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CHAPTER XV ' Continued) Nothing makes a tjirl more sore than to be stood up.’ she says, tapping ter toot again, like she was sore ; all get-out. An’ I says, ‘gee! Did.Bo den stand up a swell trail like you?* An’ she grins a little at that an’ crocks right back, ‘l’ll say be did! And how!”’ “What else?” McMann demanded. “Gees, ain't 'at enough for one trip?" Micky grinned. “She got o f and beat it out of the elevator, like she was in a hurry. She run into the telephone booth and that’s the last I seen of her, ’cause I had a call from the fourth floor then—or maybe it was the fifth. Naw, it was the fourth. Old man Cohen—wholesale shoes.’’ “Any other passengers for the seven ii floor Saturday afternoon?” iv VI nr, demanded impatiently. "Naw, not a soul,” Micky ans w:rod promptly. “II thought Borden had gone dpwn by the other elevator, for some reason or other. Geos! Ho musta been dead already, and his sweetie thought he'l stood her up! Gees! She musta stood there poundin’ on the door—” “That’ll do, Moran” the detective shut him short. “You and Otto can get back on your jobs, but don’t leave the building till I give you permission, understand?” When the door had closed upon the elevator boys, McMann faced Jack Hayward, his eyes narrowed to glinting gray slits. “Well, how about it, Hayward? I suppose you’re going to tell me it took you ten minutes to find those conveniently forgotten theater tickets.” Before Jack could answer Patrolman Bigger,s appeared, with the information that the men from the morgue had arrived to remove the body of the murdered man. “Just a minute, Biggers. Hold ’em back until I get Mrs. Borden out of the way. I’ll put her in Covey's charge down the hall till I need her.” Some of Ruth’s hatred of the detective evaporated as she witnessed his gentleness with the widow whom he had, a few minutes before, tried to bully into confessing that she had killed her husband, But when the body had been removed on a stretcher, and McMann was free to devote his entire attention to Jack Hayward, fear for the man she loved fanned her hatred of McMann into a high, hot blaze. CHAPTER XVI “W TELL, Hayward,” McMann VV opened the attack with his short bark of a laugh, “you’ve had plenty of time to figure out why it took you at least ten minutes to find those theater tickets.” Jack flushed darkly but his voice was steady. “I had no trouble finding the tickets. They were in plain sight on my desk. But when I entered my office the phone was ringing and I answered it, of course.” “And talked ten minutes? Who was the girl?” McMann was heavily Sarcastic.

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Others .besides Harry Blaine made belated but none the less sincere resolutions to make Crystal Hathaway's life happier— if she lived. Bob Hathaway, who scarcely left the hospital in which his cousin lay at the point of death, said little, but his haggard, white face, with his deeply shadowed blue eyes, told Faith more plainly than worths that her husband was suffering agonies of remorse for the cavalier fashion in which he had treated the girl to whom he had reluctantly given sanctuary after her mother's death. -Got to show the girl a good time when She gets well,” was all he said, but Faith understood. Tony Tarver, who never was absent from the hospital more than an hour da time, except for brief hour* wh ch Faith forced her to spend in bed—they had all taken rooms at the Mid-Western hotel •in Darrcw—overheard Bob's gruffly spoken resolution. -Pat wants to give Crystal a month* rest cure in the south, if —when she gets well,” Tony volunteered, her voice breaking °n that- iaUl ' if” and snatching desperately at tlie • more hopeful •fwhen.” "He says hell send a .‘trained nurse and me along to see rthat she behaves herself.” | Harry Blaine, a iso a member of •that anxious group, in the hospital waiting hx>m. seethed-oddly dashed by Tony's project for making life happier for Crystal Hathaway, then

The call v from an insurance company with which I do business,” Jack answered, his flush deepening and his eyes involuntarily glancing ; toward Ruth. “A business call at 2 o'clock on Saturday afternoon? Pretty thin,” ! McMann commented dryly. “I suppose you can give me the name of ! your caller?” “I can,” Jack answered reluctantly. "And also the substance of the conversation, though I had hoped to spare Miss Lester the bad news for a while longer. The call came from the branch manager of the Pinnacle Life Insurance Company. “He was still in his office, and took a chance on finding me in mine. He called to tell me that ! Mr. T. Q. G~rnett, whom I had signed up for a $50,000 policy, had been turned down after a medical I examination, because of hi|h blood pressure.” His handsome young face was very grim and pale as he acknowledged the collapse of liis plans for an immediate wedding. “Oh, Jack darling!” Ruth reached for one of his tightly clenched fists and laid it tenderly against her cheek. “You should have told me! If you had—” But she checked the sentence that was tumbling out on the receding tide of doubt and fear which had made the last two hours a nightmare. So much was clear now—his worried, harassed manner on Saturday, his moodiness Saturday evening and Sunday evening, that work-stuffed briefcase — “Birdwell!” McMann shouted, and the detective who had been stationed at the telephone in the outer office, in place of Patrolman Rand, appeared in the doorway. “Check up on this by phone. Pinnacle Life Insurance Company. Ask for the manager. Find out if and when he called John C. Hayward Saturday afternoon... .Any news, Birdwell? That phone’s been ringing enough.” Birdwell, middle-aged, laconic, and permanently bored with life, answered tiredly: “Much ringing, little news. Clay’s out to round up the Dubois woman.” # tt McMANN consulted his notes, checked an item or two, then demanded irritably: “Hasn’t that office boy blown in yet? . . . No? What’s the last address you have, Miss Lester? We’ve got to pull him in.” Ruth got the information from her files and gave the memorandum to Birdwell without comment. “I’ll put Callahan on the job, sir,” Birdwell volunteered wearily. “Anything else?” “No, Yes, wait! Hayward, you say you and Miss Lester lunched at the Chester Hotel? . . . Which table?” Jack answered concisely, coolly, but Ruth, who had returned to his side, tightened her hands convulsively about his rigid arm. “Tell the manager of the hotel to send me the waiter who served this

diamonds. He then plays 5 of diamonds, which is covered by West with 10 of diamonds, overtaken by Dummy’s queen and won by East with king of diamonds. Asa result of this play Declarer does not frame.

The Correct Method —To frame Declarer must make four tricks in diamonds. Opponents hold five cards in diamonds that are prooably distributed West; jack, and two minor cards; East, king and one other, or vice-versa. Declarer, after playing ace of diamonds, should duck the next trick, no matter what card West may play,' and in all probability king of diamends will fall, the remaining diamonds being established and game made. The Principle—When holding queen and four minor cards in dummy and ace and two others in closed hand or vice versa, at notrump duck the second time played and the probability is that four tricks may be made thereby. (Copyright. 1929, Beady Reference Publishing Company)

looked vastly relieved as Bob vetoed the idea flatly. "Thanks, Tony. Your father’s more than eenerous. But looking after Crystal is my job—even if I have filled it pretty badly in the past. “If the doctor thinks she ll be better oft in a warmer climate for a month. I’ll send her myself. Otherwise, Faith and I will look after her at home and be glad of the privilege.” Tony flashed him a brilliant smile through sudden tears. “Attaboy, Bob! I wish Crystal could hear you.” Cherry Jonson stretched weary arms above her tousled copper-and-gold curls, and the ghost of her tinkling laugh rang out in the death-suggesting quiet of the room. “Aren't we all funny? If we make good half our promises. Crystal will be the worst spoiled invalid as well as the best-advertised heroine, in Stanton!” i At that moment a nurse stepped into the room. It was almost midnight on Monday—just a week after Crystal's flight from her cousin’s home, "• "Miss Hathaway has just regained consciousness and she's calling for—” “Me?” Tony Tarver and Faith Hathaway spoke in unison, with joyous relief. The nurse smiled and shook her head. “For Mr. Blaine.” (Xo Be ContinucAj

couple on Saturday, Birdwell, and tell him to make it snappy,” McMann directed. “Biggers js holding off a swarm of reporters out there in the- hall,” Birdwell volunteered uninterestedly. "Ready for ’em yet, sir?” “No!” McMann barked. “Just tell the boys that Detective Sergeant Thomas H. McMann expects to make an arrest within a. few hours. And that’s no lie! Be sure they get my name spelled right. . . '. And Birdwell, bring Rita Dubois to me as soon as Clay drags her in.” McMann waved his subordinate away, then concentrated upon Jack Hayward again. “So it took you ten minutes to answer the phone and pick up a couple of theater tickets. That right?” “Not exactly,” Jack answered evenly. “I Was pretty well knocked out by the bad news from the insurance company, since I'd counted on the commission to get married on. so I sat at my desk for two or tliree minutes, trying to get hold of myself before seeing Miss Lester again. I didn’t want to spoil her day—the first after our engagement—” He drew a quick, sharp breath, then smiled down at the girl \yho was clinging to his arm. “Needed money pretty • badly, didn’t you, Hayward?” McMann interrupted significantly. “I was sorry to lose the commission, because it might mean a postponement of our marriage,” Jack admitted curtly. ' . “Then it occurred to me that since , I'd lost the commission I’d better' be lining up other business, so I packed my briefcase with work to do over the week-end. It took me seyeral minutes to find a .list |of prospects I wanted to work on, for I’m not. familiar with my secretary’s filing system. When I had found it I left the office and rejoined Miss Lester at the- hotel.”- • “At what time?” “At ten minutes past two.” ,

got the time down X pretty pat, haven!t you?” McMami insinuated, grinning crook-edly-.as. he. made a note. Then, more directly,. “You were already thinking in terms of alibis, weren’t you, Hayward?” -“You’re certainly open-minded, McMann!” Jack laughed contemptuously. “First you sum up a magnificent case against Mrs. Borden, until.the .poor woman herself must! have half-believed she did it. “Then you make an equally strong case, against Miss Lester, and now both of them must give way to your new favorite—John Carrington Hayward!” And the foolhardy, angry young inan bowed ironically. , . , , “Oh, Jack, don’t!” Ruth cried. “Please, darling—” “Give him enough rope—” McMann shrugged, but his face was livid with anger. “I admit your charge, Mr. Hayward: I am openminded, and you can oblige me with a. little more information. You saw Borden across the airshaft, didnT you?” Ruth held her breath, then released it with a sigh of relief as Jack retorted emphatically: “I did not! I never even wfent near the window. I had other things to think about, besides Borden.” “And yet you knew lie’d been making violent love to Miss Lester,” McMann reminded him. “You threatened, in the presence of Moran, the elevator boy, to kill Borden, remember!” “I did—before she had assured me that Borden had not touched her,” Jack answered evenly. “But ¥ believed 'Miss Lester when 'she. assured me that she had hurt her lip against the door.”

“Yes, you did! You believed her so firmly that you came back later to kill Borden!” McMann shouted, banging his fist upon the desk. “C.bme clean, Hayward!. You own a gun yourself, don't you? ATou didn’t ‘ spend good money—hard up as you are—to protect Borden’soffices, from holdup men and neglect your, ow.n safety—did you?” Again, when she most needed-it, courage from , some unseen, beneficent source sustafined Ruth Lester, just as sickening waves of nausea began to pour over her brain. ‘‘l own a .38 caliber Colt’s automatic, exactly like the pistol I gave Miss Lester,” Jack answered steadily. “You will find it in the bottom drawer of my desk, unfired. I-.have never used it.” As he spoke, Ruth stared at him :in terror she was powerless to conceal. wanted to clap her hands over his mouth to hold back that damning admission. “Why. he doesn’t know the gun is gone!” she realized, with almost hysterical joy. “He doesn’t know! How stupid I've been! Os course he’d have cleaned it and put it back if he had killed Borden! He had plenty of time—” McMann rose. “As you say, Hayward. I’m open-minded! I'll have a look at that gun, and then, still open-minded, I’ll wait for Pederson's report on whether it’s been fired or not. “Pederson's our firearms expert, and if he says it’s never been fired, 111 take his word for it—but not yours. Pretty clever of you to admit possession of a gun; but you knew damned well that the record would show when and where you purchased it.” He strode ter the communicating door, opened it, flung it wide, and addressed the detective who was talking over the telephone; “Back In- a minute, Birdwell. Keep an eye on this couple for won’t you? Come on out—both of you!” and he motioned to Ruth and Jack,' who still stood beside Borden’s desk. a a a FLUSHED, but with heads, held high, they obeyed, silently taking seats at the large table in, the center Os the reception room, where every word they uttered could be heard by Birdwell, who had taken possession of the unaccountably missing office boy’s desk. “I haven't scattered the reporters .yet, sir,” Birdwell volunteered. “Been busy on the phone. The waiter's coming right over.” (To Be Continued)

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