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CHAPTER X —l7— “Not a word to anybody.” Harwood had said. “Dig In 'til I phone yon. One little leak, and we’re finished.” J Barry saw that. But why should Harwood fear the leak coming from him? i Pat? Nonsense! Winslow, of course, who was Morano's lawyer. But Ernie bad said. "Winslow isn’t that kind of a lawyer." And he had said also. "If Winslow's’shielding anyone. It's Judge Hambidge. Judge Hambidge. or someone else Close to him.” Except Winslow, who was close to Judge Hambidge. but Pat? Into Barry’s mind trickled slowly small. Insistent recollections —one after another. Recollections that, in the beginning. seemed to have nothing to do with the case. Pat was In town the I night of the murder. Naturally—with her father; what of It? “He wouldn’t let me stay with him." she had said, at dinner the next evening In Southampton. What of It? But the trickle was becoming a flood now. The afternoon Hambidge had confessed seeing Kelly, why did Pat keep checking the Judge? What did she fear his disclosing? And the confession Itself; why did he make It? “I’m off again." Barry raged at himself. “Just because Ernie said. ’Winslow may be shielding Hambidge. or someone close to him.’ That might mean someone close to Winslow. But who’s closer than the llambidges?” And then he remembered declaring, the afternoon of the Judge’s confession. “The man—or the woman—who killed Kelly knew what he—or she—was going to do." “Why do yon say *she?'“ Pat had asked, emotionally. “This wasn’t a woman’s crime.” , Winslow had asserted, too; only a few hours ago: “that man." Curious. And motive? Well, you couldn’t deny that. If Kelly was threatening Judge i Hambidge. and Pat knew it. There was no doubt that she did. “Eve got something In my pocket." the Judge had quoted Kelly as shouting, and Pat had intervened promptly. All those weeks, before the decision was filed, she had writhed nnder the newspaper' attacks on her father. Suppose she had known what was compelling that decision, and undertaken to remove the compulsion. "Silly!" Barry fumed at himself. “Fantastic!" The house of cards was a wreck now. and Barry turned to other self quest'nnfngs. “That paper in Kelly’s pocket—the threat over Luis. But It seems to have been the threat over Hambidge, also. What’s the connection? “None," he finally decided, interring that Idea. too. and turning In bed. determined that he must sleep. “Something between Morano and Kelly, yes, but between Morano and Judge Hambidge—well, that’s just beetdops!" With that he fell asleep. The telephone wakened him, “Ten o'clock," the girl at the switchboard droned. “Call from Southampton?” I “Mr. Gilbert? This is the hospital at Southampton. Miss Hambidge asked me to tell you that Jacky Rogers has been hurt. We don't know how badly yet. His horse threw him. She'd like to know if you can come at once." “Certainly.” "Miss Hambidge says. If you’ll go straight to her house, she’ll be there.” Fortunately, he got Evans at once, and they were on, the Merrick road less than an hour later. “Never mind . the red lights,” Barry ordered. "Keep going.” But Evans was wary, beating the lights when it seemed safe to do so; stopping when It didn’t, and pushing the car to Its limit on stretches of unpoliced highway. Before two o’clock. ""Evans drew up In front of the Hambldges*. Pat was waiting. “I’ve Just this minute got back from the hospital," she declared. "Peg’s still there, of course. But Jacky’s arm’s broken." "Nothing worse?" e Pat shook her bead. “The whole thing's my fault.” she said, tremulously. “Jacky’s too young for a pony. Although I had one at bls age." She took him Into the drawing-room, where they were Joined by her father, who seemed terribly broken. Between them, they told Barry what bad happened. A bit of paper had blown across the pony’s eyes, and he bad bolted, with Pat after him. She got hold of the bridle, but the frantic little animal bad dragged her out of her saddle. SHU she had clung, until, maddened, the pony bad bucked, and thrown his small rider. Pat had let go then; not without visible and Invisible casualties to skin and clothes. Pat’s nerves were on edge, and Hambidge rambled on about the “poor kid." and this being "tbe last straw" for Peggy, and what were they going to do now, with tbe Ridders coming to Southampton. And, suddenly, Pat said, “This Is Wednesday." ; Barry conceded the point "We agreed to tell the truth If Jack wasn’t free Wednesday." T ( he Judge's muscles stiffened. “What do you mean by the truth, PatF “That you saw Kelly after Jack left him." For answer, Hambidge turned squarely to Barry. “You're pretty shrewd, Mr. Gilbert," be said, for tbe second time. “If you were tbe District Attorney, and heard what I told you here a few weeks ago, what would you ask?" Barry replied, “I’d ask what was that paper in Kelly's pocket? What was in It to compel an honest man to write a crooked decision? I’d ask who else might have wanted that paper—and what became of itr* Both Pat and her father were staring at Barry now, with wide, startled TOl.wMchlvKmlMwltt.tmor.

Tbe Judge cried, “We can't face that." “We’ve got to face It," Pat said. “We’ve got to. There’s a woman with a sick boy—" "There’s another woman, too," tbe Judge interrupted. "A woman closer and dearer to me—" He checked himself. remembering suddenly that he and Jiis daughter were not alone. Remembering, he turned back to Barry. “You know how I feel about all this," he pleaded. “I’ve said repeatedly that we must clear Ridder at any cost. But now you’ve put my fear into words. They can’t convict this boy. What’s the difference whether he's free tomorrow or two weeks from tomorrow? If there were any possibility of convlct- , ing an innocent man—any Innocent man—l’d have no choice. But now—” The telephone rang in the hall. "Mr. Winslow on the wire,” a servant announced. “Very important, sir." The Judge went out, closing the door after him. Pat excused herself. “1 think I’d better go to my father." Barry waited, alone, but his anxiety was great, too, and, at last, be parted the double doors and went into the drawing room. As be did so, he beard tbe Judge’s voice. Evidently. Hambidge had Just hung up the phone, and was addressing his daughter. "They've arrested Morano.” he snid. “For murdering Kelly. What are we going to do now?” But the girl had seen BDrry. Her hand closed over the back of a chair, and she swayed dizzily. Barry caught her up in his arms. “It's no use. We’ve got to have the truth. Who murdered Mike Kelly?” Ills grip tightened on her shoulders. “For God's sake—Fat —darling—was it you?” “Who murdered Mike Kellyr The question was being asked him from every news stand in New York. Beneath It. in huge headlines, the Globe answered, and accused. In Journalistic circles, that story is still re- • ferred to as "tbe big beat”: "Who mur- ■ * For Answer, Hambidge Turned Squarely to Barry. dered Mike Kelly?" “Do the police know?" "Have they always known?" “And has this knowledge been pigeonholed, while an innocent man was held for the crime, because the real murderer knew too much about Tammany Hall?” The Globe replied to these queries in a series of denunciatory statements, libel-proofed by a discreet sprinkling of the usual “it is alleged” and “who Is said to be.” “Luis Morano oirned the house at 24 Jefferson street He bought It In 1929, and lived there alone, with two colored servants, until 1931, when he purchased a stock farm near Morristown. N. J. Tbe bouse remaived vacant, and, last January, Morano sold it to the Progressive Realty c< mpany for $12,000. "In March, when the Progressive company transferred most of Jefferson . street to the city for a so called boulevard. the value of the Murano property was set at $.’»5,000. “The Civic association alleged that . the Progressive company was merely a stalking horse for Boss Kelly, and condemnation proceedings were instituted before Judge Curtis Hambidge. whose decision was filed only an hour after Kelly was found dead, his skull fractured by a blow from a heavy cutglass decanter. "On tbe day of tbe murder, a man. believed to be Morano, telephoned the Globe that be could and would establish Kelly’s connection with. the Progressive company. An ap|K>lntment was made for 10:3d that nigbu The man did not appear, “But at eight o’clock—two hours and a half earlier —Kelly went to tbe Cocoanut Bar. He is said to have bad with him two benchmen. and a paper of some sort, with which he threatened Morano. Kelly alleged that an effort was made to pick his pocket of this document, but it was Mill in his possession when he left tbe Cocoanut Bar. “When Kelly’s body was found, tbe paper bad vanished. AU this Is. and always has been known to tbe police. Kelly was killed between one and two o'clock In tbe morning. “At one o'clock. Morano telephoned his attorney that he was hopping into car to drive to Morristown. Bfat the poUce know, and have always known that Morano’s car was still to front of tbe Cocoanut Bar three hoars ; later. They know, and bare always i known that a new traffic cop gave tbe > chauffeur a summons at that time, and i that the two men went into the Bar toI gether to find Morano. He wan not there, and the doorman said he had . not been there since shortly after one I o’clock.

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know, or should know that he was the occupant of a taxicab that dashed out of Sixteenth street —where Kelly Uved and was then lying dead—at two o’clock the morning of the murder. Half a block from Kelly's house, the taxi struck and killed a woman, Mrs. Theodore Jaxon, of 53 Washington square. Tbe number of that taxi is. or should be known to the police. Its driver Is, or should be known to the police. He Is George Mundelein of 861 Cass street, the Bronx. "Morano hired the cab at Sixteenth street and Sixth avenue, and told Mundelein to take him to the Cocoanut Bar. When the accident threatened to identify him. he changed his mind, and ordered the driver to 'keep on going.’ He said then that he had to catch a 2:12 train at the Pennsylvania station. "Whether or not Morano caught that train, he was not seen again until late the next evening, when he reappeared at the Cocoanut Bar with his right wrist heavily bandaged. Marano told the doorman he had sprained the wrist playing with one of the horses on his stock farm. But Morano was not anywhere near that farm the night of the Kelly murder, or the day following. “Most of these facts are, or should be known to the police. Morano is still at liberty. No effort has been made to detain him as a material witness. For more than two months, another man has been locked in the Tombs, under indictment for this murder. If the police haven’t known of Morano’s connection with the case, they have been grossly and criminally negligent. If they have known, they have been grossly and criminally corrupt “In either event, the public awaits their next move." A considerable part of that public waited in the Cocoanut Bar, or in front of it. And. at seven o’clock that night, Morano was “still at liberty.” The police hadn’t arrested him —in spite of the Globe, and Winslow's message to Hambidge—nor manifested the least interest in his whereabouts. The first show at the Bar was beginning when Tim Laugherty arrived with '‘Big Bill" Devine. “Where’s the boss?" Tim asked one of the head waiters. “Upstairs—on the balcony. He’s having his dinner.” He was. Whether Morano counted too much on his pull, or whether he realized the impossibility of escape, no one ever knew. The platinum blonde had urged him to clear out "What for?” he asked. “Then he said, 'Even in America, you can't get away with murder forever—not forever, you can’t,’ ” she testified later. “ ‘l'm tired of the whole business,’ he said. 'We might as well have it over.’ ” _ What Morano meant by that was soon evident It was buyers’ night at tbe Cocoanut Bar. The street-ttoor was so crowded that the detectives bad trouble reaching the stairs. Tim walked into Moraqo’s little dining room. “Hello, Luis! They want to talk to you at headquarters,” Tim said. Luis refilled his glass. Directly beneath him, 20 brazen voices were bawling u chorus; “Let me be— That’s all I'm askin’ you. Can’t you see? That’s all I’m askin’ you. Take your hand from offn my hips. Take your mouth away from my Upa Let me be. That’s what I’m tellln’ you- 2 -" “I guess you better come along, Luis." Morano rose. “I’m not going,” be said. “Nor “No." “Because whyF "Because I don’t like j)oor boarding house. I don’t like that easy chair you got waiting for me. If you’re gonna croak me, you might as well do it right here.” "Nobody don’t want to croak you/* Tim argued. “What’s the use making trouble, Luis?" For answer, Morano gave him tbe contents of the glass of champagne to the eyes. "Big Bill" Devine seized Morano’s right arm. And Morano struck with his left—a vicious Jab that sent Devine back against an Iron pillar. Only for an instant, however. AS Luis came forward. "Big Bill” caught him straight on the chin. It was a terrific blow. It sent Morano spinning against bls own chair, and then, over that, through the flimsy railing, and down among the dancers, 15 feet below. “Let me be —that's all I'm askin’ you,” came voices, bawling the chorus. And then a babel of voices. Screams, cries, shouts for help. The band was still playing when a “bouncer" lifted the boss’s shoulders. He was bleeding at the mouth, and stone dead. (TO BE CONTINUED) Movable Freezing Foiat Water will freeze when inclosed to a vacuum; it will freeze at a point 1 1-100 of a degree higher than the ordinary freezing point ’To freeze, water must expand. By placing a great pressure upon it and limiting Its expansion, it Is possible to reduce tbe freezing point Experimenters have kept It from freezing, by this method, until It was several degrees below the sero of the Fahrenheit scale. Correspondingly, by reducing the normal pressure on the water expansion la freer and the freezing point la ralsect Tbe atmosphere pressure being comparatively slight the creation of a vacuum serves to ratoe tbe freezing Mint onto a small frarttos at a fin-

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