Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1914-01-16

II. You can laugh, Inspector MCGEE,
but there's something in this spirit
thing. I used to think there was, an
then again I'd think there wasn't
even In my own clairvoyance.
well, anyhow, 1t came to me like q
fash-boarders could run my
house just the way wanted. because
needn't look out for profits. An
could take Jest who wanted and shut
out whoever didn't want. The
thought chirked me lot. So fixed
all the bedrooms up sensible with good
white and gold beds and adult size
towels an gave them all little fxy
touches that made them homelike.
AN was Jest ready to begin 70
look around an advertise when-this
happened. The idea struck me as
soon as saw the state Of the people
In that house. The police would put
1t under guard, an the boarders would
be out OF q home. So I moved 'em
over bodily, all but the one you
pinchsd- sick little dago woman
from upstairs. an the two girls. and
that funny old Professor Noli. An I'm
even putting up with the landlady--if
It was other peoples troubles was
lookin' for. got EN- all right"
"Geei" calculated Martin McGee. Il
can use you"
Yes, you can" interrupted Resale,
but you won't know what you
want. You want me to go to work an
help cinch this case, Well. won't.
I'm out Of that business, too. What
I'm here for, Martin McGee-beyond
the pleasure l always took In your
society"-here Rosalie let her dimplea
play and fiash-"is to tell all l know
or saw, SOS you won't be calm me
at the inquest an gettin' me q fea'
ture In the papers"
How about this man North" asked
the Inspector.
well, in the first place, like him, -
said Resale: II like that boy. Looks
like an alibi for him when the land.
lady says he come up the stairs only
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 bagi Got
him7"
HE was arrested this morning in
Boston"
"Shppin'? Looks bad. But now
Inspector, Just to close things up. I'm
out of this case. I've given you all
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 MCGEE sighed.
All right, Rosalie: but I'd like
your help. STILL owe you lots Of
good turns, and the case don't look ~
mysterious, after all. l guess it's thai
fellow Wade"
T guess probably" admitted Rosa
lie. Most mysteries amt mysteries
at all after the first day. Well. now
I'm botherin' q busy man in once
hours an must run along. Lett
see-hve minutes to four, an its bat
luck to go before the hour. Suppose
you tell me about yourself an how
the worlds usin' your"
Inspector MCGEE sat back in hi
Office chair and waxed eloquent. How
ever, his narrative of pulls and pro
motions and Tammany influence wal
never finished. For before the houl
struck, the silent attentive doormaI
entered and laid on his desk card
Inspector MCGEE took It up, glanced a
1t perfunctorily. and suddenly let ou
an exclamation which had all tn,
power and verve Of an oath.
by the great catsi" he exclaimed
look at that-'Mrs. John H. Han
ska"
Rosalie took the card and fingere'
It..
THE widow, bet"
Thought he was SINGLE" Remarked
the Inspector. Though, after all, II
just been taking 1t for granted"
WELL" said Rosalie. rising. that
come-again-soon for me-
But the Inspector was observing he
with eyes which held quizsical invita-
ton.
Honest now" he said, "wouldn'
you like to sit in on this interview
Rosalie flashed her dimples and COZ
templated him for second. Their
with the unexpected lightness whic
marked all her movements. she %
down.
see here, Martin McGee," she SAID
you amt goin' to make fool OF me
draggin' me into this cass-but III
dying to listen Just the same"
; Show them In" said the Inspecto
; on the instant. and AZ though fearin
that she would pull back her permii
sion.
But not unless she's willing" sal
Resale, as they waited.
: And then through the door came tw
| women.
, Good Lord!" commented Rosali
under her breath
t CHAPTER III.