The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1929-08-23

"Have you any of these papers
asked Mr.. Utterson. ;,
Poole felt in his pocket, ana
handed out a rumpled note, when
the lawyer, bending nearer to the
candle, carefully examined. lts
contents ran thus: Doctor JekyI
presents his compliments 70
Messrs. Nav. He assures tnem
that their last sample Is impure
and quite useless for his present
purpose. In the year %, Dr. D.
purchased a somewhat large guam
tity from Messrs. M. He now
begs them 10 search with the
most sedulous care, and should any
of the same quality be left, to for
ward it to him at once. Expense
is no consideration. The import
ance of, this to DR.. j. can hardly
be exaggerated" So far the let
ter had run composedly enough,
but here, with a sudden splutter OF
the pen, the writer's emotion had
broken loose. "For Gods sake" he
had added, "find me some OF the
old"
"This is a strange note," said
Mr.. Utterson; and then sharply,
"How do you come to have it OPP
en-"
"The man at Maw's was main
angry, sir, and he threw it back
to me like SO much dirt" returned
Poole.
"This is unquestionably the doc
tors hand, you know" resumed
the lawyer. -,
81 thought it looked like il" said
the servant rather sulkily; and
then, with another voice. "But
what matters hand of write" he
said, give seen him!"
"Seen him." REPEATED Mr.. Utter
son. "Well?"
"That's it," said Poole. at was
this way. l came suddenly into
the theater from the garden. 1t
seems he had slipped out to look
for the drug or whatever it IS; for
the cabinet door was open, and
there he was at the far emu of the
room digging among the crates
He looks up when / came in, gave
kind of cry, and whipped up
stairs into the cabinet. 1t was but
, for one minute that I saw him, but
! the hair stood upon my head like
uuills. Sir, if that was my mas
ter, why did he cry out like ;
!, rat, and run from me? 1 hav,
served him long enough. AnC
then" the man paused as he pass
ed his hand over his face.
"These are all very strang cir
! cumstances, said Mr.. Uttersor
"but l think I begin to see day
!. light. Your master, Poole, i
: plainly seized with one of thos
maladies that both torture an
deform the sufferer: hence, 70
! aught I know, the alteration o
t his voice; hence the mask and tn
avoidance of his friends; hence hi
! eagerness to find this drug, b
f means of which the poor soul re
/ tains some hope of ultimate recoN
: ery-God grant that he be not do
/ ceivedl There is my explanation
/ it is sad enough, Poole, ay, an
: appalling to consider; but it
/ plain and natural, hangs well II
- gether and delivers us from all e.
n orbitant alarms"
o "Sir," said the butler, turning
sort of notified pallor, 9Th;
e thing was not my master, ar
o there's the truth. My MASTER
u here he looked around him and b
y gan to whisper-"is a tall fiji
4, build of man and this was more
protest. "Oh, sir" cried Pool
is "do you think / do not know n
a master after twenty years ? do "
N think l do not know where h
is head comes to in the cabinet doc
n when / saw him every morning
d my life? No, sir, that thing in Il
h mask was never Doctor Jekyll-
S, God knows what it was, but it WI
.e never Doctor Jekyll; and it is Il
n belief of my heart that there W,
L murder DONE"