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DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. 69 At this point the Scotch detective took. the necromantic glass from his pocket. “T have seen these ‘sleep-glasses’ frequently,” said Dr. Macy, examining it closely, ‘‘they are constructed on a simple, scientific principle, and certainly exert a powerful mesmeric influence upon tke beholder. But this is the first one I have encountered outside of India, and it 1s a crime, severely punished, to possess one in the domains of some of the Sagi zs CHAPTER XV. “TRON” MIKE’S DEATH, “Hor a time I sat gazing upon the sleeping murderer,” continued the Scotch detective. “T pictured the man before me, as he had approached softly behind Jean Godot, seized the keen razor in the hand that now held the glass ball, and slashed the old miser’s throat with it. “While the picture of the murder impressed my brain I placed the palm of my right hand softly under and against the hand that held the ball. ‘**Bolard,’ said I, ‘Il am Meg. Do you see me?’ **Yes, Meg,’ responded the murderer, without removing his stolid stare from the glass. “T saw that he was thoroughly mesmerized, and in my power. “*Tell, me, Bolard,’ I continued, ‘did old Godot say any- thing to you before you killed him ?’ “*How could he? He had not even time to turn about, I slipped up so softly behind him.’ “*Did he not moan when you drew the blade across his throat ?’. “There was no sound save the gurgling of the blood, and the thud as he fell to the floor. But what blood was in aman so old?’ “*Was Pere Videre with you when you killed Godot?’ “*No. He was in London.’ “*But he knew all about it?’ “*Certainly.’ ‘ pane it was he who wrote the supposed will ?’ ‘Yes ““« And it was he who AIGHADDOR Alfonse Godot away to sea ?? comichboo <S €oO