedy was bending over me
with blood streaming from deep
cash on his head. Another figure
was groaning in the semi-darkness
opposite; it was the Cay Cat.
>"They blackjacked us" whispered
Kennedy to me as I staggered to
my feet. Then they dragged us
through secret passage into another
house. How do you feel?'
''All right" ! answred. bracing my
self against chair. for l was weak
from the loss of blood, and dizzy.
was sore in every joint and muscle.
looked about. only half comprehend
ing. Then my recollection flooded
back with rush. We had been locked
in another room after the attack, and
left to be dealt with later | felt in
my pocket | had left my watch at
the laboratory. but even the dollar
watch i had taken and the small sum
of money in my pocket were gone.
Kennedy still had his camera slung
over bis shoulder. where he had
fastened it securely.
Here we were. imprisoned. while
Pitts Slim, the man we had come
after, whoever he was, was making
his escape. Somewhere across the
street was O'Connor, waiting in. a
room as we had agreed. There was
only one window in our room. and
it opened on a miserable little
dunn waiter air-shaf 1t would be
hours yet before his suspicious would
be aroused and he would discover
which of the houses we were held
in. Meanwhile. what might not happen
to US?
Kennedy calmly set up his tripod
One leg had been broken in the
rough-hou but he tied it together
with his handk erchief, now wet with
blood. I wondered how he could
think of taking picture. His very
deliberation set me fretting and FUN
ing. and / swore at him under my
breath. Still. he worked calmly
ahead. | saw him take the black box
and set it on the tripod. 1t was in
distinct in the darkness. 1t look ed
like a camera. and yet it had some
attachment at the side that was
queer, including little lamp Craig
bent and attached some wires about
the box.
At last he seemed ready. Walter"
L.
over against the door. There, now
the table and that bureau, and wedge
the chairs in. Keep that door shut
at any cost. It's now or never-here
goes"
He stopped moment and tinkered
with, the box on the tripod. Hello!
Hello! Hello! Is that you, O'Con-
nor?' he shouted.
watched him in amazement. Was
the man crazy? Had the blow af-
fected his brain? Here he was, trying
to talk. into camera. A little sig
mailing bell in the box commenced to
ring. as if by spirit hands.
Shut up in that room growled
voice from outside the door. BY
God, they've barricaded the door.
Come on. pals, we'll kill the spies"
a smile of triumph lighted up Ken.
works" he he cried as the little bell con-
tinued to buzz. This is a wireless
telephone you perhaps have seen an
nounced recently-good for severa!
hundred feet-through walls and ev
erythng The inventor placed it in
box easily carried by man, in
cluding battery, and mounted on an
ordinary camera tripod so that the
user might well be taken for trav-
cling photographer; 1t is good in
one direction only. but 1 have sig
mailing bell hero that can be rung
from the other end by Hertzan waves.
Thank Heaven, it's compact and SIM.
pie.
"O'Connor," he went on. cit is as
told you. 1t was Pitts Slim. He
left here ten or fifteen minutes ago
I don't know by what exit, but I
heard them say they would meet at
the Central freight yards at midnight.