Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-03-02

it looks"
"The clocks stopped" said Mrs.
Porter in voice of shrill excitement.
We turned toward her and beheld
her slipped half way off her chair.
For moment thought her faint
ing, then realized that she was half
bending, half STOPPING to look under
the bed on which the body lay.
In moment both Dean and / dart
ed around the foot of the bed and
stopped over the fallen timepiece. 1t
was an ordinary bedside table clock,
and had evidently fallen from small
stand near the right hand side of the
bed.
Probably it had been displaced dur
ing Conrad's futile struggle with his
assassin. Now it lay upon it's back,
silent, the motionleSs hands of its
face pointing to the accusing hour of
two thirty-seven.
l picked it up and handed it across
to Bryce.
Here is record of the time Of the
murder" l remarked.
johnson hurried up and, together
with the Inspector, examined the
clock. After a moment they both
nodded, and Bryce made a note of
the hour indicated by the hands.
"That fixes it," he declared. at
was Knocked off and the jar stopped
it, and the murderer forgot to pick
it up, OF never noticed. If the doc
tor ever gets here We'll see how he
estimates the time Conrad has been
dead"
He turned to Porter.
"Do you know if this was running
last night ?"
The valet, who had just come in
from the telephone, nodded
eyes, sir, it was. One of my du-
ties was to wind it, and l remember
doing so yesterday morning"
"How about the doctor?" asked
Bryce.
"They got him, sir, and he's COM
ing right up"
"By the way" continued the in
spector, "did your master have any
other relatives to whom he might
have }eft his money!"
"He had another relative, but not
one as he would have been likely tc
have left his money to-" said Porter
"How's that?" prompted Bryce.
"Why, sir, he had another nephew
the cousin of Mr.. Gustav, a young
man by the name of George Mallet
sir. But he wasn't in good with Mr.
Conrad, Inspector Mr.. Conrad ddn'
like the way he was living, you see
SIR"
"You don't mean George Mallet
the broker?" interrupted Johnson.
eyes, sir, that's the man, sir. H
was Mr.. Conrad's sisters child. Nj
Conrad gave him his start in the bust
ness number of years ago"
Johnson whistled and swun,
around to Bryce.
"Maybe we'd better telephone t
Mallet and get him up here" he sug
gested. "You do it, or shall u" ~
Bryce rose.
"I'll do it," said he.
johnson nodded.
"Tell him we want him at once,
he addressed Porter again. "That
all at present. You and your wifi
can go now. Stay around where W
can find you, if we want anything,
Eyes, sir. Come on Annie"
Porter and his wife left the room
We could hear Bryce at the phone.
johnson smiled a thin-lipped smi
and lighted a cigar, leaning back
his chair. The two patrolmen ha
found seats a wide window, percl
| ing upon the SILL
Outside the morning sunshine mao
/ all the world bright, and soft a
4 famed in through the window IL
policemen had opened. The smoke
Johnson's cigar curled thin and bl,
toward the ceiling.
e On the bed lay the dead man, Des
lowering at his side, his sharp ey
e searching every inch of the surfa
: of pillows and counterpane, now al
then dropping to the floor.
e ~ don't know but | agree with o.
friend, the deceased" Johnson bega
o after a moment, getsturing with h
e cigar. "This Mallet is reputed
rather swift guy. He's been mix
d up in some pretty shady transactio
l. and been in several scrapes with W
men. There's stripe of yellow
e that chap, but he sure is a shreN
n money-getter. At that he's mo
beast than man, from what | C
,e learn. | had to run him in once t
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