South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-08-25
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an independent asphalt company of
Caracas. He lives in some apartment
hotel over on Thirty-seventh St.-pve
forgotten the name. He called last
night, but he was out of the house be-
fore this Wade came-before they
heard Wade and Hanska quarreling-
and he didn't come in again until
they'd discovered the body. He was in
his rooms all that time, too-we've
talked TO the elevator man in his
apartment hotel. Getting back to the
women; except Mrs. Moore, who's big
and husky, there's not one Of em has
the strength to hit a blow like that
and women don't use knives, anyhow.
Miss Estrilla's weak as a cat. Those
two stenographers'-he referred to
his notes-"Miss Harding and Miss
Jones, are just little city girls, with no
great muscle. Besides. where's the
motive? L can't get a line yet on
Hanska-the body hasn't been claim
ed. He's boarded there three weeks
Nobody liked him much, but l can't
find that any OF the other boarders
knew him we'll enough TO hate him.
forgot to say we've looked over every
body and everything for blood, and
can't find drop"
You don't have to tell me that,
responded Rosalie with some asperity
"a set Of your bull headed detectives
has been ransackin' the suit cases in
my house all mornin'. Nearly scared
the life out of Miss Harding. by tryin
TO prove TO her that the fruit stains on
her shirtwaist were blood"
We'll. I guess they were fruit stains
all right" replied MCGEE. Cant find
any blood on Wades things. either"
Which is natural. A wound like
that don't begin to bleed right off. Nc
necessity for gettin bloody if the muir
orally they don't. OF course, you've
tried to find where the knife came
from?'
MCGEE smiled on her.
Have I caught you asleep at last? p
he asked.
Nope" replied Rosalie promptly
and cheerfully, "since you put it that
way. / saw the pile of junk on the
table-an' there was another knife in
it. What do you find about that stuff ?'
Nothing yet. But 1 bet I'll find
more when / put Lawrence Wade
through the third degree. guess it's
Wade
Il guess probably" admitted Ro-
sale. Most mysteries amt mysteries
at all after the first day. Well, now
Pm botherin' a busy man in office
hours an l must run along. Let's see
five minutes TO four, an it's bad luck
to go before the hour. Suppose you
tell me about yourself an how the
worlds usin' your"
Inspector MCGEE sat back in his
office chair and waxed eloquent How
ever. his narrative of pulls and promo
tiOns and Tammany influence was
never finished. For before the hour
struck, the silent attentive doormar
| entered and laid on his desk a card
| Inspector MCGEE took il up, glanced
at it perfunctorily, and suddenly let
| out an exclamation which had all the
power and verve of an oath.
by the great cats!" he exclaimed
look at that-'Mrs. John II. Han.
ska"
Rosalie took the card and fingered
| it,
The widow. bet
Thought he was single" remarked
the inspector. Though, after all, &c
just been taking it for granted"
We'll" said Rosalie. rising. that:
| again soon for me"
But the inspector was observing hel
with eyes which held quizzical invita-.
ton.
Honest now" he said, 'wouldn'
| you like to st in on this interview -
Rosalie flashed her dimples anC
contemplated him for a second. Then
| with the unexpected lightness which