New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 13, 1929, Page 13

“Handsome Harry” Berden, pre- moter of dublous steck companies, is murdered some time betwesn half-past ene and four e'clock oa Saturday. His bedy is found sprawl- ed on the floor ef his private of- tice Monday morning by bis pretty secretary, Ruth Lester. Ruth is en. saged to Jack Hayward, whose of- fice I8 just across the narrow sir. shaft frem Borden's. Ruth runs te Jack's effice to tell him of the tragedy and, finding him out, gearches for his pistel, which he had purchased at the same time he had bought an identical weapon for her to keep In her desk. His gun is gome! Ruth them recalls his in- criminating behavior.of the past Saturday and his angry threat against Berden. Jack comes in and scoompanies Ruth back te Berden's suite. While he phones for the polics, Ruth, fear- ing Jack shot Borden acroes the air- shatt, hurries into the private office to cless the window. Bhe gasps with pelief, for it is already closed! Ruth tells Detective McMann of Borden's two Saturday morning vis- itors: Rita DuBola, night club danc- cr, and Mrs. Borden, his wife and mother of his two children, who called for her menthly alimony check, Mrs. Borden comes In during the questioning and McMann mercilessly accuses her of the mur- der. She says she left Borden alive and saw only one person near his office: Minnie Cassidy, the scrud woman, Nielson, medical examiner, ar- rives. When search is started for & weapon, Ruth tells of the pistol in her desk. McMann looks for it but it, too, is gone. While McMann is questioning Micky Moran, elevator operator, a black pigeon flles plump sgainst the window pane. McMann looks out the window and his cjaculation of surprise startles his listeners. NOW GO ON WIH THE STORY CHAPTER XIII Dr. Niclson, with his little black bag of instruments, and Ferber, the fingerprint expert, with his camera, were crowding the detective at the window as McMann pushed up the sash. Ruth, still not knowing what had caused the detective's jubilant excitement, stepped forward slowly, a cold, little hand dragging at Jack Hayward. “Look doctor! What would you say that is — and that—and that?” McMann pointed from spot to spot on the white stone ledge of the window which opened upon the air- shaft. clson smiled his diffident, win- try smile. “I'd say, unofficially, that it is blood, my dear Sherlock, but only a laboratory test—" McMann barked out a laugi. “And what would you #ay made those peculiarly shaped blood spots, Ferber? 'You don't have to be so confoundedly cautious in your opinlons. Look! “I'd say they are the footprints of a pigeon, made in blood,” Ferber answered, awe in his voice. “Now— how the deuce, if the window was closed—?" McMann drew in his head and dropped to his kneces, going over every inch of the strip of bare floor whicih bordered the rug, from where the stiff, crumpled body of Harry Borden lay. A sharply tri umphant explanation announces 00k, Ferber — Nielson! The same identical cks—two of ‘em, hetween. the body and the window! Three-pronged tracks, as clear as the mose on Doc's face! Funny 1 didn’t notice them before, but nat- urally T was working on the theory that the window was closed when Borden was shot. Let's see the fin- gerprints you got off this window. FFerber, If I'm half the Sherlock that Niclson is so fond of calling nie, those fingerprints will be ax zood as a picture of the man o1 woman who put & bullet through Borden’s heart. Right, Ierber?” “You might be if there were any fingerprints,” Ferber grinned. “Tt happens that the window had been wiped elean. I'm afraid Borden's murderer was a li too clever to lcave a calling card, MeMann.” McMann scowled. “He—or she— may not have left a calling card, but the pigeon did. oblizing Liird, that black pigcon! It was then that Ruth Lester re- named “Satan.” In horror and fear she christened him Nemesis. “I'm afraid my stodgy, scientifi: mind fails to follow your brilliant deductions, McMann,” Dr. Nielson gibed mildly. T'll play Watson fo your 8herlock. Just what do these alleged footprints of a pigeon in I:lood tell you, my dear Holmes?" McMann flushed with resentment at the dector's mild raillery, but de- cided to answer. “I should think it is obvious, do: even to a stodgy, sclentific min. This window was open before and after the murder, and possibly le it was being committed. Cer- ly it was open afterwards, or the pigeon -could not have flown into the .room and walked about in Torden's blood. Also, Borden's body was alone in the room whe cntered, unless — by “Please don’t go mystcrious on me, Shaelack,” Dr. Nielson begged. “I assure you I'm all agog. Unless “Unless,” McMann explained fm- pressively, “the room was occupied ly someone the pigeon was not afraid of — to whom it was accus- tomed!” On the last portentous word. the detective swung about s0 that he was facing Ruth Lester, who in- voluntarily eried out. as if he had “Look, docter! wod that?” McMam What weuld you say that is—snd thet== pointed from spot 1o spot on the while slone dg o the vindov. Mr. McMann, and I was not In this room when Mr. Borden was shot, or afterwards, until I found him this morning.” “In the next office, perhaps, with the door open?” McMann shot at her., ‘No!" 8he was trembling no long- cr, was almost glad that his sus. picions were directed against her, rather than against Jack Hayward. £he knew she was innocent. . . “Gees!” an awed voice broke the tension. MéMann swerved instantly to the red-headed elevator operator, who was regarding Ruth with a curious mixture of awe, admiration and fear. “All right, Moran! Snap out of it! You've got to do a lot of plain and fancy remembering, my lad, if you don't want to apend a night in jail to refresh your memory,” Mc. Mann snapped at the instantly terri- fled boy. “First, T want you to give me the name of every person who used your elevator after one o'clock Saturday.” -, Micky Moran rumpled his red hair in despair. “Gee: t's gonnd | be a big order, hoss. Nearly every tenant and steno on this side of the | building beat it at onc o'clock. Car was jammed, boss, for two or three trips.” “Give me as many names as you can,” McMann ordered, seating him- |seif at Borden's desk, to make notes. | “Wait a minute! . You're get- | 'ting samples of blood. from.those | | pigeon footprints outside and in-| |side, aren't you, doc? And., Ferber, you'd hetter photograph 'em before the doc scrapes 'em up. . . . Now, Moran—" The boy drew a deep breath and then rattled off a dozen names, which McMann listed, with the number of e office to which each helonged. ow, Moran, when did | Miss Lester leave? With the others at one o'ciock?” The hoy shot an apologetic glance | at the girl who was waiting, breath drawn in, hands tightly locked over Juck Hayward's rigid arm. “No, she didn’t get off (i1l the rush was over, -Musta. been about a quarter past one. Mr. Hayward was waitin’ for her at the elevator. He usually gocs down in Otto’s car, on the other side, but when he's got a date with Miss Lester—" “All right, Moran,” McMann in- terrupted. “Mr. Hayward was wait- ing for her and they got in the clevator about 1:15—" “One-twenty,” Ruth corrected. “I had looked at my watch several times, as T knew I was keeping Mr. Hayward waiting. Mr. Borden had to sign some letters before 1 could leuve, and Mr. Adams stayed until alter one.” “All right — 1:2 cepted the correction note of tho time. “Anything un- usual happen as the couple went down in your elevator, Moran? Ine Miss Lester or Mr. Hayward seem | upset or worricd, or anything out {of the ordinary Micky considered. Then his face lighted up. “Gees! Guess 1 did most of the talkin’, boss. 1 just couldn’t get over how different Miss Lester looked, and T kept tellin® her so—" + “Different?” McMann pounced. Was she crying, or pale?” MGees, no! She was lookin® swell! 1f T hadn’t seen her when she went out on an crrand in the | middle of the mornin’, and apoke to me so's 1'd recognize her, I'd never a-knowed her, honest! Like 1 told her, she lookd like a movie star, only sweller. And T said to Mr. Hayward T had to' hand it to him— I he could pick a winner that any- body else woulda passed up.” McMann knit his brows in a puz. zled frown. “I'm atraid T can’t se why anyone would have — ‘passcd {up' Misy Lester, Moran, What do | McMann ac- and made a dryly, his narrowed eyes from Ruth to the angry, tight. lipped man to whom she was en- gaged. *“And this amazing trans- formation had taken place for the first time on Saturday, Moran?" “It wasn't no transformation, It's her own hair, Any guy with: half an eye could sce that! She'd just had it slicked back tight till Satur. day,” Micky corrected indignantly. McMann had been answered. In the utter stillness of the room the tap-tapping of the detective's pencil upon, the edge of the dead man's desk sounded as loud as hammer blows. Then asuddenly McMann spoke, and his words were directed to Ruth Lester: “Twice this morning you've used the phrase, ‘until the day of his death.” Borden, you wsaid twice, had been a considerate emplayer — ‘until the day of his death.’ But— what about the day of his death, Miss Lester?" Every vestige of color left Ruth's cheeks and lips, but her Dblue eyes were steady as she answerd: *T flicking «|meant, of course, until and includ- ing the day of his death.” McMann rose slowly from the desk and strolled toward the girl, towering over her as he summed " “You feared the effect of your beauty on a man like ‘Handsor e Harry' Borden. You wore a sort of disguise to keep him from want. ing you. Saturday, happy in your engagement to Mr. Hayward, you left oft your disguise of homeliness and let Borden see what he'd been missing. He made iove to you, just as Mr. Hayward had feared he would—" r. Hayward!” Ruth repeated indignantly. *‘He himself ‘didn’t know 1 was auy preftier - than 1 seemed untii Friday night after we became engaged! It never occurred to him that Mr. Borden—" ‘But he gave you an automatic pistol to protect yourself against & man who was notorious where women were concerned,” McMann interrupted sharply. “And Satur. day, when Borden saw you as you really are, you were glad you had that means of pretecting yourself, weren't you, Miss Lester?” “Gees!” Again Micky Moran's awed exclamation shattered a mo- ment of intolerable suspense. “You didn’t shoot him when you come back, did vou, Miss Lester? . . A little frail like that, and guy like him!" And Micky's wholly admiring cyes popped from Ruth to Borden's body and back. “When she came bac McMann repeated triumphantly, ‘Supposc you tell me all about Miss Lester's return to the office, Moran.” Ruth’s blue eyes were s0. piteous with fear and frantic appeal that the elevator operator flushed and stammered as he hegan his story, But Ruth’s terror was not for her.! sell. . . . (TO BE CONTINUED) Tt Is Ruth who comes under Mc- Mann’s suspicion now. Who will be next? When You Catch Cold Rub On Musterole Musterole is casy to apply and works right away. It may prevent a cold from turning into “flu” or pneumonia. It does all the good work of grandmother's musturd plaster. Musterole is rccommended by ny doctors and nurses. Try Mus- terole for sore throat, cold on the chest, rheumatism, lumbago, pleur- isy, stiff neck, bronchitis, asthma, neuralgia congestion, pains and aches of the back and joints, sprains, sore muscles, bruises chil- blains, frosted feet—colds of ail sorts. 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