Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-04-27

chamber. The brass butt of cartridge could
be He shook the cartridge out into his
hand. and whistled. 1t had been fired.
Guy Oakley cried wildly, II tell you it was
loaded when last saw It'll"
"It isn't loaded now" said Matthew Kelton
grimly Great Scott, what is that?"
From the woods came cry-a ng-drawn,
moaning. eerie sound. They all started.
Then Evan Turner laughed.
sits an owl-one of those big horned fellows.
The woods around here are full OF them this
time of year What a racket he is kicking upl
Some night animal, perhaps lynx, has got
hold of him, suppose"
Matthew Kelton said nothing. He was stand
ing, silent, and his face wore q look of the
utmost concentration.
Imagination" he said.
"What?"
Nothing. Sergt. Lester?"
eyes, sir?"
"You made careful examination of the
ground around Cope'S bodya"
Every inch of it, within radius of 10 yards
or more" the sergeant answered.
"And found nothng?"
"Only that stud"
"How tall, Dr. USHER do you think Cope
We'll over feet"
Matthew Kelton called Police Capt. Lamotte
to one side.
Captain" he said, "as a favor to me. I'm
going to ask you not to place Mr.. Oakley under
arrest until TOMORROW Keep Tim COuIu1eu 70
his house, and watch the house. But don't ar
rest him"
"You don't mean he isn't guilty." demanded
the policeman "Why, there's enough evidence
against him to swing q couple of menl"
Granted If he is guilty, he'll be just as
guilty tomorrow as he is tonight. II you don't
hear from me by tomorrow afternoon, arrest
him"
IS taking chance" the police captain
sal
III answer for him." said Matthew Kelton'
well" said Capt. Lamotte, you've helped
me out lot of times, and you've never let
me down yet I'll do what you want. But
look here-youve got some theory. What is
it?"
Matthew Kelton smiled. ST wouldn't call it
q theory" he said. Its flight of fancy, a
wild, wild speculation. If I told you, you'd
think I'd been hitting the hop pipe Wait till
tomorrow"
He turned to the Others
I'm going home now" Matthew Kelton said
"and finish my cryptogram. It's a corker."
Can you hold out any hope?" asked Evan
Turner.
Only a shadow Evan, I'm afraid Come
to my house tomorrow morning at 10. You'll
find me out in my apiary thinking. The pres
ence OF bees always helps me think. Good
night
EVAN TURNER found Matthew Kelton in
Tie dpldIy III the garden Oh MS mouse next
morning sitting on a stool, watching the bees
Morning, Evan" said Kelton. "Bees are
most interesting people. Spiders too. find
them a great help in some of my problems.
Sometimes, when have a problem in human
conduct reduce it to terms of bees spiders.
In the insect world youu often find the little
fellows acting very much as their larger rela-
tons, men, act.
Now the irrational but rather human con-
duct of a certain species of wasp"
Matthew interrupted Evan Turner, nerv-
ously tits after 10. Let's discuss the ways of
wasps some other time Oskley's life is at
stake
LAS was saying" went on Matthew Relton
calmly, ''the conduct of a wasp witnessed
just before you arrived gave me a hint that
may be the means of saving Oakley from the
gallov:.
What do you mean?"
I'm not going to tell you, Evan" answered
Matthew Keton, with smile, "Tm going to
try to show you. There's very strong chance
I'm entirely wrong. I have gone about the
matter in quite illogical way. have started
with fantastic theory. Now I must look for
hard concrete facts to back it up. I think I'll
take my friend the wasp along with me. for
good luck"
Matthew Kelton picked up a specimen card
to which pinned large wasp. He put it
in his pocket.
Lets be our way. Evan" he said.
"Where?"
"To Lewis Cope's house"
"What fOr?"
Facts" said Matthew Kelton. 1--WE need
them
Cope lived in a small house on the edge
OF Briarly Forest" Evan Turner said. For
the last three or four years he was a recluse;
practically q hermit"
Solitude" observed Matthew Kelton as they
started away in his car, sis dangerous for men
with brOOding minds"