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Av h-: w&SW I- • , 'SSPS3, MlIEXKt HiAINMAtER. mm M -M V. ":•; ; 3 fir Si*. P& The Exploits of Elaine A Detective Novel and a Motion Picture Drama By ARTHUR B. REEVE The tVell-Known Novelist and the Creator of the "Craig Kennedy" Stories Presented in Collaboration With the Pstbe Players and the Eclestic Film Company Coprrlpht, 1914, by the Star Company, SYNOPSIS. All Foreign Rights Reserved. The formation of a partnership as pro­ fessor and aide in crime science between Orals' Kennedy, university chemistry pro­ fessor, and Walter Jameson, newspaper Vnan. is at once followed by their becom Ing Interested in a series of murders by a master criminal who leaves no other elue to his Identity than the sign manual of a "Clutching Hand." Elaine Dodg-e, •whose father is one of the latest victims of the mysterious murderer, witnesses the beginning- of Kennedy's scientific In­ vestigation of the murder. SECOND EPISODE The "Twilight Sleep." Kennedy had thrown himself whole­ heartedly into the solution of the mys­ terious Dodge case. Par into the night, after the chal­ lenge of the forged finger print, he continued at work, endeavoring to ex­ tract a clue from the meager evi­ dence--a bit of cloth and trace of poi­ son already obtained from other cases. We dropped around at the Dodge house the next morning. Early though It was, we found Elaine a trifle paler, hut more lovely than ever, and Perry Bennett, themselves vainly endeavor­ ing to solve the mystery of the Clutch­ ing Hand. They were at Dodge's desk, she in the big desk chair, he standing beside her looking over some papers. "There's nothing there," Bennett •was saying as we entered. I could not help feeling that he was gazing down at Elaine a bit more ten­ derly than mere business warranted. "Have you--found anything?" que­ lled Elaine anxiously, turning eagerly to Kennedy. "Nothing--yet,V he answered, shak­ ing his head, but conveying a quiet Idea of confidence in his tone. Just then Jennings, the butler, en­ tered. bringing the morning papers. Elaine seized the Star and hastily opened it. On the first page was the story I had telephoned down very late In the hope of catching a last city edition. We all bent- over and Craig read aloud: -CLUTCHING HAND" STILL AT LARGE New York's Master Criminal Remains Undetected--Perpetrates New Dar­ ing Murder and Robbery on Mil­ lionaire Dodge. He had scarcely finished reading the brief but alarming news story that followed and laid the paper on the desk when a stone came smashing through the window from the street. Startled, we all jumped to our feet Craig hurried to the window. Not a soul was in sight! He Btooped and picked up the stone. To it was attached a piece of pa­ per. Quickly he unfolded it and read: "Craig Kennedy will give top his search for the 'Clutching Hand'--or die!" Later I recalled that there seemed to be a slight noise downstairs, as if at the cellar window, through which the masked man had entered the night before. In point of fact, one who had been outside at the time might actually have seen a sinister face at that cel­ lar window, but to us upstairs it was Invisible. The face was that of the servant, Michael. Without another word Kennedy passed into the drawing room and took his hat and coat. Both Elaine and Bennett followed. "I'm afraid I must ask you to ex­ cuse me--for the present," Craig apologized. Elaine looked at him anxiously. "You--you will not let that letter Intimidate you?" she pleaded, laying her soft white hand on his arm. "Oh, Mr. Kennedy," she added, bravely keeping back the tears, "avenge him! All the money in the world would be too little to pay--if only--" At the mere mention of money Ken­ nedy's face seemed to cloud, but only for a moment. "I'll try," he said simply. Elaine did not withdraw her hand as she continued to look up at him. "Miss Dodge," he went on, his voice steady, as though he were repressing something, "I will never take another case until the 'Clutching Hand' is ' captured." The look of gratitude she gave him would have been a princely reward In Itself. It was some time, after these events j that Kennedy, reconstructing what had happened, ran across, in a strange way which I need not tire the reader by telling, a Doctor Haynes, head of the Hillside Sanitarium for Women, whose Btory I shall relate substan­ tially as we received it from his own lips: It must have been that same night a distinguished visitor drove up in a cab to our Hillside sanitarium, rang the bell and was admitted to my office. I am, by the way, the superintending physician, and that night I was sitting trlth Doctor Thompson, my assistant. In the office discussing a rather inter- WHEN PRIESTS WORE BEARDS 1 eeting case, when an attendant came in with a card and handed it to me. It read simply, "Dr. Ludwig Reinstrom, Coblenz." "Here's that Doctor Reinstrom, Thompson, about whom my friend in Germany wrote the other day," I re­ marked, nodding to the attendant to admit Doctor Reinstrom. I might explain that while I was abroad some time ago I made a par­ ticular study of the "Daemmerschlaf" --otherwise, the "twilight sleep"--at Freiburg where it was developed, and at other places in Germany where the subject had attracted great attention. I was much impressed and had im­ ported the treatment to Hillside. While we waited I reached into my desk and drew out the letter to which I referred, which ended, I recall: "As Doctor Reinstrom is in Amer­ ica, he will probably call on you. I am sure you will be glad to know him. "With kindest regards, I am, "Fraternally yours, EMIL SCHWARZ, M. D.. "Director, Leipsic Institute of Medi­ cine." "Most happy to meet you, Doctor Reinstrom," I greeted the new arrival, as he entered our office. For several minutes we sat and chatted of things medical here and abroad. "What is it, doctor," I asked finally, that interests you most In America?" "Oh," he replied quickly with an ex­ pressive gesture, "it is the broadmind- edness with which you adopt the best from all over the world, regardless of prejudice. For instance, I am very much interested in the new 'twilight sleep.' Of course, you have borrowed it largely from us, but it interests me to see whether you have modified It with practice. In fact, I have come to Hillside sanitarium particularly to see it used. Perhaps we may learn some­ thing from you." It was most gracious, and both Doc­ tor Thompson and myself were charmed by our visitor. I reached over and touched a call button and our head nurse entered from a rear room. Are there any operations going on now?" I asked. She looked mechanically at her watch. "Yes, there are two cases, now, I think," she answered. "Would you like to follow OUF tech­ nique?" I| asked, turning to Doctor Reinstrom. "I should be delighted," he acqui­ esced. A moment later we passed down the corridor of the sanitarium, still chat­ ting. At the door of a ward I spoke to the attendant, who indicated that a patient was about to be anesthetized, and Doctor Reinstrom and I entered the room. There, in perfect quiet, which is- an essential part of the treatment, were several woman patients lying in bed in the ward. Before us two nurses and a doctor'were in attendance on one. I spoke to the doctor, Doctor Holmes, by the way, who bowed polite­ ly to the distinguished Doctor Rein­ strom, then turned quickly to his work. "Miss Sears,he asked of one of the nurses, "will you bring me that hypo­ dermic needle?" "You will see. Doctor Reinstrom," I injected in & low tone, "that we follow in the main your Freiburg treatment. We use scopolanHn and narkophin." I held up the bottle, as I said it, a rather peculiar shaped bottle, too* "And the pain?" he asked. "Practically the same as in your ex­ perience abroad. We do not render the patient unconscious, but prevent her from remembering anything that goes on." Doctor Holmes, the attending physi- clau, was-just eta: 11^* tlic Filling his hypodermic, he selected a spot on the patient's arm where it had been scrubbed and sterilized, and injected the narcotic. "And you say they have no recol­ lection of anything that happens?" asked Reinstrom. "Absolutely none--if the treatment •is given properly," I replied, con­ fidently. "Wonderful!" ejaculated Reinstrom as we left the room. Now comes the strange part of my story. After Reinstrom had gone, Doc­ tor Holmefe, the attending physician of the woman whom he had seen anes­ thetized, missed his syringe and the bottle of scopolamin. Holmes, Mies Sears and Miss Stern all hunted, but it could not be found. Others had to be procured. I thought little of it at the time, but since then it has occurred to me that it might interest you, Professor Ken­ nedy, and I give it to you for what it may be worth. As I came up the .path to the chem­ istry building I saw through the win­ dow that, in spite of h*T getting there early, he was finding it difficult to keep his mind on his work. It was the first time I had ever known anything to interfere with science in his life. "Well," I exclaimed as I entered, "you are the early bird. Did you have any breakfast?" I tossed down the letters. He did not reply. So I became absorbed in the morning paper. Still, I did not neglect to watch him covertly out of the corner of my eye. Quickly he ran over the letters, instead of taking them, one by one, in his usual method- ifeal way. I quite complimented my superior acumen. He selected the dainty note. A moment Craig looked at it in an­ ticipation, then tore it open eagerly. I was still watching his face over the top of the paper and was surprised to see that it showed, first, amazement, then pain, as though something had hurt him. He read It again--then looked straight ahead, as If in a daze. Suddenly he jumped up, bringing his tightl^j^enched fist down with a loud clap Info the' palm of his hand. "By heaven t" he exclaimed, "1--4 will!" i He strode hastily to the telephone. Almost angrily he seized the receiver and asked for a number. "Wh-what's the matter, Craig!" I blurted out eagerly. • As he waited for the number, he threw the letter over to me. I took it and read: Professor Craig Kennedy, "The University, The Heights, City. "Dear Sir: "I have come to the conclusion that your work is a hindrance rather than an assistance in clearing up my father's death, and I hereby beg to state that your services are no longer required. This is a final decision, and I beg that you will not try to see me again regarding the matter. "Very truly yours, "ELAINE DODGE." If it had been a bomb I could not have been more surprised. I could not make it out. » Kennedy impatiently worked the re­ ceiver up and down, repeating the number. "Hello--hello," he repeated. "Yes--hello. Is Miss--oh--good morn­ ing, Miss Dodge." He was hurrying along as if to give her no chante to cut him off. "I have Just received a letter, Miss Dod^e, tell- nett, "Miss Dodge has Just beep tell­ ing me--" "Yes," interrupted Craig. "Look, Miss Dodge, this is it." He handed her the letter. She al­ most seised It, examining it carefully, her large eyes opening wider in won­ der. "This is certainly my writing Mid my note paper," she murmured, "but I never wrote the letter!" Craig looked from the letter to her keenly. No one said a 'word. For a moment Kennedy hesitated, think­ ing. "Might I--er--see your room, Miss Dodge?" he asked at length. "Why, certainly," nodded Elaine, as she lead the way upstairs. It was a dainty little room, breath­ ing the spirit of its mistress. In fact, It'seemed a sort of profanity as we all followed in after her. For a mo> meni Kennedy stood still, then he carefully looked about. At the side of the bed, near the head, he stooped and picked up something which he held in the palm of his hand. I bent over. Something gleamed in the morning sunshine--some little thin pieces of glass. As he tried deftly to fit the tiny little bits together he seemed absorbed In thought. Quick­ ly he raised it to his nose, as if to smell it. "Ethyl chloride!" he muttered, wrapping the pieces carefully in a paper and putting them inside his pocket. An Instant later he crossed the room to the window and examined It. "Look!" he exclaimed. There, plainly, were marks of a jimmy which had been Inserted near the lock to pry it open. - "Miss Dodge," he asked, "might I-- might I trouble you to let me see your arm?" Wonderlngly she did so, and Ken­ nedy bent almost reverently over her plump arm examining it. On it was a small dark discolora­ tion, around which was a slight red­ ness and tenderness. "That," he said slowly, 'Is the mark of a hypodermic needle." As he finished examining Elaine's arm he drew the letter from his pock­ et Still facing her he said in a low tone, "Miss Dodge--you did write this letter--but under the Influence of the new twilight sleep.'" "Why, Craig," I exclaimed excited­ ly, "what do you mean?" "Exactly what I say. With Miss Dodge's permission I shall show you. m V ^ There Were Marks of a Jimmy on the Window. It was early the next morning that I awoke to find Kennedy already up and gone from our apartment. I knew he must be at the laboratory, and, gather­ ing the mail, which the postman had just slipped through the letter slot, I went over to the university to see him. As I looked over the letters to cull out my own one in a woman's hand­ writing on attractive note papert ad­ dressed to him caught my eye. ing me that you don't want me to con­ tinue investigating your father's death, and not to try to see you .again about--" He stopped. I could hear the reply. "Why--no--Mr. Kennedy, I have written you no letter." The look of mingled relief and sur­ prise- thai crcssci C. :.S8'£ facc spoke volumes. "Miss Dodge," he almost shouted, "this is a new trick of the 'Clutching Hand.' I--I'll be right over." Craig hung up the reeciver and turned from the telephone. Evidently he was thinking deeply. Suddenly his face seemed to light up. He made up his mind to something, and a moment later he opened the cabinet--that in­ exhaustible storehouse from which he seemed to draw weird and curious in­ struments that met the ever new prob­ lems which his strange profession brought to him. I watched curiously. He took out a bottle and what looked like a little hypodermic syringe, thrust them into his pocket and, for once, oblivious to my very existence, deliberately walked out of the laboratory. I did not ^propose to be thus cava­ lierly dismissed. \ suppose it would have looked ridiculous to a third par­ ty, but I followed him as hastily as if he had tried to shut the door on hiB own shadow. We arrived at the corner above the Dodge house just in time to see anoth­ er visitor--Bennett--enter. "And, Perry," we heard Elaine say, as we were ushered in, "someone has even forged my name--the handwrit­ ing and everything--telling Mr. Ken­ nedy to drop the case--and I never knew." She stopped as we entered. 1 "That's the limit!" exclaimed Ben- Ancient Time* It Was a General Custom, Though Now They Are Seldom 8«en. lb ancient times it was the custom for all priests to wear beards, and this remained a practice until the days of Nero, and when Rome was in the height of her glory and power. As the Romans wore no beards, or only very rarely, the priests discontinued the dition that the Romans in a time of war once shaved the beard of St. Pe­ ter, but nothing authentic is known concerning this. Several hundred years later, when the Germanic and Teutonic" hordes came down from Germany and over­ ran Rome and Italy, they brought the custom of the beard back among the clergy, and this remained the custom for several centuries. Finally, with the advent of the present high state most to a unit have refused to wear them. There Is no*direct command to the contrary, but special permission is granted to those who for some resr son wish to wear one. Several differ­ ent orders still wear them, who have numerous parishes over the United States.--Pittsburgh Catholic. By a small administration of the drug, which will Injure you in no way, Miss Dodge, I think I can bring back the memory of all that occurred to you last night Will you allow me?" "Mercy, no!" protested her Aunt Jo­ sephine, who had entered the room. "I want the experiment to be tried," Bfak:- »aiu quietly. A moment later Kennedy had placed her on a couch in the corner of the room. "Now, Mrs. Dodge," he said, "please bring me a basin and a to^el." Aunt Josephine, reconciled, brought them. Kennedy dropped an UUUB6P> tic tablet into the water and care­ fully sterilized Elaine's arm just above the spot where the red mark showed. Then he drew the hypodermic from his pocket--carefully sterilized it, also, and filling it with scopolamin from the bottle. 'Just a moment, Miss Dodge," he encouraged, as he jabbed the needle into her arm. She did not wince. "Please lie back on the conch," he directed. Then turning to us he add­ ed, "It takes some time for this to work. Our criminal got over this fact and prevented an outcry by using ethyl chloride first. Let me recon struct the scene." As we watched Elaine going under slowly Craig talked. "That night," he said, "warily, the masked criminal of the 'Clutching Hand,' bent over, his arm crooked, mlght'ha^e been seen down below us in the ally. Up here, Miss Dodge, worn out by the strain of her father's death, let us say, was nervously try­ ing to read, to do anything that would take her mind off the tragedy. Per­ haps khe fell asleep. HOME RULE IN ISLE OP MAN Qreat Sailor's Superstition. Nelson, the English naval hero, al- of civilization and the general custom I ways carried .a horfeefihoe with him graving of the beard. There is a tra-1 of not wearing beards, the clergy al-1 into battle. Small Dot 6ff English Coast fa Not Subject to Laws of British Parliament. . -a"\ The decision of the Manx house of keys not to raise the duties on beer and tea serves to remind her English neighbors that the Isle of Man-has a code of laws entirely its own. The is­ land has never been ruled by the laws of England, and although parliament reserves ^he right to make any im- "Just then the 'Clutching Hand' ap­ peared. He came stealthily through that window, which he had opened. A moment he hesitated, seeing Elaine asleep. Then he tiptoed over to the bed, let us say, and for a moment looked at her, sleeping. A second later he had thrust his hand into his pocket and had taken out a small glasfe bulb with a long thin neck. That was ethyl chloride--a drug which produces a quick anesthe­ sia. But it lasts only a minute or two. That was enough. As he broke the glass neck of the bulb--letting the pieces fall on the floor near the bed-- he shoved the thing under Elaine's face, turning his own head away and holding a handkerchief over hiB own nose. The mere heat of his hand is enough to cause the ethyl chloride to spray out and overcome her instantly. He steps away from her a moment and replaces the now empty vial in his pocket "Then he took a box from his pocket, opened it. There must have been a syringe and a bottle of scopolamin. Where they came from I do not know, but perhaps from some hospital. I shall have to find that out latak. He went to Elaine, quickly la the needle, with no resistance her now. Slowly he replaced tlis :>ottle and the needle in his pocket. lie could not have been in any hurry now, for it takes time for thef drug to work." Kennedy paused. Had we known at the time, Michael--he of a sinister face--must have been in the hallway that night, careful that no one saw him. A tap at the door and the "Clutching Hand" must have beckoned him- A moment's parley and they sep­ arated--"Clutching Hand" going back to Elaine, who was now under the in­ fluence of the second drug. "Our criminal," resumed Kennedy thoughtfully, "may have shaken Elaine. She did not answer. Then he may have partly revived her. She must have been startled. 'Clutching Hand,' perhaps, was half crouching, with a big ugly blue steel revolver leveled full In her face. '"One word and I shoot!' he prob­ ably cried. 'Get up!' "Trembling, she must have done so. 'Your slippers and a kimono,' he would naturally have ordered. She put them on mechanically. Then he must have ordered her to go out of the door and down the stairs. 'Clutch­ ing Hand' must have followed, and as he did so he would have cautiously put out the lights." We were following, spellbound, Ken­ nedy's graphic reconstruction of what must -have happened. Evidently he had struck close to the truth. Elaine's eyes were closed. Gently Kennedy led her along. "Now, Miss Dodge," he en­ couraged, "try--try hard to recollect just what it was that happened last night--everything." As Kennedy paused after his quick recital, she seemed to tremble all over. Slowly she began to speak. We stood awestruck. Kennedy had been right! The girl was now living over again those minutes that had been forgot­ ten--blotted out by the drug. . And it was all real to her, too--ter­ ribly real. She was. speaking, plainly in terror. I see a man--oh,. such a figure-- ; with a mask. He holds a gun in my face--he threatens me. I put on my kimono and slippers, as he tells me. I am in a daze. T knoW what I am doing--and I don't know. I go out with him, downstairs, into the library." Elaine shuddered again at the recol­ lection. "Ugh! The room is dark, the room where he killed my father. Moonlight outside streams in. This masked man and I come in. He switches on the lights. 'Go to the safe,' he says, and I do It--the new safe, you know. 'Do you know the combination?' he asks me. 'Yes,' I reply, too frightened to say no. " 'Open it then,' he says, waving that awful revolver closer. I do so. Hast­ ily he rummages through it, throwing papers herev and there. But he seems not to find what he is after and turns away, swearing fearfully. 'Hang it!' he cries at me. 'Where else did your father keep papers?' I point in desperation at the desk. He takes one last look at the safe, shoves all the papers he has strewn on the floor back again and slams the safe shut " 'Now, come on,' he says, indicating with the gun that he wants me to fol­ low him away from the safe. At the desk he repeats the search.,- But he flhds nothing. Almost I think he is about to kill me. 'Where else did your father keep papers?' he hisses fiercely, still threatening me with the gun. "I/am too frightened to speak. But at last I am able to say, 'I--I don't know!' Again he threatens me. 'As jGod is my judge,' 1 cry, 'I don't know.' It is fearful. Will he shoot me? "Thank heaven! At last he believes me. But such a look of foiled fury I h^ve never seen on any human face before. '"Sit down!' he grOwls, adding, 'at the desk.' I do. " 'Take some of your note papej>-- the beBt.' I do that, too. " 'And a pen,' he goes on. My fin­ gers can hardly hold it '"Now--write!' he says, and as he dictates, I write"-- "This?" interjected Kennedy, eager­ ly holding up the letter that he had received from her. Elaine looked it over with her drug- laden eyes. "Yes," she nodded, then lapsed again to the scene itself. "He reads it over, and as he does so says, 'Now, address an envelope. Himself he folds the letter, seals the envelope, stamps it, and drops it into his pocket, hastily straightening the desk. " 'Now, go ahead of me--again. perlal enactment applicable to the Isle ofMan, the privilege is seldom or never exercised without consultation with the Manx people. These happy island­ ers have no armed forces to maintain, no income tax, death, estate, or stamp duties to pay, and their customs dues are in most cases on a lower scale than in the United Kingdom. Maniwomen, too, have special privi­ leges. Every female, adult, widow or splnBter, in the Isle of Man, whether she be owner, occupier or lodger, has a vote for the house of keys elections. Leave the room--no, by the hall door. We are going back upstairs.' I obey him, and at - the door he switches off the lights. How 1 stand it I do not know. I go upstairs me­ chanically into my own room--I and this masked man. " 'Take off the kimono and clip­ pers!' he orders. I do that. 'Get into bed!' he growls. I crawl in fearfully. For a moment he looks about--then goes out---with a look back as he goes. Oh! Oh! That hand--which he raises at me--THAT HAND!' The poor girl was sitting bolt up­ right, staring straight at the hall door, as we watched and listened, fascinated. Kennedy was bendlnft over, sooth, ing her. She gave evidence of com­ ing out from the effect of the drug. I noticed that Bennett had sud­ denly moved a step in the /direction of the door at which she stared. "By heavens!" he muttered, star­ ing, too. "Look!" We did look. A letter was slowly being inserted under the door. I took a quick step forward. That moment I felt a rough tug at my "I've Got Him, Kennedy!" arm, and a voice whispered: "Walt, you chump!" It was Kennedy. HeAad whipped out his automatic and nad carefully leveled it at the door. Before he could fire, however, Bennett had rushed ahead. I followed. We looked down the hall. Sure enough, the figure of a man could be seen disappearing around an angle. I followed Ben­ nett out of the door and down the hall. Words cannot keep pace with what followed. Together we rushed to the back stairs. "Down there, while I go down the front!" cried Bennett. I went down, and he turned and went down the other flight. As he did so Craig followed him. Suddenly, In the drawing room, 1 bumped into a figure on the other Bide of the portieres. I seized him. We struggled. Rip! The portieres came down, covering me entirely. Over and over we went, smashing £ lamp. It was vicious. Another man attacked me, too. "I've got him--Kennedy!" I heard a voice pant over me. A scream followed from Aunt Jo­ sephine. Suddenly the portieres were pulled off me. "The deuce!" puffed^Kennedy. "It's Jameson." Bennett had rushed plump into me, doming the other way, hidden by the portieres! If we had known at the time, Our Michael of the sinister face had gained the library and was standing in the center of the room. He had heard me coming and had fled to the drawing room. As we finished our struggle in the library he rose hastily from behind the divan in the other room, where he had dropped, and had quietly and hastily disappeared through another door. Laughing and breathing hart, they helped me to my feet. It was no joke to me. I was sore in every bone. "Well, where did he go?" insisted Bennett "I don't know--perhaps back there," I cried, Bennett and I argued a moment, then started find stopped short. Aunt Josephine had run downstairs and was now shoving the letter Into Craig's hands. We gathered about him curiously. He opened it. On it was that awe- some Clutching Hand again. Kennedy read it. For a moment he stood and studied it, then slowly crushed it in his hand. Just then Elaine, pale and shaken from the' ordeal she had voluntarily gone through, burst in upon us from upstairs. Without a word she ad­ vanced to Craig and took the letter from him. Inside, as on the envelope, was that same signature of the Clutching Hand. Elaine gased at it, wild-eyed, then at Craig. Craig smilingly reached for the note, took it, folded it, and un­ concernedly thrust it into his pocket "My God!" she cried, clasping her hands convulsively, and repeating the words of the letter, YOllR LAST WARNING!" ' (TO BK CONTINUED.) Every widow enjoys half of her hu» band's personal estate and has a lift Interest in his real estate, and she can not be deprived of this by will. Hel written consent must be obtained tc all transfers and deeds affecting hei husband's property. 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