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I Out of the I I Darkness I | By | | Charles J. Dutton = = —■«’iiiinii|ii'||pj|yi ) , iiuU(u»>— s — Coarrisat in b, DoM M«ad a Ce . ho. ~ CHAPTER XlV—Continued. —2l—- — was a pretty cool band,” Black interrupted. • Yes, he was cool enough. He went downstairs into the room where the dog was—" • But —” Roche commenced. Hartley did not let him finish. “Yes. I know. The dog should have barked. The reason he did not was because the man was no stranger to him.” The doctor spoke once more. “But you have not proved any ot these things are so; you are just supposing." “No," came the answer, “I have not, hut let us consider some of the points that haic been proved. Slyke tried to telephone several times during the c. enlnu mid fulled to get ?his party ' each time.” Roche and Black were astonished, i This was the first time they had j heard anything about the telephone calls* • When he failed again and again to ! get the person he wanted." Bartley i continued, “he asked central to try ■ and locate him for him. All calls , from here go through the Saratoga I exchange, and It was very easy to find | out «h<»m he wanted. But that is not nil. On a magazine found on the j table beside the whisky glasses were ] a number of little circles drawn with ; it pencil, circles that ran into each i other." “Whrit has that to do with It?'* i isked Black. voicing his wonder. “A ’i deal. Those same circles I were on the handle of the knife with] Id '• Brilfeuy was killed. I have also a little piece of paper with similar ; drawn un it. and I know, the m r-'Si who drew them. It has been t proved scientifically that if a person is playing with a pencil and begins to maar figures unthinkingly on any■■.r..' .sub-- -iis.-iims mind will tri- k him Into always drawing -the same design I found the Circles OH the maga- ! I; me in Slikes room, on the knife; j that killed Brlffeur, and again on tlie piece of paper, f know to whom fflyke telephoned, and I know also a] persoh who saw the u.urderer enter the house to call on Slyke the night he wc.s killed." We leaned forward breathlessly to catch bis wonls, which came with a < g»il. cutting edge, us ho added crisply. “Now, knowing ull this, don’t you tMnk the person that drew the circles, that was telephoned to. that whs seen going into Slyke’s, has something to explain? Don’t you think so, Ductor King?" There was no answer, and Bartley st, ridy. "Doctor King, you ■re n>-t going to deny, are you, that rou killed those two men?" The question was so unexpected ; that I sat stunned. He was the last man I should have auapected. Currie ■Tied. “My G —d, John." and fell silent The doctor's face had gone a dead white, and he sank limply back in . hi*, chair, Without raising his eyes, he .t:tmniered, scarcely above a whlspv the words drown from him .l i ut.-t his will, "No-o —no—l killed x the»n both." The next instant he realized what he hud said and half rose from his chair, then fell back, clasping his heart in his hands. I could not beiieve my ears. That Bartley should suspect the doctor of the murders :-•> d dneretlible enough ; but that the d<»» tor himself should admit that it was true was beyond belief. Roche too&bd first at the t.octor, then at Bartley, his eyes bulging with astonishment. Black alone seemed t» realize all that the doctor's admission en milt'd. Currie was still too dazed to understand, for King had been a good friend of his. Bartley broke the silence with. “We have proved that the doctor is the guilty party. He himself has admlt:ed it. I have suspected him for « r;:c time, but when he gave that cry | as Slyke's figure appeared, I knew ! was right." The doctor was still sitting with tii:* liead in his hands, and Bartley giapced down at him pityingly before he continued to the rest of us, “From the first, I suspected that whoever had killed Slyke had seme knowledge of medicine. The average layman would not have known how to place the revolver In Slyke’s hand In such away that It would appear to be suicide. point that puzzled me was that the eyes were almost closed. If the guilty person knew enough to place , the revolver in Slyke’s hand before it «Ptened. he should have known that the eyes ought to be open. Miss Potter explained this discrepancy by saying that she had dosed the’ eyes her--el’, frightened by their stare. Then I was baffled. True, there were tjje ctrfles on the magazine, but I did not kn'ov who made them and there Seemed no way of finding out. Then one day, while I was in the"doctor’s office, he kept drawing little figures on a pad before him as Ife talked. When he was called to the 'phone, I took out the piece of paper on which he had been drawing and had enrejeafiiy thrown It into a waste-paper basket as be passed. On it were the Mme figures that I bad found on the magazine cover. Even then I v as slow to believe be could be the murderer, though science had proved that a person always draws the same design. I found the seme symbols on the knife ' handle. There was but one way be ccuiu »«a»e .ohxh* »***<»*

— —1 “My G —d. how’’" Koch* gasped out. “The knife blow came from the front You who sat next to the chauf feur heard nothing. No one could have crept up on him without making some sound. Therefore the knife bad to be thrown." “Thrown?" we gasped. “Yes. That was the only way it could have reached hixn. The blow came from directly In front of Briffeur. It could only be thrown. Upon the knife handle were the circles such as I had found elsewhere. Someone had scratched them on It in a moment of Idleness. It was a trench knife. Doctor King had been to the front; he was the only one directly in front of Brlffeur, and the only one who could havo thrown it. "e bail nil agreed a that Briifeur was killed because he knew who had murdered Slyke. and that the same man murdered them both. There is another proof, also. The only person, outside of the family, that the dog liked was Doctor King. The day we found Slyke dead the dog came in, growled at the rest of us but let King pat him." The doctor raised his head, his face white save for two red spots in either cheek. His eyes were pools of blazing light. He looked at us wildly for a second, then threw out his hands and in a voice, low at first but ing louder as he continued, he admitted. "Yes, I killed them. I never .intended to do so, God knows! It all goes back some time —” Bartley interrupted him. "To the time when you got mixed up with Slyke and Brlffeur, selling whisky?" •*Y es _ }e .s t that was it. It goes back to that." His voice faltered, then he recovered. “I came back from the war, broke. Slyke suggested that I go in with him on running whisky. I had a camp and fast motorboat on Lake Champlain; it was all I did ] have. He suggested we run the whisky down the lake from Canada to my camp, then bring ft on here and hide it in th? vault. He never played fair I with us; he cheated us again and again. That's why Brlffeur suggested i we break into the house and see if Ihe had told the truth about the qi. • ' / - “I Never Intended to Do So, God Knows! It All Goes Back Some Time—" amount of money he said he got for it. He kept the records of all our sales in his safe. We tried to—you know the rest about the robbery." His voice trailed off into a whisper. I recant'd that he had been shellshocked, and wondered if he could stand the strain he was undergoing. “The night I was at Currie’s to dinner and met Mr. Bartley it was Slyke who called me up on the ’phone." His vfflee was shrill now, and 1 thought he would break down at any moment. “He said he wished to see me, and I started over here. I ran into Briffeur, who told me that Slyke had sold the rest of the whisky for $23,000. Well—where was I?" He stopped, confused, and passed his hand over his face. “Oh. yes—the whisky. I went up to the tower, and be suggested we go out on the balcony—why, I don't know. I asked him what he got for the whisky. and he said SIO,OOO. I knew he lied, and I told him so. We quarreled. quarreled — All at once, he flashed a revolver on me and said be had a good mind to kill me—he had been drinking— ’’ Again his voice trailed away Into silence and his eyes closed. Then he recovered himself with an effort and continued. “Just what happened then, I don’t know —don’t know! • y nerves have been in pieces since I was shellshocked. We struggled, and I kn<»w I shot him. I did as you say. ’Took him downstairs, undressed him, and put the revolver In hia hand. I knew —knew —that most people would think he had killed himself. I was desperately sorry—but lam hardly to blame for his death. My big mistake was calling in Mr. Bartley the next morning. I knew. If I could fool him. I could fool everyone.” He paused; his head sank again into his hands. I saw that Bartley ’ pitied him deeply and bls voice’was soft and his face grave as he asked, “And Brlffeur?" With an effort the doctor raised his head. “I was always afraid of that man. He was cruel and treacherous. When I saw him at the inquest I knew that Jail was over; that he would give me away. And when the lights went out, ’ in a wild rage I threw that knife. I . don’t know why." Then he almost ‘ yelled, "I wanted peace." “But how did you happen to have j the knife with you?" Bartley asked, i He thought for a moment It seemed bard for him to gather himr seif together enougli to answer, “1 > don’t know—oh. yes. I had used it to f cut * strap on my car. When I arrived here the day of the Inquest, I found I bad left It on the floor atti 1 ’ pui It in my bag. There was a bag [ on the table all the time, you reinemI bcr« w j It was easy to see that the doctor was in »««* a nervous collapse thai ■ *

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lie could say no tuure. *te »>iuiupc* down in his chair and closed his There was some whispered conversa II; >n between Roche and Bartley; and tl en, as if not liking the task, Roche w mt over and placed his hand on the doctor’s shoulder. At his touch the doctor stiffened. He knew too well wfflat it meant. Shaking off the band, he slowly rose and walked, with an effort, to where Bartley stood. “Mr. Bartley,” he said, his voice trembling, “will you shake hands with me? I bear you no ill will. It’s a long journey before me." Into Bartley’s eyes came a look of comprehending pity, and even admiration. He grasped -his hand and silently the two men. one a murderer, tile other the detective that had apprehended him. looked into each other’s eyes. Then slowly their hands fell apart and Roche led Doctor King from the room. None of us spoke until Bartley broke the silence by saying, almost in j a whisper, "Poor chap! God alone ! knows what he has gone through." Suddenly Currie demanded. “John, ; what about those slates and that aw- i ful ghost? I never was so scared in I my life." ; For the first time a smile crossed I Bartley's face. "The slates’ Why I wrote the j messages." "You! But we washed them,” Cur- \ rie exclaimed. | “Surely, you washed them. That I was the whole trick. I wrote those messages with a camel’s hair brush ' in hydrochloric acid with a bit of zine in it. When that mixture is washed with water, the writing is blotted out until the slate dries again. You remember I always washed cne side ; first; that was the side with the writ- _ ing on it. Then I let you wash the I other; and. of course, that made you j sure that there was nothing on the i slate. Had you not seen it washed j with your own eyes? When the slate . 'dried, the writing simply reap-; ; peared.” ' • Miss Potter had been sitting, overcome by what had taken place. But ’ as Bartley’s explanation ceased she j ■ cried, “Then I did not receive a message from Mr. Siyke?” ’ “No, Miss Potter,” Bartley sai<l apologetically, “you did not. • Yon must forgive me. I knew that King j was guilty, and I had to make hiru confess by frightening or startling him. He half believed in spiritual- ; ism, and 1 thought that if I could ! stage a seance I might make him con- ‘ fess. .There was a ntedium in Nev.York I had once saved from jail and 1 I brouglit him here with two assistants.” “But the raps?" she questioned. “Oh. I product'd the raps. Almost all of that sort of thing is a fake, you . know. You remember that I had you i place your hand on the table. Then ! I rose and turned out the lights. I When I came back I slipped you the thumb and little finger of my right I hand. You thought, of course, that ' both my hands were being held. They j were not. You only held one. while the other was free to give the raps. The medium was tied ami gagged, but yon can't tie one of those chaps so surely that they cannot speak and move when they want to." Currie gave a long sigh of disappointment. "Then I never saw a I ' ghost at all?” > “No, Bob.” came tlie answer, “you did hot. Everything was staged to lead up to the words you heard that ' figure say. What you saw was one of r the medium s assistants painted with 1 phosphorus so that he would glow in the dark. He was covered with a • black velvet bag. made in sections; - ! and another man, wearing black t gloves ami a mask to make him invisible. removed the sections of the - bag one by one. This gave him the - appearance of materializing suddenly out of the air. The bead was a mask I modeled from a photograph of Slyke. • When the figure vanished, the second man had simply covered him from j 1 head to foot with a black cloth, thus j - blotting hint from your sight. The I whole trick has been used again and j i. ' again by so-called mediums.” Black rose to his feet saying. “Mr. j r Bartley, you have solved three prole , lems by one solution —the two mur- ( ders and the robbery.” 9 As Bartley was about to answer the telephone rang and he left tlie ' room as if he _ had anticipated the 9 message. We could hear his cool, *. low voice suy, “Yes. this is Mr. Bart e ley. Yes. Roche. No. lam not surf i prised. It’s the best thing, after all. | j that could have happened.” When be returned to us his face | j | was very grave and sad. yet with j p something of relief in it. j “Roche tells me.” he said slowly. , “that when he reached the station s Klug was dead. Suicide." The news did sot startle me. I. k - too, felt relieved. Bartley was silent s a moment, playing with the bag bej fore him on the table. Suddenly he raised his heath I "You know he wished to say goods by to me. 1 knew then what he was going to do. I could have had hint P searched and have prevented It, but t it is better so. He has not been himL ; self for months; we will never know all that.be has suffered. I am sorry for him. What a great darkness r must have covered hl life for the g last few days! Now It 1s over.” ’ He was silent again for a moment, ‘ i and then added, “He took the best way out of the affair." s (THE END] i- ' A Kind Wish. 0 ’ When Jean went to her little neigh--1 j bor'a to visit she often talked to the e i grandmother of the house. “I have a grandm<»ther. too." she would say. 1 “but she’s In heaven." 1 And she and tb<? grandmother of the house were good friends until one day e the grandmother was cross. She ■ scolded the two little girls for leaving t the screen door open, for walking fa i- a flower bed and dropping crumbs on I I the floor. n The two youngsters sought refuge I •- on the porch. Grandmother started I to follow them ’here a little later, to 1 try to make u> She realized the g necessity of doing so, for when she i- reached the door s’ e heard Jean say. ’ "Ruth. I wish your grandmother was r visitin’ my grandmother today.”—Ln j I diuuapoils News, r \

Scrapszi'o/ Humoral NOT TO BE COAXED A Highlander from Tobermory asked at thd Oban railway station the price of a ticket to KHlin. “Hoot awa’," replied Donald; “it’s far ower dear. I’d rather w-rk!" and off lie started. He had not proceeded far when the train came tearing along, whistling as it neared a station. “Ye needna whistle for me,” said Donald. “I made ye an offer ainee, and ye wadna tak’ it; sae you can gang on. I’m cornin’.” —Canadian Magazine. Either Way. “Miss Somervain, will you be mine?” “Never." The young man was disappointed, but not wholly discouraged. “Well, will you let me be yours?” he asked.—London Tit-Bits. Not to Her Liking. Madge—How was the yachting party? Marjorie—So-so. There were so many on board the boat the best Charlie could do was to hug the shore. How They Love Each Other. Mabel —You can’t imagine the number of young men who paid attention to me at the dance. Marie—lt’s quite unnecessary, dear —you’ve already imagined them yourself.

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Fate's Irony. By his loud voice the man you'll spot With information small. While one who really knows the facts Will scarcely talk at all! * Where He Was Sick. Student —May Ibe excused? I don’t feel well. Dean—Where do you feel sickest? Student —Hi chemistry. — Stanford Chaparral. No Tears for Her. Actor —My good woman, the last place I stayed the landlady wept when I left. Landlady—Oh, did she? Well, I ain’t going to. I want my money in advance. Her Romance. Niece—Did you ever get a proposal, auntie? I Aunt —Yes, indeed. A perfect gentleman did It once over .he phone—but he had the wrong number. Deceptive. Young Wise —If, this is an all-wool rug, why is it labeled “cotton"? Shop Assistant (confidentially)— That, madam, is to deceive the moths! —London Mail. Must Have Been Good. Crabshaw—l understand you had a very touching Sermon at church last Sunday. Crawford —I should say so. You j should have seen the collection. i - I On the Other Foot. Smith —I suppose the reason you ‘ i took a chance and tried to capture I that burglar was because you had a I large sum of money on your person. j ones _No, hut I thought he had.— i London Answers. A Hero. Jim —I hear Tom got the Carnegie medal with special mention for saving a person from drowning. Jam —Yes? Why the special mention? Jim—The person was his wife.— i Penn State Froth. Daily Dialogue. Flubb —What Is a radical? Pubb _ j never have made out whether it is a man who wants to de as he please or a man who wants to have what be pleases. Durable Indeed. “Now, young man. are you sure that these shoes for my little baby are well made? “Madam, they will last him a lifetime.”

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