Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-06-01

nursed him. and taught him, and there was a
million--an IN gold-tn the ship But they
robbed him"
She was talking of one OF the Inflated enter
prises of Telfers Consolidated Trust-that
sunken treasure ship to recover which the
money Of the company had been poured out
like water And she was mad. He had guessed
the weakness of this domineering woman from
the first.
"Open the door, we will talk it I'm
perfectly that the treasure snip Scheme
was a sound one"
Are you?" she asked eagerly and the next
minute the door was open and Mr.. j. q.
Reeder was in that room OF death
First of ALL let me have the key OF tne
telephone room-you are quite wrong about u1at
young lady: she is my WIFE,.
The woman stared at him blanky.
Your wife?" slow smile TRANSPORTED the
face WHY was silly. Here is the key"
He persuaded her to come downstairs with
him. and when the frightened girl was released
he whispered a few words to her, and she new
out of the house.
And now will you tell me how you knew
about the jugs?" he asked gently.
"John-that was my first husband-told me.
He was a professor of chemistry and natural
science and also about the electric furnace.
It is so easy to make if you have power-We
use nothing but electricity in this house for
heating and everything. And then I saw my
poor darling being ruined through me, and
found now muCn money There was III Vic OoAAh'
and 1 told Dillingham; to draw it and bring II
to me without Sidney knowing. He came here
in the evening. I sent Sidney away. d1o
everything-put the new lock on the telephone
box and fixed the shaft from the roof to the
little room-it was easy to disperSe everything
with all the doors open and an electric Ian
working on the floor"
She was telling him about the mproVlsed
furnace in the greenhouse when the police ar
rived with the divisional surgeon, and she went
kI1nrn muOaI
be nobody to press Sidney's ties or put out
his shirts.
Mr. Reeder took the inspector up to the hstle
room and showed him its contents.
This funnel leads to the telephone boz"
he began
But the Jugs are empty" interrupted the
officer
Mr. j. G. Reeder struck a match and, wait
ing until it burnt freely, lowered 1t into the
Jug. Half an inch lower than the rim the
light went out.
Carbon monoxide," he said which is made
by sleeping marble chips in hydrocloric acid
you will find the mixture in the tank. - =
gas Is colorless and odorless-and heavy. You
can pour it out of jug like water. She could
have bought the marble but was afraid Of
arousing suspicion. Dillingham; was killed that
way She got him to go to the telephone box.
probably closed the door on him herself, and
then killed him painlessly"
what did she do with the body?" asked the
Mortified officer.
Come out into the hot-house," said Mr..
Reeder, land pray do not expect to see horrors;
an electric furnace will dissolve diamond to
its original elements"
MR. REEDER went home that night m a
" state of mental perturbation, and for an
hour paced the floor of his large study In
Brockey road.
Over and over in his mind he turned one vital
problem: did he owe an apology to Margaret
Beman for saying that she was his wife?
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