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CHAPTER Vll—Continued. —l2— “It looks,” I commented, whoever committed the crime pass through the living room.” Bartley gave me a disgusted look. “Or else, I’elt, the dog knew him. The only way to reach the room where Slyke slept was up those stairs, and to reach the stairs he had to pass through the living room. Remember this, too, Lawrence said that Slyke was not going to bed, but expected another visitor. The butler says the dog was in the room with him when he let Lawrence out. Suppose the other visitor came. If Slyke himself admitted him. the dog would have probably barked at least once—that Is. unless he knew him.” "Then It might have, been aome- ne in the-house.” I soggcated. Bartley assented, and we discussed the various persons in the household. I!rst, we both agreed that the shot the boy had Heard was the one that had killed Slyke, and that the time must have been between one and two o’clock. If that were so. then, when the girl came in about three o’clock. Slyke was already dead. Bartley was sure that It took at least thirty minutes to undress Slyke and get him down from the balcony to his room. If the shot that the boy heard was flred before two o’clock, then the girl would not be suspected, for she had not returned until three. We eliminated her. Bartley then analysed the sister-in-law. He said he felt sure she was hiding something, for she had not been frank in telling what she knew, and seemed anxious to get him out of the hotwe. Whether what she was withholding concerned Slyke's death or not be could not tel); but whatever It was. he was determined to discover it. “I>o you remember. Pelt,” he asked, “that Currie told us she runs ouija beard? There Is nothing startling in that; thousands are doing the same thing. Since the war all forms of spiritualism have made hundreds of cotiverta. When she met King at the door tills morning, she told him that the board had spelled ‘trouble’ the night before.” I Stared at him in astonishment. He seemed to be regarding a ouija board seriously. He saw my look' and chuckled. “Oh, I’m not Interested In the ouija board Itself: what I am interested In is that word •trouble’ that It spelled out for her." This was more astonishing still, and I asked, "Why, you haven’t any faith in those things, have you?” Again he chuckled, then became serious. "Sure I have, but not in the way you think. The messages people think come from another world, come from the subconscious minds of the persons who are fooling with the board. They do not realise that they themselves are subconsciously directing Its movements and spelling out their own messages. Now, that board wrote for Miss Potter, ’Trouble Is coming.’ not once but many times. What I want to knew Is this: What was the something that, deep in her mind, told her that trouble was coming? What was the cause of her fear?" He lighted another cigar before he continued: “There is still another thing that shows she kne. some danger was threatening. You remember she also told us that she had dreamed that Slyke had been killed." I knew what he was driving at now. Freud, whose theory of psycho-analy-sis ms well known to Bartley, had •worked out the interpretations of Bxitiay Then Analyzed the Sister-in-Law. dreatns. The theory of psycbo-analy-■to is that in our sleep the subconscious mind has full play; our repressions come to the surface and express themselves In dreams. The psychoanalyst is thus often able to explore the secret places of our minds through them and tell the cause of oar trouble. “Shakespear* was right when he ■aid, 'We are such stuff as dreams are made of,” Bartley added in a quizzical tone as ha paused to relight his j cigar. “Miss Potter dreamed more t ttan twee that Slyke had been killed. We are told a dream is a suppressed jvtth. and that In our dreams our telhhew are often hidden by symbols. This woman probably did not wish |fiyko actually dead. She had no quarrel with him as far as I know, ■nmt she did wish was entirely differ-

ent. She wished that he might be away so that he would be out of some trouble, and her suppressed w ish caused her to dream that he was dead. That’s the reason why I believe that she knows more than she will tell." “What can it be?” I asked. “I don’t know, but it is something that was causing a great deal of trouble to Slyke, perhaps to all of them. It might even be something that will bring dishonor. Anyway. It was so serious that, sleeping or waking. it was on her mind. I wish she would talk; we need all the light we can get. ’ “But that does not actually prove that she knows anything about his death,” I suggested. Bartley .turned quickly and glanced at me to see if I were serious. Seeing that I- was, he explained: “I (jon’t say that It does. The ouija board performances and the dreams were before his death, not after it. Os course, the fact that the dog did not bark throws suspicion on everyone that was in the house at the time.” He was silent for a while, glancing thoughtfully out of the window, and then resuiped his story. After I left him. he had lockejl himself In the tower for over an hour and gone over the two rooms and the balcony almost Inch by inch. The only thing that had escaped us in our first search, he said. Was a small stopper, the end covered with red wax. He was not sure whether the finding of the stopper meant anything or not. His second examination had made him more positive than ever that Slyke had been murdered, and that the murderer wished his death to appear to be suicide. It would be almost impossible to make a jury believe that it wasf murder on the slight evidence that we had. and I said as much to Bartley. He agreed with me, and admitted he would not be surprised if King, as coroner, brought in a verdict of suicide. I pondered on this a while; then a thought struck me. “Suppose, after all, he did kill himself. Bartley. You base your theory of murder on the position of the bedclothes and the way the gun was held. Suppose he did kill himself, and some other.person, not the murderer, came into the room and pulled the oedclothes up around his neck.” He shook his head In denial. “We would still have. Pelt.” he said with a rather sarcastic smile, “the other questions to be answered. First, we would ask how the blood-stains got an the balcony of the tower. We would also want to know why the hand did not grasp the gun as tightly as it should. Then we would demand to know why there was no blood on the pillow where his head rested. It won’t do. There is no doubt of it. He was killed." I Interrupted to ask If, as Miss Potter admitted, she had closed his eyes, why she might not have been also the one who pulled the bedclothes up around his neck. Bartley replied, “It is true that she did close his eyes, but she insists she touched nothing else." “But," I broke in, “what was her real reason for doing it?" “She said, you remember, that the eyes frightened her. Let a nervous woman cojne suddenly upon a dead body and It is very possible that the eyes staring at her might so frighten her that she would close them. Her confession clearetl up a point that bothered me. The accounting for the eyes being close«l d®B* not prove that he committed suicide, however. There Is little enough evidence one way or another, but what there is points to murder and to nothing else.” “There is another thing,” I said. “Why was the revolver taken from him while we were upstairs? It seems a very foolish thing to have done. Who did it? Was it the butler or Miss Potter?” Both the butler and Miss Potter had been out of the tower room. Bartley reminded me, for some time before we suspected Slyke’s death was murder and not suicide. As to who had taken the revolver, it was impossible to say as yet. If we believed that the .butler had seen Briffeur on the stairs while we were on the balcony. then hq might be the one. The finding of the gun In the vault and his appearance almost immediately afterward seemed to point to him. Whoever had done It had been very foolish. The next matter that he spoke about did not seem to have any relation with what had preceded It. It was the robbery of the year before. He had learned from the step-daugh-ter Ruth that she had not positively Identified the men now in jail, but ft

TASK WAS BEYOND HER CAPACITY

Sustained Interest in Work Too Much to Expect From Feeble-Minded inmate of Hoapltal. In an eastern hospital for the Insane it Is a fixed policy of the institution to keep certain of the Inmates busy at small tasks; work has been found to have a soothing effect. One Inmate—a woman—elected to make braided rugs. Her work was exeellent; she took a genuine interest in her occupation. There has been found only one flaw In the scheme, as one person discovered who tried to buy rugs as large as 7 by 5; the hospital would not undertake such a contract. The reaaow was that the woman was not to be 0

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had thought that one of the men was similar in height and build to on* of the men she had seen In the room. The room had been too dark for her to see very clearly. Nor was that all that she hadfltold him which had dissi greed with the accounts of the burglary that Rogers had given us. He had said that she had aroused Slyke and told him that burglars were downstairs; while in her story to Bartiey she stated that, ofter she heard the noise in the living room, she went to the door of Slyke’s room to call him. but found it empty. When she sav him he was standing on the lower step of the stairs leading to the living room. There had evidently been a struggle, and a gun went off Just before she reached him. It was she who had called the police, and Slyke had opposed her doing so “as nothing b«<l been taken.” “You see how it looks. Pelt.” he said with a grin. “Slyke did no; want the police in at all. He did not SI I “Perhaps the Girl Killed Him.” wish any action taken, either then ct later. He was nearer the men thar anyone else, yet he swore he could not Identify them. That makes me believe that he knew who they were and did not want the matter looked into." “Did the girl tell you .who found that piece of newspaper?" I asked. “She said it was the chauffeur who had called their attention to it. The police do not seem to have miide any search that night, or in fact until noon the next day. Then, with the help of the chauffeur and the butler, they searched the living room, and the chauffeur directed their attention to a piece of paper lying on the floor, half under a rug. Os course, you see what that leads to. For hours that room had been unguarded, and anyone who wished could have gone in there. Even the piece of cloth was not found for several days, strangely enough; nor did the police find the footprints under the window until three days later, although they claimed they had searched the spot before.’’ I broke in with, “That looks, in other words, as if—” “As if some one wished to send those men to jail," he finished for me He sighed, gave a little laugh, and remarked: “There are at least three things I would like to know. First, was the robbery a plant?” “A plant?” I asked, looking at him in wonder. “Yes! There may have been no rob! cry at ail.” “What dp you mean by that?” He threw out his hands. “I don’t quite know myself, but let that pa-s There is another thing that puzzles me. and that Is the chauffeur. I can tell by the way Miss Potter acted when we mentioned his name that she does not like him. He it was who took from the library the book with the account of the English crime in It. He had words with Slyke the day before the murder, and was missing when we wanted to question him. A few minutes after he was seen near the tower room the revolver was missing. I believe be is well worth watching. And lastly, what was the motive for Slyke’s murder?" , A wild thought struck me. I knew nt th® time how absurd It was, yet a desire to hear what Bartley would reply made me voice it “Perhaps the girl killed him.” Bartley gave me a surprised look, started to speak, then decided to wait and hear what I had to say. * (TO BE CONTINUED.)

depended upon to finish such a h»igo rug. A small rug she could finish In a day or two without any depart -re from form or pattern, but as often as she was given a large ru/t to do there would come a day before the completion of the task when she would be less calm and composed than was desirable The would be a Mar tling patch of color or eccentricity is shape. The hospital authorities have finally discovered the margin of safety .-md keep the woman worker well within it Thought for the Day. More i>eopie can staud adversity than can stand prosperity

B? Daddy’s d£vei\ii\g Fairy Tale dY MARY GRAHAM BONNER. ■■ cermot rr votixh wtvwm m«on- 1 MIDGIE MOONBEAM Billie Brownie had taken his airship and had gone up to have a talk

with Mldgle Moonbeam. Mldgle Moonbeam loved t o hear stories and she loved to tell stories and Billie Brownie liked to hear the news of Moonair as she liked to hear the news of Brownieland. “Now I have told you lots of the Brownieland news,” said Billie Brownie, as he sat on the edge of Mr. Mo o n’s crescent shape

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which turned up somewhat so that Billie felt safer than he would otherwise have felt. “Yes, and I would be glad to hear the news of Moonair. I think that is more correct than saying Moonland. “But tell me, Jdidgie, is there never ffny danger of falling down to the earth?” “None whatever, Billie Brownie." said Mldgle Moonbeam. “There is never any question about the moon falling to the earth, and he wouldn't treat his visitors any differently from the way he treats himself. ‘That wouldn’t be polite at all. and Mr. Moon is very polite. “You need have no fears. Billie Brownie. Tonight, as you see, there is a great deal of beauty in the sky. That is because we are all going to have a banquet later on. “You must stay for the banquet, too.” Billie Brownie was ■; very much pleased. He could imagine nothing nicer than a banquet up in the moon. Even if he didn’t get anything to eat it would be fun to see all the guests. “From down below,” said Midgie Moon, “it looks as though Mr. Moon in his crescent suit was floating in lovelyfashion upon a pool of deep-blue skywater. This looks as tftough it were surrounded by very dark sky-shores and as though there were hills and shores and water up in Moonair tonight. “Mr. Moon is looking very, verybright and shining. He has had his suit pressed and cleaned by the air tailors. Mooncloud & Co. “Then the little Fleecy Cloud Fairies have come out and are dancing around making ready to come later on to the banquet. “The other evening,” Midgie Moonbeam continued, “we had such fun here. “Mr. Moon had been asked to look at the new frocks of the Blue Cloud and the Gray Cloud young ladies. So Mr. Moon said the best way for him to do that would be to have the young Cloud ladles walk up and down in front of him so he could see them properly. ‘They had no idea what was happening down on the earth and they said: “ ‘See the blue and gray clouds going back and forth over the moon!’ “Wasn’t that a joke? And dear me. dear me,” said Midgie Moonbeam, “another very funny thing happened! “Some one asked a little boy named Eugene if he didn't think the moon was perfectly beautiful that evening and he said: “ ‘Oh, yes, it’s a delicious-looking moon.’ “Mr. Moon did laugh when I told him that. It made him seem as though he were a piece of pie or something like that! “But now it is time for the banquet. Come along!” Billie Brownie followed Midgie Moonbeam. They climbed up a little

ladder which was held by many of the Moonbeam grand children while Billie and Midgie went up it. When the y reached the top they were right in the center of Mr. Moon's dining room. He had a big dining-room table set with all kinds of strange dishes. It was covered with a beautiful fleecy cloud tablecloth. He welcomed

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Billie Brownie and Midgie Moonbeam and then the other guests began to arrive. Many of the Clouds and Moonbeams were present and it was a very fine gathering. And food? They had the most delicious of Moonair food, made by the Moonbeams. It- was. all cool food — quite lovely for a summer evening, and the midn’ght frosty ice cream was the best of ail! He Knew Too Well. “Jones strikes me as a very promising young man.” “He strikes me that way, too; but he never pays it back.” Term* of Automobile*. Dick, aged five, thinks in terms of automobiles rather than those of natural history. Startled by a dog, running swiftly and barking gruffly, he described the event vividly, exclaiming, “Daddy, he came tearing down the road with his cut-out open!" Broken Quiet. Little Bessie dropped an armful of her playthings. “Did you break anything?" asked her mother. “Only the quiet, mamma,” she replied, “and that’s mended already.”

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MELLON NOT TALKATIVE MAN Secretary of the Treasury Will Never Make Reputation as a Great Conversationalist. Two Scotsmen, noted for their rarity of speech, were playing golf. Up to the seventeenth hole neither spoke • word. It began to rain and Sandy oblerved: “Shall we quit?” “Chatterbox,” muttered his opponent, as he drove off the final. Secretary Mellon is silent like that, writes “Girard” in the Philadelphia Enquirer. If, as our copybooks informed us, silence is golden, that able Ranker came by his great wealth in the most natural way. “This is not a talkative cabinet"— |hat from a Philadelphia coal man pften brought into contact with Mr. Hoover and others of the presidential family. “But," he continued, “Secretary Mellon can say less in a day than all the rest of them put together.” Jazzy. Jack —Giving a dance, eh? Who’s going- to furnish the music? Clarence —Won’t need any; there’s a toller factory next door.

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MATTER HE DIDN’T MENTIOI Boastfur Man Got Away With Box «(. Chocolate*, but There Wa* a Reason. A man was boasting to some other! he had met that be could take any article from a shop without being de tected. One of his hearers bet Ua that he could not take a box of cboeo lates in this way. The man agreed and they wad along to' a grocer’s shop. “Yen wait here," said the dartnt one, “and you’ll see!" With these words he went into thi shop, took a box of chocolate* froi* the counter and walked out “There you i are!" he said proudly. •Tve won the wager!" I The stranger smiled. “You're,very smart!” be answered.) “But I happen to be a detective and] I am going to arrest you for stealing!**' - “Walt a bit sir," said the other! coolly. “I happen to be the proprietor of the shop!” Yes, Indeed. “Did that rich uncle of yours leave many heirlooms?" “I shquld say so. A new heir loomte. up almost every week."—Boston nlng Transcript — ifi—•