Judge — May 22, 1920 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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of Trotsky in his power. Another instant and the secret had been forced from him. But what was it? We must not anticipate. Fer- rett still has a lot of think- ing to do, and it is early yet. A detective must have both presence and absence of mind. Cuarter VI The Albino’s Triumph HE President removed his feet from different parts of the room and looked up. “There is a draft in the room, Miss Gamut, and also a detective. Please ut one of them in the safe. take no chances.” “T am now ready to ex- lain the mystery,” said: errett, without removing his trousers, ladies being present. Your stenographer is guilty—with the accent,” he added, looking at her hair, “on the gilt.” “But the bonds are still in the safe—” she pro- tested. “Of course they are still. They are suffocated.” said Ferrett. no speed limit or dust. “Spare me,” she implored, “and I will tell all.” “Go ahead,’’ said the detective, whose mind had never recovered from an early attack of chronic sleep- ing sickness. He was anxious himself to know how it had all happened, anyway. “My father,” she began, “keeps, or is kept by a delica- tessen.’? “T thought so,” said Ferrett, “and that is why he calls you-: daughter?” “Exactly. I see we are going to agree.” *“Cut the psychology!” com- manded the President, who was a self-made man, and had never learned his trade. “There has always been a bond between us, ever since the war. Only a fifty, but we both loved it so! When father sold it to buy’yeast and raisins and grape juice—” “T understand,” said the Presi- dent. “I’d like your recipe.” “The kick failed—we had to have more. We mortgaged all the sausages, but again we failed. One by one we sold the family pickles. The day came when we were des- erate; we decided to blow up the ank vault and steal enough bonds to pay the rent and buy a place cheese. Mouse—Gee, I'd like to be a bird and fly to the moon! They say it’s made of green 7 Yes, this outfit did cost quite a bit, but we get just as much scenery as out of doors, and there’s And when we break down we're home! ’? in the Cumberland Mountains, where we could find the Mountain Dew. Concealed in the waste basket, I hid until he entered the window, bringing me the explosive. Four hours I spent poking it into the cracks of the door with my hat pin, then waited for the outburst . . ..” “But what terrible chemical did you use which did not do so much as what you would have wished to have had it have might done?” asked the President, while the young girl wept, weepingly. “Aha! I have solved the mystery!” said Ferrett, seizing a huge bouquet from the mahogany desk and presenting it to himself with a low bow. “It was Limburger cheese!” And for a moment, in that room, there was heard nothing but the sound of an Albino con- science telling Ferrett that he was all right. His Wail By Tennyson J. Darr The millionaire was dour and glum. We asked how he was hurt. “The multimillionaires,” he sobbed. “Treat me like so much dirt!” All He Asked Lindsley had the little hen fast and was trying to bring her head close to the ground. “What might you be trying to do?” her father asked coming upon the small girl in the yard. “T’m trying to make this hen say her prayers.” “Well,” said the parent sadly, “I hope she'll say: ‘Now I lay me.’ ”