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Show I THE SPANISH FORK PRESS. SPANISH FORK. UTAH Shortly after I heard that the it and retain Jones! he retorted with such asFederal authorities were going after the Trust, so I called on Mr. Elver- tounding emphasis that the monosyllable fairly exploded in the other's son. Mistake Number One. Elverson is face. Well, well, well, said the elder straight, but his office Is fuller of leaks than a sieve. man, his aspect suddenly mollified. That's probably why I found my Dont bite me. What kind of a Jones private laboratory reeking of cyanide are you, and what do you want of fumes a fortnight later, remarked me? I got to the outer air Dorr dryly. Ordinary variety of Jones. I want alive, but not much more. to know about your dog. Where is this laboratory? Had my reporters on this case. Over in Flatbush, where I live or Found nothing. I own the Bridgeport did live. Within a month after that Delineator. a man sneaked up behind me and shot What about the dog? at me. The police told me to be sure Good boy! approved the old and not let the newspapers know. martinet. Sticks to his point Dog Then they forgot.it. was with me crossing a vacant lot on Of course Average Jones laughed. next square. Chased a rat. Rat ran they did. Didn't you take any other Into a heap of old timber. Dog nosed precautions? around. Gave a yelp and came back Oh, yes. I reported the attempt to to me. Had spasm. Died in fifteen Judge Elverson. He gave me the two minutes. Fourth dog to go the same dogs." way In the last week. All on Golden me. jfcrdoe Jones & Samuel nqpWivf AaQrrVvT Red Dot SSStt$$S$S$$; Mr. A. V. R. E. Jones Average Jones, his friends called him was tired of spending his dead uncles millions In New York and doing nothing more and craved to take part In the dynamic activities of life. At the suggestion of Walde-ma- r, owner of an Important and decent newspaper, he opened offices In Astor court and went In for following up queer advertisements In the newspapers and tracing down fraudulent boomed. i I 5 f f . 1 t ! t i f ! r,! i I :'! 4 , i!i it ! ! i advertisers. Business "A friend." Quite so. Was It that er friend who er offered the reward?" What makes you think that? This, to be frank: The minute you answered my question as to whether you cared for dogs, 1 knew you didn't. Mr. Dorr, who er has been er threatening your life? The chemist swung around In his chair. What do you know? he demanded. Nothing. Im guessing. It's a fair guess that a reasonably valuable brindle bull Isn't presented to a man who cares nothing for dogs without some reason. The most likely reason is protection. Is it in your case? Yes, it is, replied the other, after some hesitation. And now the protection is gone. Don't you think you'd better let me in on this?" Let me speak to my my legal adviser first. He called up a downtown number on the telephone and asked to be connected with Judge Elverson. If that is United States District Attorney Roger Elverson, tell him that it is A. V. IL Jones who wants to know." Almost immediately Average Jones was called back from the hallway, whither he had gone. Elverson says to tell you the whole thing, said the chemist "in confidence, of course. Understood. Now, who Is it that wants to get rid of you? The Paragon Pressed Meat com- Average Jones became vitally concerned In removing an infinitesimal Ah, he speck from his left cuff. commented, the Canned Meat Trust. What have you been doing to them? Sold them a preparation of my invention for deodorizing certain byproducts used for manufacturing purposes. Several months ago I found they were using it on canned meats that had gone bad, and then selling the stuff. Would the meat so treated be poisonous? "Well dangerous to any one eating It habitually. 1 wrote, warning them that they must stop. 1 . "Two? Both Yes. Rags and Tatters. killed right here in this room." Average Jones became suddenly very much worried about the second button of his coat. Er where were you? he drawled. "I was here when Tatters got his death. I had gone to the washroom at the farther end of the ball when Rags was poisoned. "Was there evidence of poison? Pathological only. In Tatters case it was very marked. He was dozing in a corner near the radiator when I heard him yelp and saw him snapping at his belly. It was like strychnine poisoning. Before I could get a veterinary here he was dead. "What about the other dog?" Rags? That was the day before yesterday. We had just come over from Flatbush and Rags was nosing Hill." Any suspicions? Suspicions? Certainly, young man, certainly. Look at this. Average Jones took the smutted newspaper proof which his host extended, and read: WARNING RESIDENTS OF THE Golden Hill nelKhborhooil are earnestly cautioned against unguarded handling of timber about woodpiles or outbuildings until further notice. Danger! Who offered It?" Professor Moseley. Tenant of mine. Frame house on the next corner Actwith conservatory. ed half-crazwhen he brought it to the office, so the business manager said. Wouldn't sign his name to the thing. Wouldnt say anything about it Begged the manager to let him y ble. He had killed himself. Why?" deBecause I was on his trail, Afraid clared Mr. Curtis Fleming. to face me." Nonsense. I believe some human being has been killed by this thing, whatever it may be, and that the horror of it drove Moseley to suicide." Prove it." t "Give me a morning paper. His host handed him the current issue of the Delineator. Average Jones studied the local page. Wheres Galvins Alley? he asked "In the Golden Hill secpresently. tion?" "Yes. "Read that. Mr. Curtis Fleming took the paper. His eyes were directed to a paragraph telling of the death of an Italian child conliving In Galvin's Alley. Cause, vulsions. "By Jove!" said he, somewhat awed. "You can reason, young man. Ive got to reason a lot further, if Im to get anywhere In this affair," said Average Jones with conviction. Do you care to come to Galvins Alley with me?" Together they went down the hill to a poor little house, 'marked by white crepe. The occupants were Italians who spoke some English. The dead childs father said a strange gentleman had come that morning; a queer, bent little gentleman, very bald and with big eyeglasses, who was kind, and wept with them and gave them money to bury the "bambino." exMoseley, by the Lord Harry! But claimed Mr. Curtis Fleming. what was the death agent? Average Jones shook his head. Too early to do more than guess. From hla Inner sanctum, Average Jones stared obliquely out upon the around In the corner Was it the same corner where Tatwhirl of Fifth avenue and muBed upon a paragraph whlcji had appeared In ters was attacked? all the Important New York morning Yes; near the radiator. He seemed to be interested in something there papers of the day before. when I left the room. 1 was gone not REWARD fl.000 REWARD FOR more than two minutes." as to slayer of Brindle BullLock the door after you? dog Rags" killed In office of Malcolm Dorr. Stengel Building, Union Square, It has a special spring lock which March 20. I had put on myself. Thats too much money for a dog," Average Jones crossed over and "decided Average Jones. looked at the contrivance. Then his Slipping on his coat he walked glance fell to a huge, briskly down the avenue, and entered keyhole below the new fastening. a glooAy old office building. StepYou didn't use that larger lock? ping from the elevator at the seventh No. I havent for months. The floor he paused underneath this sign: key is lost, I think. MALCOLM DORR, Retracing his steps the investigator Analytical and Consulting Chemist. sighted the hole from the radiator, Hours 10 to 4. and shook bis head. It's not in range, he raid. "Go on. Entering, Average Jones found a fat As I reached the door on my reyoung man, with mild blue eyes, sitturn, I heard Rags yelp. He was pawting at a desk. Mr. Dorr, I am an expert on ad- ing wildly at his nose. The veterinary vertising, and I want that one thou- didn't believe it was strychnine. Said sand dollars reward. the attacks were different. Whatever The chemist pushed his chair hack it was, I couldnt find any trace of it .and stared at him In silence. in the stomach. The veterinary took You are very fond of dogs, Mr. the body away and made a complete Dorr?" autopsy." Did he discover anything? Ehf Oh, yes. Yes, certainly," .said the other mechanically. Yes, The blood was coagulated Average Jones smiled with almost and on the upper lip he found a circle affectionate admiration at the crease of small pustules. He agreed that both along the knee of his carefully pressed dogs probably swallowed something trousers. that was left in my office, though I "Mr. Dorr," he drawled, "who er don't see how it could have got there. That won't do, returned Average owned your er dog?" A dog doesn't cry Why. I I did," said the startled Jones positively. out when he swallows poison, unless chemist. Who gave him to you! it's some corrosive. pany. r self-respec-t. "Did they reply? A man came to see me and told me ;I was mistaken. He hinted that It 1 thought my Invention was worth more (than I'd received, his principals would be glad to take the matter up with It was no corrosive. fire-escap- e After politely offering some chewing gum to his host, he chewed up a single stick thoroughly. This he rolled out to an extremely tenuous consistency and spread it deftly across the unused keyhole, which it completely though thinly veiled. Now, what's that for?" inquired the chemist, eying the improvised closure with some contempt. "Dont know, exactly yet, replied the deviser cheerfully. "All right, agreed young Mr. Dorr "Whatever your little game is, I'll play it. Give me your address In case you leave town.' As 1 may do. I am going to hire a bureau on special order to dig through the (lies of the local and neighboring city newspapers Tor recent items concerning cases. Dog poisoning seemed to Average Jones to have become a popular pastime, judging from the news items from the clipping bureau. Several days were exhausted by false clues. Then one morning there arrived an article from the Bridgeport Morning Delineator detailing the poisoning of several dogs under peculiar circumstances. Three hours later he was in the bustling Connecticut city. There he took carrtuge for the house of Mr. Curtis Fleming, whose valuable Grent Dane dog had been the lust victim. Mr. Curtis Fleming revealed himself as an elderly gentleman all grown to a point: Folnted white nose, eyes that of Irascible gleam, and were a most pointed manner of speech. Who are you? he demanded rancidly, as his visitor was ushered in. Average Jones recognized the type. He knew of but one way to deal with press-clippin- g pin-point- s , IB11 Sr WO ' f late-Beaso- n cold-bloode- red-do- to it I examined the mouth. What about the radiator? asked Average Jones, getting down on his knees beside that "antiquated contrivance. It seems to have been the center of disturbance. If you're thinking of fumes, replied the chemist, I tested for that. It isn't possible. No; I suppose not. And yet, there's the curious feature that the fatal influence seems to have emanated from the corner which is the most remote from both windows and door. Theres no and it's too far up for anything to come in from the street. Average Jones examined the walls with attention and returned to the big keyhole, through which he peeped. the older man, his beady eyes twin- club, where he offered an p,a,1tlo But why, in the name of all and elucidation. kling. "The whole affair," hs said that's unheard of, should collectors luna problem In the connecting come bothering me about 00 ' ends. At the New York moths?" i' two to announcement in deaths hid offle?"1 an the Because of this effect which will appear In the with powerful and subtle next number of the National Science Some deadly thing ia Weekly, and In coming issues of the through that keyhole. The fluence reaches a corner far out , h New York Evening Register." He handed out a rough draft of this direct line of the keyhole. Bein the radiator, that corner renr advertisement: the attraction of warmth. Th,.?1' LARGEST KNOWN the Invading force was FOR BALE-Tsome L., atlK specimens of Tropaea luna, unmounted; creature. ppread. JO and 11H Inche respectively at collecthe Now, Bridgeport end wh Also various other specimens from a deadly influence loosed. Here i tion of late Gerald Moseley of Bridgeport, Room Conn. Write for particulars. Jones, the peril Is somewhat dependent 222, Astor Court Temple, New York. on warmth, we know, from Profj What about further danger here?" Moseleys agonized eagerness Dogs are killed. Flnaii. inquired Mr. Fleming, as Average frost. Would we child falls victim, and on Jones bade him good-by- . thatchM, better run that warning of poor Mose- found a circular mark, similar ton mark on Mr. Dorrs dog' leys, after all? For reply Jones pointed out the win- see the striking points of analogy Do you mean us to bellm ' whirl of snow endow. A old Moseley a veloped the street. murdw The demanded Mr. Curtis Fleming. I see," said the old man. Far from It. At worst as unhappy frost. Well, Mr. Mysterious Jones, I of his own carelessness victim but to, what up know youre dont youve given me an Interesting day. loosing a peril upon his neighborhj Youre forgetting a connecting Let me know what comes of it. t Collectors of lepldoptera rose In the secretive communication, New from York luna of offer city addressed k, to the shoals printed moths measuring ten and eleven Moseley to himself on behalf of toni Letters customer who ordered simply by J. Inches across the wings. came In by every mall. All of these of lnkdots. He was the man I had he put aside, except such as bore a find. The giant luna moths helned . New York postmark. And each day he do it. I dont see where they come in compared the new names signed to the r New York letters with the directory all, declared Dorr bluntly, a moti of occupants of the Stengel building. a foot wide couldnt crawl through i Less than a week after the luna moth keyhole. No; nor do any damage if ft advertisement appeared, Average JoneB walked Into Malcolm Dorrs of- The luna is harmless. The moth were Important only as clues- -u fice with a twinkling eye. Do you know a man named Marcus bait. Their enormous size above; Professor Moseleys line of work; L. Ross? he asked the chemist. selective breeding of certain forms d Never heard of him." Marcus L. Ross is Interested, not life to two or three times the norm Very well; I had to a only in luna moths, but in the rest of proportions. the Moseley collection. He writes certain some creature which, if map., from the Delamater apartments, where fled several times, would be jcadl he lives, to tell me so. Also he has and which would still be capable an office In this building. Likewise entering a large keyhole. Having fc he works frequently at night. Final- termined that You found what it was?" erk ly, he Is one of the confidential lobbyists of the Paragon Pressed Meat com- Dorr. Didnt Use That Larger Lock! have the weather reports hi advance, Will you take me to Profeasor Mosevery day. The manager put the ad- eleys place? vertisement in type, aeclded not to The old house stood run It, and returned tbs money. with a patched-uconservatory on one "Weather reports, eh? Average wing. In the front room they found Jones mused for a moment. How the recluse's body decently disposed, with an undertakers assistant In long was the ad to run? "Until the first hard frost. charge. From the greenhouse came "Has there er been a er frost a subdued hissing. since? drawled Average Jones. What's that?" asked Jones. No. the Fumigating conservatory. There was a note found near the body "Who is this Moseley? Dont know much about him. Scien- Insisting on its being done. For safetific experimenter of some kind. I be- ty, it Bald, so I ordered It looked to. lieve. Very exclusive, added Mr. Cur- Come and look at his papers. You tis Fleming, with a grin. Never as- wont find much." In the sociated with any of us neighbors. desk, among Rent on the nail, though. Insane, too, a heap of undecipherable matter, apI think. Writes letters to himself parently hearing upon scientific exwith nothing in them. periments, were three How's that? Inquired Average envelopes bearing New York postJones. marks, of dates respectively, March ' The other took an envelope from his 12, March 11 and March 20. Each It got contained a sheet of papocket and handed It over. Inclosed by mistake with the copy for per, similar to that which Mr. Curtis the advertisement. The handwriting Fleming bad shown to Average Jones. on the envelope is his own. Look In- The one of earliest date bore two side. red dots: the second, three red dots, A glance had shown Average Jones and the third, two. All the envelopes that the letter bad been mailed In New were Indorsed In Professor Moseley's York on March 25. He took out handwriting; the first with the one the lnclosure. It was a small slip word "Filled." The second writing of paper. The date was stamped on was Held for warmer weather. The with a rubber stamp. There was no last was Inscribed One In poor conwriting of any kind. Near the center dition." of the sheet were three dots. They Of these Average Jones made careseemed to have been made with red ful note. The two men went to the ink. conservatory and gazed In upon a ruin Whats your interest in all this, my of limp leaves and flaccid petals, killed by the powerful gases. Suddenmysterious young friend? You four-squar- date-stampe- Two dogs In New York poisoned in something the same way as yours. Well, I've got my man. He confessed. , Confessed? echoed Average Jones. Practically. I've kept the point of the story to the last. Professor Moseley cut his throat about nine o'clock this morning. pursued the other. Dead when they found him. Do you mind not talking to ine for a minute? said Average Jones curtly. Told to hold my tongue In my own house by an uulnvltcd stripling, cackled the othor. "You're a singular young man. Have it your own way." After a five minutes' silence the visitor turned from the window and spoke. "There has been a deadly danr ger loose about here for which Moseley felt him soil tespousl- Pro-lesso- ly, with an exclamation of astonishment, the Investigator stooped and lifted from the floor a marvel of body and wings. The moth, speadlng nearly a foot, was quite dead. Here's the mate, sir," said the fu litigating expert, haqdlng him another specimen, a trifle smaller. "The place was crowded with all kinds of pretty ones. All gone where the good bugs go now." Average Jones took the pair of moths to the desk, measured them and laid them carefully away In a drawer. "And now," said Average Jones to Mr. Fleming. Pm going back to New York. If any collectors come chasing to you for luna moths, don't deal with them. Refer them to me, please. Here Is my card. Your orders shall be obeyed," said pale-gree- pany. Do you see? "I begin, replied young Mr. Dorr. It would be very easy for Mr. Ross, whose office Is on the floor above, to stop at this door on his way downstairs after quitting work late at night when the elevator bad stopped running and let us say peep through the keyhole. Malcolm Dorr got up and stretched himself slowly. The sharp, clean lines of his face suddenly stood out again under the creasy flesh. I dont know what youre going to do to Mr. Ross, he said, but I want to see him first. Im not going to do anything to behim, returned Average Jones, cause, in the first place, I suspect that he la far, far away, having noted, doubtless, the plugged keyhole and suffered a crisis of the nerves. Its strange how nervous your scientific murderer Is. Anyway, Ross is only an agent. Im going to aim higher. New York, that afternoon, saw something new in advertising. .That it really was advertising was shown by the "Adv. sign, large and plain, In both the papers which carried It. On the front page of each, stretching narrowly across three columns, was a device showing a tiny mapped outline in black marked Bridgeport, Conn., and a large skeleton draft of Manhattan Island showing the principal streets. From the Connecticut city downward ran a line of dots la red. The dots entered New York from the north, passed down Fourth avenue to the south Bide of Union square, turned west and terminated. Beneath this map was the legend, also in red: WATCH THE LINE ADVANCE IN LATER EDITIONS. It was the first time In the records of Journalism that the fudge device had been used in advertising. Great was the rejoicing of the "news when public curiosity made a "run' upon these papers. Greater It grew when the "afternoon edition" appeared. This edition carried the same fudge" advertisement, but now the red dots crossed over to Fifth avenue and turned northward as far as Twenty-third street. The Inscription was: UPWARD AND ONWARD SEE NEXT EXTRA. For the Night Extra people paid five, ten, even fifteen cents. Rumor ran wild. Other papers, even, took the matter up as news, and commented upon the meaning of the extraordinary advertisement. This time, the line went as far up Fifth avenue as Fiftieth street And the legend was ominous: WHEN I TURN, I STRIKE. That was all that evening. The dotted line did not turn. Keen as newspaper conjecture Is, It failed to connect the red-linwith the fame of which the maps," city was raging, with an Item of shipping news printed in the evening papers of the following day: red-dotte- e CLEARED-FO- R SOUTH AMERICAN ports, steam yacht Klectra. New York Owner John M. Colwell, And not until the following aid the papers aunounce thatmorning Colwell, of the Canned Meat trust, having been ordered by his phy- f Cu1..0n,a lollK B,a V0'Ke o his depleted nerves, after his house on West Fifty first closing had sailed in his own yacht. street, Brest- Ballel to far seas, and Iresi-den- t Mr. Curtis Fleming came to New York keen for explanations, for he. had too, seen th, fudge and marveled. Hence, Average Jones had him, together with young Mr. Dorr, at a private room lunchoon at the Cosmic One moment. Having determine, that, I had still to get In touch Professor Moseleys mysterious Nu York correspondent. I figured th he must be interested in Profewr Moseley's particular branch of n search or he never could have devise So I m his murderous scheme. structed the luna moth advertisemer to draw him, and when I got a re?!' from Mr. Ross, who is a feliow-tant of Mr. Dorrs, the chain wai coc plete. New, you see where the hn moths were useful. If I had adrc tised. Instead of them, the lathrodec tus, he might have suspected and it trained from answering. What's the lathrodectus?" denm; ed both the bearers at once. For answer Average Jones took letter from his pocket and read: ; e a Bureau of Entomology, U. S. Department of Washington, Agriculture D. C., April I Mr. A. V. R. Jones. Astor Court Temple, New YorkC!ty Dear Sir Replying to your letter of It qulry, the only Insert answering JK specifications is a small spider Lathrote tus mactans, sometimes popularly call. the Red Dot, from a bright red mark ip: the back. Rare cases are known has been caused by the bits ( lb Insect. Thfa bureau knows nothing of any periments In breeding the Lathrodwte for size. Your surmise that specimen two or three times the normal sis dangerous to life Is undoubtedly e rect, and selected breeding to that should be conducted only under adecuV scientific safeguards. A Lathrodecto won-- mactans with fangs large enough to pew trate the skin of the hand, and a dolin' oY triple supply of venom, would h. W haps, more deadly than a cobra... The species Is very susceptlbls to and would hardly survive a severe h It frequents woodpiles and outhouot Yours truly, L. O. HOWARD, Chief of Buwtt Then Ross was sneaking doc here at night and putting the ipM" which he had got from Professor icy. through my keyhole, In tbekw that sooner or later one of them wo get me, said Dorr. "A very reasonable expectation, returned Avow Vide, the dogs, Jones. And now, said Mr. Curtis Flemlnf will someone kindly explain to what this Ross fiend had again friend, Mr. Dorr? Nothing, replied Average J5 You see Mr. Dorr was interior with the machinery of one of our fling Institutions, the Canned Trust. Nonsense! Socialistic nonnens snapped Mr. Curtis Fleming. Tj may be unprincipled, but they Mo Individual crimes. returned smiling amiably at hi boot tip. e But why so roundabout od? asked Dorr skeptically. Well, they tried the ordinary ods of murder on you through That didn't work. It was up to trust to put one of Its own conflw' tial men on It Ross Is an s , lie devised entomologist. that looked to be pretty safe the long run, sure. "And would have been but for ' skill, young Jones, deciured Mr. tls Fleming, with emphasis. Avorage Jones shook his head, to might give some of the credit HtW Idence, he said. Just one of would have meant the saving Italian child, and of Professor ley, and the death ot Dorr, instew the other way around. "And that event! asked Mr. 1 Fleming. ,i r Five degrees of frost in port," replied Average Jon11' Dont they?" Afl-Jone- . (Copyright. The Bobbs-Mrrl- res"" |