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I JSj Pol ly and Her Pal Is Sure, They*re Tickle-Proof Copyright, 1918, Iaternational Nmn Berrice. By Cl iff Sterrett Ik. TH E MARVELOUS 5A6LEBEAK SPRODER PITCHES The starfish GIANTS LOSE a(,T:> I? HINKY DINKS WIN ACTIN'. STANDING Or THE CLUBS vu l TT5* HINKHS" 4- 0 .1000 "GIANTS" 1 1 *500 SOOlHIcS" 1 a 500 .PUEAS" 0 4- -00C "G'^hTs" PLA'f Pleas ■MEXT! ■— ■ • „ i Better Than Sherlock YT ! Holmes at His Best v_Y l: E] e: k o: F 1 n H [] E FORTY 1 FA Cl [?Q A Detective Story of Thrilling LYwT Interest, Love and Mystery ASHE HAS CHANGEcTN HER NJNO, SHE J WANTS SOME COAL T'DAT 1 By T. W. HANSHAW. Copyright by Doubleda*, Page *& Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “Hood Lud! Suspect me of murder— f murder?” exclaimed the doctor in *uch hot indignation it was a wonder his voice did not wake the sick man in the room beyond. “I never heard anything so abominable, so mon strous, in all my life. You’ll do me honor of letting me know, please, ■n what grounds Mr. Redway, or headway, or whatever your internal IS * "' K '" * g Cftek. doctor—don't both ■ v-ho trying to remember the I've no further use Tor it. io name—Cleek; Special In- Agent of Scotland Yard. Mind footstool. Doctor—you haven't ' ui glasses on. Pafrdon, your lady- •' 1 • i*? Oh, yes, Cleek is correct— Headland was as fictitious as R* j d- As for the rest, you may take ' dear girt back to your heart with feet confidence. There’s no Nihl- ‘ in the case at a!’: and what is rno jour son's life is not threat ened nor has it ever been. It’s just a plain little game of Paddy and the pigs and Paddy got nine of them be fore his inning ran out. Sit down, Doctor—I want to tel you a nice lit tle story about a bit of green chalk and a gentleman of the Fenian per suasion who learned how to dance on nothing to a tune that was played by Jack Ketch exactly 20 years ago. “You will be too young to remem ber the circumstances, of course, but Lady Jennifer will, I am sure, readily I t-ecall the execution of Michael Du- j lahey and Patrick Shawn, two Fenian fanatics who objected to queens on principle and set out to manifest that objection by a cowardly and mur derous attempt to blow up one of the royal palaces of England in the dead of the night whilst she who was at once queen, woman and mother was sleeping in it. They did not accom plish their object, but they did suc ceed i:i killing two men, two soldiers on guard, and making fatherless nine I little children. Well, they paid for i ihat act with their miserable lives. IA stern, just, inflexible judge and twelve brave jurors tried and sen tenced them to death and, facing the spleen and venom of their kind—- for they represented merely a frac tion, not Ireland itself—that judge stood by his guns and did his duty by his country, his queen and his God. That was twenty years ago— now* mark what followed. The vicious son of a vicious father, nurs ing a rancor as bitter as it was deep, as lasting as it was malicious, set gut to avenge that father's death and to wipe out the grudge he enter tained for all who had been instru mental in bringing it about. Four teen men had been the means of bringing about that death—the Judge, the crown prosecutor and twelve jurymen—and he set out, this skulk ing, cowardly, stab-in-the-back as sassin, to secretly murder those men one by one; andjjhe better to do it. he (’hose to mak|Ui6 of the medical profession that 1» might crawl into their homes and sting like any other snake. Nixie lives have already paid the forfeit; the tenth—that of Mr. Herbert Bartwick-Spale, formerly crown prosecutor and at present oc cupying the top flat in this house ” He was suffered to say no more. Of a sudden a table went over, a brown leather bag struck him full in the face and a flying figure shot past him, bowled over Mr. Narkom and bolted out of the door. “’Ware wolf!” sang out Cleek; then broke into a sudden laugh as there rose a scramble and a cry and the clash of locked bodies bumping down the stairs. “Played,* my lads, played! Fetch him in and let’s have a look at the gentleman with his wig and his sidewhiskers pulled off.” Then there carne another snarling cry, another clatter of feet, a rush and a roar across the landing and into the room; and then, of a sud den. there appeared upon the thres hold the writhing and battling shape of Flannigan close gripped by the I hands of the two plain-clothes men. “Well, Paddy Shawn, you've driven I your pigs to a fine market to be sure,” said Cleek. “And after only thirty years of life! Doctor, how do you like your good and careful as sistant, whose only concern for your welfare was that nothing should in terfere with your performance of your duty until he had used you to the utmost and had finished his mur derous work. Take him away, my lads- lie’ll get. what’s coming to him at the proper time. That’s all—cut along! ” Just Before You Cams. “When did 1 first suspect the truth, jour ladyship? Well, 1 think 1 got the first inkling of it just before you came. You will remember, Mr. Nark om, that it was the fact of the chalk being green which impressed me— green is so essentially Irish that one’s first thoughts fly to the Emerald Isle immediately it is put in evidence. Th» n when I put that fact in connec tion with the figures and began to 'York those out, and afterward linked both with the name of Sir Gorreli James and the ages of the man who had been killed—oh, well, it began to take shape at once, of course. You see, there was the ‘green’ which stood fur Ireland, and the figures which stood for Fenianlsm, and—what’s that? How did J come to the con clusion that they really did do that? My dear Mr. Narkom, you certainly observed how I got hold of that par ticular clue? You remember I first tried the days of the week and then the letters of the alphabet and finally the months of the year. Surely, when I ticked off January, February, March you must have gained a hint at least? Why? Well, because if the 3 stood for the third month and the third month is March, the 17 needs no working out at all if it’s an affair that has to do with Irish matters; for the 17th of March is St. Patrick's Day. So, when 1 had these clews to start on and added to them, first, what I knew regarding Sir Gorreli James: then the ages of the several men killed, and finally the significant foci that the gentleman who lives in the top flat at this house is he who was tlie Ciown Prosecutor at the time oi the great Dulaney-Shawn trial, why shouldn't I begin to see light? Still, I never was quite certain upon that point until i bent Dollops to look up the records of that trial and to bring me a list of the names of the jury men and also the name of the boy (the son of one or the other of the two prisoners; I couldn’t quite remember which) who was held up in court, by his mother at the time of the convic tion and told to ‘Look at the faces of thorn that’s callin’ a martyr a mur derer, and never ye rest till you’ve put the lie’s mfirk on every livin’ son of them.’ To Be Continued To-morrow. This Applies to Cats. T is a fact that a lion’s or a tiger's whiskers once taken off will never grow again. These animals shed their hair ordinarily once a. year, all except the whiskers. The shedding depends entirely upon the climate, and there Is a peculiar thing connected with it. Men who have taken wild animal* from Asia and Africa to Europe say that they never knew a lion or a tiger nr any animal of the cat species to go through the lin # < a without changing <•< at. They wil. shed at Suakim and come out with hair fresh and glossy a j silk, and yet. going through the Red Sea they wil) shed uga n. No one lu been able to account for it, but it is . a fact, nevertheless * w V ' t*