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Show Crazy Kennedy, Detective U H M 0 Solves Knotty Problems By KING W. LAKDNER. CHAPTER J. I WAS accidentally sitting in ray office one morning when the telephone rang. 1 took up the receiver. re-ceiver. " Hello, ' ' T Pftul. ""Who is this ' 7 J said a roice at the other end of the wire. "Frank Morrison," was my re- pl.T. "I must have the wrong number," num-ber," said the voice, and its owner hun 2: up. CHAPTER 2. Ten minutes later my telephone rang again. "Hello. Is that you, Morrison?'1 said a voice which I instantly recognized as that of Crazy Kennedy. Ken-nedy. "(Jet your hat and coat ou. I will come by in a taxi in two minutes. I want you to take a ride with me. It's a professional trip, j and the case promises some neat little points." Three, minutes Inter I was seated beside my interesting friend and we were spending westward on tho boulevard. J waited in vain for him to enlighten me as to our destination desti-nation and the reason for the hastv .-journey. All he jsaid on the way was : "I have too few facts to form any conclusions. 1 am trying not to think about the case, it 's a big mistake for a man to attempt deductions before learning the full details. " CHAPTER 3. THE taxi stopped in front of .an apartment building just this side of the city limits. We alighted and Kennedy, after telling the driver to wait, "proceeded into the vestibule and rang the bull of the first flat. Tho entrance door was unlocked by a patent electric process and boon we were standing m the living room of Mr. and Mrs. Harold Painter, for that was the name of the people who held the lease. In an adjoining room an infant was screaming at the top of its voice. "I perceive you have a baby," re rn a r k ed Kc n n c dy . ' ' Wonderful! ' ' commented Painter. Pain-ter. " O, ves, they all aro, '' Crazy replied. re-plied. .Mrs. Painter wrung her hands and ears. ShR was evidently distraught. dis-traught. (Continued on Following Page.) WKEIHIS , IB DETECT (Continued From Preceding Page.) "It is on his account that we summoned von," she said nervously nervous-ly "He has been crying like that, ever since 5 o'clock' this morning and we can't find out what's the matter." "Let us have a look at the or-nerv or-nerv brat," said Kennedy, and the parents took us into the bodroom. THE baby was lying in a cradle, kicking like a steer. Kennedy hastily removed his (the baby's) clothing. i The baby was lying In 8:86 lr like a steer. "No," he said, when he had finished. fin-ished. "It's as I expected. There are no pins sticking into him. How-old How-old is he?" "Fourteen months," replied Mrs. Painter.. "How many bottles a day?" Crazv inquired. "Five, ' answered the mother. "When did ho eat last?" asked my friend. "At four-thirty," said Mrs. Painter, "and he has been Crying ever since he got through." "I'd like to see that bottle," said Kennedy. "You may," said Painter. "It's in the kitchen sink." WE all moseyed to the kitchen. With a yell of triumph, Ciazv rushed to (he sink aud picked up the bottle. "Just as I thought!" he cried. ' Mr. Painter, when you got up to give your boy his bottle you were "Mr. Painter, when vou got up to giva your boy his bottle, you were half asleep, and you. gave him a bottle of beer!" half asleep. And von gave him a bottle of beer! ' ' ' ' But, ' ' I butted in. ' ' why should that make him cry ? " "Morrison," said Kennedy, "remember "re-member that a baby's capacity and that, of a full-grown man are somewhat some-what different. A pint f beer would have no effect on you. But it. has given this brat a weeping jag." CHAPTER -t. "Mrs. Painter," said Kennedy, w-hen we were about to depart a few minutes later, "is there a way of going out tho back door and getting get-ting over to the next street, without with-out being seen from the front of this building? ' ' "Certainly," was her reply, and she led us through the kitchen and out into the court. In a little while we were bound back to the city on n street car. 'This is one on that taxi driver," driv-er," said Crazv, laughing liko a hyena. |