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ITT" Honeymoon Murder - ] CAROLYN WELLS Copyright by Carolyn Wells. WNU Service. CHAPTER IX—Continued —l3— “I'm going now,” said Stone. Ignoring the departing dame. "I think, Mrs. Malden, it is time we hurried things a little. That woman means business, and while she can’t really harm you she can make you a deal of unpleasantness. And that Farman person is all there is of unholy intent He means to stir up trouble with all his might “I want to tell you that 1 have a new line of investigation started, and if it works out we have a great deal of hope, but if it proves impossible we are not well off.” “Oh. Mr. Stone, do bring It about! 1 am so anxious and worried. That Farman is ready for war to the knife. We must circumvent him—” “And we wilt” Stone spoke more assuredly than he had any right to do. He left then, and went to see his old time friend. Doctor Simpson, perhaps the most famous toxicologist in the country. “My, but I’m glad to see you !" Simpson exclaimed, shaking Stone's hand. “Do tell me you have a problem for me, a regular sticker!” “I sure have a problem that’s a sticker," Stone returned, “but I don’t know whether it’s for you. Can you explain away miracles?” “Os course, since they don’t exist.” “No. but problems do. and sometimes they look as impossible as miracles. I wish I had a good old-fashioned mur der, committed by a man five feet, ten inches tall, with blue eyes and a gold tooth and a Trichinopoly cigar!” * “You don’t wish anything of the sort; it would bore you to tears. You want the awful nut to crack that you have, and that you can't even get into the nutcracker's jaws.” “You’re right. And now, if you’ll manipulate the nutcracker, we'll go right ahead. How does this sound? Two murders,” “Simultaneous?” “No, a month apart.” “Similar method?” "As far as 1 can see, yes. But I can’t see far.” “Similar motive?” “Same answer as before.” "Similar opportunity?” “Really, yes; though it doesn't look so.” “Expound, fully.” So Fleming Stone first told old Simps, as he called his friend, all he knew of the Malden murder. “Why do you call it a murder?” asked the old man. “That's the miracle part. If it isn't a wurder, what is it?” “A natural death?” “That^where yon come In. What sort of natt*«®l death would occur in those cireumstahces I've ’.bed?” “Autopsy?” “Embalmed?” “Yes.” “Not so good. Well we examine him?” “Whenever ynu IP E ’Sten to the ether murder, if iy.” And then Stone gave a full account j of the death of Bob Coles. When Simpson heard the detail of ; death in a locked room, he rubbed his ; hands in satisfaction. “Secret passage?” he a-ked first “No, nor any of the otbei regular and orthodox explanations We re been all over them and not one fits.” "Hermetically sealed room eh?” “Just exactly that. Now as there’s no sign of a weajron in either case what can we look for but poison?” “Looks like it Autopsy this rime?’ . "Yes. Medical examiner and local G. P. But both signed the certificate that there was no trace or hint o' j poison of any sort, known or un I known.” “No curare, no datura?” “Just that. And no new. Inexpllcahh 1 type of virulent poison that can b»imagined or invented.” "H’m. And jnst what am I to do? I "Help me in any way you can But mostly, dig up the cause of death ” "Organs?” “Will be at y ur disposal when you | want them. Do you have to hare those of both?” "Don’t be silly! Can I make bricks without straw?” “Oh, all right. Now most important of all. can you get about the matter at once? Can you do it up posthaste? Can you tell me results in a few days?” | “No to all those foolish questions , What do you think I am? An al i chemist?” “Well, can you do al! I asked if H j w’ill save an innocent young womans arrest, and probably trial and possibly conviction ?” "Whew 1 That sounds serious.” “It is serious. Listen." Stone Sketch* -j a brief h'story of the Inimical side, showed how bitter and • soon extracted Simpson's prom se tr ! go at the business with all possible dis ya i It S tOO » fIH/S rum inated. ' Poison it s got to be, be cause it can’t be anything else. But what poison? There can’t be a nev poison ava able that no ore knows] any tiling about. 'J a-re <; l ,t be a re no trace wbatever. but there isn’t. Excep’ im f won do. tlms that r ■ ri . ly kin ws ; ■ y thing about poison?' “Hol . . MUk PS 1 ■ v . I’m here. And any way, if sum- >ody ,

I did. he wasn't there to administer It. You can’t suspect a bride, on her wed ding trip?” “1 can't suspect any body. Why can’t one suspect a bride?” •‘We won’t argue that; let's keep to the point.” "Very well. Then how about the murderer being some man in love with the bride and also wanting her for tune?” "Commonplace, but suppose it If you want to. 1 only want the way ft was done. Is there a poison, which could kill some time after it was administered ?” “Perhaps. But only after a painful and lingering agony. None, which would allow the victim to slip to the floor and die quietly, or to die quietly in his bed.” “You see a resemblance, then? In the cases, 1 mean?” “Resemblance? They are Identical. You see, the hotel room was practically sealed because of the fact the two people were shut tn it alone. And the second case, the young man was in a sealed room, you say. So we’re hunt ing for a method of death, which will not be prevented or Impeded by obstacles of any sort.” “Bringing it back to the miraculous." “If you like. Do you suspect any of the party or household or whoever were concerned?” “None of them knows anything about medicine or toxicology.” "Yet the deed was done.” “Yes. and it’s up to me to discover who did it, and how and why. Simps.” "1 don’t apprehend a new poison. Stone. If it is poison, it is a new way of using It, or an ingenious method of application—oh, well, when we have the post mortems we'll know.” CHAPTER X “And you’ll make all the haste possible?” said Fleming Stone. "Os course,” replied Doctor Simpson. “You know that without my telling you. You'll have to be here; my eyes are not all they used to be, and I don’t want to drag in outsiders." “I wish you'd give me a hint of what way you're looking.” “Can’t do it. boy. At least, not now. I’ll call you as soon as I can use you. Day after tomorrow likely.” “I wish you could keep that poor girl out of trouble. Mrs. Malden, I mean.” “Poor child. I'll do all I can. Wh\ in the world do they accuse her of the second death, too?” “Only because the old dame Is looney 1 mean really touched, not just angry and excitable.” • •••••• Fleming Stone sat at his wide, flattopped desk, with many papers spread out before him. Most of the letters before the de tective at the moment were those H J HL && ' rF in. Hji 1 “I Don’t Apprehend a New Polson. Stone.” , which had made up the packet Stone took from Bob Coles’ suitcase when I in Scottstown. i To Stone’s disappointment they had not amounted to much, but a sudden I I thought had turned his attention back j to the mass of documents. Hastily he I ran over letters from friends of Corey I Malden, as well as small scraps of I memoranda or cold notes written by the same people, yet nor in any way connected with the matter In hand. Yet tie studied them all with meticulous care, and sorted them Into neat 1 j piles of corresponding penmanship. “There It is,” he said to himself, "as plain as day. No chance of mis-.. | taking it.” He reached for a good sized book from the shelves behind him and i read the mi rlted paragraphs over. “This is the sign of a love or large sums of money, and its prevalence in j handwriting has to be carefully estl- i : mated. To find one a or o, which has i this break, would have slight signif- i l icance. One or two, even, might be accidents, but not when the break Ik i constantly repeated.” He called his secretary from the next room. “Plum,'’ fie said, as the man ap j , peared, “I'm going 'round to see Miss | Curry, the graphologist. Hold the fort j and learn .anything you can from call I ers, but tell no one where I’ve gone.” , In less than a half hour he was ' ' earnestly talking with the young worn i an whom fie considered the be t hand ; . writing expert he knew. "You’re right. Mr. J-tone,” she said, after studying the speejmens fie showed her. "That sign is unmistakable and undeniable An opening at the top of a small a or a small o, merely means -•arrulity or generosity, but an open in" be it ever so tiny, at the bottom. .Ao,net fling to ponder over. This formation I- well nigh Impossible to imitate. To stow its full significance ft .u b> universal in the person’s .... • ti > „ of that trait of ( wathemath al talent. And so these

writers frequently attain positions ot trust ami al skilled labor It Is easily recognized and it is impossible for the man who uses it to control nis hand so that he shall not use it.” “’I his is all most interesting, Mis< Curry. To he sure, I have read it in your book, but it is far more definite to hear you say it. I'd rather not show you the writing of this man—” “It is not necessary, Mr. Stone. The opening at the bottom of the lettei is, I ain sure, always there. It may be almost undiscoverable, even with a strong lens, bin it is there as you will find, if you try hard enough. And your man who wrote it may seem the soul of honesty, the most punctilious of financiers. And he is, in small or medium matters. But give him a chance at a really big haul, and see him fall for it!” “All graphologists know of this fact, of course?” “Oh. yes; and many laymen.” Stone showed Miss Curry a few letters he wanted to know about, and then, the interview over, he went home. “Guess I’ll have to study up on it a bit,” he told himself. Be went over his letters and paper again. lie had told Bob to get all possible bits of handwriting done by anyone connected with the case, and he had also told him to cut off ail names or addresses, which would help to identify them. Moreover, he found that two of the specimens, by different hands, both bore that strange o broken at the base. One of these he knew to be that of the lawyer, Farman. It would be plausible enough to think that Farman was eager for a large sum of money, but far from likely that he stood any chance of getting it. If he proposed to loot the Malden coffers he would have to get up very early In the morning. The other one was too ridiculous to think about. Might as well suspect Perilla herself. He continued his task of reading over the letters. It might be possible, he thought, that Miss Curry's Informa tion should add some little light on the dark outlook. The names of the men he sought for were almost never mentioned. He discovered the minor fact that Roger Garth studied to be a doctor before he decided to be a lawyer. Also, a note added in Bob’s hand stated that Tony Gaskell had worked in a chemical laboratory many years ago, and that Bob himself wished fie might du the same. It was then that Stone concluded to go to see Mrs. Coles. He felt he ought to do so anyway, but he hoped to learn something pertinent to Bob or Bob’s work. To his surprise and satisfaction he found the lady was visiting friends In New York and therefore he need not go to Philadelphia. It was not such a long journey, but Stone's time was valuable, and he had a lot to do. So after telephoning for an appoint ment to call, the detective went that afternoon to see Bob's mother. He found a sweet-faced, fair-haired little lady who greeted him with a sad smile. “I am glad to see you,” she said, "because Bob had grown very fond of you. He had thought of being a doc tor or rather a chem'cal expert—l don't know just what they call them—but he changed entirely and wanted only to be a detective." “I wish he might have done so," Stone responded. "I should have been glad and proud to have him for my assistant. “You won't mind If I ask you some questions, will you?" Stone said. “I know you want to know the truth, whatever it may be.” “Why, 1 do know it.” said Mrs. Coles. In evident astonishment. “I know my boy is dead. What more Is there to know?” “You’re satisfied that his was a nat ural death?” “Oh, yes. What else could ft be? Surely nobody would want to kill my | boy! That would be too absurd. Why should anyone do that, Mr. Stone?” “I don’t say anyone did, but we de- । tectives have to look at things from all sides, you know.” “Well," said Mrs. Coles, "if you want to question me. go right ahead. But please don't say my Bobby was — killed. 1 can stand the loss of my boy, my dear one. but 1 couldn’t stand it to think he was —was killed!” “Os course.” Stone said, in agree ment. “He was generally well, though, wasn’t he?” “Oh, yes. that. But the doctor told me that heart disease is unusually prevalent just now, and a strong man may he stricken down unexpectedly. “Malden was a friend of Bob's, wasn’t he?” “No. 1 think they never met until ‘ the wedding party took place. But Bob liked him immensely. He liked all the crowd. They were a nice lot.” i "As you’re his mother, you won't mind this question. Was Bob in love with Mrs. Malden?” She nodded her head. “Yes." she said, “he was. But nobody could help I loving that girl.’’ “And after Corey died he hoped maybe she might turn to him.” “Yes, Mr. Stone, he did. How you ! understand! But she only cared for ; Corey, which was all right, of course, j I I like a one man girl. Still If Bob had j lived I do believe he could have made her happy.” “I’ve no doubt of It. You know, Mrs. । Coles, I knew our Bob pretty well. He was a fine character. Ami he was 1 learning every day. He had a real talent for detective work." Stone stayed a bit longer to cheer , her fill tie could, and then under plea ' of being a busy man he took his leave. 1 Reaching home again. Stone found * Tony Gaskell there, awaiting him. The j two had become friendly, even Inti- ; mate, in their many conferences as to I I Perilla’s nhairs. “Can you put me up for t e night, old chap?” Gaskell said. "I know I've | trespassed a let on your hospitality of late, but I’ve an early appointment to morrow morning, and a late one to night.” “Os course, Gaskell. Just make youri self nt home. We’ll meet at dinner. I’ll be in and out all the afternoon, I but we caii have a confab this eve ning.” Stone jumped Into his waiting car ami gave the chauffeur an address. It proved to be that of a tourist agency,

and Stone hastened Inside. Looking nt I various clerks, he saw one of them give fiim a slight nod. Stone went over to him and sat down till he should be through with ids customer. “Him?” said the detective, ungrammatically, but eagerly. “Yes, sir. Reservations for Bermuda, day after tomorrow.” “Good. Make me a note of the steamer and time of sailing.” From there Stone went to the home of the district attorney, Morris. “Any news from the seat of war?” Stone asked. “No real news. Have you any?” The district attorney looked anxious. "No, except that no news is always good news.” "Well, you’ll hold off a couple of days longer, won’t you?” “If 1 can. You know, Mr. Stone, I can’t have a murder accusation j brought to me and take no notice of it whatever. If Farman comes here and says Mrs. Malden poisoned her husband I've gm to listen—” “Yes. but let it go at listening. Tell him you'll take up the matter next week. Listen to me a few moments, Morris.” The district attorney did listen, and was really impressed by what he heard. “1 didn’t mean to tell you quite so much,” the detective stated, “but this latest development makes action imperative at once, and 1 can’t act if you and Farman are hobnobbing.” “I see that, of course, but I can prom Ise nothing. If Farman comes In I'll do the best 1 ran to meet your wishes. That's all I can say.” "Pray Heaven, tie holds off a hit. ’ said Stone, earnestly, for that holding off might mean life or death to soma body. “Oh. well. It will probably drift ' along all right. And 1 promise you I’ll do the very best I can tn your interest and young Mrs. Malden's.” Stone left the district attorney in an uncertain mood, but Morris was slowly and surely coming round to the detective's view of the matter. CHAPTER XI When Farman came on his mo- ! mentous errand District Attorney Morris greeted him with little enthusiasm. “It's a terrible thing." Farman said, “to drag the Malden name In the dust, but worse, indeed, to let murder take place without question or comment.” “Why are you so sure It Is murder?” asked Morris. “Have you evidence, witnesses, testimony—ln a word, are you ready to conduct a murder trial?" “We are ready, or can get ready for anything that means law and Justice.” "Then go and get ready, and come back when you are all prepared.” This authority, or what seemed like It. given by Morris was Just what Farman wanted, and he well knew how to I twist tiie permission to his own ends That evening Fleming Stone and his self-invited guest were earnestly talk I ing over the immediate outlook "That Farman is a villain." declared Gaskell. ”1 can't see how the old lady stands haring him around. Stone. I have every confidence and faith In your powers, hut I do wish we could hasten matters a bit. Now. don't think for a minute I'm impatient; I only want to see Perilla more at ease. The girl Is worried to death, and it Isn't surprising.” “Indeed It Isn't; and nobody longs j for progress more than 1 do But it’s coming, Gaskell; it's on the way.” “Really? Have you a glimmer of an Idea of the criminal's Identity?” “Yes. I'm sure 1 can say yes to that. । Now to pin It on him.” “Wish 1 could help.” “If you don't mind, we won’t take I the matter up tonight. I’m all In —me j for bed. Plum, you want to set up some drinks?" “Dying to, Mr. Stone,” said his secretary. "What s yours. Mr. Gaskell?” “Just a Scotch highball, not too stiff.” “And yours ns usual. Mr. Stone?” “Yep.” answered the detective ab sent-mindedly. "1 say, Tony, do you know Simpson, the great toxicologist?” “Never heard of him; who Is he?” “He's not well known. An old man, but famous tn his line. 1 wonder if he'd look into this affair. Think I'll see him tomorrow.” “Do. Here's your drink. Stone.” Gaskell handed over the glass tie had taken from Plum and took the next one himself. “Oh, that second one Is mine,” Stone said. “Plum fixes it just right.’ “Pshaw,” sni< Tony, “they're exactly alike, aren't they, Plum?” “Just about, sir. But well humor Mr. Stone, tie's so tired tonight.” Plum passed another to Gaskell, who handed it across to Stone, the detective saying, "Set it down. Plum, 1 think — I'm going to —atchoo! atchoo! sneeze, atchoo! there!" Stone sneezed once more and then I sat down, laughing through his tears. “Take it away. Plum 1 don’t want I any more.” “Did voq get any?" asked Tony. "Yes, a glassful, I should say. Now ; I'm going upstairs. Stay down a while, I if you like, Tony." "No, I'm ready to turn In. Give us I a couple of nightcaps. Plum, I’ll carry j them up for the two of us.” The secretary obeyed, and the two I men went upstairs. In Ills room Stone s sneezos left him and tie swallowed his Scotch and soda with relish. Anu leisurely undressing, I was soon in his first light sleep. A faint noise brought him to his senses and. silting up In bed, he watched the knob of tils door slowly i turning “Not Tony," tn- said to himself, “noi i I'lum, then —" But before lie finished bls nun i mun‘<) sentence tie was back on his ■ pillow and sound asleep. It was Tony who turned the knob [of Fleming Stone's door. He said sc i next morning at the breakfast table “Do you always lock your bedroom door?’ he 'isked of Stone, “What arc you afraid of?” “I don't know that I’m definitely afraid of anything, but I don’t like tc think id' being kidnaped when l'ej ' asleep. Why? I low did you know It i was locked? Were you wanting I get in?” ( H> 111. CDM IM EDI

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