The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-10-09
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 @sOh. no: don't bother. I'll wait till they get through I was just going to gee them on little business about the Ah1nestrom gun. And that reminds me. Gsye me MT Rhinestrom's address, woh't you2 I have to drop him let ter.''
 "Rhinestrom's address:' she asked IuriohsIy F
 The man nodded.
 ''Sure. Rhinestrom, the inventor of thee gun they're, making here. Can't tQd give me his address? If you don't remember it look at the last letter you sent him."
 "Why, I've never sent him any let teGs," Mazie returned curiously. eff Eeu want his address, why don't you get it from MT. PinckneyT'
 Bradley smiled.
 That's good idea,' he said. ''I'l1 just do that. You take all MT. Pinck- ney's dictation, don't you"' The girl had begun to wonder at the questioning. Bradley looked well and was pleasant But what did he want? .Yes, I take MT. Pinckney's dicta- ion," she agreed cautiously.
 4sAnd he's never written to Rhine strom?'' demanded Bradley, with sud- den sternness.
 For moment the girl fared up. Say, who are you anyhow? What do you want? Are you trying to pump nie ?"
 Her questioner smiled blandly. esOh,. please don't suggest such thing,'' he said ''I'm going in the works now to see a man named O'Lea- ry. When MT. Durant comes tell him that Mr.- Bradley of the secret service is in the workss then send for me. Goodby Much obliged for what you had to tell me-
 Magic O'Brien leaned back in her chair, looking after Bradley with a curious expression on her face.
 "Wel1, what do you think of that?" she said to herself at last in astonish- ment. Him a.detective! Well, he's q pretty good looking fellow-for a de- tective I wonder what's up. remem- Der heswas around here month ago." Fen minutes later the detective was back in the office in time to meet Frances entering with Lieutenant Sommers.
 "Hm glad you're here, Miss Durant," he declared earnestly. Would you mind if I ask you some questions on investigation y'
 The girl smiled at the idea
 twill mind p she exclaimed. "You know I'll do anything in the world I can to clear MT Sommers of any blame. Have you found out anything so far?"
 Bradley shook his head.
 'Pve got no positive proof, but I think shall have before this investi- gation is over"
 "And MT. Sommers will be cleared when he goes before the court of in quiry at Washington" persisted the girl.
 Bradley bowed. q certainly hope so, Miss Durant. You know how much I owe to MT. Sommers and to you. I feel sure he is innocent of any neglect or wrongdoing, and you can depend on me to work my head off to clear him. Everything will depend, however, on what can get from Marsh"
 Frances looked surprised.
 q can't think Marsh is guiIty,'' she admitted anx1ouSly. Hes been 1n the works for years, and nothing's ever been said against him.
 Bradley nodded.
 I know all that, Miss lDurant. But may tell you a secret? I believe Marsh is the inventor of the Rhine strom gun, and if can prove that the rest is easy.''
 "And if you can't?'' the girl asked fearfully. esyl ..
 Bradley smiled with confidence.
 q never let myself look on that side" he said. "Now must leave you. I'll be back in few minutes.'
 When the door had closed on Brad ley the girl turned impulsively to Som- mers at her side.
 What will you do if you find they are against your" she asked bluntly.
 The man looked at her seriously
 t'There is nothing that I can do then, Frances. I'll be dishonored, a disgraced man.
 You mean she persisted, 'if this investigation discloses nothing and the