Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-09-23
AND HERE IT CONTINUES
SsJIIHAT do you think of her. raul
w Cool customer, oh g.


w Cool customer, oh g.
shes holding out on us. There
no question of that. sir, responded
Paul. But whether it has any bear
ing on the actual murder or not re
mains to be seen There never was n
maid vet that didn't know her mis-
tress' affairs better than that lady her
self however. she may have a personal
reason for keeping quiet III get tho
Belmonde on long distance later and
verify that part Of her story, at least
Sunpose We take tho others now That
little secretary. or whatever she is. can
wait. III finish with tho house sorv-
ants first.
The interview with the cook was pro =
ductive of no relevant facts Hannah
Weeks was her name she d been work
ing in Eastopolis for twenty seven
years. and only three places at that,
Mrs. Hartshorhc had taken her straight
from the Oakleys. when they gave up
housekeeping five months before, and a
nicer lady she'd never worked for :
kept out of her kitchen and never a
complaint and paid the bills without a
murmur when they came in tho first of
the month. Whoever it was killed her,
she-Hannah-would like to get her
two hands on him.
Sadie. the little kitchen maid. was
still tongue tied and staring. She had
been engaged from an agency the same
week that the cook had come and had
scarcely ever laid eyes on her mistress
b.nr @
wages or had looked out Of the front
basement windows to see Mrs. Hart
shorne go out in all her lovely clothes.
She slept in the same room with Han
nah at the top of the house and neither
of them had wakened during the pre- l.
vious night.
What were you doing in the front
basement" Paul asked. What is the
room used for?'
It's a kind of sittin room Mrs.
Eartshorhe had fixed up for US girls.
Sadie's voice sank almost to a whisper
and her hands commenced to twist nor
vously in the folds of her apron. Ma
tide, she don't never go in there, but
the rest of US sits there when our work
is done except when Jenny's fcller
comes.
Did you always watch your mistress
70 out?' Paul concealed a smile.
''Oh, no, sir. Sadie's cmbarraSs
ment increased But like to see the
lights and the automobiles and the
people. never get anywheres except
to a movie now and again.
There was unconscious pathos III hei
tone, and Paul would have dismissed
her. but she appeared to hesitate.
rs there something you want to tel
me?"
Sadie shivered as if with a sudder
chill.
"No. sir. only--oh. do you thinl
twas a burglar killed her? there :
folks that hang around
Has anybody been hanging arounc
here?'' doomed the chief,
Sadie jumped. NO no. sir ~ she
uuavered Il just thought
well. you get along and send Jenny
In here" he ordered good humoredII
and as the frightened girl sCuttled ou
he added to Paul. Movie stuff Car
you beat it,
I'm not so sure the young maj
responded thoughtfully. Perhaps sh'
has seen something that she. is too scar
ed to mention.
The bell rang at this juncture ant
heavy feet mounted the stairs. Th'
chief Joined them, but Paul still paCet
meditatively up and down the marrow
space before the bay window.
Purely routine work as it was, thi
examination of the members of the small
l. s.,.nht in oh q word LEM
valuable clue, and yet he shook hi
head abstractedly. In that silent room
upstairs. now echoing with the stamp
ing feet of the coroner's men, Paul ha
come upon a detail which had escape
the observation of the others and whlc
pointed to q hypothesis so incredlbl
that he strove to put it from HI
thoughts. This was no time for vagu
fantastic theories, Facts were what h
rseded-facts and yet more facts; bu
the detail remained fixed before hi
mental vision.
The footsteps, thudding in measure
traod NOW. came slowly down the stair
and out the front door.
Paul walked to the window. A GOV
..od wagon was drawn up where tn
oarorer's car had stood and a murmu
tIat was almost a groan went up tror
the the close packed phalanxes of the crow
u-h;cb had gathered as the men wit
tsa;r ominous burden appeared. Mrs
u.rtsborne was leaving her pretty littl
house forever.
A String Of Pearls
.-ryrIJ,. that's over ~ The chle