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About The Klamath news. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1923-1942 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 14, 1937)
OUT of the NIGHT CAST OF CRARACTCH niirll.Lt PIKBCR arrolaa, tnu woman atforaajr. AMY KKBR I lllr'l wm ad MBrdrrrr'a vlrllM. JIM KKHHIOAX lllr . HARRY HUTCHIKS ,' fra: Tlaltnr. 1KK(KAKT nOI.AJf ear -faarS aolva til warder A-.K.rr. g Yaatrraarl Mm. Waralrr, lady la Avarlaaral 4-11. " ClllrV ran mir. fladdealr It arrara ta only thai aha ar aara Salrldrd tka atardrrrri mar vf threwi the I'tak aaacra la ta laelavratar aaaft. CHAPTER XV ONTRARY to Cilly. cxpecta tlons, tht funeral services tor Amy Kerr were well attended. She had asked that they be held In the smallest parlor, and now the room was almost crowded. Harry Hutchlns was there, of course, and Harvey Ames. With Mr. Ames was his partner, Mr. Wakefield, and four others whom Cllly recognized as employes In the realty office. Obviously they held Amy In high regard, despite her short association with them. Immediately following the serv ice Cilly noticed that the steps of the funeral home were lined with photographers. For the first time she realized that the newspapers were playing the case. The mur der of a young girl was always meat to the public interest Thus far the reporters had secured very little information, either from Cilly or the police. There was, after all, little to tell of Amy, and there were no photographs. Tomorrow's papers would prob ably strike a new theme. "Is the Murderer Among These Who Mourn Amy Kerr?" they might Inquire, with innumerable ques tion marks. There would be these pictures of the small group leav ing the funeral parlors, with ap propriate arrows to indicate Miss Priscilla Pierce, who shared the apartment with the victim. . . . Mr. Harvey Ames, employer of Miss Kerr. . . . Mr. Harry Hutch ins but no, Harry had lingered Inside. Probably he had foreseen this. Harry preferred his photo graph taken at the smarter places, linked with the notables. Miss Gloria Harmon in particular, a a a TT was not much more than an hour later when Cilly returned from the cemetery. As she turned into the entrance of the Bayview, he heard, through the open win dow, the ringing of her own tele phone. She hastened her steps. It was Sergeant Dolan. "Say, Miss Pierce," he said ab ruptly. "I'd like you to come down to headquarters as soon as you can. Something TA like to talk to you about." Til leave immediately," Cilly assured him. She hung up, lit tle fearful. . She went Into the bedroom to freshen her make-up. She combed her hair and set her tiny little , black hat at a more rakish angle. It strengthened her self-assurance. Half an hour later, she sat op- ' posite Sergeant Dolan in a small private office down at police head quarters. "Any news of your boy friend?" Dolan asked her, almost before she was seated. He flung the question at her abruptly, startling her for the mo ment. Her self-assurance weak ened perceptibly. "No, of course i not," she said, "not since " She topped, realizing that she was about to say: "Not since his post card yesterday." It was just one such little slip that Dolan hoped for. "Not since when?" he asked, In stantly alert. "Not since Sunday, of course. But I did discover something very Important." "Let's hear about it." a a BRIEFLY, but in detail, Cffly told him how she came to find the Bluefields newspapers in the incinerator: she showed him the sections she had reclaimed. She told him of her visit that morning to Mr. Johnson, and of his pecul iar literary tastes. "Another thing." she said, "De tective Martin apparently forgot to consider Mr. Johnson yesterday when he was collecting alibis for all the tenants. He might very well have been up there on the roof he goes up every night to lock the door and he was the only one who came out of the front door after Amy was killed." "Did you see him come down the stairs?" "No, I didnt I assumed that he came up from his rooms in the basement. I was looking at Amy not at the front door. I only know that he was the only one who came out of the house before the police arrived." Sergeant Dolan shrugged ms wide shoulders. "It doesn't look to me," he said slowly, "as if you have much of a case on Johnson. After all, if man chooses to read up on in sanity in his spare time, that doesn't make him a murderer. It doesnt even make him Insane. Anyway, from your own story of the newspapers, you're ready to believe that someone upstairs Is implicated." "VES, I do," Cilly admitted. "Dont you think whoever threw away the papers knows a great deal about Amy's death?" Well, I'll admit it would seem Bluefields. Utah, is a small place. I'm willing to check more thoroughly on the tenants . . ." "If it's not too late." "What do you mean?" "You told me yesterday, Ser geant, that we were all to stand in readiness for a summons to police headquarters. Was that or der for me alone, or was it given to every tenant?" "Martin gave every tenant th same Instructions." Nevertheless, Mrs. Wheeler in 4-B left hurriedly this afternoon with two large suitcases. I dont think she'll be back for a while." Dolan picked up a phone from the desk. To someone at the other end he ordered: "Have Martin check up on a Mrs. Wheeler In Apartment 4-B at the Bayview. See if there's any indication that she skipped." Replacing the phone, he turned to Cilly: "There's something pe culiar in that" he said. "I par ticularly gave orders that no ten ant was to leave the vicinity with out special permission. , . . Well, well see about Mrs. Wheeler. Now what else did you have to tell me, Miss Pierce?" "Nothing else, sergeant," Cilly said calmly. "But I do believe those three incidents have a tre mendous bearing on the case." "Perhaps you're right" He sat still for a moment strumming on the table with the tips of his fingers. His eyes were calculating as they stared uncompromisingly at Cilly. Under his steady gaze, she became restless. It was with tremendous control that she re tained her composure. "Nevertheless." said Sergeant Dolan finally, "Let's get back to this friend of yours Kerrigan. How much haven't you told me lbout him, Miss Pierce?" Cilly straightened. "I've told you all there is to tell," she said with dignity. "Mr. Kerrigan and I are very good friends. I am sure you will find his character and his habits entirely above reproach. You're wasting valuable time try ing to cast suspicion on him." "Did Mr. Kerrigan ever tell you," Sergeant Dolan asked, with maddening deliberation, "that out in Bluefields, Utah, his father is terving 10 years in prison for theft?" (To Be Continued) All other spring wheat produc tion was estimated at 170,415, 000 bushels, compared with 1 7 0 517,000 indicated last month, 99. 273,000 produced last year, and the five-year average of 187,- 625,000. 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