Evening star., 1925-09-21

~ EG pardon. l don't quite
catch your meaning,
stammered Anson. 1T has
IL been done for her." said
the other, shifting daintily.
Don't you smell it? An anesthetlc
has been used here"
AnSon had not a keen sense of
smell; neither was it defective. He
considered himself normal in that re-
s,ard, and he had smelled nothing at
Ill in cell No. 5. Neither had his
colleagues, he believed. If they had,
they would of course, have mentioned
it. especially the wardress, who was
a temperamental, sensitive Welsh
woman married to a man of Ardry-
lGMare-in fact, to a constable.
Having been told of it, however,
and put upon his mettle, AnSon'S eX-
rerimental shifts served him a better
turn.
'Since you speak OF it, l believe
there is a queer smell" he agreed,
though it's very faint
1T is now. From what you say.
hours-we don't yet know how many
have passed since the girl was
taken away. I'm certain it's the odor
of an anesthetic, though it's not COM
mon or garden chloroform or ether.
Must be one of those newly invented
LilinSS lilal SiielIiASIS ei z away . Aoos
ing at"
Instantly Pandora Hastes words of
last night flashed back into Anson's s
brain. She had spoken of a new
anesthetic invented by Sir Rawdon
Wells. She had stolen-so she said
n sample bottle" and she defiantly
asserted that the odor mingling with
the perfume on a certain handkerchief
was the characteristic odor of Wells
anesthetic.
Anson knew that the sample
bottle" had not been found on the
girl. The wardress, Mrs. Jones, who
had searched her last night, had
shown him everything taken from
Miss Haste. There had been a purse,
with nearly f12 in it, a locket con-
tanning two miniature photographs
one of Capt. Kennedy Haste and one
of Sir Rawdon Wells; a wrist watch
with ITO Pan from Don" inscribed in
side: also a pearl ring and a quaint
brooch. The brooch was a profile
representation in gold of an open
box, from which a winged figure of
Hope, with jeWeled wings, was look
ing out. On the back of this was
engraved "Pandoras S Box. May Hope
Never Fly Away"
AS the sergeant duly displayed these
objects to Dagon thaving already
shown the monogrammed handker-
chief, still holding its odor), he no.
ticed that the Canadian examined the
trinkets with more interest than they
seemed to deserve.
"I suppose you don't make anything
special out of them. do you?" he
asked almost jealously. Not that he
was jealous. But if this "kid detec-
tive" could deduce valuable evidence
from these trifles, he could bring
water from stone, it would seem,
and was worthy to be envied by the
mere average man.
mo. I don't make anything spe,
cial out of the things themselves, Y
said Dagon slowly, with an odd, in
Prospective look in his big, dark eyes.
But there's something queer about
me. You may think I'm fool. Sew
eral people have thought SO. But /
believe most of them have changed
their minds. l have-or 1 imagine l
have (maybe it's much the same thing
In the end)-the faculty of calling up
before my minds eye the appearance
Of a person owning any object hold
In my hands. That comes maybe
from trying to cultivate and wake my
pineal gland! Probably you've never
heard of it-but if 1t interests you
look it up in the encyclopedia later
Now, nobody has ever told me what
this girl Pandora Haste is like, but
listen while 1 describe what l seem
to see and tell me if the description
fits. Small, slim figure; hair, dark
brown with red lights; big eyes, black
no, yellow brown: very thick lashes
ar straight black brows. Pert nose:
pretty. smiling red mouth; determined
chin; dimple. What about it?'
by George, you must have seen a
photograph broke out Anson.
IT swear I haven't. And if / had
I shouldn't have seen the coloring.
I've described the image that comes
up before me. that's all. Evidently
I've hit It,"
you must be what they call a
clairvoyant," said Anson, uncom-
fortably.
IT don't know what am. I know
only what 1 can do" returned THE
other.
I've heard of those crystal-gazers
In London" Anson went on. 'They
look in a glass ball and see what hap
pens somewhere else. You're like that,
only you don't need to have the
crystal"
Unfortunately I can't see what
happens" amended Dagon. Il see
just an image-when l hold a per-
sons things in my hand. Then it
goes away. Already that picture of
Miss Haste is going. But l shan't
forget it. 1 wish to goodness l could
see what happens. In that case we'd