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8YN0PSI8. The formation of a partnership *( profeaeor and aide in crime science between Oral* Kennedy. university chemistry professor, and Walter Jameson, newspaper In* interested In a series of murders by a master criminal who leaves no other Clue to his Identity than the slam manual of a "Clutching Hand." Elaine Dodice, whose father Is one of the latest victims the beginning of "Kelmody's* scientific Investigation of the murder. SECOND EPISODE The "Twilight 8leep." Kennedy had thrown himself wholeheartedly Into the solution of the mysterious Dodge case. Far Into the night, after the chal^■jenge of tbe forged finger print, he - ^Bpntlnued at work, endeavoring to ex^nct a clue from the meager evi^^Bpce — a bit of cloth and trace of poialready obtained from other cases, dropped around at tbe Dodge the next morning. Early though found Elaine r trifle paler, lovely than ever, and Perry ^^^^^^^Lthemselves vainly endeavorthe mystery of the ClutchDodge's he standing ^^^^^^ker some there." feeling he Elaine a more tenbusiness ^^^^^^^^^^^-found que^^^^^^^^^%nxlouBly. turning eagerly — yet." be answered, shakhead, buL conveying a quiet of confidence In his tone. ^^VJust then Jennings, the butler, enHBered, bringing the morning papers. Elaine seized the Star and hastily opened it. On the first page was the story I had telephoned down very late In tbe hope of catching a last city edition We all bent ov^f and Craig read •loud: "CLUTCHING HANDSTILL AT LARGE New York's Master Criminal Remains Undetected — Perpetrates New Daring Murder and Robbery on Millionaire Dodge. He had scarcely finished reading the brief but alarming news story that I followed and laid the paper on the desk when a stone came smashing " through the window from the street Startled, w'e all Jumped to our feet. Craig hurried to the window Not a soul was in sight! . He stooped and picked up the stone To It was attached a piece of paper. Quickly he unfolded It and "Craig Kennedy will give up his search for tbe Clutching Hand —or die!" Later I recalled that there seemed to be a slight noise downstairs, as if at the cellar window, through which tbe masked man had entered the night betore In point of fact, one who had been outside at the time might actually have seen a sinister face at that cellar window, but to us upstairs it was invisible. The face was that of the servant. Michael Without another word Kennedy j passed into the drawing room and took his hat and coat. Both Elaine Bind Bennett followed. "I'm afraid I must ask you to excuse ipe — for the present." Craig ! apologized. Elaine^ looked at him anxiously. "You — you will not let that letter | Intimidate you?" she pleaded, laying her soft white hand on bis arm. "Oh, Mr. Kennedy," she added, bravely keeping back the tears, "avenge him! All the money in the world would be too little to pay — if only—" At the mere mention ot money Kennedy's face seemed to cloud, but only for a moment. Til "try," he said simply. Elaine did not withdraw her hand as she continued to look up at him. "Miss Dodge." he went on, his voice steady, as though he were repressing something, "I will never take another case untii the 'Clutching Hand' is captured." The look of gratitude she gave him would have oeen a princely reward ' Is itself. It was some time after these events that Kennedy, reconstructing what had happened, ran across, in a strange way which I need not tire the reader by telling, a Doctor Haynes. head of the Hillside Sanitarium for Women, whose story 1 shall relate substantially as we received It from his own lips: It must have been that same night a I distinguished visitor drove up in a cab to our Hillside sanitarium, rang the bell and was admitted to my office. 1 am, by the way, the superintending physician, and that night 1 was sitting with Doctor Thompson, my assistant. In the office discussing a rather later

eating case, when an attendant came < in with a card and handed it to me. It read simply, "Dr. Ludwig Reinstrom, t Coblenz." 1 "Here's that Doctor Reinstrom. t Thompson, about whom my friend in i Germany wrote tbe other day." 1 re- I marked, nodding to the attendant to 1 admit 'Doctor Reinstrom. I might explain that while 1 was i abroad some time ago I ^nade a particular study of the "Daemmerschlaf" t — otherwise, the "twilight sleep" — at i « Freiburg where It was developed, and at other places In Germany where the i rbjeel had attracted great attention, was much impressed and bad imported the treatment to Hillside. i While we waited I reached into my desk and drew out the letter to which | I referred, which ended, I recall: "As Doctor Reinstrom is in Amer- i lea, he will probably call on you. 1 1 i am sure you will be glad to know bim. j 1 jWith kindest regards, 1 am. "FYaternally yours,EMIL SCHWARZ. M. D.. "Director. Leipsic Institute of Medl- | , "Most happy to meet you. Doctor | | Reinstrom." 1 greeted the new arrival, | t as he entered our office. | i For several minutes we sat and ] chatted of things medical here and j | abroad. "What Is it. doctor." I asked finally, "that interests you most In America?" "Oh," he replied qbickly with an ex- , | pressive gesture, "it Is the broadmind j edness with which you adopt tbe best from all over the world; regardless of prejudice. For instance. 1 am very i much interested in the new 'twilight i . sleep.' Of course, you have borrowed ( it largely from us. but It interests me to see whether you have modified it ' . with practice. In fact. 1 have come to I . Hillside sanitarium particularly to see ' it used. Perhaps we may learn something from you." It was most gracious, and^otb Doctor Thompson and myself were charmed by our visitor. I reached over - and touched a call button and our head nurse entered from a rear room. "Are there any operations going on j now?" I asked I She looked mechanically at her watch. "Yes. there are two cases, now. I think." she answered. "Would you like to follow our tech- i nique?" 1 asked, turning to Doctor I | Reinstrom. "I should be delighted." he acqut- I A moment later we passed down the . corridor of the sanitarium, still chat- ; ting At the door of a ward I spoke to the attendant, who indicated that a and Doctor Reinstrom and 1 entered , the room. . j There, in perfect quiet, which is an i essential part of the treatment, were! several woman patients lying in bed | in the ward- Before us. two nurses and ( I spoke to the doctor. Doctor j , ' Holmes, by the way. who bowed polite- j strom. then turned quickly to his work, . "Miss Sears." he asked ol one of the nurses, "will you bring me that hypo- | dermic needle?" I "You w ill see. Doctor Reinstrom." I injected in a low tone, "that we follow | ; in the main your FYeiburg treatment. ! We use scopolamln and narkophln." i | I held up the bottle, as I said it. a 1 : rather peculiar shaped bottle, too. "And the pain?" he asked. 1 ! "Practically the same as In your ex1 perience abroad. We do not render | the patient unconscious, but prevent ' I her from remembering anything that goes on." ! Doctor Holmes, the attending pbysi- ' j cian. was just starting the treatmentFalling his hypodermic, he selected a spot on the patient's arm where it had been scrubbed and sterilized, and Injected the narcotic "And yon say they have no recollection of anything that happens?" asked Reinstrom. "Absolutely none — if the treatment Is given properly." 1 replied, confidently. ' "Wonderful!" ejaculated Reinstrom as we left the room ! Now comes the strange part of my > 5 story. After Reinstrom had gone. Docr tor Holmes, the attending physician 5 of the woman whom he had seen anesthetized. missed his syringe and the 1 bottle of scopolamln. ' Holmes. Miss Sears and Miss Stern all hunted, but it could not be found. ; Others had to be procured. 9 I thought little of it at the time, but ' since then it has occurred to me that 9 It might interest you. Professor Kenr nedy. and 1 give It to you for what it ' ma; be worth. It was early the next morning that I 1 awoke to find Kennedy already up and i gone from our apartment. I knew he * | must be at the laboratory, and. gatherb ing the mail, which the postman had e just slipped through the letter slot, I went over to the university to see him. 8 As 1 looked over the letters to cull K out my own one In a woman's handU writing on attractive note paper ad- !• dressed to him caught my aye

As I came up the path to the chemistry building I saw through the window that. In spite of his getting there early, he was finding It difficult to keep mind on his work. It was tbe first time I bad ever known anything to Interfere with science In his life. "Well." I exclaimed as I entered, "yon are the early bird. Did you have any breakfast?" 1 tossed down the letters. He did not reply. So I became absorbed in the morning paper. 8till, 1 did not neglect to watch him covertly out of tbe corner of my eye. Quickly he ran over the letters, Instead of taking them, one by one, in his usual methodical way. I quite complimented my superior acumen. He selected tbe dainty note. A moment Craig looked at It in anticipation, then tore It open eagerly was still watching his face over tbe top of the paper and was surprised to i that.it Bhowed. first, amazement, j then pain, as though something had j him. i He read It again — then looked I straight ahead, as if in a daze. Suddenly he jumped up. bringing his tightly clenched fist down with a loud | clap into tbe palm of his hand. "By heaven!" he exclaimed. "I — I wuir He strode hastily to the telephone Almost angrily he seized the receiver and asked for a number: "Wb-w bat's the matter. Craig!" I out eagerly. As he waited lor the number, he' threw the letter over to me. I took | it and read: j "Professor Craig Kennedy. "The University. The Heights. City. "Dear Sir: - "1 have 'come to the conclusion that l ! your work Is a hindrance rather than an assistance in clearing up my ' I father's death, and I hereby beg to | state that your sen-ices are no longer required. This is a final decision, and 1 beg that you 'will not try' to see me . I again regarding the matter. "ELAINE DODGE." j If it had been a bomb 1 could not I been more surprised. I could not make it out. j Kennedy impatiently worked the re- 1 j ceiver up and down, repeating the j I number. "Hello — hello." be repeated. . | "Yes — hello. Is Miss — oh— good mornMiss Dodge." | He was hurrying along as if to give i I no chance-to cut him off. "I have Just received a letter. Miss Dodge, tell- i

ing me that you don't want me to con- .. tfnue investigating your father's death, and not to try to see you again He stopped. 1 could hear the reply. "Why — no — Mr Kennedy, I have The look of mingled relief and surprise that crossed Craig's face spoke "Miss Dodge." he almost shouted, "this is a new trick ot the 'Clutching Hand.' 1 — I'll be right over.' Craig hung up the reeciver and turned from the telephone. Evidently he was thinking deeply. Suddenly his ; face seemed to light up He made up his mind to something, and a moment later be opened the cabinet — that in1 exhaustible storehouse from which be ! seemed to draw weird and curious in- ' j struments that met the ever new prob- ' lems which his strange profession 1 brought to him. I watched curiously. He took out a 1 bottle and what looked like a little hypodermic syringe, thrust them into 1 his pocket and, for once, oblivious to ■ j my very existence, deliberately walked I out of the laboratory., I did not propose >o be thus eava- ■ lierly dismissed I suppose It would " have looked ridiculous tc a third par ■ ty. but 1 followed him as hastily as if he had tried to shut the door on his own shadow. ' ' We arrived at the corner above the I Dodge house just in time to see anotbi er visitor — Bennett — enter. "And. Perry," we heard Elaine say, I as we were ushered in, "someone has ' even forged my name — the handwriting and everything— telling Mr. Ken I nedy to drop the case — and I never knew." She stopped as we entered. "That's the UmK!" exclaimed Beni I

nett. "MIbs Dodge baa. just been telling me—" j , "Yea." interrupted Craig "Look. , Miss Dodge, this is K." , He handed ber tbe letter. She al- , , most seised it, examining it carefully, j ber large eyea opening wider in won- ) , der. "This la certainly my Vrriting and g my note paper," she murmured, "but , I I never wrote the letter!" | , Craig looked from the letter to her , 1 keenly. No one said a word. For , r a moment Kennedy hesitated, think- » i Ing. | "Might I — er — see your room, Mlaa j Dodge?" be asked at length. ] r "Why. certainly," nodded Elaine, as , > she lead the way upstairs. | It was a dainty little room, breath- , ing the spirit of its mistress. In fact. , It seemed a sort of profanity as we , , all followed in after her. For a mo- j > | ment Kennedy stood still, then he , . ! carefully looked "about At the side j I j of the bed. near the head, he stooped and picked up something which he , I held in the palm of his hand. 1 , bent over. Something gleamed in the ■ , I morning sunshine — some little thin | I pieces of glass. As he tried deftly to ( i fit the tiny little bits together he ■ I seemed absorbed in thought. Quick- ( I ly he raised it to his nose, as if to ( ' smell It. | r "Ethyl chloride!" he muttered. - wrapping the pieces carefully in a I paper and putting them inside his pocket | An instant later he crossed the , . robm to the window and examined it "Look!" be exclaimed. | There, plainly, were marks of a jimnry which had been Inserted near I the lock to pry It open. ; | t : Miss Dodge," he asked, "might I — ( ( might I trouble you to let me see . , your arm?" j Wonderlngly she did so. and Ken- . j nedy bent almost reverently over I her plump arm examining it , On it was a small dark discolora- ' tion. around which was a slight redness and tenderness. That," he said slowly, "is the I mark of a hypodermic needle." As he finished examining Elaine's ] arm he drew the letter from nis pock- . | et Still facing ber he said in a low j , 1 lone. "Miss Dodge — you did write this I letter — but under the Influence of the . new twilight sleep.' " I "Why. Craig." 1 exclaimed excited- , | ly, "what do you mean?" , I "Exactly what I say. With Miss . 1 Dodge's permission I shall show you.

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vBy a small administration of the drug, which will injure you in no way. Miss Dodge. 1 think 1 can bring hack the memory of all that occurred to you j last night Will ybij allow me?" i "Mercy, no!" protested ber Aunt Jo- ' sephine. who had euteTed the room. j "1 want the experiment to be tried." ' Elaine said .quietly. A moment later Kennedy had placed ber on a couch in the corner of the "Now, Mrs. Dodge. ' he said, "please bring me a ba«n and a towel." Aunt Josephine, reconciled, brought i them. Kennedy dropped an anttsep- ; 1 tic tablet into the water and carefully sterilized Elaine's arm just above tbe spot where the red mark showed. 1 Then he drew the hypodermic from bis pocket— carefully sterilized it. also, and filling it with acopolamin from the bottle. •Just a moment. Miss Dodge." he encouraged, as he jabbed the needle ' 1 into her arm. 1 She did not wince. j , "Please lie back on the couch.' he directed. Then turning to us he add- i ed. "it takes some time lor this to I work Our criminal got over this fact and prevented an outcry by using ethyl chloride first. Let me reconstruct the scene." As we watched Elaine going under , a'owly Craig talked. "That night, he said, "warily, the j masked criminal of the 'Clutching Hand.' bent over, his arm crooked, i might have been seen down below ua in the ally. Up here. Miss Dodge, worn out by the strain of her father's • death, let ua say, was nervously trying to read, to do anything that would take her mind off the tragedy. Perhaps she fell asleep.

"Just then the -Clutching Hand' ap- i pearerf. He came stealthily through < that window, which he had openeo. A I moment be hesitated, seeing Elaine I asleep. Then he tiptoed over to the 1 let ua say. and for a moment < at her. sleeping. f A second later he had thrust 'his into his pocket and had taken out ] small glass bulb with a long thin I neck. That was ethyl chloride— a 1 drug which produces a quick anesthe- | aia. But it lasts only a minute or two. | was enough As he broke the I glass neck of the bulb — letting the pieces fall on the floor near the bedshoved tbe thing under Elaine's < face, turning his own heed away and 1 holding a handkerchief over his own nose. The mere heat of his hand is I enough to cause the ethyl chloride to I out and overcome her instantly. He steps away from her a moment and < replaces the Bow empty vial In his < pocket. . S "Then he took a box from his pocket, opened it. There must have been a syringe and a bottle of scopolamln. j Where they came from 1 do not know, | but perhaps from some hospital. I j : shall have to find that out later. He went to Elaine, quickly jabbing the needle, with no resistance from ber | Slowly he replaced the bottle and the needle In -his pocket. He could not bavs been in any hurry now, for it takes time for the drug to Kennedy paused. Had we known at. the time, Michael— he of a sinister face — must have been in the hallway that night, careful that no one\saw him. A tap at the door and the "Clutching Hand" must have beckoned A moment's parley and they separated — "Clutching Hand ' going back to Elaine, who was now under the influence of the second drug. "Our criminal," resumed Kennedy thoughtfully, "may have shaken Elaine. She did not answer. Then he may have partly revived her. She must have been startled. 'Clutching Hand,' perhaps, was half crouching, with a big jjgly blue steel revolver leveled full in her face. "'One word and 1 shoot!" he probably cried. 'Get up!' ; "Trembling, she must have done so. 'Your slippers and a kimono,' he would naturally have ordered. She : put them on mechanically. Then be must have ordered her to go out of • the door and down the stairs. 'Clutcb- | ing Hand' must have followed, and as he did so he would have cautiously put ! out the lights." I We were following, spellbound, Kennedy's graphic reconstruction of what must have happened. Evidently be had struck cl^se to the truth. Elaine's eyes were closed. Gently Kennedy led ' her along. "Now, Miss Dodge," he en- | couraged. "try — try hard to recollect j just what It was that happened last night— everything." As Kennedy paused after his quick ! recital, she seemed to tremble all over. | Slowly she began to speak We stood | awestruck. Kennedy hud been right! . The girl was now living over again | those minutes that had been forgotten—blotted out by the drug. And it was all real to ber. too — ter- ! rlbly real. She was speaking, plaiuly in terror "I see a man— oh. such a figureface — he threatens me I put on my I am in a daze I know what I am doing— and I don't know. 1 go out | Elaine shuddered again at the n col f the room where he killed my father Moonlight outside streams m i ns masked man and I come in. He "'Go to the sate, he says, and do it— the new sale, you know. Dc you know the combination? he asks me Yes." 1 reply, too Irightened 10 " "Open it then.' he says, waving that awful revolver closer. I do so. Hast- j ily he rummages through it. throwing papers here and there. But he seems not to find what be Is after and turns : away, swearing fearfully. "'Hang it!" he cries at me. 'Where ! else did your father keep papers? 1 ' point in desperation at the desk He j l takes oue last look at the safe, shoves I all the papers he has strewn on the j floor back again and slams the sale shut. "'Now, come on, he says, indicating with tbe guu thai he wants me tc tolt low him away from the safe. At the desk be repeats the search But he finds nothing. Almost I think he ts about to kill me. 'Where -else did your 1 father keep papers?' he hisses fiercely, . still threatening me with the gun "I am too frightened to speak But at last I am able to say. 1—1 don't 1 1 know ! Again be threatens me As God is my judge." I cry. I don t Know ' It is fearful Will he shoot me? "Thank heaven! At last he believes j | j me. But such a look ol foiled fury I . before. I " Sit down!' he growls.' adding, at ! the desk.' 1 do. T | " 'Take some of your note paper — 1 tbe best.' I do that. too. 1 " And a pen.' ne goes on. My fin- : gers can hardly bold it- " 'Now — write!' he Bays, and as he I dictates, I write" — r "This?" interjected Kennedy, eager- : I ly holding up tbe letter that he had , s j received from her. : ! Elaine looked it over with her drug- j • laden 6y*s. "Yes," she nodded, then ' lapsed again to the scene Itself. "He j • reads It over, and as he does so says, | • 'Now, address an envelope. Himself j he folds the letter, seals the envelope, j 1 stamps it, and drops it into his pocket, i " hastily straightening the desk. I " "Now go ahead of me— agate.

ueave the room— no. by the Ball door. We are going Back epetaira.' obey aim. and at the door Be switches off the tights. Hon l stand I dc not know. go upstairs mechanically into my own room — 1 and this masked man. "Take ofl the kimono and slippers!' he orders. 1 do that. -Get into he grow la 1 crawl la fearfully. For a- moment Be looks about — then goee out— with a look back as he goes. Oh! Oh! That hand — which he raises at me— THAT HAND' The poor gtrt was sitting bolt upright. staring straight at the ball door, as we watched and listened, fascinated. Kennedy was bending over, soothing her. 8be gave evidence ot coming out from the effect of the drug. i noticed that Bennett had suddenly moved a step in the direction ot the door at which she stared. "By heavens!' he mattered, staring. too. "Look!" We did look. A letter was slowly I being inserted under the door. - j i took a quick step forward. That moment 1 felt a rough tug at my

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arm, and a voice whispered: "Wait, you chump!" 1 It was Kennedy. He had whipped out his automatic and had carefully i leveled il at the door. Before he could ' lire, however. Bennett had rushed I ahead. 1 followed. We looked down the ball. Sure enough, the figure of a ' 1 man could be seen disappearing ' I around an angle. ' I followed Ben- ' nett out ot the door and down the j hall , 1 Words cannot keep pace with what i followed. Together we rushed to the [ back stairs. "Down there, while I go down the front!" cried Bennett. 1 went down, and he turned -and went down the other flight. As be did so Craig followed him. Suddenly, in the drawing room. I bumped into a figure on the other side , 1 We struggled. Rtp! The portieres . came down, covering me entirely, i Over and over we went, smashing a attacked me. too. ' "I've cot him —Kennedy!" I heard A scream to'lnnd from Aunt Josephine Suddenly tin port .ere* were : pulled off me i . "The deuce'" pu . < ■! Kennedy "Its Bennett had rushed plumn Into t me. coming the oilier way. bidden • 1 by the portieres! 5 ' It we had known at the lime, our 4 , Michael ot 'he sinister fare had * gained the library and was standing In thi center of the room. !'• had 9 heard me comiDg and had fled to the ' drawing room. As we finished our 9 i struggle In the library he rose hastilv s from behind the C an in the otV " a : rm m. where he ha., dropped and " t a rn'etly and hastily di*appe.ir»d •hroegh anotbei door 5 Laughing and breathing hard ir-e* I" helped me to my feet, it was 9 joke to me. t was sore in ever* p bone. s Well, where did he go?" Insist -J r Bennett I "1 don't know — perhaps back tin re. f Bennett and I argued a mon-'-t t then started knd stopped short An-' a Josephine had run downstairs a • was now shoving the letter Into Craig s hands s , We gathered about him curlouslv I He opered it On 't that awe e some Clutching Hand again j Kennedy read it. For a i:u.me-it t he stood and studied it. then slowly i crushed it In his baud. Just then Elaine, nale and shaken frarn the ordeal she had vo'untarlly 9 gone through, burst in upon ua from I upstairs. Without a word che ad8 I v arced to Craig and tock the letter ' from him. Inside, as on the envelotie, was I that same signature ot the Clutching | Hand 1- Elaine gazed at It, wlld-eveo then II | at Craig. Craig smilingly reached for 8 j the note, took it, folded it. and uts i. ! concernedly thrust It into hie pocket, f "My God!" she cried, clasping her i, | hands convulsively, and repeating tbe 1. 1 -wordr of the letter. "YOUR LAST I WARNING!" k fTO BK tfNTOJUED.) %