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Show Crazy Kennedy, Detective a q sa c n Solves Knotty Problems By RING W. LARDNHR. CHAPTER I. CEAZY KENNEDY looked up from the want ad section of the paper he was reading. "Here's a puzzler," he said. " 'Wanted Butler, first and second sec-ond cooks, first, second and third maids. All must hate cheese. Call at 1922 Lake Shore drive.' What do you make of that, Morrison i ' ' "Some fanatic," I hazarded. "Or else some one who is made ill by the odor of cheese and wants assurance as-surance that it will not bo brought into the house. What do you think yourself f"- "1 have not sufficient data to reach a conclusion," replied Kennedy. Ken-nedy. "I can only tell you that the advertiser is wealthy, that his first name is Paul and his last name Wendell, and that he is well educated." edu-cated." "0, surely, Kennedy," I scoffed, "you can't deduce all that from one small ad." "It's not so difficult, Morrison," pistil "Wanted butfer, first and second cooks, first, second and third maids. All must hate cheese." replied my friend. "A man must be "wealthy to want all those servants ser-vants and to live on Lake Shore drive. As for his name, I happen to know that No. 1922 is the old Wendell estate and that the home is now occupied by Paul Wendell. A for his education, if ho were illiterate he would have written it 'madns' inMe;id of 'mails.' ' ' " Kxquipite! ' ' t admired. "But what of the motive of the ad?" That wp will know very soon,' said Kennedy, "for if I am' not mi- "Better capture him now." I cried. taken, and I never am, that is Mr. Wendell's step on the stair." CHAPTER 2. IN response to Kennedy's "Come in," a well dressed man of 40 entered. "Good afternoon, Mr. Wendell." greeted Crazy. "We were just reading vour queer ad in the .Times." " " If ow did you know my name was Wendell?''' astonished the visitor. vis-itor. "I knew from your address," Kennedy replied. "It is true," admitted Wendell. "I have come to you as a last resort. re-sort. ' ' "This is no resort," said Kennedy. Ken-nedy. "J see you must have vour joke?" said Wendell, smiling slightly. "But the affair is no joke to me. I will state the facts as briefly as possible. My wife who was a Miss Schultz, is a great lover of cheese for breakfast. It has been my practice, in the last I four years, to buy a pound of cheese every evening on my way home, so that she may have it next morning morn-ing fresh. In the last two weeks the pound of cheese has disappeared every ni trli t , leaving her eheeseless at breakfast. 1 have fired and hired a dozen sets of servants to no purpose. I am convinced that it is an inside job and have tried to engage help that despised the victunl in question all in vain." "Where do you put the chees when you bring it Into the house?" queried Crazy. "On the piano, of course," said Wendell. "Naturally," ntjrced Kennedy. "And I think the way to solve your (Continued on Following Paee.) I Gl'S WILLI A M S, local featherweight, who will try conclusions with cxperi- jj enced battler Monday. i I 1 ir . '4; X j ; ; -.";-; "V J : ' ' SJ ! ;: ...... ,. . j j : " -'.' ; ' . I J i j M CRAZY KENEDY IS Eli DETECTIVE (Continued From Preceding Page.) mystery is for I and Morrison to come to your home tonight and sit up ami watch the piano.'' "Oh, if you will do that I will pay vou splendidly," said our grateful guest. CHAPTER 3. OX OUR way to t Wendell mansion Kennedy stopped at a drug store and gave an order to the clerk that I did not hear. The clerk handed him a small package and we went on our way. It w-as 7:30 p. m. when we reaened Wendell's, and the family had retired. "I see we are not too late," said Kennedy, for the pound of cheese held a conspicuous place on the keyboard key-board of the famous Wendell upright. up-right. Opening the package he had purchased pur-chased of the drn"ist, Crazy approached ap-proached the piano and smeared itt cheese and all, with the contents ot a small box. Then he returned to sit beside me on the couch. "I am convinced," he whispered, "that this is the work of a rodent. The stuff I have spread 'round is the latest invention of science. It is called rat poison. Now we will let things take their course." WE WAITED in the darkness for what seemed weeks to me. In reality it was less than an hour, for the clock had not yet struck ' half past 8 when an enormous rat loped in from the next room and dumb on the piano stool. An instant in-stant later there w-as a terrible growl and the rodent fell to the Iloor. "ettcr capture him now!" I cried. "No," said Kennedy; "he'll die in the open air if we leave him alone," and before he had finished speaking the rat had leaped through a bay window and fallen to his death on the cement walk outside. "We wont disturb Wendell now," said Crazy. "Besides, I don 't feel that 1 have done very much. It was but a question of time and Mr. Rat would have died of overfeeding. ' ' "But. surely," I said, "before we go we should remove the poison, lest Mrs. Wendell eat some of it on her favorite dish in the morning." "No." said Kennedy. "Cheese at. breakfast is a pernicious habit, and tomorrow- morning's experience will cure her of it for life." |