New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 20, 1929, Page 9

THIS HAS HAPPENED “Handsome Harry” Borden, pro- moter- of dubjous stock companies, is murdered sometime between one and four o'clock on Saturday after- noon. His body is found sprawled beneath the airshaft window of his private office Monday morning by his secretary, Ruth Lester. Ruth is engaged to Jack Hayward, whose office is just across the narrow air- shatt from Borden's. Ruth knows Jack hates Borden for his attempted familiarity with her on Saturday morning. Petri- fied with fear, she recalls Jack's strange behgvior of Saturday aft- ernoon, Fearing Jack shot Borden across the airshaft, Ruth goes to close the window above the body. It is already closed! McMann, police detective, learns from the elevator boys that early Saturday afternoon passengers to seventh floor were Benny Smith, Borden's office boy; Mrs. Borden, his wife and mother of his two children, who called for her month- ly alimony check; Rita Dubois, night club dancer, and Jack Hay- ward. McMann first accuses Mrs. Bor- den. When he finds footprints of a pigeon in dried blood he says the *job™ was done from the inside and turns suspiciously to Ruth. Jack admits the officc across the airshaft is his and explains his re- turn Saturday afternoon by saying he left theater tickets on his desk. Bill Cowan, real estate man and friend of Jack's, under questioning tells of hearing Jack mutter threats sgainst Borden Saturday morning when he saw the promoter in the opposite office attempt familiarity with Ruth. He also tells of tele- phoning Jack Saturday afternoon d being plugged in on a busy line and of hearing Borden quarreling violently. Jack denies the conversa- tion with Borden but McMann pointblank accuses him of Borden's murder. They are interrupted by the entrance of Phillips, the waiter, who served Ruth and Jack at lunch- eon Saturday. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XIX “Just a minute, Birdwell,” Mec- Mann answered, then turned to the real estatc man, Bill Cowan who was ohviously eager to escape. *“Cowan I'm inclined to let you &0 on about your business and not hold you as a material witness, if yon give me your promise not to talk with anyone — rcporters, your wife, anyone else — about this case, and will promise further not to leave town, but hold yourseif available for further questioning.” Cowan gave both promises with almost ludicrous alacrity and bolt- ed, after another apologetic grip of Jack, Hayward's hand. The waiter, Phillips. was ushered in — & small neat, middle-aged man in a well- brushed black overcoat, snugly but- toned over his waiter’s uniform. After preliminary questions as to his name, place of residenco and occupation, McMann asked: “Ever sce this couple before, Phillips Mcck brown eyes studied Ruth “I'm afrad, Miss Lester, that. like most pecple. you're ine clined to forget that waiters have eves and cars, as well as bands.” 5. Lester and Jack Hayward :onsci- entiously. “Yes, sir. They lunched at one of my tables in the Chester dining room Saturday.” “At what time?" The waiter shrugged and smiled apologetically. could not say, sir. After to 1:30 rush, sir, T should “Did you notice them particu- larly, Phillips? Anything at fix this couple in your mind Mann pursued. “Well, sir, there were several things,” the waiter began deprecat- ingly. “I thought it odd that the young lady wouldn't take her fur coat off, sir, as the dining room is quite warm."” “I didn't take my coat off because I was chilled—felt as if 1 were tak- ing cold,” Ruth cxplained, taking care to keep decfiance out of her voice. “You seem to have recovered from the cold,” McMann reminded her. “Perhaps there was some- thing—heavy in the lining pockot which you dn't want the waiter to feel or see?" Ruth knew that he was referring to her missing automatic. “There was nothing in the packet, Mr. Mec- Mann!" slightly the McMann smiled, shrugged, then turned to the waiter again. “Yon sald there were scveral things that tmpressed this couple on your mem- ory. What else, Phillip: Well, sir, the young lady dropped her pocketbook, and while I was stooping to pick up the scat. tered contents of the bag, the little lady excused herself, saying she had to telephone—" “To warn Borden not to let Jack Hayward into his office?” McMann pounced, his glinting, narrowed gray cyes fixed upop Ruth. The girl's face flamed. “No! 1 simply made the conventional ex* cuse, and went to the ladies’ rest room to — powder my face. I tele- phoned no one.” “Hmm!" McMann obviously did nrot believe her. “What else, Phil- lips?” - “While T was picking up the scat- tered objects, the young gentleman was studying the menu card,” the waiter went on, in his deprecating, Lesitant manner. “He put the things back in the young lady's bag and gave me the order, without waiting for the young lady—" “What was the order?” McMann demanded. vouldn't like to swear to that, sir— “I ordered broiled mushrooms on toast for Miss Lester, and sweet- bread patties for myself,” Jack in- terrupted. “They were on the ready-to-serve list, and both of us are in the habit of eating lighty luncheons.” “That’s right, sie! T remember To that pleasure of entertaining friends add the pleasure of “Canada Dry” To MAKE the party a little gayer + « « to greet your friends a little more warmly . . . to make the bridge game a little more pleasant and the talk which follows a little more vivacious . . . serve “Canada Dry” when you entertain friends. What zest— like that a hike in the mountains gives you! How refreshing—like the breeze which blows up the val- ley! And its keen, “dry” flavor, distinctive like that of some rare old wine! Its mellowness comes from the blending and balancing of abso- lutely pure ingredients. Its won- derful sparkle is the result of carcful and exact carbonation. Itis served in count- less homes, in this country, in Can- ada. Is it served in yours? Order it in the Hostess Package of 12 bottles. “CANADA DRY” U The Champagne of Ginger eAles: now!" the waiter corroborated ea- gerly. “I brought the orders right out, but first, before the young lady ~ame back, I brought the rolls and butter and gave the young gentle man the key—" “The key! What key?” scMann demanded, his eyes taking quick note of Ruth's startled surprise. “Why, sir, the key that had fell out of the young lady's handbag. T kicked against !t when 1 was put- ting the rolls and butter on the ta- ble, or 1 would never have noticed it. 1 handed it to the young gen- tleman, sir.” “And what did he do with it?* *“I didn’t notice, sir.” *“Did you see him rcach for Miss Lester's handbag to put it there?" “No, sir. I'm quite sure he didn't, sir, at the time, :t least. Probably he handed it to her when she returned to the table S “Do you think 802" McMann grinned. “Just what kind of key was this, Phillips?” “An ordinary modern air.” lock Kkey, 'Miss Lester. show Phillips your key to this suite, please!” McMann rapped out. Ruth obeyed, going to the outer office to get her handbag out of the top drawer. When she returned she silently handed a key to the waiter, who fingered it briefly, then laid it upon the extended palm of the detective. “Is that the key, Phillips?" “It looks like it, sir, but of course I couldn’t say—" “Or is this the kéy you found on the floor?” Ruta asked, with quiet triumph, offering a second key, dif- fering only slightly in size and shape from the first, which she took trom a small coin purse, The ter shook his head help- lessly. “It looks like it, miss, but since most of these keys look alike—" “Exactly!" Ruth cried. “Mr. Me- Mann, this—" and she handed him the second ksy—*"is the key to the office. You can try it and sce for yourself. These keys are s0 much alike that T was always mistaking my apartment key for my office key, and the other way round. So I solved the difficulty by keeping my office key in my coin purse, and the apartment key loose loose in my handbag. And the coin purse, which has a firm fastening, ani fits snugly into 1ts pocket in my handbag, did not fall out when 1 droppe] the bag. That s correct. isn't it, Phillips? “Yes, miss. 1 didn't pick up a coin purse,” the waiter agreed cagerly. “And it must not have come open, for there was only the one key and na small change on the floor.” “All right, else to impress your memory 2" “Well, sir, the gentleman ex- cused himself to the young lady pretty soon after I'd served the en- trees, and left the dining room,” the waiter resumed his story. “How soon after? And how leng had they been there when the en- trees were served?” McMann prodded. “As 1 said, sir. the entrees were ready in the kitchen and 1 brought them right out. I judge they hadn't been in the dining room more than five or six minutes when I served the food, since the gentleman or- dered immdiately, without wait- ing for the yourng lady. I couldn't say exactly how long it was before the gentleman left, but the food was scarcely touched, sir."” “Not hungry, eh?” McMann com- mented, sweeping Ruth and Jack with his narrowed eyes. “Well. Phillips, how long was the young man gone?” “I couldn’t say that sir, to the minute, but it was quite a while— 15 to 25 minutes, I should think, for the voung lady was becoming very restless.” “Very restless!”™ McMann repeat- ed slowly, as he wrote the words down. “Then when the young man returned, how did he behave, Phil- lips? How did he look?" “Flustered, sir, and worricd, sort Phillips. this Anything couple on of. Wouldn't have any dessert, sir, and seemed to be in & hurry to get away,” the waiter answered. “Remember what they talked about when you came for the des- sert order?” McMann demandel sharply. “I didn't listen, sir, the wiiter deprecated, the gentleman answer some ques tion the young lady had asked: something about Mr. Borden, sir. “About Borden!” McMann tri- umphed. “You're Phillips? Just what was said, and how did you happen to remember the name?"” “Wh rather, of course,” but 1 heard . sir, Borden is—or as, sir — a frequent guest for luncheon in our dining room. s0 naturally when his name was mentioned I noticed it.” “Yes?" McMann smiled at the pale girl with the blazing cyes and at the pale young man whosc hands were clenched. . sir thing like, He was saying some- What ma®cs you think I saw Borden?" and the young lady answered, or in words to this ef- fect, sir: ‘Yoa were gone so long and look so awful 1 thought you were having a quarrel with Bor den.’ That's all I heard, sir, f I left the taole then to get the check *from the cashier, with the amount stamped on it."” “I'm afraid, Miss Lester,” Me- Mann turned to Ruth, “that, like most people, you're inclined to for- get that waiters have eyes and cars, as well as hands.” Before the flushed, indignant girl could answer, the detectiv: turned to the waiter again. “When cid the couple leave, Phillips? Give me the time, as nearly as vou can place it.” The waiter shook his head. “T rveally couldn’t eay, sir. I go off duty at three, and all T can say is that T worked for some time after the young couple had gone.” “Ip quite a burry to get away. weren't they, Phillips?” MecMann suggested. sure of that, | to inconsequential at the ‘atican which the ecclesiastical autheriti:s ay have to consider coriously sow that the Holy See has a mational status. It is suggested that persons reyid- ing within the vatican should now have a passport from the vatican rather than the Italian gov- ernment. Until now the pope has given his nuncios passports which have been honored sbroad, but the policy never extended much beyend that. A licensing system for vatican su- tomobiles, hitherto unnumbered is in prospect, while some one has ralsed the question as to how many immi- grants to the United States the vati- sudden |can might be allowe‘: cach year, :: zughter.” A aickel tip! No “on,lis_pomled out that if commensurat der you've got such a good mem.|With ~the number allowed #an lory Where this gentleman is con.|Marino, another small _state, the | cerned, Phillips!™ | vatican would be assigned an Amer- el i ican quota of one-fitth an immigrant | Rumiliation. With furious haste | €VETY Year, or one every five years. he thrust his hand into his pocket |ana drew out a dollar bin. “Here, | Immigration Revision waiter! 1 apologize. 1 don't think Souzht bymm | T even looked at the amount of the | bill. God knows no one has ever| Boston, Feb. 20 UP—The state {before heen able to accuse me of dcpartmentof the American Legion, being a niggardly tipper. Here!™ |through its executive committee, But McMann halted the advance |Y¢Sterday passed a resolution call- of the waiter's cager hand. “Put |8 upon the Legion's national up your money, Hayward! What |°Xecutive committee to take action { would have been a big tip on Sat- ;“" reconsidemation of the o urday might look to the jury like |the Lesion’s national convention i a small bribe to make this man)faVor of the national origins pro- forget some of the things he has— | Yisions in the immigration act before unfortunately for you—so well re. | SORETess. amberadt 6 nlurns]were :\r:t made e < . |recently,” the resolution rea Birdnell, opened the communk: | REEICHE L TN UL e wigs St thaiotfise boy. sl ir]nm. nt of the brave and loyal citi- (TO BE CONTINUED) zeas ot Mamsachupotin.” Did Jack Hayward kill Harry Borden? If not, who did? Don't ! miss the next chapter of this thrill- irg mystery. “I couldn’t say as to that, sir, ex- {cept that the young gentleman left | Fis briefcase, and I hurried after him with it “His briefcase, heavy, was it, stuffed out?" It was 2 large bag and quite lieavy, but I don’t remember wheth- er it w bulging or not,” the aiter answerad corscigntigusly. Did the g nan ledve you a big tip, Phillips?” McMann agked. grinning. % The waiter shrugged ~and spread his haads. “He left the chang» from two one dollar bills and & half dollar. The bill came to two forty-five, sir. McMann roared with eh? Pretty Phillips? Sides ce flamed with | 20 HURT IN WRECK Rochester, N. Y. Feb, 21 UP— Twenty passcngers on a two-car electric Erie passenger train were injured today when a switch engine i, : on a paralleling track backed Confronts Vatican |through an open switch into its path Rome, Feb. 20 (P—Passports just as the interurban was pulling {tomobile licenses, and immigration | into the Court street station in this quotas are some of the things hither- | city. 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