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urder at 2 | gh.Tide ™ SYNOPSIS: The fear and hate that 18 built itself around the despised Dan arados has its climax in his own mys- arious murder. He is shof in the lbrafy ¢ his home on his island estate off the Satlfornia. const. . Anatole Figue, = Pa- isian detective, does not notify authori- s until he géts clues of his own from “eame of murder. Tiurder ‘was committed. CHAPTER IX. AT HIGH TIDE. AKING out his note book, Sam- uels addressed himself to the | group. “I want to know the where- abouts of the rest of you be- tween 6:30 and 7, Mrs. Parados.” “I was in my room dressing for din- fer,” she explained coldly. was_with me.” That right, Manning?” “Indeed it is, sir!” Manning's voice threatened to become hysterical. “I was busy every minute. You must believe me, sir!” Manning clasped her hands imploringly. “All right, Manning.” Miss Jahries. “Name?” ‘Anita Jahries, hnus?kerper.“ He appraised Where were you between half-past | d 72" my room resting.” ‘Any one with you?” “No.” Miss Jahries scemed calmer now. “Mr. Annersley was sitting on the north terrace. My room is down- stairs, looking out on the north ter- “Did he know you were in your Foom?” “Yes.” Miss Jahries hesitated again. “The window was open and he was smoking. He asked me if the smoke bothered me." ‘ou were in your room until 72" Until about five minutes to.” “And Mr. Annersley was on the porch all that time?"” “Well, smoke from his cigar blew '.hrnugh my window nnd X heard him move from time to time. Samuels frowned. “Miss Jahries, what did you do after gou took Mr. Hunt up to his room?” “I helped Lum We with the salads and arranged flowers in the dining room and I gave M. Flique Mr. Para- ge. ht,” Samuels grunted. “You And he looked at Grainger. “David Grainger. end odd job man.” “What were you doing between half- past 6 and 72 “Having my supper in the kitchen.” “Were you alone?” “No. Lum We was working over his dj.rmtr" “Hm! You people seem to run in irs. Were you there all that half “How long have you worked here?” Cella was staring at Grainger, a Severish expression in her eyes. “About two years,” Grainger mut- “Ever see any Lhing thst might hook up with this shooting?” ‘tend my own business. ‘Answer my question!” samuels com- I:lnded. Thl all the answer you'll get.” rainger thrust out a stubborn chin. “Hov:‘fou come by that bruise?” “A eucalyptus slashed me across the cheek,” Grainger said. “All right, Grainger. You next, Lum ‘We.” And Samuyels beckoned to the ili:;le Oriental. “Speakum easy Eng- Lum We bowed politely. “That would be a superfluity, Mr. Samuel. _Your aminmu tongue is a dragon, but I-have A rtpple of amusement ran through "You hmd what Grainger said, Li We;" hs.m“:rl: demanded. . g “I have the ears of an le, Mr. Bamuel.” e .You were there all the time?" “It is inevitable.” "¥ow long have you been here, Lum o2 “What is time? Who can dgcide?” “Abuut nine years,” Mrs. Parados “Thtts all just now, Lum We,” Sam- uels said abruptly, and he turned to Johns “I suppose you have an alibi, “Dm an honest man need an alibi?” Johnsldlxl;lguli" N e woul the world pla; 1a! Andsaml Iéelsbnd:?i",ed s loubt it ever will,” Prof. Johns declared. “But I'm afraid I haven't an alibl. I was in the tower of the fort writing until half-past 7.” “’You cannot substantiate that?” “Not unless you can induce those an- elent bricks to speak,” Prof. Johns smiled. doubted.” “I'm not doubting it. These ques- $lons must be asked. % Let's see, you are—" u.;IHerberl Johns, the marine biolo- | “You've been on San Lucas Wwhile, haven't you?” e must ge 20 years.” You an arados always good Eriends?” 4 “Mr. Parados had no friends.” “I am asking you, professor. “We had our differences, certainly. It would be impossible to know Mr, Parados for 15 years without differ- ences. “Manning " “But my word never has been | Samuels was about to address him- self to Cella when Hendricks stepped forward. “1 would like to say a word for the professor,” he announced. “I believe I could give him that alibi.” “Let's hear it,” Samuels said curtly. “Your name?” “John Hendricks. I have run the launch & couple of years. “Go ahead.” “I'd been to La Playa for the after- noon mail. I left around 6, as usual. It would be 6:30 when I tied up below. I went up to the house and left the mall on the hall table. Prof. Johns had asked me to get him a book out of the La Playa Library—Spencer’'s “Biology” —and I went right up with it. He talked & minute and then I pulled | out. “Here’s the alibi: When the tide is very low you can just about get across the Gut. When it's high, as it was between 6 and 7 tonight, no man that ever lived could make it. It's only a | couple of hundred yards from the tower {to the house, but it's a mile around by the head of the Gut, and that means 15 or 20 minutes' walking. The pro- fessor was in his room. He didn’t lool as if he had been running and he hadn’'t walked ahead of me. And it must have been 7 when I left him. | See?” | Samuels nodded. own_alibi?” | *“You mean I could have done it be- |fore I took the professor his book?” X" “I guess I'm out of luck,” Hendricks grinned. “But I wanted to set the pro- fessor right. 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