Bristol High School - Green and White Yearbook (Bristol, RI)

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8 THE (iREEN AND WHITE wings, one the west on which the masons were working, the other, the east, containing the bedroom. The windows were quite close to the ground, and one could easily put his hand in one. “Hello, here is Miss Reynolds,” exclaimed Dr. Edwards. “Good afternoon, Miss Reynolds, how are you?” Good afternoon, gentlemen, this is a fine afternoon, indeed.” Miss Reynolds, may we look around? We would like to see the living room and the grounds around it.” “Certainly, I will gladly show you around. As you will notice, there are masons working on the building. “Here in the west wing is the living room. “Where is Mr. Reynolds’ room? asked the detective. “This is next to mine, in the east wing. I will show you if you would want to inspect it. “Please do, that would be interesting, 1 believe,” replied Dr. Edwards. They went around to the east wing, but they stopped before a piazza. A door led onto the piazza. Dr. Edwards saw foot prints in the soft dirt. Surely they were those of a man. Yes, and they led to the west wing. The detective took note of these things. “Where, may I ask. are the servants’ quarters?” questioned Dr. Edwards. In the wing that the masons are working on, around in back. Uncle also has a laboratory in that wing. “Has your uncle any beasts there, say, caged in his laboratory?” Yes, he has an ape.” replied Miss Reynolds. Has anyone access to the laboratory excepting your uncle?” asked Dr. Edwards. Only myself, and I may go in only with him.” “Miss Reynolds, I think I will go back to the village and stay for the evening. Good afternoon. The detective and Bill walked away in the direction of the west wing. Here they came upon the masons at work. Watching the masons. Dr. Edwards nearly fell over a heap of rope, and in doing so uttered an exclamation. “Say, Bill, this gives me an idea! Did Miss Reynolds say where the door to the laboratory was? No, I thought not. I’ll ask one of the masons.” Say young fellow, do you know where Mr. Reynolds’ laboratory door is?” Yes, replied the mason, “Over on the other side next to the servant's quarters.” The two men went around the wing and came to the indicated door. The door opened into a lightly wooded section with a few trees near the house. Bill, we will come back tonight. Come on, let’s get out of here before anyone gets suspicious, exclaimed the detective. “Dr. Edwards and Bill went to town, where they hired a room at the village inn. They had dinner and later took a walk. “Say, Doctor, what are you going to do tonight ?” “Well, son, I might as well tell you now,” replied the detective, “we are going to make a trap at the laboratory gate.” “But, what do you want a trap for, Doctor?” “Never mind, boy. wait until tonight, then you will see plenty,” returned the detective. At ten o’clock that evening two men were seen creeping to the west wing of Lincoln Hall. These two men took something from the ground near the mason’s work, and went in back of the building. They were busy for at least an hour. Then they sunk into the bushes to sit and wait for something. Time passed, and nothing happened. Suddenly the village clock boomed out its twelve strokes. It was calm and quiet. The building was silhouetted in the moonlight. A sudden grunt, the door of the laboratory opened and the bulky form of an ape appeared, followed by a woman. Suddenly the ape roared and fought violently. “Bill, cover the woman, don’t let her escape,” yelled the man. An elderly man came running around the corner of the house. As he approached the scene he demanded to know the meaning of such an outrage. “Sir, why do you disturb-folks at this hour? Please explain yourself. “Nothing, nothing, replied one of the marauding men. we have just caught the cause of your niece’s worry. Ah! Miss Reynolds, see what I have for you. An ape. yes, and a lady.” “Mr. Reynolds, this woman whom you know is mentally deficient, has been obtaining sums of money from your niece. She has been forced to do this by Antone, your discharged servant. Madame Petrone, is this not so? “No, it is a filthy lie, exclaimed the crazed woman. “What was that. Bill, go see and please be careful. In a few minutes Bill returned with an unpleasant gentleman at the point of a gun. “Madame Petrone, you know this gentleman?” asked the detective. “Antone, exclaimed Mr. Reynolds, “cer-tainlv she knows him. “Oh, Oh, cried the woman, “why have I done this? He forced me to it, he is responsible. He drugged the ape so it would be harmless, and made me do it. “Look out,” cried Bill, “get away.” And as he cried the ape fought violently. He roared and threw his arms out. In doing so he caught Antone's arm. Pulling the man to him, the ape crushed out his life. Thus ended the mystery of the “hairy hand and also the life of the one who threatened others by the same instrument. A. IVERSON, ’29. DAWN Swaying tulips moist with dew. Shy white violets, purple, blue, Covr’d with dew drops, crystal clear. Nod their heads to Dawn so near. Hyacinth, crocus, blue bell bright, I ift their heads, dawn to sight; Birdlets shirping, pine trees whisp’ring, Hush of dawn sets all a-Iist’ning. KATHLEEN F. KELLEY, ’29.

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THE (iREEN AND WHITE 7 “THE HAIRY HAND” Dr. Edwards, a well known detective, was sitting at his desk when a young lady entered his office. She was a beautiful lady, with an intense look of fear in her eyes. “Dr. Edwards, I believe. I am Miss Reynolds of Lincoln Hall.” “Yes,” replied Dr. Edwards, and what may I do for you ? ” “There is something terrible which has caused me to fear for my life. I am afraid it will get me. Please help me, cried the lady. “Come, dear lady, tell me what is on your mind. Please try to be calm, and give me every detail.” “Well,” said Miss Reynolds, “for the last five days I have received notes. I do not know where these came from. It is so mysterious. The notes told me to place one thousand dollars at my window, that is, the living room window. I had done so each night. Last night I could not sleep and went downstairs for a bit to eat. As I entered the living room I saw upon the wall the shadow of a hairy hand. Then I saw the hand take the money. I screamed for help and my uncle, who is not easily awakened, came after a while, but we could find nothing. That is all and I could not stay another hour without consulting you.” “Miss Reynolds, I would like to ask a few questions. Is your uncle in perfect health?” “No, he isn't. At times I think he has really gone mad. He drinks quite a lot, and at times I really fear him.” “Good, that’s one point. Now, is there any reason why a person would want you out of the way?” “Well, yes, there might be, as I have been left an enormous sum of money.” “May I ask if you have one of the notes with you ? ” “Yes, I have, here, it is only printed.” “Ahem, a nice piece of work. This will perhaps come in handy. Are you sure you have not seen or heard anything suspicious during the day ?” . “No, well, the servants have been mumbling about their pay. In fact, uncle had an argument with one of the men servants. Antone's his name. Uncle’s anger flared up and the servant had to flee for his life. Naturally he was discharged. I wouldn’t distrust any of the others. They have been with the family for years.” “Miss Reynolds, would you mind giving me the names of the servants?” “No, indeed not. First, there is Antone, he was the table servant. Then there are two maids, Mary and Jean Alvis. These two faithful people have been with us for 15 years. Then there is the cook. Madame Petrone. She is an Italian, and I might sav is mentally unbalanced.” “Fine, I think that will be all the questions now. Is there any time I could come out to the house. That is, when no one is there?” “Certainly, fortunately Uncle is coming to town this afternoon, and the servants have the day off.” “Fine. I will be at the house at three. I just want to look over the place. You may go now, good afternoon. “Good afternoon, Dr. Edwards,” replied Miss Reynolds. “I shall be waiting for you at 3.” “Well, Bill, what do you think about it?” Bill, his assistant and an amateur detective replied : “Pretty puzzling, but I have my doubts about her uncle and that Antone.” “That’s what I say,” replied the detective, “which one, that’s the problem. I tell you it will be no easy matter. I think I will go out to Lincoln Hall and scout around a little. What do you say, want to come?” “Love too, cried Bill, “nothing would suit me better.” Dr. Edwards and Bill took a train for Lincoln. Getting off at the station. Dr. Edwards hired a taxi and they started for Lincoln Hall. On the way, Dr. Edwards questioned the driver about Mr. Reynolds. “Is he ever seen at the village?” asked the detective. “Only occasionally,” replied the driver. “What does Mr. Reynolds do?” asked the detective. “Nothing. I guess, but he has a laboratory at bis home. They say he has an ape there.” “Ah,” whispered Dr. Edwards to Bill, “now enters the hairy hand. “Does he ever take this ape out, asked the detective. “No, that is, no one has ever seen him with it. “Well, here we are, thank you for the conversation. Goodby.” “Goodby,” replied the driver. “I say, be careful of the cracked Italian. “Ah. the crazed Italian lady, say, tell me something about her.” “Well, she has been at Lincoln Hall for fifty years. She came with her husband from Italy. Her husband was taken sick and, as the village doctor was away, Mr. Reynolds tried to help him. The poor man died and during the following years his wife became mentally unbalanced. In this stage she began to accuse Mr. Reynolds of her husband’s death. They say that she is getting worse and has been grumbling about her deceased husband. Well, goodby, I must get more fares or I will be fired. The bus rumbled away down the dusty lane. “Well, what do you gather from that. Bill?” asked the detective. “Nothing much, just a plain case of a woman going off her noodle.” “Think, son, think, couldn't it have some earing on our case.” “Well, a cracked woman and a hairy hand might go together.” That’s the idea, now your using your brains. Of course, a cracked woman and a hairy hand go together. Well, that is our case, we’re working along that line from now on.” “Quite a building they have here 1” exclaimed Bill. The building was an old structure, composed of stone and mortar. The building had two b, COMPLIMENTS OF Belvedere Garage

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