The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-02-10
CHAPTER VIII-Continued


"Why certainly" agreed the doctor
ut once. He turned back. Miss Cor
nelia seemed pleased.
81 hoped you would" she said, with
q little tremble in her voice such as
might easily occur in the voice Of a
nervous old lady. "Oh, yes-here's
paper-and a pencil as the doctor
fumbled in pocket.
The doctor took the sheet Of paper
she proffered and, using the side of
his bag as a pad, began to write out
the prescription.
81 don't generally advise these
drugs" he said, looking up for mo-
ment. still"
He paused. what time is it?"
Miss Cornelia glanced at the clock.
~Half past eleven"
"Then I'd better bring you the pow.
ders myself" decided the doctor.
"The pharmacy closes at eleven. l
shall have to make them up myself"
"That seems a lot of trouble,
Nothing is any trouble if I can
be helpful" he assured her, smilingly.
And Miss Cornelia also smiled, took
the piece of paper from his hand.
glanced at it once, as If out of idle
curiosity about the unfinished pre-
scription and then laid ii down on the
table with a careless little gesture
Dale gave her aunt glance of dumb
entreaty. Miss Cornelia read her
wish for another moment alone with
the doctor.
"Dale will let you out, DOCTOR" said
she, giving the girl the key of the
front door.
That's right" he said, smilingly.
"Keep thinks locked up. Discretion
is the better part of valorr'
But Miss Cornelia failed to agree
with him.
"Pve been discreet for sixty-five
years." she said, with sniff, "and
sometimes 1 think it was mistake p
The doctor laughed easily and fol-
lowed Dale out of the room, with a
nod of farewell to the others in pass
ing. The detective, seeking for some
object upon whom to vent the grow
ing irritation which seemed to possess
him, made Bailey the scapegoat of
his wrath.
II guess we can do without you,
for the present" he said, with an
angry frown at the latter. Bailey
flushed, then remembered himself, and
left the room submissively, with the
air of well-trained servant accepting
an unmerited rebuke. The detective
turned at once to Miss Cornelia.
snow I want few words with
your he said in a surly voice. The
failure of his search Of the terrace
and grounds seemed to irk him greatly.
(which means that you mean to do
all the talking" said Miss Cornelia
acridlH VERY well! But first l
want to show you something. Will
you come here, please?'
She started for the alcove.
'Tve examined that staircase" said
the detective, ungraciously.
He followed her unwillingly, up the
stairs, his whole manner seeming to
OStAoy q SOAupiCIC ioSh VI COhhuChCC
in theories of all amateur sleuths in
general and spinster detectives of
sixty-fve In particular. Their foot
steps died away up the alcove stairs.
The living room was left vacant for
an instant.
Vacant? Only in seeming. The
moment that Miss Cornelia and the
detective had passed up the stairs
the crouching, mysterious Unknown
behind the settee, began to move. The
door Of the French windows opened
a stealthy figure passed through II
silently to be swallowed up in the
darkness of the terrace.
And poor Lizzie, entering the room
at that moment, saw a hand covered
with blood reach back and gropingly
horribly, through the broken pane
refasten the lock.
She shrieked madly.