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Show Crazy Kennedy, Detective . H H U 5S Solves Knotty Problems By RING W. LAEDNER. CHAPTER I. 1lOKRIS0X!M ItJI There was menace in Crazy Kennedy's voice. Immediately I sensed there was something wrong ami ot from the jiiunola. "That is my name,' I retorted. My friend's ritjht eyelid dropped significantly, and with a backward jerk of his head he summoned me into the laboratory, "IIer-' he hissed, petulantly, ''read this. ;' I snickered and wrenched a letter from out of his liand. 'It's a letter from Kitel," T I shrieked in amazement, ''and he wants yonr advice!" ' ' No, Morri-'on. Crazy responded, respond-ed, ''lie ;:i:ts mv help.'' We both laughed hearted!;. at this remark. CHAPTKR TL AT THAT moment, the door opened and .Julius crawled inside. in-side. "Cood morning, gents," he yelled, with enthusiasm. Wrong again," sneered Kenne dy; "it's 4 o'clock in the afternoon. after-noon. ? ' We all tittered, except Brady, who looked chagrined at his mistake. mis-take. "You nre the chief of the bureau of investigation in the federar building,'' build-ing,'' said Crazy, looking interested interest-ed iy into a stiTCoscone. "How did you find that out?" cried Jiaaen, in a mazement. "T sei'n it on your leUcrhend, ' ' responded Crazy, with an innocent chuckle. "Von have conn? to see mo," he cont ii. nod, "because M rs. crhma lz wrote you a letter in which she paid t'n at a group of mysterious men j board a Broadway ca r every Sunday Sun-day morning at ten m in u tes alter twelve with in vsterious bundles in th.:r hands. ' ' "You ought to be a detective," screamed .Jim Pugh. "That is the very reason 1 came to see you. Wl;o told von about the letter?" ' 'Viiii diil," said Crazy, laughing like a hvena. "Jt was in vour letter." let-ter." "Well," inquired Al Crr..-, smiling smil-ing at my friend's power of deduc- (Continued on Following Page.) CRAZY KEf IS MZli DETECTIVE (Continued from Frecedlng Page.) tion, "what do you make of the mystery 1 1 ' "Come and see me tomorrow," questioned Kennedy, opening the door and kicking our visitor downstairs. down-stairs. CHAPTER III. AT TEN minutes to twelve T was in the Dirty Spoou, talking to John, the bartender, when Crazy skipped in. "I'll buy a drink," he said. I recovered from my surprise and ordered a sarsaparilla. "It's almost one," said the bartender, bar-tender, brusquely. "I know it," said Crazy, laughing laugh-ing fiendishly. "Will you wrap up something? Tomorrow' Sunday." When we got on the Broadway crt both of us carried bundles just like the other passengers had. I was surprised to see Ken Evans get on the car at that moment. "Here it is 1 o'clock," he bawled out, "and I thought you were going go-ing to solve the mystery tonight." "I have," solved Crazy, laughing laugh-ing so much that I thought he was going to choke. "Will you have a drink?" |