THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: JANUARY 10, 1915.
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A Detective Novel and a Motion Picture Drama
Presented by The Omaha Bee in Collaboration with the Famous Pathe
Players and the Eclectic Film Co.
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Arnold Daly and "Craig Kennedy"
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Written by Arthur B. Reeve
The Well-Known Novelist'and the Creator of the "Craig' Kennedy" Stories
Dramatized into a Photo-Play by Charles Goddard
Author of "The Perils of Pauline"
Cast of Leading Characters in the Motion Picture Reproduction by the Famous Pathe Players
ELAINE DODGE Miss Pearl White
CRAIG KENNEDY Mr. Arnold Daly
HARRY BENNETT
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"The Twilight Sleep
(Copyright, 1914, by the Star Company. All For
eign Rights Reserved.)
KENNEDY had thrown himself whole
heartedly Into the solution of the mys
terious Dodge case.
Far into the night, after the chal
lenge of the' forged finger print, he
'continued at work, endeavoring to extract a clue
from the meagre evidence the bit of cloth and
trace of poison already obtained from other cases,
and now added the strange succession of events
that surrounded the T&gody we had just witnessed.
We dropped around at the Dodge house the
next morning. Early though it was. .we found
Elaine, a trifle paler, but more lovely than ever,
and Perry Bennett, themselves vainly endavoring
to solve the mystery of the Clutching Hand.
They were at Dodge's desk, she in the big desk
chair, he standing beside her, looking over some
papers, -
"There's nothing there," Bennett was saying
ai we entered '
I could not help feeling that he was gazing
down at Elaine a bit more tenderly than mere busi
ness warranted.
"Have you found anything?" queried Elaine
anxiously, turning eagerly to Kennedy.
"Nothing yet," he answered shaking his head,
but conveying a quiet Idea of confidence In his tone.
j Just then Jennings, the butler, entered, brlng
' ing the morning papers.' ' Elaine seised the 8tar
and hastily opened it. On the first page was the
story I had telephoned down very late in the hope
of catching a last city edition.
We all bent over and Craig read aloud:
"CLUTCH INO HAND
STILL AT LARGE
New York's Master Criminal Re-'
mains Undetected Perpetrates
New Daring Murder and Robbery
of Millionaire Dodge.
He bad scarcely finished reading the brief but
alarming news story that followed and laid the
paper on the desk when a stone came smashing
through the window from the street.
Startled, we 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 un
folded it and read: . " i
"Craig Kennedy will give up his
search for the 'Clutching Hand'
or die!"
Later I recalled that there seemed to be a
slight noise downstairs, as If at the cellar window,
through which the masked man had entered the
night before-
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 passed into the
drawing room and took his hat and coat. Both
Elaine and Bennett followed. . .
"I'm afraid I must ask you to excuse me for
the present." Craig apologised.
Elaine looked at him anxiously. , ...
"You you will not let that letter Intimidate
jou?" she pleaded, laying her soft white hand on
bis arm. "On. 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 of money Kennedy's face
teemed to cloud, but only for a moment. He must
have felt the confidiug pressure of her hand, for
u, she paused, appeallngly. be took her hand In his.
lowing slightly over it to look Into her upturned
face. N x
"Ml try," Le said simply.
Elaine did not withdraw her hand as she con
tinued to look up at him. Craig looked at her. as
1 had never seen him look at a woman before In' all
cur loiig acquaintance. "
"MUs Dodge." he went on, his voice steady, as
though he were repressing something, "i m never
take another rase until the Clutching Hand' is
captured." ' ,
f
The look of gratitude she gave him would have
been a princely reward In Itself.
I did not msrvel that all the rest of that day
and fsr into the night Kennedy was at work furl
oiIy in his laboratory, studying the notes, the
uxture of the paper, the character ef the lak
everyliicg that might perhaps suggest a Mw
It was all, apparently, however, without result
It wts some time after these events that Keu
fctily, reconstructing what Lad tsppened, tan
Mr. Sheldon Lewis
across, In a Strang way which I need not tire the
reader by telling, a Dr. Haynes, head of the Hill
side Sanitarium for Women, whose story I shall
relate substantially as we received It from his own
lips:
It must have been that same night a distin
guished visitor drove up In a cab to our Hillside
Sanitarium, rang the bell and was admitted to my
office. I might describe him M a moderately tall,
Veil built man with a pleasing way about him.
' Chiefly noticeable, It seems to me, were his
mustache and pointed beard, quite medical and
foreign.
I am, by the way, the superintending physician,
and that' night I was sitting with Dr. Thompson,
my assistant, in the office discussing a rather In
teresting case, when an attendant came In with a
card, and handed It to me. It read simply, "Dr.
Ludwig Reinstrom, Cobleni."
"Here's that Dr. Reinstrom, Thompson, about
whom my friend In Germany wrote the other day,"
I remarked, nodding to the attendant to admit Dr.
Reinstrom
I might explain that while I was abroad some
time ago I made a particular study of the "Daem-
mersehlaf" otherwise, the "twilight sleep" at
Freiberg where It was developed, and at other
places in Germany where the subject had attracted
great attention. I was much Impressed and had
imported the treatment to HflUlde.
While we waited I reached Into my desk and
drew out the letter to which I referred, which
ended, I recall:
."As Dr. Reinstrom is in America,
he will probably call on you. I am
sure you will be glad to know him.
"With kindest regards. I am
' "Fraternally yours,
"EMIL BCHWARZ, M. D., -"Director,
Leipsle Institute of Medicine."
"Most happy to meet you, Dr. Reinstrom," I
greeted the new arrival, as he entered our office.
For several minutes we sat and chatted of
things medical here and abroad.
"What is It, Doctor," I asked finally, "that in
terests you most In America?"
"Oh," he replied quickly with an expressive
gesture, "it is the broadmlndedness with which you
adopt the best from all over the world, regardless
of prejudice. For instance, I am very much inter
ested In the new twilight sleep." Of course, you
have borrowed It largely from us, but It interests
me to see whether you have modified It with prac
tice. In fact, I have come to the Hillside Sani
tcrlura particularly to see it used- Perhaps we '
may learn something from you."
. It was most gracious, and both Dr. 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 now?" I
asked.
8he looked mechanically at her watch. "Yes,
there are two cases, now, I think," she answered.
"Would you like to follow our technique," I
asked, turing to Dr. Reinstrom.
" 'I should be delighted,' he acquiesced.
A moment later we passed down the corridor
of the sanitarium, still chatting. At the door of a
ward I spoke to the attendant, who indicated that
a patient was about to be anesthetized, and Dr. .
Reinstrom and I entered the room.
There, in perfect quiet, which Is an essential
part of the treatment, were several women patients
lying In bed In the ward. Before us two nurses
and a doctor were In attendance on one.
I spoke to the doctor. Dr. Holmes, by the way,
who bowed politely to the distinguished Dr. Rein
strom, then turned quickly to his work.
"Miss Sears," he asked of one of the nurses,
"will you bring me that hypodermic needle? How
re you getting on, Miss Stern?" to the other who
was scrubbing the patient's arm with antlsceptlc
scap and water, thoroughly sterilizing the skin. v
"You will see Dr. Reinstrom." I Injected in a
low tone, "that we follow In the main '.your Frei
burg treatment. We use scopolamln and narko
phln." I held up the bottle, as I said it, rather
peculiar shaped bottle, too.
"And the pain?" he asked.
"Practically the same as In your experience "
abroad. We do not render the patient unconscious,
tut prevent her from remembering anything that
goes on."
Dr. Holmes, the attending physician was Just '
starting the treatment. Filling his hypodermic, he
selected a spot on the patient's arm where it had
been scrubbed and sterilized, and Injected the
narcotic.
"How simply you do It all. here!" exclaimed '
Reinstrom in surprise and undisguised admiration.
"You Americans are wonderful',"
"Come see a patient who is just recovering."
I added, much flattered by the praise, which, from
a German physician, meant much.
Reinstrom followed me out of the door a 4 v
entered la private room of the hospital, where as
other woman patient lay ia bed carefully watched
by nurse.
"How do yon do?" I nodded to the nurse in a
modulated tone. "Everything progressing favor
ably?" "Perfectly," gha returned, m Relaatrwm,
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Mtgg Pearl Whit; Who Playd the Part
Nouf Being Enacted by
Haynes and myself formed a little group about the
bedside of the unconscious woman.
"And you say they have no recollection of any
thing that happens?" asked' Reinstrom.
"Absolutely none if the treatment is. given
properly," I replied confidently.
I picked up a piece of bandage which was the
handiest thing about me and tied It quite tightly
about the patient's arm.
As we watted the patient, who was gradually
coming from under the 'drug, roused herself.
"What is that It hurts!" she said putting her
Land on the bandage I had tied tightly.
"That is all right Just a moment- I'll take
it off. Don't you remember it?" I asked.
She shook her head. I smiled at Reinstrom.
".You see, she has no recollection of my tying
the bandage on her arm," I pointed out.
"Wonderful!" ejaculated Reinstrom aa'we left
the room.x
All the way back to the office he was loud in
his praises, and thanked us most heartily, as he
put on his hat and coat and shook, hands a cordial
good-bye. . .1
Now'comes the strange p'art of, my story. After
Reinstrom had gone Dr. Holmes, the attending
physician of the woman whom we had seen
anesthetized, missed his syringe and the bottle of
-scopolamln. ,
"Miss Sears." he asked rather testily, "what
have you done with the hypodermic and the scopo
lamln?" .
"Nothing," she protested. "
"You must have done something."
Sae repeated that she had not.
"Well. It Is very strange then," he said "I am
positive I laid the syringe and the bottle right here
on this tray on the table."
Holmes. Miss Sears and Miss 8tern all hunted,
hut It could not be found. Others had to be pro
cured. I thought little of it at the time, but "since then
it has occurred to me that It might interest you.
Prof. Kennedy, and 1 give it to you for what It may
be worth.
It w as early the next morning that ) awoke to
find Kennedy already up and gone from our apart
n.ent. I knew he must be at the laboratory, and.
gathering the mall, which the postman had Just
slipped through the letter slot, I went over to the
university to see him. As I looked over the letters
to cull out my own one in a woman's handwriting
on attractive notepaper addressed to him caught
my eye. '
As I came up the path to the'Chemlstry build--ing
I aaw through the window that, in aplte of his
getting there early, he was finding it difficult to
keep his mind on his work. It was the first time
I had ever known anything to Interfere with science
In his life. .
I thought of the letter again.
Craig had lighted a Buusen burner under a
large glass retort. But he had no sooner done so
than be sat down on a chair, and picking up a book
which I surinisbd might be some work oa toxi
cology started to read.
He seemed not to be able, for the moment, to
concentrate his mind, and after a little while closed
the book and gazed straht ahead of him. Again
I thought of the letter, and. the vision that, bo
y-
of Elaine Dodge in the Great Drama
the Paths Playere
doubt, he saw of Elaine making her pathetic appeal
for his help.
As he heard my footstep In the ball it must
have recalled him, for he snapped the book abut
nnd moved oyer quickly to the retort.
"Well," I exclaimed as I entered, "you 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. Still,
I did not negleot to watch him covertly out of the
" 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 su
perior acumen. He selected the dainty note.
A moment Craig looked at it, in anticipation,
, then tore it open eagerly. I was still watching his
face over the top of the paper and was surprised
to see that It showed, first, amazement, then pain,
as though something had hurt him.
He read it again then looked straight ahead,
as if In a daze.
"Strange, how much crime there is now," I
crmmented, looking up from the paper I had pre
tended reading.
No answer.
"One would think that one master criminal
was enough," I went on.
' Still no answer.
' Jie continued to gaze straight ahead at blank
. ness. , .
"B,y George," I exclaimed finally, banging my
fist on the table and raising my voice to catch his
attention, "you would think we had nothing but
criminals nowadays."
My voice must have startled him. The usually
Imperturbable old 'fellow actually jumped. Then,
ar. my question did not evidently accord with what
was in his, mind, he answered at random, "Per
haps I wonder if" and then he stopped, non
commlttally. Suddenly he jumped up, bringing his tightly
clenched fist down with a loud clap Into the palm
cf his hand. '
"By heaven!" he exclaimed. "I I will!"
Startled at his Incomprehensible and unusual
conduct I did not attempt to pursue the conversa
tion, but let him alone as be strode hastily to the
telephone. Almout angrily he seized the receiver
and asked for a number. It was not Craig, end I
could not conceal my concern.
Wb-what'g the matter, Craig?" I blurted out
eagerly.
As he waited for the number, he threw the
letter over to me. 1 took it and read: 4
Prof. Craig Kennedy.
v The University. The Heights, City.
Dear Sir - '
I have come to the conclusion that
your work Is a hindrance rather than
an assistance in clearing up my
f father's death, and 1 hereby beg to
- 6tate that your services are no longer
required. This is a final deciglon,
and I beg that you will ndt try 10 see
tue again regarding the matter.
Very, truly yours,
ELAJNK DODGS.
Tf It had been a bomb I could not have been
more surprised. A moment before I think I had
just a sneaking suspicion of jealously that a
woman even illaine should . lnverest my old
chum. But now all that wss swept away. How
could any women scorn him?
I could not make It out.
Kennedy impatiently worked the receiver up
and down, repeating the number. "Hello hello,"
he repeated. "Yes hello. Is Miss oh good
morning. Miss Dodge."
He was hurrying along as If to give her no
chance to cut him off. "I have just received a
letter. Miss Dodge, telling me that you don't want
me to continue Investigating your father's death,
sud not to try to see you again about"
He stopped. I could hear the reply, as some
times one can when the telephone wire conditions
are a certain way and the quality of the voice of the
speaker a certain kind.
Why no Mr. Kennedy, I have written you
no letter."
The look of mingled relief and surpr'se that
crossed Craig's face spoke volumes.
"Miss Dodge," he ' almost shouted, "this is a
r.ew trick of the 'Clutching Hand- I I'll be right
over."
Craig hung up the receiver 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 he
opened the cabinet that inexhaustible storehouse
from which he seemed to draw weird and curious
instruments that met the ever new problems which
his strange profession brought to him.
I watched curiously. He took out a bottle and
what looked like a little hypodermic and, for once,
obvious to .my very existence, dellbefately walked
out of the laboratory.
I did not propose to be thus cavalierly dis
missed. I suppose it would have looked ridiculous
to a third party, but I followed him as hastily as if
he had tried to shut the door on his own shadow.
We arrived lit the corner above the Dodge
enter. Craig quickened his pace. Jennings bad
by this time become - quite reconciled to our
presence and a moment later we were entering the
drawing room, too
Elaine was there", looking lovelier than ever in
iub pittiu diivcb uress waica set oir me rosy iresn
ness of her face.
"And, Perry," we heard her say, m we were
ushered In, "some one has even forged my name
the handwriting and everything telling Mr. Ken
nedy to drop the case and I never knew."
She stopped as we entered. We bowed and
shook hands with Bennett. Elaine's Aunt Jo
sephiae was in the room, a perfect duenna.
"That's the limit!" exclaimed Bennett. "Miss
Dodge has just been telling me"
"Yes," Interrupted Craig. "Look, Miss Dodge,
this is it"
He handnri hr fho letter. She ilmmt aele4 it
examining it carefully, her large eyes opening
wider In wonder.
inis ia certainly my writing and my , note
paper," she murmured, "but I never wrote tba
letter!"
Craig looked from the letter to her, keenly. No
one said a word. For a moment Kennedy hesi
tated, thinking.
"Might I r see your' room, Miss Dodge?" he
anked at length.
Aunt Josephine frowned. Bennett and I could
ot conceal our surprise.
"Why certainly." nodded Elaine, as she led the
way upstairs.
It was a dainty little room, breathing the spirit
of its mistress. In fact, it seemed a sort of pro
fanity as we all followed in after her. For a mo
ment Kennedy stood still, then he carefully looked
about. At the side of the bed, near the head, he
svooped and picked up something which he held in
the palm of bis hand. I bent over.- Something
gleamed in the morning sunshine some little thin
pieces of glass.. As he tried deftly to fit the tiny
little bits together he seemed absorbed in thought.
Quickly he raised it to his nose, as if to smell it.
"Ethyl chloride!" he muttered, wrapping the
pieces carefully In a paper and putting them Into
his pocket.
An instant later he crossed the room to the
window and examined it.
"Look!" he exclaimed.
There, plainly, were marks of a Jimmy which
had been inserted near the lock to pry it open."1
"Miss Dodge," , he asked, "might I might " I
trouble you to let me see your arm?"
Wonderlngly she did so, and Kennedy bent al
most reverently over her plump arms examining it.
On it was a small, dark discoloration, around
which was a slight rednesg and tenderness.
"That?" he said slowly, "Is the mark of a hypo
dermic needle."
As he finished examining Elaine's arm he drew
the letter from his pocket. Still facing her, he said
It a low tone:
"Miss Dodge, you did write thi letter, but un
der the influence of the new "twilight sleep.' "
We looked at one another amazed. 1
Outside, If we bad been at the door In the hall
way, we might have seen the sinister-faced Michael
listening. He turned and slipped away quietly.
"Why, Craig," I exclaimed excitedly, "what do
jou mean?"
"Exactly what I say. ' With Miss Dodge's per
mission I shall show you. By a small administra
tion of the drug, which will injure you In no way,
Miss Dodge, I think' I can bring back the memory
of all-that occurred to you last night Will you
ellow me?"
"Mercy, no!" protested Aunt Josephine.
Craig and Elaine faced each other as they had
.lorn the day before, when gho had asked him
whether the sudden warning of the "Clutching
Hand" would intimidate him. She advanced.
step nearer. Elaine trusted him.
"Elaine!" protested Aunt Josephine again.
"I want the experiment to be tried," she sall
quietly,
A moment later Kennedy had placed her en
couch in the corner of the room.
"Now. Mrs. Dodge." he said, "please brinf Ktt
a basin and a towel."
Aunt Josephine, reconciled, brought them. Ken
cedy dropped an antiseptic tablet Into the water