The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-01-20

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the house. Why?"
The doctor gave him a dignified
stare
Miss Van Gorder has already ex-
planned"
Miss Cornelia elucidated. "Mr. An
derson has already found theory of
the crime" she said with a trace of
sarcasm in her tones.
The detective turned on her quick
ly. 81 haven't said that" He started.
1t had come again-tinkling-
sistent-the phone-call from nowhere
the ringing of the bell of the house
telephonei
"The house telephone-again II
breathed Dale. Miss Cornelia made q
movement to answer the tinkling, In
applicable bell. But Anderson was be-
fore her.
"rll answer that" he barked. He
sprang to the phone.
"Hello-hello-"
All eyes were bent on him, nervous
ly-the Doctors face, in particular,
seemed a very study in fear and
amazement. He ciutched the back Of
chair to support himself-his hand
was the trembling hand of sick, old
man.
"Hello-hello-" Anderson swore
impatiently. He hung up the phone.
There's nobody there!"
Again a chill breath from another
world than ours seemed to brush
across the faces Of the little group in
the living room.
A light came into Anderson's eyes.
where's that Jap?" he almost
shouted.
"He just went out" said Miss Cor
nelia. The cold fear-the fear Of the
nearthly-subsided from around
Dale's heart-leaving her shaken, but
more at peace.
The detective turned swiftly to the
doctor, as if to put his case before
the eyes of an unprejudiced witness.
"That Jap rang the phone" he said,
decisively. Miss Van Gorder believes
that this murder is the elimination
of the series of mysterious happen
ings that caused her to send for me. I
do not"
'Then what is the significance OF
the anonymous letters" broke in Miss
Cornelia heatedly. "Of the man Liz
zie saw going up the stairs, of the at
tempt to break into this house-of
the ringing of that telephone bell?"
Anderson replied with one DELHI
crate word.
''TerroriZation," he said.
The doctor moistened his dry lips
in an effort to speak.
"By whom?" he asked.
Anderson's voice was an icicle.
81 imagine, by Miss Van Gorder's
own servants. By that woman there"
he pointed at Lizzie, who rose indig-
nontly to deny the charge But he
gave her no time for denial. He
rushed on, "who probably writes the
letters" he continued. "By the gar
dener," his pointing finger found
Bailey, "who may have been the man
Lizzie saw slipping up the stairs. By
the Jap, who goes out and rings
the telephone" he concluded tri-
umphantly.
Miss Cornelia seemed unimpressed
by his fervor
"With what object?' she queried
smoothly.
"That's what I'm going to find out r.
There was determination in Ander-
sons reply.
Miss Cornelia shifted. absurd! The
butler was in his room when the tele-
phone rang for the first time"
The thrust pierced Anderson's
armor. For once he seemed at loss.
Here was something he had omitted
from his calculations. But he did
not give up. He was about to retort
when-crash thud the noise of a
violent struggle in the hall outside
drew all eyes to the hall door.
An instant later, the door slammed
open, and a disheveled young man in
evening clothes was catapulted into
the living room, as if slung there by
giants arm. He tripped and fell to
the floor in the center Of the room.
Oily SlOOu LII thC uoOl "oy pShAiu
him, inscrutable, arms folded, on his
face an expression of mild satisfac-
ton as If he were demurely pleased
with a neat piece Of homework, neat
ly carried out.
The young man picked himself up,
brushed off his clothes, sought for his
hat, which had rolled under the table.
Then he turned on Billy furiously.
Oh you-what do you mean by
this?"
"Jiu-jitsu," said Billy, his yellow
face quite untroubled. "Pretty good
stuff. Found on terrace with search
light" he added.
with searchlightT' parked Ander-
son.
The young man turned to face his
new enemy.
"Well, why shouldn't I be on the
terrace with a searchlight?" he de-
manded.
The detective moved toward him.
menacingly.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you" said the young
man, with cool impertinence, giving