The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-22
UNSEEN HANDS 4 BelOilde,jng DetectiUe Story
 By Robert Orr Chipperfield

Q the attorney as they. left the cab snd crossed the sidewalk. ''It doesn't seem as though a place of this kind could supply men fitted for laa | job"
 No if the one who telephoned was | ignorant of such things" Tftheredge responded.
 with a swift side glance, but youch- safed no further comment Chapter V | About that picter-hanging busi- 1ass''t He rubbed one outstanding ear then y men come back awhile ago ban told me as how the{ butler over here had tried to tell them there was a mistake; there wasn't, because l ,l got the call myself over the phone yesterday"
 '-At what tine?'' asked Odell. "Oh, long about 3, some-eres. ] i:dn't take partic'ler notice.'' Kenny rested one long arm upon the ceuntel and regarded his inqusitors sl1rewdly Say, notin', wrong about that busl- F ness, was they?"
 Mot a thing in the world, except that conflicting orders were given and we cannot understand it," Odell replied in hasty reassurance. Just what was the order that was placed
 gro have two men sent over to the Meade house on Madison avenue at 7:30 sharp this morning to hang a heavy picture; they was to bring along iron staples and the strongest grade of steel wire. Now, we don't handle much of that kind of work, but I wasn't goin' to lost a chance at that swell trade, so I said all right i; an that's all there is to it.''
 ttSo you'd never done any work for them before ?''
 "Nope. Dunno how they come to call me in the first place, but ain't kickin' at that"
 Was the voice that talked to you over the telephone a mans or wo- man's?" Odell inquired casually with a glance toward the door as if preparing to depart.
 Couldn't tell; it might have been either" Kenny straightened himself. 'It was grufflilxe and rasping, but not real deep Say" he he added esz with a a cancelled, is it? The boys was to go back just after the noon hour and do the job.''
 ,"oh, no. Send them along and it will be all right" The detective edge, who had taken no part in the questioning, followed, marveling that the other had left the most import ant point untouched upon. With his hand on the doorknob, however, Odell turned once more.
 "Oh, by the way, that call came directly from the Meade house, didn't it?' Dunno" Kenny looked his sur prise. ''It was a city call, all right, you could tell that from the way the voice came over the wire, but it might have been from anywheres
 Well, it sure is funny about those conflicting orders." The detective shook his head in a puzzled manner. '"Too mad you can't fix the time the call came in to you any closer, MT. Kenny"
 "IIold on! Maybe I can" The head of the establishment paused in what was evidently for him a vast it<was after; it was just twenty Tive minutes past. I remember because I'd sent Dooley over to kalsomine some ceilings on Forty-fourth street, | by 2:30 at the most. I'm payin' the | boys by the time; an he must have | loafed on his job, for he never goI back until twenty-five past g.. I'd | the phone rang.
 well. thank you, MT. Kenny We've told the other people who clam to have been sent for that there In the taxi once more cutting | across town, Barry Odeu remarked 'The residence of MT. Lorne and Meade house, then, it must have be | longed to his wife's people," | 'Yes, for generations. She and this spinster sister who has survived hel | each owned a half interest in it | When she married Halsey Chalmers | he built a house for her up on Fifth | avenue, but after his death she solo | it, and she and her family, including | Miss Meade. of course, came back tC l live in the old home. Richard Lorne l could never persuade her to leave it. | Iitheredge paused and added: 'It
 isn't one of these ornate, miniature t1cN hITi q J | you know. just a solid. substantial | old brownstone mansion, and rather
 a. landmark in it's vay.''
 You spoke of this Eugene. N-hc | had the narrow escape last night, an6 | of the youngest son, who is a hunch. l back, and the girls Ode1l observed | The daughters are both grown up 9 | Christine, who was named afte1 | her mother, is twenty-two, and Nar | is just twenty"
 '.Any love affairs %
 The attorney hesitated.
 'T believe there is a bead-and-but l and good-looking boy whose peo | pie have the house on the avenue next door. The Meade house is or
 the corner. Tad Traymore - hi
 father, is old Thaddeus Traymore, O
 the Palladium Trust company - i just out of the university and start
 ing to read law, so there isn't mucl
 chance of the affair assuming tn
 
 And the other daughter?'
 A full minute passed before TTther
 edge replied.
 That is another source of worr,
 to Lorne- She has recently becom
 quite infatuated with a man mucl
 older than herself named Drew. Hi
 antecedents are irreproachable, an he is still received in the best society but his past-welI, it hasn't been on
 that would render him suitable as husband for a girl like Christine" Not Farley Drey, who was name
 in the Gael divorce case?" The de tective's tone had sharpened slight ly.
 Titheredge nodded.
 That's the chap. His people 1ef him fairly well off, but he squan
 dered all he had long ago, and , Christines money he is after, C : course, although she is a beautifI | girl Drew is not the sort of a ma to be attracted by opristicatior.
 "Tl tell the world that" Ode < commented with emphasis. "He ma be received by the best society, bu ; he'll be received by us, too. down 2