South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1922-01-25

which told Barry that il would be
useless 20 dissemble
You forget that 1 spoke then be
fore 7 had made my search Of all
the apartments for traces Of turpen-
tine" said the professor. Il respect
your professional reservations. my
friend. but I. too. have eyes. In the
studio OF Mrs. Vane I observed the
raised window shade. the little bulls
eye-the cross in red paint on the
back OF the portrait and the small
puncture which had penetrated it,
and turning. I looked over at that
dark and silent house across the
strip Of garden. Some Of its blank.
staring windows were directly in
line and I wondered"
Not another word on the subject
could Barry persuade that eccentric
scientist to utter and the latter de-
parted. still smiling. to leave the
detective I'm a decidedly reflective
frame Of mind. Time pressed. how
ever. and descending the stairs
Sergt Barry easily persuaded Hedge
TO unlock the door Of Henry Girls
wold's temporarily empty apart
ment for him.
After dismissing the janitor he
proceeded to force the drawers OF
the desk neatly and with dispatch
but the documents and 1edgers with
which it was filled told him nothing,
and In spite of himself the rigid
form and fixed. CLASSY stare of the
melancholy, moth-eatel old hound
in the corner seemed boring into
his consciousness rsprOachfully as
though even in death the beast
would guard and defend his mas
ter's possessions.
Leaving the desk at last he
crossed and examined the stuffed
animal closely. Il was. as the pro-
fessor had said, redolent OF turpen-
tine and the musty. spicy odor OF
taXidermy OF other days. He was
lingering one OF the long. still silky
ears when the door suddenly burst
open with such force that II banged
against the wall and Griswold strobe
in. stopping short In speeches. as
constituent and affront when he be-
held the intruder.
Then his glance travelled 10 the
rihed desk and found his voice in a
string OF oaths which left him pant
ing and notified Of countenance.
Just a moment" Mr.. Griswold, u
Barry remarked smoothly. your
apartment was entered and your
desk opened by official authority
and / think your interview at head
quarters with the chief during the
last hour must have told you that
even you cannot combat il. Who
owns this house next door,"
He shot the question so unexpect-
edly at the angry man that for a
minute Griswold blinked. Then he
replied with a gulp:
The Gotham Realty Company"
Who is the president of it?''
Il am, and I refuse 20 reply to
any further question:"
"But Mrs Vane has stated 10 wit
nesses whom we can produce that
you and she knew each other before
she ever came here" Barry declared.
Then she lied" Griswold cried.
his temper rising again Il never
loAA ~ % Oll NIb WOuldH-
MIR. Griswold!" Barry asked
quickly. What was that dogs
name?"
Marcus. but we called him Mark
for short" Griswold drew himself
up. Now that you have asked your
last idiotically irrelevant question,
Sergt Barry. Will you gO?"
But Barry seemed not to have
heard the furiously uttered request.
He still stood stroking the stiffened.
dropping ear Of the beast and re-
marked:
He looks quite lifelike, Mr. Girls
void with that detected expression.
I should not have called him Marcus
bat Mopus!"
As the name fell from the detec-
tives lips the change in the man be-
fore him was instantaneous and
hideous beyond all description. His
sallow skin turned a sultry gray
and he shrunk back and seemed n
wither like a mummy that is un-
rolled.
"Mopus," II was a mere breath
that issued from between the thin,
dry lips. ''Morus, She called him
that"
She who" Barry's voice rang
through the room and then indeed
the mummy came 20 life.
a harsh choking cry replied 10
him and Henry Griswold staggered
over 20 the chair by the table and
hinging his arms wide buried his
face In them
My wifel"
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