Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-05-09

Wells has turned into a Laboratory
The only part that's secret there ID
the staircase leading down from the
tapestry boudoir. The other way
down isn't hidden
"Weil, no doubt Soull talk over
your theory with the architect
you've phoned to come down here"
said Dagon. He will probably be
able to md out IL there's anything
in it. Meanwhile II you'll permit
me. I'll have a look at the rooms
most concerned; the dining room,
the music room, the tapestry
boudoir, and, of course, the lab.
ratory and cellar, all Of which /
understand from Sergeant AnsoR
have been closed by his order. By
don Wells calls his DEM"
NO" said Haste, "this is the II.
brary I'm here now because Of the
telephone. The den is next door
MAY I go into the den for a mo.
ment, alone?" Dagon asked.
Haste looked surprised, but con.
scented at once. Arson took the de.
tective to the door of the next room,
and thon returned. guessing that
Captain Haste would wish to ask
questions about his adopted sister.
BY Dagon's suggestion, he had no,
vet mentioned the new addition 10
last nights mystery - Pandora
Haste's disappearance from locked
cell. Dagon had thought that the
issues might be somewhat confused
IL this news was sprung suddenly
upon Captain Haste, and preferred
that all the necessary questions 10
be put by him should be answered
before the blow fell. In Dagon's
absence. therefore, the sergeant told
es tactfully as he could what had
happened at Ardry-le- Mare.
The man from Scotland Yard had
no sooner shut the door of the den
| than he walked to the desk. There
was just one photograph displayed
upon 1t, large one in Il silver
| frame. 1t represented a girl VITA
thick, bobbed hair and big eyes that
! looked straight out of the picture
into the eyes OF any one who gave
back the look. Dagon gave it back
as he took up the frame and held III
| for a long time in his hand. While
lie SO held 1t he had the air of a
man in a dream, and his eyes were
| fixed on the pictured face as If he
| were magnetized. Yet no one had
| ever called Pandora Haste a great
| beauty.
In the short khaki dress Of some
| Fort Of war worker, which she wore
in the photograph, the girl was
rather like a charming hoy, very
young boy, not more than fifteen
well! SO that's the girl!" he
said to himself, half aloud. III she
| needs any saving, I'm on the Job FOL
save her, for all I'm worth"
| He determined to find out what he
could about Pandora Haste. So fad
| he knew only what Arson haf
hastily told him-that she was an
adopted sister of Captain Haste, and
had confessed to being "frightfuy
! jealous" OF her sister in law, the
vanished bride. But there must be
| a lot more to learn about her pas;
and present.
| Dagon looked at nothing else IN
the den" He had gone there solely
to see the photograph of Pandora
Haste, and he had wished TO bel
| alone, with no curious eyes upon
him, while he gazed at il as long as
| he liked. The room held no other
interest for him, and after five
! minutes lingering he returned lo|
Haste and Arson.
| ~~A N'io AilNCt NACMiuS OL iIlcUlDeTS OIL
the household had to be gonel
through over again-the pictureSqus
old butler: the housekeeper, Mrs.
Gillett, and her V. A. ID. daughter;
Josephine, Eve CAROLS maid, and|
several servants of the Court, in.
Guiding Tate, the chauffeur. This
duty Dagon performed before seeing
Sir RaWdon, although to Ansons
IDEA the program should have been
| carried out the other way round,
| Il don't want to form an opinion oil
] Or HaWdon till I'm primed ready
10 combat 1t, If necessary" he OK.
| planned. You know I'm inclined toll
IKE people with Italian blood mi
tneir veins. l don't care to begin
doing it."
| Even the blood marks In The
! music room he saw before asking forl
an interview with the master of the
house-who was also It's prisoner
ana these marks interested him i'm.
| mensely.
| The footprint was clear. and be.
size II stood the boot which Rawdon
Weiis had directed Arson 10 fit into
!he reddish outlines. Every strangsI
IL should be SO clear. and yet the
only track that exists" the defective
thought. There isn't another traced
| OF blood on ahe foor-not one!"
| Then the queer thought Jumped
INTO his head: Looks as II there
| hadnt been any blood to waste, and
what there was had to be used TO
make to best possible show"
| lagoon kept these ideas to himself
Ior !he time, however, without a
wore to Anson, who was at his side
waiting to press the spring which
raised the tapestry. This il where
me secret door 1 told you about is |
nioden.' tho sergent explained, "and
mere are tho fingerprints that YOU
but. by all that's holy, whats I
happened to them"
ne mad caused the tapestry TO LIT [
IN its awning form over the hidden I
uoor, and was about TO point out /
sne mark OF the hand, palm and
myers, which had been so distinct (
Iast night. But, To his intense
asstonishment. all that remained Of
Tue prints was red smudge.
m Wny-why," Arson stammered I
uon't understand this"
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