The New York herald., 1922-11-26

feeling no end Ill. Good thing the
doctor chap happened along. Curious,
too, that he never noticed how rotten
he felt until the doctor saw him. Moth
ing short Of providential, this doctor
happening along.
"well. old boy" says the doctor
after a cursory view of the naked
spine, you've got IL bad. but never
say die. Stay where you are. I'm
off TO the chemists at the corner.
Don't move. Back In jiffy with the
Nux Methyl CodiciI. One injection
and I'll have you right as rain. Two
and six for the Nux Methyl Codicil
and you can pay me when Two In
jected 1T. But IL you care to live
don't move until I'm back"
Right, doctor, and thank you.
kindly. groans the victim OF the
dread Scolotarum ProbenAs, who has
his face buried In a pillow.
The doctor departs. With him he
takes his patients clothes. Maybe the
clothes will fetch five bob or so.
Maybe a pound: who knows7 And
there is the watch and chain and a
pound or so In money. DO II a couple
of hundred times and you have some
thing. OF course 1t takes nerve.
Bad Spelling Leads
To Culprit,s Arrest
Well. Scotland Yard landed that
genius. BY tho grave deduction
process Of Sherlock Holmes7 Not at
all. Simply by, getting the description
OF the man and referring back to the
prosaic files. In the files they dis
covered a. clothing thief who corre-
sponded In appearance to the doctor
Name, w. Herring. Had a record for
stealing clothes In Liverpool and
Leeds. Here were Williams Bertillon
measurements and finger prints. Get
William. They got him. He was
identified. He went to prison. Mr..
Holmes would have made q better
story of It, but Scotland Yard did II
quito a. efrectively-and more quickly.
And there was tho respectable
household in Kent that was all but
divided against itself by anonymous
letters addressed to various members
of tho family. Here In America the
police would call them poison pen
letters. First the circumspect lady of
the manor received a most insulting
letter. 1t put her to her bed In a
nervous collapse. Then her husband
received a few Of them. The old
gentleman was about done up, such
were the contents OF these notes.
The young ladies' received their
nasty letters and the sons of the fam
ily were recipients Of moro. The
thing went on for six months. Local
conetables and private detectives sur
rendered the case. confessing them
selves baffied. The letters didn't come
by mail. Not q stamp was used The
butler got them. The second man re-
ceivsrd a few. Cook got hers and was
so hurt that she couldn't cook for
weeks. Nurse was made n target for
the abusive epistles. Even the small
scullery maid, as meek and inoffensive
as Sally Brass's starved Marchioness.
got two Of them.
Every morning some member Of the
household, servants and masters and
mistresses. found them In his or her
pockets or in the front hall or on a
window ledge or under his or her
bedroom door or under his or her
pillow. Whole squads OF private de-
tectivcs surrounded the house and
watched all night and all day. Take
heed of that. Mr.. Holmes. other
squads OF tectives stood about the
halls and chambers OF the house all
night and all day. They saw nothing,
heard nothing, discovered nothing.
Now what do you think OF that. Dr.
Watson7 a
Just one clew was turned up. All
the letters were typed on an ancient
typewriter. The alignment OF the type
proclaimed the state Of decrepitude OF
the machine. The lower case "e" was
rather fiattened out. Elementary
Elementary! Find the typewriter.
Locate its owner. Elementary Ele--
mentaryi
But they didn't find the typewriter.
They didn't find the typist. That Is
they didn't until Inspector Blodgett
went out from Scotland Yard.
See here. Blodgett," said Sir Rasil.
go out there and see what you can
DO. Don't hurry. Take your time. OF