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Show Sherlock Quickly Solves Mystery of Green Painted DoJ By GEORGE E. PHAIR. "An outrage!" exclaimed Dr. Watson, throwing the evening paper on the floor. "A bloody outrage!" It was a quiet evening in Baker street. Sherlock Holmes, who had been gazing meditatively into the cheerful grate, was startled at the doctor's sudden display of vehemence. "Whaddaya mean, an outi-age?" he drawled. "What's the big idea? Have they raised the price of hop a.ain?" "No,"' replied Watson. "It's a case of wanton cruelty to animals. Some depraved but mysterious miscreant has gone and painted a coat of green on the Hon. Malachy Hoyne's dogJ I'll say it's an outrage !" "Hm!" hmd Holmes, showing that he was thinking deeplv. "What kind of a dog is It?" Watson picked up the een!ng paper to read the details. "An Airedale." he said. "An Airedale?" "Yes. an Airedale." "The mystery is solved," announced Holmes as he reached for his yenhok and prepared to cook a pill. "But what do you make of it, Watson?" "Who. me?" replied the do: tor. "It looks to me Ilka the wrk of some one who hates Hoyno or some one who hates dogs." "Wrong again, as usual." answered Holmes. "It is the work of one who loves dogs and who loves nature. The Airedale." Aire-dale." he went on, "was created in a moment mo-ment when Dame Nature had gone daft over cubist art. She probably was sorry when she gazed upon her handiwork, but it was too late. Now comes the mysterious mysteri-ous man with the green paint. Being a lover of dogs, he naturally hated to see it suffer for no animal can look like an Airedale without suffering. Being a lover of nature, he naturally hated to see her shown up as a cubist. So, in the goodness of his heart, he attempted to camouflage the Airedale as a meadow in June. And what could be more beautiful than a meadow in June?" "Wonderful!" cried Watson, "wonderful!" "wonder-ful!" But the great detective did not hear. He had taken a long draw on the stem. |