The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1921-08-01
HOW MANYCARDS?
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door attire and their bearing be-
traycd their Identity even before the
woman spoke.
Don't you remind us that we're
late Frunk'' she said sharply.
we've had dreadful night. fire In
the flat below Rollins sisters. and
never a wink of sleep FOR any of us!
I'm sure | wish Mr.. Crcvclug would
have his parties somewhere else and
leave us iu ptten-.l' she stopped
abruptly ON catching sight of the
stranger behind the valet and her
clusc-a't eyes boring him like GIN
let's. Hcfurc i'm could iutcrpoac the
tat elderly man spoke over her
shoulder.
Lizzie couldn't 'clp the fire but
Sarah will have 'cr-UHo' who's
this2"
nm dpr,cd q swift, glance bchiud
and for .hu first time McCarty
caught a glimpse ~ the mans coun
tcuauCc with the mask OFF. II was
drawn ard distorted and Eleam of
lnCalCullulc cunning shouc from the
narrowed eyes. The next Instant he
had stepped aside.
"Poshaps you'd Ike 90 tell thcm
yourself SIR lie waved his hand to-
ward the newcomers. "lts Rollins
and sarah
Tho tVp stood rooted TO the spot
AZ McCalty stepped forward
police headquarters" he an
nounccd biuutly You are Sarah
Rollins ia, cook hcu2 Did YOU
telephone ont TO Eruadmoad where
Mrs. CrrvcIuE is staying during last
night"
"roIlcci" the woman raapcd in q
shrIll whisper what would | tclc-
phone 20 Mrs. Crcvoling for? I'm
one that minds my own business and
makes no trouble"
tufo.gucd astouishmout was hla2-
oncd upon her thin. acidulous face.
but no sign of apprehension. and sat
is!ird that he had been answered,
McCarty turned TO her husband
you're the butler2 Did you tclc-
phone TO Mr.. George Alexander
about 4.3o this morning"
Mr.. AlcNandor?'' Rollins re-
pcatcd in evident s,upcfaction. AT
alf after four | was trying to settle
to a bit OF sleep again in my bed at
my sisters. The house she lives in
took onfiro at two and We were all
routed out in uur--ds We were. sir.
! 'ad no occasion to telephone to
Mr.. Alexander or anyone else. What
Is it2 What's been going on ere,
robbery"
"Mr. Crevcling was shot to death
here In his study some time during
the night McCarty watched the
effect OF his words narrowly. "DO
you know who was supposed to have
had supper here with him.
shot 1t was the cook who ut
tered the exclamation and her hus-
band turned on her before she could
continue
we know nothing about it," His
ruddy face had palcd and the asser-
tion. although seemingly addressed
to McCarty, was obviously intended
for the womar. This is terrible
business, sir Ow--'ow did it
'appen?"
That's what I'm here 10 find
out" McCarty rctortcd grimly. "Did
you know why Mr.. Crevcling gave
you little holiday yesterday"
why yes, sir" the butler STAN
mered. "Id asked him for leave to
run up to Boston over night some
time this week to see my brother
in-law on business, and yesterday
Mr.. Crevcling told me to go last
night and take Sarah with me II |
liked; | understand that Frank
would be ere to Took after the
'ouse."
"Why didn't you go 10 Boston.
then 2' demanded McCprty quickly.
Because nay brother-in-law 'ad
returned to the city | phoucd my
sister To- tel, 'cr we Wor" going and
she said - al come home: that's
why we went to 'cr flat instead"
And stayed over night instead Of
coming back here to your own