New Britain Herald Newspaper, May 23, 1929, Page 17

by Charles Synopsis: fidence of love, Lucy insists that her fiance, Jerry Ogdem, did mot mur- der his father, In a desperate at- tempt to hide an important link in the evidence, she defies police of- ficers investigating the crime. Lucy’s uncle, John Peebles, finds Jerry's keys dropped by a fleeing figure Seen leaving the Ogden home a mo- ment before Andrew Ogden’s mur. der was discovered. The police de. mand the keys when Lucy snatches them from her uncle's hand and escapes to the Peebles home. Police @re searching for the fugitive Jerry, Lucy's dark eyes, llnl-ed. elog against whom they have a swong| ease of circumstantial evidence. CHAPTER 7 NTER LUTHER MacNAIR The French windows were bolted and the curtains were drawn, but 1/ saw the dark blur of Lucy's head against the back of my armchair. “Lucy! This is Uncle John!" There was no response at first; then her head inclined toward th: window. A burglar’s wurx'hll:h‘t was circ Let me in.” slowly and came to “T am alone. 8he got up the window. “Has he gone?” muffied. “Yes. Open the window." Her voice #vas ‘With the implicit con-- Suddenly Lucy took my face be- tween her hands; her eyes were alight. “What is it, dear?” “Luther MacNair, the detective, Uncle John! You must get him to take the case”for Jerry!” “MacNair!” I cried, aghast. “Why nut? You told me he is known all over the country. You said he solved nearly every case he undertook.” “MacNair has jected. “He'd help us.” “But he mightn't,” Lucy pleaded. retired,” T oh- probably refuse to nd defiant, “We could ask him Her cloquent eyes down. How could unholy fear that MacNair might add Jerry to his tragic number murderers? Indecision held me | torment and then my faith r | newed itself and nated the blackness of my soul. “Very well” 1 said. “We'll ask hin L tell her of my in flung her soft arms around '3 llle den, | | | “J won't give them up:” she de- elared hysterically. “Now, dear,” 1 said briskly, T entered the room. to face this thing with clear brains and brave hearts. Where are those Keys?" T won't stormed. “But you must! Deacon knows you have them. You Jerry by keeping them back. And— we've got 1o have Deacon’s co- | operation.” “But I followed you, Uncle John. 1 heard what Captain Deacon said to you. I didn’t understand it at all ~—you haven't told me anything, vet — but he thinks Jerry killed his father.” She broke began to weep again. tirmly by the shoulders. “Now see here, Lucy! won't get Jerry out of th You must buck up and show kind of stuff you arc made o And bock up she did, forthwith. drying her eycs on a spider's weh ot a handkerchief that wouldn't have stopped my ear. “Nothing has happened to Jerry yet. and if we keep our heads, pothing will. Give me those geys.” They were under the cushion of my chair and after we dug them out. “You don’t believe lncle John 2" ? course not.” “Neither Jerry's fa “T didn 1 admitted. saw Jerry’s white white eweater you gave him last Christmas, and the pulled-down Panama hat he hought last week. And these are his keys. Moreover. Hubbard heard Jerry's voice in the library twenty minutes before— Lucy put her fingers on my lips. “It was Jerry's clothes, Uncle John. T had given this possibility son: thought. but 1 knew if I hadn't give them up!” she me: Jerry did it, nor Stimson saw “But 1 trousers, the been very fond of Jerry T wouldn't | Fave wasted my time on it. “Tha! wouid imply willingness on Jerry's part to let some one els~ | “and he | when Hubbard | have them.” | was wearing them saw him at rix o'clock.” This epencd wider speculation and we observed, ficlds of | fell silent. won't help | off, shuddering. and 1 took her | much wriggling somcbody else you saw in | after | “we are going | BULLETS pinned me | of | 2 courage illumi- ' NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, “You are going to help us then?” He flashed | his disconcerting my neck and kissed wme. dear!” s#he cried. “Come We'll ge right awa, “My @ear child! The man will | have been in his bed for hours. Look at the time! Twelve o‘clock'r Off to bed with you.” 8he slipped to her feet and stood facing .ne pityingly, hands on her slender hips. “You'd make a fine detective! Don't you know they always get on the ground at once” It you don't come with me this minute, Uncle John, I'll go alone ‘That settled it, of course. Mac. Nair's house is a shabby old stucco place set a lovely garden two blocks below ours. He was having a sun porch built on to it and we had to pick our way through a jumble of huilders’ materials. Lucy rang the bell and soon we heard foosteps in the hall. A light snapped on, the door was flung open “and Luther AlacNair stood before us. was none tow “You on! E | " he growled, . “Hello, there | just going to h “I am <o ‘nm hour 1 | “But the rather serio “1 was urh you at said apologetically. on of our call i This is my nicce y Mr. MacNair, Lucy. We/| dreadfully upsct about _this | tragic affair at the Ogdehs’. The | | police seem to think Ogden’s son. | {Jerry, had something to do with | R “Indeed:™ “Yes, My nicce and young Jer- zreatly attached to cach | a matter of fact, they ar he interrupted irri- | what's it got to do‘ | reputation followed you Mr. MacNair,” 1 said humbly. | We came to consult you.” consult me! I told you and I was out of this sort of | here, “To be sure” T stammered. “Bui | T thought—the matter is so urgent —we hoped you might be persuad- ed Won't you talig hold of it for us Mr. MacNair?” Lucy broke in pleadingly, her dark cyes more clo- quent than T had ever scen them. He ecemed to think rapidly for a minute, “Come inside” he said curtly. We followed him into a library and he offered us chairs in front of a fireplace with a red ember or two still glowing in the grate | Paper, sticks and 4 log soon start- | ed a crackling blaze and M r drew up a third chair. The re- flection from the fire softencd his tean. hard face; the swarthy skin, high cheels hones and slit of a H penetrating € ses. R e ing wor disliking him. it came over me-that we had come to the «ight place. If any man on earth could put his finger on Ogden's mur- derer it was Luther MacNair., . the relentless man-hunt- | fers remained quict for most of thy | while I told him as much as T | knew of the Occasionally T rrupted with a pertinent, pointed ion. “Hyde refused to tell you he got the pistol 2" “And Hubbard | shout ‘gold hullets’ irie was in ch? Jiood rame, | Are vou | Furie with quickly. | “Tam inclined to constder him That womai in black, too. And Nathan Hyde, perhaps. Don’t mis- understand me. 1 am not saying any of them did it. They have merely entered the case—that's all.” case, where he growled. heard Ogden while this man the library. Furic, that.” inclined to the connect | murder?” 1 asked Demonstration Cr)im{l of | Hot Weather Dishes "Makes it Safe to be Hungry” by arry & l MISS ANDREWS Cooking Expert At This Stcre Friday, May 24th 24P M. EVERYBODY WELCOME Bamforth PHONE 2504 | here, THURSDAY, “Do you know o life that might for his death?” “It's rather har den and 1 were deal and the children But, well there was a side seem. Sometimes the Andrew Ogden stare at me. “I suppose I shall have to,” he grumbled. “It's about odd a thing as I ever tackled.” Lucy gave @ sob of relicf, but she was too overcome to do more than whisper some incoherent c¢x- pression of her gratitude, “I want 1t clearly understood.” he went on, “that I play no favors. If 1 take the case 1 look for Ogden’s When I find him I shall over to the police, no Is that un- as brougnt “Wh Ogden I smiled 2 murderer, urn him matter who he may be. derstood " 1 nodded, shuddering a little and avoiding Lucy’s eyes. Ve are not afraid, Mr. Mac- she assured him bravely believe from what T at Jerry Ogden " Lucy ainced at my question, but it had to be asked. “Why shouldn’t he returned with such brutal directness (hat Lucy gave a cry of pain. “Hub- bard heard him talking to his fa- ther shortly after nine. You and Stimson saw him running asif for his life two minutes after the thing was done. If it had been any one else you had scen racing along that walk you'd have known who Killed Ogden.” perhaps. but that his father in looks of that T sometime W “On good terms “Of course. ferences, I expect.” vou d question that T vas the color cheeks flamin, Roth of differenc his father about ¥h “Nothing much,” Iy. “Ogden own: ’ near Torr .nmm or The man's cynicism appalled we.|in it. He “What about the possibility that | mine, hut somcbody efse was wearing Jerry's| touched clothes, (hat somebody else .xmm. | youngstor kKis keys™ 1 ventured. Jerry's face, remember | quarrcicd, MacNair laughed. “Why should | Mac |it e somehody eclse? Because vou |hear Ogzden mentio want it to be. Well, never an in black 2" " He lighted a cigarette. v ? Peehles. It looks as it young Ogden killed his father. But [ am | wanted Andrew Jerry and he so far hear him r lets” |not startinz out on the assumption | that he did. sions . later.” ir enough.” T agreed | suppose We understand each other, then. |down.” have known Ogden for some | do, now. time. T take it?" | tast.” “About nine years." | “Intimately? | and to Deacon MacNair s I see T'll draw wmy conclu- | nric [ Wil have the e You CH good news seems almost in- credible! Alert housewives are aware that the new Fro-joy 2-flavor pint package is the most delicious ice cream that money can buy. But even in addition to this, food ex- perts have proved that Fro-joy ice cream abounds in special, vital food elements which bring YOUTH— joyous, vigorous youth! For Fro-joy is rich in vitamins and phosphorus, calcium (lime), sol- uble iron—elements known as “Youth Units”, which feed the cells that guard health and energy—which guard precious youth itself. “He was my closest friend.” engagement I alnays the man himself.” t kind of a lad traint, They came startled. ther constantly about it. They hadn't as [ know. grunted. “Don’t forget the probability that murderer MAY 23, 1929. | Jerry's flannels. * I reminded him f anything in his| He grinned mirthlessly. “Ite be- suggest a motive | come a probability, has | better sleep on what I said about (|\|ng the responsibility. 1 meant If you want me to drop the case e et d to explain. Og- together a good of the us closer . had an idea of him 1 hadn’t 1 wondered if 1 knew really we Mr. . Luev answered him not af-aid of the truth, Nair.” He nodded. “1 shall want to see that Peterson revolver. so don't turn it over to Deacon yet.” With this he let us out into the darkness, It was hAlf-past-two when I got into bed. My mind was going round and round like an endless phono- graph record and 1 felt as if 1 could never sleep again. The telephone drew’s iast words ning like the wind . story of Furie and the ., and Andrew shouting bullets” Gradually my overwrought nerves quieted down and I felt sleep steal- ing upon me. And then, suddenly, awake again. Some slight noise have aroused me. hut my first thought that 1 had neglected to do somcthing. Ah, ves! I had put Polyandria out and forgotten to let her again But a sense of “wrongness” persisted in my mind I was on the point of sliding out of bed when a weighty object land- ed with a thump on my ahdomen Alarmed. 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