The Dermott news., 1913-12-25

 it. You can laugh. Inspector McGee, but there's something fin this spirit thing. used to think there was, an then again I'd think there wasn't even in my own clairvoyance. Well, anyhow. it came 10 me like iash-b -boarders, could run my house just tho way wanted, because l needn't look out for profits An l could take jest who wanted and shut out whoever I didn't want. The thought chirked me lot. So fixed all the bedrooms up seHsible with good white and gold beds and adult size towels an, gave them all little hNy i touches that made them homelike.
 An l was jest ready to begin to i look around an advertise when-this l happened. The idea struck me as soon as l saw the state of the people in that house. The police would put l 1t under guard an' the boarders would i be out of home. So | moved 'em over bodily, all but the one you l pinched the sick little dago woman l from upstairs. an the two girls, and i that funny old Professor Noll An I'm even putting up with the landlady- if it was other peoples troubles l was lookin' for l got 'em all right
 Gee" ejaculated Martin MeGee. "I can use you"
 Yes. you can" interrupted Rosalie. but you won't l know what you want You want me to go to work an help cinch this ease Well. l wont {. I'm out of that business, too What I'm here for. Martin McGee beyond the pleasure l always took in your society'-here Rosale let her dimples play and fash-"s to tell all | know or saw. sos you won't be callin' me at the inquest an gettin me A fea. ture in the papers"
 How about this man North?" asked the Inspector
 Well in the first place, l like him. !" said Rosalie. T like that boy. Looks like an alibi for him when the land lady says he come up the stairs only a minute before he hollered. an the doctor says that this Hanska had been dead two or three hours. Appeared to me like he was jest jared out of a drunk, too How about this Lawrence Wade or whatever his name was-the man who called with the bag? Got him9"
 He was arrested this morning In Boston"
 "Skippin? Looks bad. But now. Inspector just to close things up. I'm out of this case I've given you all l know. Your police will be botherin' my boarders lot with questions; an so will the reporters. Just trust me to steer that You keep me out"
 Martin NcGee sighed
 All right, Rosalie, but I'd like your help Still owe you lots of good turns, and the case don't look as mysterious. after all. l guess it's that fellow Wade"
 Il guess probably" admitted Rosa lie. Most mysteries ain't mysteries at all after the first day. Well. now. I'm botherin busy man in office hours an I must run along. Let's see-iive minutes to four. an it's bad luck to go before the hour. Suppose you tell me about yourself an how the worlds usin' you?''
 Inspector McGee sat back In hls office chair and waxed eloquent How ever. his narrative of pulls and pro- motions and Tammany influence was never finished For before the hour struck. the silent attentive doorman entered and laid on his desk card, Inspector McGee took it up. glanced al 1t perfunctorily. and suddenly let out an exclamation which had all the power and verye of an oath
 By the great cats," he exclaimed look al that-'Mrs John II Han ska ."
 Rosalie took the card and fingered
 The widow. I bet
 Thought he was single" remarked the Inspector Though. after all. d just been taking 1t for granted
 Well" said Rosalie, rising. that's come again soon for me
 But the Inspector was observing her with eyes which held quizzical invita- ton.
 Honest now" hs said. wouldn't 
 Rosalie flashed her dimples and con templated him for second. Then, with the unexpected lightness which marked all her movements. she sat down
 See here. Martin McGee, she said, you ain't goin' to make fool Of me. draggin' me into this case-but I'm dying to listen just the same.
 Show them in" said the Inspector on the instant. and as though fearing that she would pull back her permis- sion.
 But not unless she's willing" said Rosalie. as they waited
 And then through the door came two women
 Good Lord," commented Rosa'ie under her breath
 CHAPTER III.