Evening Star Newspaper, February 24, 1931, Page 22

INSTALLMENT I ETER WAYNE wasn't aslecp when He ought to have been: it was late enough | the telephone rang in all conscience: well after THE EVENING by William Almon Wolff » Copyright 1931, by North American Newspaper Alliance, Inc. " that. alter the fact; no one would. It was 3, | but it was true. Or so Peter thought. It wasn't the way to think of | ing much. a man who was dead. Still, that didn't | tified tne police, and she said she'd | and clung to him for a second, and he rotten epitaph for any man, perhaps, | I asked her if she'd no- a | done nothing but call me. She usked me to do that for her and then rome up herc.” | o STAR. WASHINGTON, D. €. TUESDAY. shocked stare; his eyes shifted at once. h to belle the Yyoice. a had shot Tack, But Peter had seen enougl soft, kindly tone of the man’ He did think Marth damn him! It wouldn't matter to him what Peter might say; it wouldn't mat- ter to him that every one who knew her must know that she hadn't done this frightful thing. Connolly thought she had; all these policemen thought she had. ‘The entrance of another man just then gave Peter an excuse for keeping , Peter saw, another| ‘This_wasn' detective; Connolly's respectful greeting was enough to make that plain. He was & keen-eyed, nice-looking chap, in s thirties, likable, well dressed, well bred. He winced as he saw Tack; then room. She caught him by the shoulders put his arm about her to steady her. | For both of them what must, to the turned to Martha. “I'm terribly sorry to have to trouble vou just now, Mrs. Thayer,” he said. My name is Barclay—I'm from the FEBRUARY 24, 1931, Peter hesitated; , after him & chance to u'"lc.‘.v,mns on.m‘in now his voice had changed; & curious :‘& &Mflhflh menace had come “It 18 Mrs. Thayer's privilege, of course, not to answer my questions or i0 refuse to answer them, except with the advice of counsel. But—" Peter,” said you nk you, Mrs. Thayer,” said Bar- clay. “I, too, will ask you to wait, Mr. | Wayne. “I'd ‘like to talk to you. For | the moment—you won't mind waiting |outside? You'll stay in here with us, inspector?” “But——" Peter began. Then he stopped and went outside. There was nothing else for him to do. Charley, in | a moment. followed him. He didn't| |speak to Peter, but the sulky way he The New Jebtefls It May Be Two Piece Or Three Piece But The Jacket Is The Thing Here Are Smart New a , | district attorney's office. And I'm afrai oo comar g P?“C“:;*"f-“hr“(;“- :"’}‘1‘(‘,‘1‘;" Jike an | Tl have to ask you a few questions.” |shrugged his shoulders, with & scowling | ] B e e then ;’m"{’“ 2| Martha just nodded, without saying backward look at the door, showed that .;on (0 Ll e 3 ADB- | o ‘word. he, t0o0, had been put out, and that he | Y et oy e e giad yourve | . Mr) BAYEK Tesented it. His cigar was still in his comer” ‘ahe il “Pote nldg’r cky "|is Wayne. I'm a friend of Mr. and Mrs. | mouth, but it had gone out and it O Who did. it. Masthas e asked, Thaver. Td like to point out that Mrs. |smelled rank in the cool, fresh air. | L R i 1 *| Thayer has had a frightful shock. In-|Peter sat down on the parapet, feeling “Oh, they think X did, It seems.” said | $2CC(0F Connolly has questioned her al- |sick. and shaken, and scared. | | all incoming calls at headquarters were | Martha. Her voice, instantly, was as cold, | a0, Shouldn't she have some of her | ~'He looked east across the roofs. There | one of the gyp cabs that still charge |timed and recorded; he was very far.|as hard as ice. “That's easier than|jamiy With her—and—how about her iy :uls'/b:g"{:mmluon lhe"rl;:r. I the old high rate: it struck him, after | indeed, {rom having any idea of the (trying to find out who really did, 1| *¥yeroy & oo you think Mrs. Thayer | beyod. Long laa {.’e"""n'mbf;':; he'd got in, that that was an index of | routine efficiency of the New York | suE pose.” needs a lawyer, Mr. Wayne?” asked Bar- | the last time he'd seen the sun rise from the way one's mind worked in a crisis. | police. h, ‘come, come.” Cly." T mn o i aeriee: Ber T 3 i : & y. A g lawyer in | this roof, two or three weeks before. What difference, in Heaven's name, did Big help you're going to be!" said | his rich. pleasant Irish volice. this matter—that is, it is my duty to|He'd been :mm#ln just about the same no | , 10 or 20 cents of cab fare make just | Charley, contemptuously, and turned to try to bring her husband's murderer spot he'd chose: with Martha be- then. take two or three steps away from | to justice. We, the police and I, will side him, and Tack and some others, | need her help. Our experience has|the dregs of a long party, all pretty taught us the importance of getting |tight, had been in the house singing, statements_ from Mmrsar.s: While their | while Tack piayed the plano. impressions are still fresh. I can as- sure you that I have deepest sympathy an E “:Mlnfef) th Mrs. Thayer and that I will con- ‘The “big five” among British banks | sider her feelings as much as I can | We are simply following a routine pro- now have nearly 8,000 branches, 1,000 | being in Londan. He still made poor time, for ail his hurrying, when he got out in the street | Peter didn't know. Except that the at last. He had trouble, first, finding a | call must have come between 3 and 4, taxi. Cruising cabs are thick along|he couldn't fix times at lll—beyond’ lower Fifth avenue, as a rule, at almost [saying that he'd got headquarters on any hour, but that morning he had to|the wire less than three minutes after walk clear over to Union Square be-|Martha had called him, as nearly as fore he saw one. t one he could guess. Peter didn't kno Yeah? What time was this?” Silk Jacket Frocks in Fashions Designed for Womanly Figures nearer 4, probably. And he'd | been in bed since 1:30. He wasn't able. later, to tell just when the quick, stabbing sound of the bell roused him; that was to seem important, for a while, But he was lying in the dark, so that he couldn't see his watch. He had turned out the light some time before, because, though he couldn’t sleep. he had found that he couldn’t read, either. 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Bring your children CHILD LIFE o SHOES cHIE Lirk “WHO COULD HAVE DONE IT?" “OH, THEY THINK I DID, IT SEEMS,” SAID MARTHA. “THAT'S EASIER THAN TRYING TO FIND OUT WHO REALLY DID, I SUPPOSE.” futile than the sort of anger that pos-| As he might have expected, if his | Peter. Then he turned. * sessed Peter, but every one does yield | brain had been functioning properly, | with the madam her to it from time to time; the sort of | he found the police ahead of him. A |said. “How well d' anger in which jealously, and resent- | uniformed patrolman was lounging | huh ment, and a sense of being, really, in| down in the hall: he gave Peter a queer “Why—we—we're friends,” said Peter. | the wrong are all component parts.|look when Axel, the night elevator man, | It wasn't an easy question for him to | ghould hope so! Why——> together with a score of other confused | called him by name, Axel looked very answer. as a matter. of fact; he'd have He stopped short. He was looking at emotions, | sick, Peter thought, and very glad to | found it difficult to explain to people | DaBre srer, ol S o So there he stayed, turning and toss- | see him. Servants had always been -much more understanding than this de- | CORROUYS eyes, and suddenly all the| ing, drawing up, perfecting. his silly, | crazy about Tack; about Martha, too, | tective the nature of this friendship | YAEU® fears ar u“?y pcr e R b g arrogant indictment of Martha Thayer, | for that matter. with Martha Thayer, He'd even been | 92e 81 Se LBy, outrageous implicas and making up his mind for the| It was no longer quite dark when | finding it pretty hard, of late, to define Cha.rlry had treated him, came to a dozenth time that he was through with | Peter stepped out on the flat roof. For | it for himself. | faous, Oonmolly, WoUlI'E ast Poirs her for good and all. He knew, of | one thing. every light in the pent house | OhiiiARy @ Nkt i el 3 course, how absurd it was for him 1o | was on, and in the glare from the win- 1 say sof I suppose this make any such resolution. Really, he | dows he saw more policemen. He thought you was a friend of was just living through the night as|started to go in, but a plain clothes " best he could, waiting for morning to' man stopped him. come’ She'd call him up, probably, be- ust a minute, brother, just tween 9 and 10; that was the way it he said. “Who'll you be?" years. was, usually, at times like these. 'm friend of Mr. and Mrs. changing his 4 .. | Thayer he said. “My name is| He'd confused Peter; v, for some Do L T s e = rayie, ek Thayer cRIIS 0 0ps T | Lo own, he Was trying, de ipating that telephone call He'd | the one who notified you people. You're | liberately, to provoke and anger him, know, when the bell rang. that it|® Policeman, T suppose>” | “Yeah?" he said. “I xnow your sort was she: she always did. Then hed |, -Yeah" said the man. “I'm a po-|of a friend, fella. Kind makes love to e Iy, ey voice Tn. s | e ver__»| 8, Man’s wife when he ain't around, B eI s et | Cperiyfar e dor WM Bl sy | | That SR BRe ) “la e GaBnEd el forgivable thing the night before, and | [Nt now. ‘Better have a cigarette, | He kept his voice down, though; he was forgivaks y care about would be Drother, and calm down. Pretty much |through with playing Charley's game for | &l he'd reslly ¢ Soing v have time, | excited. aren't you?" | him, whatever it was. “And if you can’t e "| jqEtter stared at him. Then he|keep a civil tongue in your head, keep She wouldn't ask to be forgiven, of | 1ughed. That was due to sheer nerv- | still. I don't have to answer your ques- | ‘""’B t he'd hear the contrition in | 0USNess, of course, but he saw, at once, | tions.” ef'm'lf-l uf u:' h’ there'd be deep, | that it must sound bad. The' cigarette | her voice, thoug ere'd %- was a good idea, though: he needed one. Iy in I oo it S | (DI ot 'that he' wash't et T e S e O [vesty wes another tngie oF Sl Rons the bad temper h;a been :fl jhu t‘:; | He lighted one cigarette from another | 'h:]e;&ructgr! doed hunf:: comy d. o | 8l day long, as a rule, but he hadn't| an offen P o Ccarso | 80 much as thought of smoking since N s (L ot AR | Martha. ad called 'him. up! “ e Ao, that had been built up too0 hig! a dered, later, if that didn’t mean that o, Df course, fLEWRRH Sftes ORY- | he must; from the first, :have Bad o, | light that she called him this time.| o 7O, oM what was coming. Eve It was right then, in the middle of the | CTICT OO, of what wa i night, while his' helpless anger still | [1eh. thou sl S oy e S | S 15 wen Obvion, SSOWAY; NS e Iaog out, with the sinistef, terHIVINE | must resign himself to walting. 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I don't care for her to be left alone with the police if you're a fair | sample of them.’ | He started toward the elevator shaft | door. But Charley’s hand fell on his | shoulder. | “Hold your horses, fella,” he said. | 'You're stayin' till the chief gives the word to let you go. One cf the uniformed men laughed. Peter knew he was helpless. He had an idea they had no legal right to detain him, but he wasn't certain of that, and he was quite sure that, right or wrong, Charley could keep him there if he chose. Moreover, another man came out of the pent house just then, and Charley released him. “Here's Wayne, Inspector,” he said. | “Guy made the squeal.’” ‘The newcomer was better; Peter liked his looks. He was a big, red | cheeked Irishman, with hair that was, Peter guessed, prematurely white, and he smiled in a friendly fashion. “Good morning, Mr. Wayne,” he said pleasantly, with a suggestion of a brogue. “This is & bad business. May- | be you're going to be able to help us to get at the way it happened. I'ms Inspector Connolly, in charge of the Homicide Squad. Will you come in- side? I'm thinking Mrs. Thayer, poor INH. m’l be glad to be seeing a friend.” e The New : i Vanity Fair p ’ jeew J‘ Now Presents Lovely New Rayon Underthings. . $1.00 Vests, bloomers, step-ins and bandee panties—these are the new Vanity Fair Underthings of rayon—rayon that will not run or shrink. Beautifully tailored and cut from the same patterns as are Vanity Fair Glove Silk Underwear. —Red Fox “w —Brown Fox - here!” he sa fright m it, just the same, and even .. . L, gettl; up. Borrov—tast’ in et sepetetion of his | Wby can't 1 go in? “Whois i chenss name. “Peter! Can you come up here oo¢; I see him. And some right away? I've just come in. Some- T "he Knows ought to be with Mrs. tful has happened. Some 1 oniy wled Tack e Plenty of time, plenty of time," the ‘“Tack? Killed detective said again. “Calm down, s - brother, Take it ‘The ok . . v's all right” s, He ) me e T Peter was disposed to argue the He'd switched on the light point, but just then another plain time.it helped to steady him glothes man came out of the pent | “Of course'” he said. “But—Martha Nouse. He was smoking a cigar and | —wait & second—what have you done? | pore # derby hat tilted sideways and Mave you called the police?” | Bshed far back on his head. He| ) I s eter No. I've just called you. O8n you, ““Hey ~Charley,” said the first de- et {r:»r%’?n;ymfiy}nd then come your- tective “Hires Wayne—the vy that That was all. ' He got police head-| Ph3ncd ! g AW R quarters on the wire right awav. but it| ;0 XA said Charley. He went over was a long time before he could 810D | 1 oueq. mie fun e byrtaing a8 falking and begin getting dressed. He | ® [OVCS his Jaw thrust out He was was passed on from one thin. | gmall koo even ey % cruel, tight-ip. disembodied voice to another And ay|ped mouth For & second he didmt Tutile questions. Who | Speak again. but only stared. Peter Was nes How did he, away downtown, | (U4 see e ‘{‘;‘“mh"en':nu:l.;v:n: man asked him, insistently, two of three | “"2yE7 Be 08 times how he knew it was a murder.| pon iy anyway, and not & suicide; you might| . " " i have thought, it seemed to him, that he|, St down. you!" said Charley, al was & mischievous boy who'd been|(iheY; o 8 SPRID. peremptory volce caught mrmm(hmul false alnrflk}‘ of nor: Soned aYmy non-com. ‘He WeS sy taREs t didn’t, at the time, so much as o v Tur 1o Him’ that senseless, maddening Soack, by voice Bl T Steration and reiteration of stuptd | Poe ) ely; e knew later that that had bee questions had any purpose or design.| o of refiexes. “Now, br'pnr: s that it was, perhaps, & part of & cal-| cjoan! How'd you ‘come to call head- culated routine. | quarters> Where were you?” Even aftér.he hung up he made slow Home,” said Peter. live in East Thayer called me | Peter echoed, Repeated by Demand— Sale of i Black Winter entrance hall was empty, but a whltci evening coat of Martha's, trimmed with 7 white “fox, ‘lay across a chair, and| st Tack’s hat and coat and stick were on N a table. Peter went on into the living | room. H Mart) in a pale yellow evening, dress he'd never seen before, sat in a With surprisingly Beautiful Furs chair by the fireplace. He caught his Fifty $3950 1056950 § 29 .50 breath at the sight of her. But he al-| Coats for Women So popular was a previous sale of coats at $29.50 ways did; there always had been, and | he thought there tiways would be, an | indescribable thrill for him in any first | fresh glimpse of Martha, no matter how short & time had passed since their last, meeting. 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At the moment, thou; Peter gave no thought to what she'd said; he'd just seen Tack. Tack was in & big, high-backed chair over by & window. His head was sagging down on his chest, but it didn't hide the ugly smear of blood on his shirt front, He wore a dinner | Jacket and apparently his body hadn't/ been touched or moved at all. He| looked pretty ghastly. His posture was, constrained and awkward; his right arm | was held out *'hrfi-qnelv over the arm | of the chair. ere was nothing of the | dignity of desth about him, and it| seemed horrible to Peter to see Tack, ho'd been a great athlete, whose évery movement had had the lithe grace of an animal's, sitting, sprawled out, all the sheer, superb beauty of his magnificent body blotted out by the bit of steel that had killed him. | It was all in one moment that Peter gathered his impression ‘Tack, for almost instantly all his fttention went back to Martha. She came toward him and he met her halfway scross work of getting into his clothes; he|Ninth street. Mrs. was awkward and, clumsy. He was be- ginning to realize “the stark horror of what Martha had told him, to antici- pate what he would find when he reached the pent house where she and Tack lived, way over East, in the fifties. He kept seeing Tack Thayer and trying to grasp the fact that he was dead He'd seen Tack, very s0 very many hours ago. He'd had Junch at the Yale Club with George Garrison, and Tack had been at an- other table. They'd waved to one an- other; he wished, now, that he'd gone over and spcken to him. One's mind| “Yeah? Well—that wasn't what you works oddly at such times. And—too, | said first. Told you soms one had he'd expected to see Tack this evening, ! killed Thayer, did she—not, that she'd only, of course, as things had turned|come in and found his bndy. Watch out, he hadn't your step, fella.” His voice altered. But_he didn't really grasp the fact' “Who'd she say had killed him? that Tack was dead. It wasn't im- He flung the question at Peter, and aginable that he should be, and still | it was Peter’s turn, now, to stare. less was it imaginable that any one| “She didn't say!” Peter cried. should have killed him. It didn't make [ “Why—good God—do you mean she sense. Who on earth would want to | knows?"” kill Tack Thayer, and why? He wasn't “I'm_as] the of man any one would dream fella. Die say, eh? Sure of that? of ki No one, just for one thing, Well—whaf else did she say?" would take him ‘seriously enough. “Why—" Pete: by Peter caught himself up, sharply, at now; the routine was working. “Noth- up and asked me to notify the polic>.” He was standing over Peter and his eyes were like a snake's; Peter won- dered if he had any eyelids, so fixed and unwinking was his stare. “She told me her husband had been killed—she'd found him——" “Hold on. 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