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He was a ht was his only form of dissipation It was not too far for his, and he invariably did so unless the weather was extremely unpleasant So methodical was he that he never had walked over any other bridge than the one in Wells Street, coe Broom's hair still was black and snaky; his teeth were as yellow and jagged as they were in the seventies, and his eyes were as blue and ugly as ever He had not aged with James Bansemer In truth, he looked but little older then e made his acquaintance The outside world knew no more of Droom's private transactions than it knew of Bansemer's Up in the horrid little apartment in Wells Street the queer old man could do as he willed, unobserved and unannoyed He could pursue his experie chemicals, he could construct odd devices with his kit of tools, and he could let off an endless ay that no one knew he possessed

When he left Graydon Banse off with his long strides towards the Wells Street bridge His brain had laid aside everything that had occupied its attention during office hours and had given itself over to the project that hastened his steps hoht was a set to work on his new device Droorinned and cackled to hiht, for he was perfecting an "invention" by which the honest citizen could successfully put to rout the "hold-up" enius unfailingly led him toward devices that could inflict pain and discoet the better of the wretched, hard-working hold-upthe models for two little bulbs, made of rubber and lined with a material that would resist the effects of an acid, no matter hoerful On one end of each bulb, which was capable of holding at least an ounce of liquid, there was a thin syringe attachainst acids These little bulbs were made so that they could be held in the pal them suddenly a liquid could be shot from the tube with considerable force

The bulbs were to contain vitriol

When the hold-up ave the command to "hold up your hands," the victim had only to squeeze the bulb as the hands went up, and, if accurately aiet the stream of the deadly vitriolic fluid in his eyes and--here endeth the first lesson Experience alone could do the rest