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Duke McCale, prUate detective. Is
guarding the wedding presents at the
Bigelow mansion. While he Is talking
, with wealthy old Miss Adelaide Hlgelow.
they hear a shot. A moment later. Curt
Vallaincourt. the brldegroom-tobe. dies
in the front hallway. MrCale slips away
before the police arrive, and hurries to
Vallalnrourt's apartment to search It for
clues. There he meets Shari Lynn, a
singer, and former wife of Vallaincourt.
She apparently knows of the shooting,
and betrays hrrsell under MrCale's
clever questioning. He notes that she
i wears a green dress as did the woman
he saw running away from the scene.
Shari admits that she was nearby whrn
I Vallaincourt was shot.
CHAPTER IX
“ He was a long way ahead of
me. There was another dame com
ing up over the H ill road that meets
the path he was on at the gate by
the Bigelow house."
“ You're sure of that. Miss Lynn?
Remember, you may be making a
dangerous accusation."
Rage flared up in her. She
jumped up.
“ Dangerous
accusation,"
she
screamed
"1 should say It was.
She killed him — that little blue-
blood. Killed him. I tell you I saw
her. He's dead. Dead!"
He crossed to her quickly, shak
T 'H IS pinwheel medallion will ing her by the shoulders.
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whirl new beauty into your
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elegant doilies; when joined, larg Vallaincourt at that gate had on
a green suit or dress.”
er pieces.
Angrily she brushed his hands
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“ I know that. She had on a green
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Her body sagged away from him
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cry of despair, as though her throat
were all burned out.
Name-
McCale left Shari Lynn slumped
Address-
on the couch. He knew it w-as use
less to talk to her any more.
She wouldn't be of any help.
He went quickly through an or
nate bedroom which had a fabulous
9%,-NATION'S
connecting bath of chromium and
F A V O R IT E
glass. There were two closets of
expensive linen and haberdashery.
POP CORN
He had never seen so many shirts,
ties, shoes, socks, and collars out
side a department store. And he
went through everything.
But there wasn't a single thing
YIUOW to give him a lead, to use as evi
too» roi nus uni
dences—not a letter, a receipt, a
ar r*«t tu c u l
b ill—not even a stray address. The
murdered man had played it pretty
smart and close to the ground.
Disgruntled, he went back into
the living room and out the front
door.
It was nine-fifteen when the buzz
er in McCale’s outer office an
nounced a late caller.
McCale
laughed, "How are you, Bart?”
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Donlevy Trades
Some Knoii'ledge
“ Ready to take you over the
hurdles for sneaking out on me this
afternoon.”
Donlevy's smile be
lied his growl.
McCale smiled back at him
He liked the man. He
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had the look of careful grooming
Y E A R R O U N D T O N IC
not often associated with the police.
You would place him at about for
ty; a large man, bulking powerful
! and tall against the heavy door. He
was of the new school of officers so
widely heralded but often ridiculed
—college bred, scientifically trained
| and carefully chosen.
“ I ’m not really sore,” he began,
j " I only wondered why you took a
powder when you and Adelaide
Bigelow were practically the only
eye witnesses to this ghastly busi
ness. It dawned on me very soon
when I found no keys on the
corpse that you’d gone to Vallain-
court’ s apartment to steal a march
on me. Was that nice?” He raised
an eyebrow facetiously.
"Not nice, but necessary from
my point of view. I ’ve got second
look before—after your squad has
fine-toothed a place—and there's
never been a hairpin left for us fel
lows.”
TO HELP
“ What exactly did you And from
EASE COUGHING,
being first this time?”
TIGHT CHEST
“ Nary a clue. The place was as
MUSCLES
clean as a bone. Beyond getting
RUB ON
| a good idea of what the lad who
lived there was like, there wasn't
a false whisker for my trouble.”
“ The setup he had was quite re
iVNU—13
vealing, wasn’t it? Pure Hollywood
—half DeMille, half Dorothy Drap
er. Very suggestive. Is that all
you have found?”
“ I found a woman.”
McCale never felt It accom
plished anything to hold out on Don
May Warn o f Disordered
levy. It only promoted misunder
Kidney Action
standing and ill feeling.
It was
Modern life with Its harry aad wor ry,
Irregular habits, improper eating and
much better to get the evidence
drinking—ita risk of expoaura and infec
first. That was all.
tion—throws heavy strain on the work
of the kidneys. They are apt to become
He watched the quick interest
ever-taxed aad fail to filter excess add
flash across Donlevy's eyes before
and other impurities from the life-givint
blood.
he controlled it, before he said casu
Yon may roller nagging backache,
ally, “ I would call that a clue,
headache, dlxzineas, getting up nights,
leg pains, swelling—feel constantly
Duke.”
tired, nervous, all worn out. Other signs
, “ Well?” he questioned.
of kidney or bladder disorder arc some-
times burning, scanty or too frequent
“ Shari Lynn, the chanteuse, at
urination.
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McCale went on, then, to tell of
natfUorZ
his encounter with the night club
singer. He told it all, what she had
said, how she had looked, bringing
the complete picture before Don
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That Na^^in^
Backache
D oans P ills
— as suggested by “ Slutoniotibr /IrUift,”
the newspaper of the industry
N U M ATURO
laincourt wus her own chee-ild to
hear her rave.”
"To get on with it. the Gorbolsh
Karen Is quite another ticket
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masklike und cold as the Snow
Queen. Concerned, but unruffled, If
you know what I mean. She turned
a shade whiter, if that's possible,
but I got the distinct Impression
she'd only walk around the corpse
and go on her way. A bit too con
trolled.
"Victoria was next. She blew In
with a book under her arm. Had
been browsing around the Public
Library—walked home."
McCale pursed his lips. " I Imag- j
ine she screamed once, made an i
inappropriate remark and hud a
long hooker of'whisky on it.”
"You are very adroit."
"I'v e an unusual mind, I guess,'*
said McCale facetiously.
"What j
crack did she make?"
"She looked down at the corpse
in a kind of mixture of fright and
sheer excitement and said, 'Then |
someone did have the nerve’."
McCale whistled.
Donlevy turned a page. “ Chris
topher Storm—the guy that didn't
get the g irl—or almost didn't,
what? He probably w ill now. He
swears that he was walking back
and forth along the lower Common
path, hoping to intercept Veronica
on her way home if she should
come that way. She didn't show,
so he came on up to the house
There's a funny thing. Duke, them
all breaking up in onesies after the
wedding rehearsal. Oh. well. We
come now to Veronica, the bride.
"Veronica drove up in a cab—the
last to arrive. She was strangely
excited. I thought. She'd been doing
some last minute shopping, saw it
was getting late and got a cab at |
the corner of Boylston and Tre
mont." He hesitated. ", . . she
said ” He let his last two words
hang in the air.
A
devastating
conversational
abyss yawned, for McCale made no
reply. Miputes ticked away. When
he did speak, it was quietly.
"She is the obvious suspect, of
course. Bart.
The accusation of
Shari Lynn; the fact that both Miss
Bigelow and I saw a girl in green
running away from the scene di
rectly after the murder. Too bad
she should have picked the corner of
Boylston and Tremont street to get
her cab. There are very few shops
there ani, as you have noted, the
path running from the gate oppo
“ Take it easy. You’re in a spot site the Bigelow house, over the hill
by the cannon, ends at that precise
yourself."
point.
“ True. There is the possibility of
"Hardly coincidence "
a safe deposit box at some bank."
McCale shrugged. "What about
“ That’s been checked. He had a the weapon?"
small balance at a downtown bank,
“ She must have thrown it away."
but no box of any kind.”
"Then the area in which to search
McCale hunched himself over his for it is small. A woman cannot
glass for a minute, musing.
throw too far.”
“ It becomes very confusing, then.
" I know that.” A thwarted look
For he must have got rid of every came over Donlevy’s craggy face.
thing last night or today. Before" "We've had a special squad hunt
—he stared unwinkingly at the rim ing it for three hours. So far, not
of his glass—“ just before he went a sign of it. We’ve actually used
to his death.”
floodlights and turned up every fa ll
A long minute went by, while the en leaf, emptied every ash barrel in
fire crackled m errily in the grate— the park, with no luck."
while each one of the three thought
his own thoughts about this conjec W here Is the
ture. It was Donlevy who finally
shrugged it away with a sour look. Murder Gun?
Duke McCale paused in front of
‘That, then, for the moment, is
the big man, Donlevy. The gray that.”
haired police inspector looked up
Funny, but McCale's mind seemed
at him and said, " I suppose in re
relieved.
turn for your information you want
The case was dropped momen
to be brought up to date.”
"That’s
only
fa ir,"
McCale tarily while they talked of pleasant
er things.
It was nearly twelve
smiled.
Donlevy had never once let him when Donlevy stood up to go.
“ I rather thought,” he said at
down in a m atter of this kind,
though he covered it always with the door, "that you were retained
by the old lady Bigelow to get at
an air of assumed ill grace.
the truth. Now, I ’m sure you’ re
hired to protect the g irl.” He tried
Suspicion Settles
to put it over with a slow smile.
On Veronica
“ Nothing of the sort has been
"Here it is, then, for what it’s suggested to me, I can assure you."
worth,” he said. "There was, in McCale returned his smile sardoni
the Bigelow house at the time of cally. "That's the truth."
"Okay. 1 have my duty to do,
the murder, besides Aldelaide Bige
low and yourself, the cook, an up you know."
“ I'd find the weapon first.”
stairs maid, and the butler, King.
"Oh, sure, sure. We’ll find it."
The cook was preparing dinner
The maid, Kitty Shane, was hang
The echo of Barton Donlevy’s
ing around the kitchen. They’re footsteps had hardly died on the
out, obviously. No motive, no op stairs when McCale, standing be
portunity. King was fixing a tray fore the dying fire, spoke.
of hors d’oeuvres for the usual
“ I held out on the torn bit of let
cocktail hour. He’s out for the same ter.”
reason. None of them saw or heard
“ So I see, chief. You don’t think
a thing until the prolonged ringing the girl in green was the Veronica
of the bell.”
dame, then?”
“ About five minutes after the
"Maybe."
cruising car got there, I arrived. It
There was a silence for a min
was then about twenty minutes ute, then Rocky said, "They have
since Vallaincourt had been shot. not found the rod."
Shortly after that, the fam ily be
"No.” McCale’s eyes lighted up
gan to wander in and I questioned
them in the order of their appear as he looked quizzically at his
ance. Sybil and Stephen, her son, friend and employee He smiled as
came in together. She said she had though he knew what Rocky was
walked from the church across the thinking.
"D idn’t you say the gal who ran
Gardens, stopping at Shackley’s
drugstore for cigarettes. She had away stopped a minute to look back
chatted a few minutes with the when she got to the cannon on the
clerk, whom she knew. She met hill?”
“ Yes.”
Stephen as she came out of the
store. He had been wandering along
"Well, chief,” he jumped up,
Charles street, just killing time, he “ you’ve been waiting to see i f ’ l ’d
said. Likes to walk <n the rain— think of it. Of course I have. After
that sort of thing."
all, I’ve heard you tell It three
'There's a jangled lad for you,” times. That gun ought to be in the
McCale waggled a finger. "Neu belly of that cannon."
rotic. Worried about his wife. Was
They left the office in a mad rush.
probably out hunting her up, wher A cab deposited them in rapid time
ever she was.”
at the Common entrance. It was
"Sybil Is no calm, strong pioneer late and any police who had been
woman either. Collapsed like a bal searching for the gun were gone.
loon at the news. You'd think Val
(TO BE CONTINUED!
levy in a manner that insured the
detective of every detail.
“ You think then,” the lieutenant
queried when at last McCale was
silent, “ that there was an old af
fair between them? Something in
your telling it makes me feel you
are convinced that it was not too
recent—something flaring up again
after a long tim e.”
McCale nodded. He closed his
eyes a moment, then opened one,
as if the other still shuttered an
inner thought. " I'm sure of it,”
he said. " I ’m sure you'll find that
they may even have been man and
wife at one time—that they have
never been out of touch with each
other for long."
Donlevy digested this. 'Then?”
"Oh sure Lynn was back there
after any letters of hers that Val
laincourt may have kept. 1 don't
think there were any there, how
ever. There wasn’ t even a stray
phone number chalked on the bath
room wall, if you gpt what I mean."
“ Quite. It was exactly as if the
place had been cleaned of every
thing by the boy himself. Kind of
disappointing, what? Because from
everything we know, it doesn’t
seem as though that kind of gent
would ever destroy a compromising
missive of any kind whatever."
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