Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-04-19

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mis- nodded. "If you did not find the
rest of the pack lying around, maybe
the one card wns brought by the man
that killed him rs sign or n re-
mindcr. oh. you needn't be looking
at me like that. Mae! Stranger things
than that are going on behind those
white marble fronts for all you know
But what was that high blank wall
built for at the back?"
That's one of the questions I've
been asking myself, like I told YOU.
McCarty cooked his car at newsboy =
shrill call down the street and shook
the papers to get hold Of it yet. It's
funny how they were all so sure, even
his wife, tbut Crcvcling had been mur-
dcrcd, and him with the pistol lying
beside him. 1t was only when Mrs.
Crcveling spoke Of calling in Terhunc
that her uncle backslid and pretended
that he thought 1t might have been sui
eide after all
"Tcrhune!" Dennis exclaimed. "For
tho love of the saints. is he in on this.
too"
with both feet, and msdoubt a
couple of his little scientific recording
machine up his sleeve" McCarty
rhucklcd.
'TwOuld have done you more good
than drop Of the best to have seen his
face when | came back after talking
to the cook and butler aud found him in
the hall :"
so twas Mrs. Crcveling called him
In and her uncle didn't want him.
Dennis was slowly digc. ting the facts.
do you think this Alexander and the
valet werc in cahoots? 1t looks as
though the both Of them were trying ta
Hhirl ID somebody, all right.
II don't understand the attitude OF
the whoIr lot of them" McCarty shook
his head once more. From the min
ut" Mrs. trcvcling put her foot in the
house there seemed Ia be u kind of u
silent buttIc going on between her and
her uncle; you could feel it in the air
He was trying to run the whole affair to
suit himself and she dcfying him and
getting her own way, too, in the end.
Say. Denny, there was fire in the
nrishborhood last night. wasn't therc?'
Dennis stared.
Sure. what night isn't there. with
the people packed In flats like sardncs
IN II box But what atc you getting ut.
Mac?'
when was the fire and whcrc?'
Along about > on the next block. "
Dennis replied. AN upset Kerosene
''''' ''''' iva ~ III IL hI'NNulhh'l y plu'N
on the ground floor where she was work
ing late and it spread to the baSc""nt
before We could get it under 60 ol.
but 1t didn't got upstairs though the
tenants were pretty we'll smoked out.
How did you know about it?'
That's where tho buffers sister,
Mrs. Carroll. lives: where he and his
wife spent the night McCarty drew a
rigar from his pocket aud chcwcd the
end ruminatively. "1'hcy're queer birds.
The cook would have talked, I'm think
ing. but hor husband shut her up,
though at that caught them in one
standing behind Hill she said to him
that she wished Mr.. Crcvcling would
have his parties somewhere else and
cave them in peace. but when ! told
| hem Crcvcling had been shot the butler
denied that neither of them knew he
expected any one last night. In the
next breath after Sarah learned that
Mrs CrcvCling had already come home
Sh" hcwailcd that the rooms were not
N order and she had all the lobster
and Htuf from the caterers to clean
Lp. How did she know there'd been
'obStcr for supper if she hadn't heard
lhr order given; OF course, all this
has nothing to do with the murder itself,
prise IN" il they knew or at least slls-
prrtcd who Creveiing's guest was that
night.
"rhen what are they all shielding
him for? BlackmailT' Dennis gray
eyes snapped with interest. From
what you've told me Of them. Mac.
'twould hardly be- loyalty would keep
hem quiet; you'd think they each OF
hem had II fish to fry, by the looks
OF it :"
MrCnr,y dartCd quick glance at his
companion.
TRUE for you. Denny. and I'm Won
dcring if maybe this fellow Hill isn't
trying deliberately to draw our fire by
refusing to tell where he spent the night.
meaning to collect privately from some
body for creating the diversion. Rollins
and Sarah arc easy 70 handle. but that
been with Crcvclng since his bachelor
days, probably knows more about him
than any one else in the world. If We
could only find the way to make him
talk
What about Mrs. Croveling?' in
tcrruptCd Dennis suddenly. From
what you say. she took the news as
cool MS n cucumber. Now | don't pre-
tend to know anything about the work.
insS Of woman's mind, not being n
damned fool, but it don't seem natural
Iik" for her not I" scream nor faint nor
raise some sort of II ructiOn."
II don't know" McCarty held n
match to his cigar and then Tipped it
into the gutter. shes Il determined
woman and strong one and she's got
knows she cant prove anything by her
self; that's why she called in the biggest
man in his line she ever heard Of
Tcrlunc.
"Shr'lI waste no time ke"nng the
dcnd till she's caught the one that killed
him, that is if there's any grief in her
heart.
IF there isn't why should she be SO
anxious to get revenge on the muir
dcrrr?" asked Dennis.
"Wcll. if there's ono thing that's
stronger than grief it's hate, Denny.
and I'm thinking Mrs. Crevcling for all
| her gentle ways would BE- n good hater.
| We got more than hint from her
unclcs testimony that there might have
been commercial angle to that mar
ragc and every one but him is willing
to admit that Crcveing was no saint,
neither before nor after, though her
friends don't think she's been on to his
| philRndcrng.
" Her friends - Dennis repeated.
"Surc. had little talk with one
Of them just now at the Rclterrc Hotel,
the husband Of the lady she's been stay.
ing with down on Long Island.
| He described his interview with
| Douglas Wuverly and the cOrrobOrntiOn
of his alibi over the telephone by Samuel
Nenner, and Dennis whistlcd.
| $50 that's the kind of a bird CreveI-