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Updated: May 16, 2025
Then, laying aside the little green book, with its atmosphere of calm delight, he picked up a little thin volume, which bore on its title page "The Poisonous Plants of New Jersey." It grows in swampy land. The poisoning of the human is chiefly with the fleshy roots. And having read that much, Colonel Ashley looked at a little slip in the book. It bore the penciled memorandum "58 C. H. ~I6I*."
It was a postal which bore several lines of printing, the rest being filled in by a pen, and the import of it was that a certain library book, under the number 58 C. H I6I* had been out the full time allowed under the rules, and must either be returned for renewal, or a fine of two cents a day paid, and the recipient was asked to give the matter prompt attention. The colonel turned the card over.
Carwell had been a member. There were also the names of the household servants, and the dead man's nearest relatives, including his sister and Viola. But the colonel did not linger long over any of these memoranda. The card of Viola Carwell, however, had mentally penciled on it the somewhat mystic symbol 58 C. H. i6i* and this the colonel looked at from every angle.
But I read with great interest the interview, you gave the Globe on the effects and detection of various poisons." "Yes?" and young Dr. Baird rubbed his hands in delight, and stroked his still younger moustache. "Yes. And I called to ask what poison or chemical symbol that might be." The colonel extended a paper on which was inscribed: 58 C. H. I6I* "That!
It is entitled 'Poisonous Plants of New Jersey, and is one of the bulletins of the New Jersey Agricultural Experiment Station at New Brunswick. But it is out at present. Here is the number of it, and if it comes in " "I should be glad to see it," interrupted the colonel pleasantly. "Here is the number," and the pretty girl extended to him a slip which read: 58 C. H i6i*
The bunch of what had been verdure once had made a greenish, yellow stain in the book, which, as the colonel noted, was from the local public library, and bore the catalogue number 58 C. H. I6I*. "Well, maybe you see through it, but I don't," confessed Jack. "Now, what's the next move?" "Get these book cases back where they belong."
Colonel Ashley worked quickly and silently, and he was about to give up, a look of disappointment on his face, when he found a slip of paper in one of the pigeon holes. And the slip bore this, written in pencil: 58 C. H. I6I* "Isn't there some place where you can take her for a few days some relative's where she can rest and forget, as much as possible, the scenes here?"
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