Evening star., 1921-08-01
Continued from Yesterdays star.)


porter. Mccarty eyed him as he strode
past and over to the desk where he
leaned across the counter and spoke to
the clerk in a hurried undertone. At
the latters shake of the head the new
conner scrawled his name hastily In the
register and turning, followed a bell
boy to the elevator.
He was apparently about forty and
the small. light blue eyes set IN his
smooth red face reminded McCarty
somewhat irrelevantly OF those OF a Pig;
and then, rising, tossed his paper aside
and walked over to the desk. Two more
arrivals had made their appearance and
registered in the interim. but above
theirs the hastily written signature OF
Carly smiled to himself. His theory
had proved to be a correct one.
"Will you be sending word to MI.
Douglas Waverly that the man he ex-
poets Is here?" he requested.
The dapper young man behind the
counter raised his eyebrows.
what name?". He snapped.
blandly at him. you'll be sending the
message as 1 gave it, please"
His tone was quiet, but there was
recognized. and with shrug. he turned
to the girl at the switchboard.
you can go right up" He returned
to the. counter once more. suite
eleven-four."
at the eleventh floor and knocked at the
door Of apartment No. 4.
Come In" 1t was unmistakably the
same voice which had talked to him
over the wire at the Creveling house.
McCarty obeyed and his eyes twinkled
anew as he glanced about him. The
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newspaper scattered about, and through
the connecting doorway he could see
the bed with its covers thrown back
over the foot and its pillows rumpled
Before him the. stout. red faced man
stood attired in bathrobe and slippers:
you're from Mrs. Creveling?" the
latter demanded.
"Ive come straight from her house
Mr.. Waverly. though it's questions I've
brought, not message. McCarty
had died out Of his eyes. flf you'll
answer me straight III not be keeping
you long. sir. from the sleep you must
be needing"
"Who are you:' Mr.. Waverly
turned a shade more red. What dc
don't believe you have come from Mrs
Creveling at all. you are an i'm
postor-."
"They don't call me that down al
police headquarters. Mr.. Waverly,
Mccarty interrupted. still quietly.
utes ago. the ink is hardly dry on youi
name in the register and finding yor
ready for bed like this / though you
must need some sleep"
"Police Headquarters" The rudy
said that no one had called for me
"And no more they had. sir. I've
been waiting down in the lobby some
little time for you to come in; ] knew
you were never here when you tele'
phoned." Mecarty paused and ther
asked sharply: M: Waveriy' er sa,e whsr
'iWhy the night before last, Tues
day." the other stammered. whats
all the row about? Has he disappeared;
My wife said something about an acci.
dent. but il it is just that he hasn't
"Iie turned up all right. sir: turned
up his toes on the floor Of his study
shot through the heart" McCar,y
watched the effect Of his announcement,
Gene creveling! Good God. it's i'm.
POSSIBLE" waverly's flabby jossls took
On a purplish tinge and his pale blue
eyes seemed to -protrude from thetl
sockets. You don't mean murder"
Looks like It,. sir. The last time
night? Where was this?"
Eat Nick Cutters. Waverly raised
a thick, pudgy hand to the folds OF flesh
which hung pendulous over his throat as
though the collar Of his bathrobe had
suddendly grown too tight. God
detective. but why have you come te
ITO get the, particulars Of how yor
learned Of the supposed accident. sir.
McCarty's smile was disarmingly can.
did. "You say your wife telephonet
,., to yeu; on where did she get you on 'h'
"She didn't: telephoned to her.
Waverly disclaimed, ignoring the Ques'
tion. 1T wanted her to bring Mrs
Creveling and motor in to town fol
lunch. meant to dig up creveling. too
afternoon. Mrs. waverly told me tha
a message had come between half-pas
or o'clock this morning from Mrs
Creveling's cook. summoning her i'm
mediateiy to town. that Mr.. creyeilni
intimate friends of ours and naturally
called up Mrs. Creveling at once tt
learn what had happened and to onel
my services. I never thought Of any
thing like this! l can't believe it ever
Who VI. could have have done it,"
shakily for the fresh pitcher Of ice watel
upon the table at his elbow. Mozart!
waited until he had drunk deep ane
then as the pitcher clattered back upor
$50 the Crevelings are intimate
friends Of yours. sir? How long have
you known them?
Look here, what are you driving at
Creveling and palled around together
for years before he was married ant
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Naturally when he became engaged my
wife met Miss Alexander and since theti
marriage they have been closely identi-
fled with our immediate circle. Ny
wife and Mrs. creveling are almost in
And you and Nj. Creveling, sir;
Have you been getting on together late.
tone was ingratiating. you'll excuse
me. Mr.. Waverly. but didn't you and
he have quarrel not 20 long ago."
himself Suddenly ysPsa'sa n .
chair as though to meet an unexpected
thrust. Great heavens. no! Who told
you such a Ne?"
"You didn't have a dispute with Mr.
crevelinE in his own house one might
sisted. t 7 don't like to make mention
"By God. you'd better not.' waverly
rose from his chair with a threaten.
ing scowl. I've stood about all Of this
that I'm going to. my man! I don't
know where you've got your lying In
formation nor by what authority you
come here to try to put me through a
third degree. but I'll listen to no more
Get out before phone the Office and
have you put out!"
'I wouldn't try, 1t. sir. il I were
So Refreshing