New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 3, 1921, Page 5

Mothers Know That ¥ 11mmw-'~mm GOHOL-3 PER GENT. Preparationbr similatingthefood by Regula’ 1§ ting the Stomachs and Bowets Thereby Promoting I Gheefi?hlessmm neither Opiam, M e nof 33Dorrs 00— e Genuine Castoria Bears the niesinl Signature In Use For Over Thirty Years CASTORIA THE CENTAUR COMPANY, NEW YORK CITY. THE UNLATCHED DOOR — By Lee - Concerning a And a Thayer — Man a Maid Murder (Copyright, 1920 by T he Century Company.) (Continued from Yesterday's Herald.) Richard Van Loo Schuyler, the last son of one of New York's oldest and wealthy families, arrives home partial- ly intoxicated one night, walks into the wrong house and stumbles over the body of a murdered woman. Realizing the dangers of his predica- men. he flees to his home next door. In the morning he receives a call for help from a servant girl next door, to whom he has been attracted. She tells him her name is Nora and says she has just discovered the corpse of her mistress, a Mrs. Rutledge, who ap- peared to have been murdered during the night.’ In the absence of any one in the house except the servants, Richard takes charge and summons a physician and the police. When he tells Nora what he has done he is surprised to hear her say, “I am going to ask something more of you, you know the best reward for having wrought well—" “Is to have more to do,” answered Richard. Nora, whose surname proves to he Brady, asks Schuyler to keep for her a mysterious package, which she claims would prove embarrassing if found in her possession in the event of a police search. While being ex- amined t¢ the police Miss Brady suddenly faints when the hous keeper, a Miss McLeod. states that she objected to engaging Nora when she was hired, because the latter had no references. Peter Clancy, a famous detective, working for the police department, learns that Mrs. Rutledge was out the night of the murder with a man named Pendle- ton who has, subsequently disap- peared. Clancy also finds the inner sole of a man's shoe, which Schuyler recognizes as having dropped from one of his shoes when he started to remove them the night before. After several attempts to get rid of the shoes, Schuyler finally drops them into the ash can. He is horrified t» find in the package given him by Nera a photograph of the murdered cman and a piece of the blool “tained cloth. Norg, who has disappea:- ed mysteriously, is thought to be liy- ing in old Greenwich village, her cor- rect address being known only to a man named Vincent Quarterly, whom Schuyler has met and followed on a train. Rutledge, when examined oy the police, admitted being out the night of the murder wih another mau and two women, one of whom was Jrene Claimont, an_actr: He de- scribed Pendleton as a “sort of a lame cat,” and said he thought there was some. mysterious understanding between his wife and Nora. Quarterly Snally tells Schuyler he will try to huve Nora telegraph him. On tho strength of a clue that Pen- dleton may be living gt the boarding house of Mrs. Ralph ‘Tooker, at Fair- field or Seaport, adjoining towns on Long Island, one detective goes there only to learn that his man had been there and left. Schuyler receives a letter from Nora, who tells, him that Nora Brady was an assumed name and giving her real name us Eleanor Wentworth. She asks that her package be sent to her at Altonville, Pa. He drives over and delivers the package In person. Clancy demanded an interview with Miss Dalton, the actress who had been of the supper party with Mr. Rutledge on the night of the mur- der. She received him coldly. “We are investigating the facts in the Rutledge case. Maybe you know that already,” Peter began. “Of course I've read about it in the papers.” Was there a hint of hostility in the clear, vibrant voice? “Well, Miss Dalton,” Peter went on, shifting his position slightly, “in’turn- ing over the stones we come bang onto the fact that nobody, unless it is you, knows where Mr. Rutledge was between the hours of say 1 o'clock and 4 on last Friday morn- ing. “But the papers said that he was with a party of friends until after midnight and then went to the Wil- mont."” “Yes, that's what Capt. O'Malley gave out. The fact is, Miss Dalton, that Mr.'Rutledge didn't get to the Wilmont till 4 in the morning. Miss Irene Clairmont and Mr. Campbell both say that the party broke up somewhere about 1. Now, where was he all that time?" “You must see that it's important,” urged Peter. “Mr. Rutledge is known to have been on bad terms with his wife- Oh, why do you make such hor- rible suggestions?” she cried, raising her great, shadowed eyes to his face. “I know, because he was with e all that time!” “I know he left Guiseppe’'s with yow,” he said, “but it wouldn't take more than half an hour, at the most, to drive here and up to the Wil P.T. stands for Positively Tempting Particularly Toasted Preferred Tremendously and finally— | | ; Post Toasties best corn flakes But the password to get them is not ‘“Corn Flakes’ —say *Pest Toasties’” to your grocer. Do you mind telling me where you went?" ' The woman's hesitation was scarce- ly perceptible. “We drove through the park for some time,” she said in a low voice. “Was it a private car or a taxi you used, Miss Dalton? 1l she met his eyes. ' she answered. ou can't tell m> what the driver looked like? Tt would be just as well if we could find him.” “Surely my word Is enough!” Alice Dalton threw her head up proudly. “I'm not used to having it doubted.” I believe you,” said Peter, y; “but it's just as well to get two witnesses if wg can, you know.” Alice Dalton’s face brightened. “My housekeeper was still up when we came in,” she said eagerly, “and she saw Mr. Rutledge with me. I'll call her.’ ‘That's good!” exclaimed Peter. “That's fine. And by the way, could you give me some paper? I'd like to write out a short statement for you and her to sign. Save a lot of trouble <now."” Miss Dalton pulled open the table drawer beside her. “There's none in there. What am I thinking?” said, and shut it quickly. Sha went over to a table by window and the drawer. “Won't you sit hare?” “The light's better. pen?" Peter drew one from his pocket. “Yes, thanks,” he sald, and Miss Dal- ton quickly left the room, closing the door behind her. Peter waited until he heard the soft footfall descending the stairs. Then he turned hastily back to the table beside whick they had been sit- ting. Quickly and noiselessly he drew open the drawer. He had public “It was a the took some paper from she said. And have you a caught a glimpsc of something in- side as Alice Dalton shut it which caused his heart to jump up against his Lreastbone. It was only a flash —of course it might not be any- thing— In one end of the drawer was a large leather scrapbook and in the other a heap of newspaper clippings. Some of the smaller ones, for safe- keeping, had been lightly pasted on pieces of note-paper. From under the clipping there protruded the ob- ject which had caught his eye. He pushed the slips of paper back and dislosed a long, narrow paper knife with a carved ivory handle. He test- ed the blade. It was sharp at the point and on one 'side. Peter left the house With a writtem statement signed by Miss Dalton and her maid, emboclying what the ac- tress had said about her' being brought home by Mr. Rutledge. But Peter had noticed that, . although there was a bell handy, Miss ‘Walton had not rung for the maid, but had gone for her. She had had plenty of time to post her what to say. Clancy also carried away with him the curved knife he had caught sight of in the table drawer. Peter was late at headquarters next day; so late, indleed, that O'Malley was fuming about the officer when he at last appeared. Peter's face was flushed and his eyes were dancing as he wished O'Malley a good morning. The older man replied with a grunt only. Peter went over to the door, locked it, and, returning, sat down by the old captain. He cleared a gpace on the corner of the desk and in silence took from his pocket a large wal- let. From this he produced two blank half sheets of paper of a pale gray with a faint mottle of red and blue fibers. One-half sheet had been folded once in the middle. The other was crushed and crumpled, but had been carefully smoothed out. “By gad!” said O'Malley, softly. “It's the other half of the sheet that was used to enclose Pendleton's card! Where did you find it, lad?” “Tell you in a minute, captain,” he said. “Look at this first.” From the wallet beside him he drew a letter and a small white paper packet, closed with a druggist’s fold. This he opened and disclosed a man's linen handkerchief, mussed and faintly stained. O'Malley gazed at it and then at Peter, with an intent, in- quiring frown. In answer to the 1ook Peter spread out the letter before his superior. The heading at the top was that of Van Dorn & Sawyer, the best analytical chemists in the city. O'Malley glanced at the name of the firm and then absorbed the body of the let- ter with intense interest. “H-m-m,” he muttered as he ished, looking up at Peter. “Hand- kerchief showed traces of human blood. And now, where do we go from here?” Peter's triumphant smile embraced the corners of his mouth. He drew frora his inner pocket a long, nar- row parcel and laid it on the pulled- out slide of the desk. O'Malley watched him intently as he cut the strings and folded back the paper. There was a momen’ of eloquent si- lenc fin- hat could be it, all right,” said the captain at last, slowly drawing a long. deep breath. “Blade's about the right length, sharp at the point 1and on one side, just as the doctors | described. But it's the kind of thing you might find in almost any wealthy house. What makes you think—" “Listen and I'll tell you,” inter- rupted Peter eagerly. For a long time the low, excited young voice went on speaking. Then there came a volley of quick, sharp stions in O'Malley’s rumbling , to. which Peter replied at length. Some one tried the locked door and then knocked, but O'Malley called out that he was busy and the intruder wen. away on heavy, echoing feet. It was over an hour later, that O'Malley ended the conference by rising to his feet. . Some hours later a prepossessing young man with Irisa-blue eyes closed the door of the small bedroom he had just engagzd and locked it. He glanced out at the window and then hurricdly pulled off his coat. “Probably will be back in a min- ute, but [ can get a start, anyway," he muttered; anc rapidly unlocking a suit-case he took from it a small saw. He moved the narrow bed out from two paces from the center of the room. Here he made a deep in- cisicn with a heavy, sharp pocket- knife and carefully and silently pro- ceeded to saw a section from the flimsy lath-and-plaster partition just above the basc-board, taking pains to uring she | the wall and selected a spot by meas- | \ Our $13.00 PANTS $7.95 cut through on his side of the stud- ding, only. He had just succeeded in removing, in one piece, a small rectangle of the wal,, when his quick ear caught the sound of a footfall on the stairs. He desisted instantly and sat back on his heels, listening. The door of the next room opened and closed quietly and there followed the usual noises made by a person moving about a room. They could be heard very distinctly and Peter nodded his head in satisfaction. Dusk fell and night came slowly on, and still Peter cnouched with his car to the opening he had made in the wall. A day, two days, a week, nearly two weeks, dragged by, and still the public, which had been previously thrilled and shocked by the sensa- tional accounts of the murder of the beaut!ful Mrs. Hammond Rutledge, waited in vain for news of’the ar- rest of the criminal or criminals. Clancy had a merry dinner with his friend Bill Stubbs and Bill's wife, Maybelle. After the meal was over Peter, noticing that William limped a little, asked him if he had hurt himself. William almost blushed. “Naw, I'm all right, Pete. Fact is, these damn shoes are too tight.” “You're a fool to get yourself all crippled up, just for style,” said Peter, severely. *“Why don’t you buy shoes that are bls enough?” do generally,” answered Bill, de- fensively, “but to tell the truth, I found these and they were such peaches I couldn’t bear not to wear Where'd you find Peter. terest “Why, they fell from the skies at my feet, as you might say.” “What d'vou mean, ‘they fell from the skies'?” asked Peter with grow- ing impatience. William laughed. “Ain{ you the Jjoker, Pete? No, I didn’t just exactly mean skies. What 1 did mean was an ash-can. I was going into the house to report one morning, about two weeks ago and I seen a package fall out of one of the ash-cans they was emptyin’ into the wagon.” “Well, anyhow, they don't fit you,” said Peter, quietly, “so I don’t call it much of a piece of luck. Let's have a look at 'em.” Bill obediently kicked one off, with a sigh of relief, and handed it to Peter, who examined it inside and out. “Why, the insole’s gone out of this one!” said Peter, in an odd tone. 'em?” asked with a sudden increase of in- Our Biggest WHITE FLANNEL That Brisk, Rich Flavour found in every cup of the genuine "SALADA” o= IEI A . is the true flavour of the perfectly preserved leaf. This unique flavour has won for Salada _the largest sale of any tea in America, Oddsand Ends Clean Up Starting Thursday Morning less than half prices and “then some” Suits Formerly Sold From $30 to $40 100 Suits in this sale; broken lots; only one and two of a kind, but most all sizes at 1.00 : Those that are left 4t 215 MAIN STREET Chautauqua Opens August 17. It took all Peter's self-restraint to prolong his visit ‘to .a reasonable length after he‘had persuaded Bill to lend him the shoes, and when at last the Stubbes' hospitable door closed behind him, he wasted no time in getting over to headquarters. He was thankful that he not only had a key to O'Malley’s office, in which room was his own desk, but also that the old man had shown his confidence in him by giving him the combina- tign to the safe. Rapidly Peter pulled out one of the drawers and from it took the object of which he stood in need. He carried it over to the desk, un- wrapped the shoes, and placed them directly under the light. With puzzled frown on his face Peter put the in- sole which he had taken from the safe into the other pump. It fitted down to the last nail-head. The heavy silence of the room was broken suddenly by the noise of feet in the corridor and a hand turned the knob of the door and then shook it vioiently. + “Who's there?” called Peter. Cross- ing quickly ever to the safe, he slip- wed the shoes Inside and closed the doors. N “It's Fox,"” a voice replied. “Is the -aptain there?"” The tone was excited and exultant. Peter ran swiftly back to' the door and opened it. “What is it, Fox? Have you found Pendleton?” he asked. “You betcher life I've found him, kid! Where's. O'Malley?” “I was betting on you, Fox. Where'd you find him?" “Oh., I tracked him all up through Connecticut and Massachusetts. Little back out-of-the way places. Some- times he hired motors; sometimes he walked. But I got him at last! I told O'Malley I would. = He's up in a little hayseed town just over the New Hampshire line. I've got men watching him three deep in a circle. He stands as much chance of getting away as he does of going to heaven, and 1 can’'t say more than that. If you've got erough, to arrest him, he won't show any fight.” . CHAPTER VL A Burst Tire and the Results. 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