Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-04-02

easy chair beside Fosdick's desk,
mumbling a cigar and nursing a rusty
derby on his knees: a commonplace
citizen incarnate at the mean of his
uncomfortable mediocrity, distinguished
by nothing whatever more than an
utter lack of Distinction the sort OF
man who, as we say, would pass in
crowdAunseen.
To Fosdick's pleasant query: well,
Andrews, what luck?" he replied mild
ly: Guess | got your party located
all right"
$50 soon?" Fosdick's manner be-
trayed some excitement, "Where|
"IIotel Walpole," Mr.. Andrews
stated in a voice exasperatingly mat
ter-of-fact.
you're sure?"
"Well, she answers your description.
Registered about twelve last night.
Seemed all fused up. Wore long
cloak and no hat. A dark-complected
guy that come with her fixed up for
her room and everythin-paid in adj
vance, because she didn't bring no
baggage-and beat it as soon's he'd
said good night"
under what name did she regis
ter?"
"Nora O'More." Mr.. Andrews pro-
duced a slip of tracing paper from a
worn lealner wallet. II took copy
of the register"
Fosdick studied briefly the traced
signature: round, firm, but uniformed
hand.
rs she at the Walpole now?"
"Nope-she flew the coop with the
dark-complected guy about ten this
mornin' He called for her with a
tourin car, Jap chauffeur and skirt
what looked like lady's-maid. The
dark bird hands your party into the
car, and the Jap has her goin' before
the porter can nip his tip"
Fosdick frowned thoughtfully for a
moment. did you call up the mar
riage license bureau?"
"Uh-huh, but nobody like them par
ties has applied there today for per-
mission to hitch. II they shows up
later, one of the clerks is a friend of
mine, he'll gimme a buzz"
Where do people CO. as rule,
when they want to marry in hurry
and without publlcityT
Jersey City, gently; sometimes
Stamford, Conn"
wish you'd get in touch with both
places"
Sure"
Fosdick hesitated, then reminded
himself of other appointments.
Il presume there's nothing more"
"Nope, only-yunno that Carnehan?"
did you find him, too?"
Yeah" said Mr.. Andrews placidly-
sin the morgue. He kicked off in a
ten'ment fire last night. A guy / know
down to pleece headquarters gimme
the noos. 1t seems Carnehan and Bic
linsky-Leo the Blood, what shot up
harness bull and a coupla plain
clothes at Ristori's a while ago, yunno
anyway he got the credit for all of
the shootin'; but 1t seems somebody
slipped headquarters the tip it was
Carnehan bumped off the detectives,
only headquarters wasn't lettin' on it
knew, hopin' Carnehan'd maybe think
it was all right to come up for air, and
do it Wen, anyway: them two
is layin' up In fiat in one of them
ten'ments. Bielinsky just manages to
get out before the staircase caves, and
is spotted and pinched when he tries
to sneak through the fire lines. He
says Carnehan was slow gettin' to the
stairs account Of him bein' stewed,
and this mornin' they takes Leo to the
morgue and shows him the stiffs they'd
dug outa the ruins and he Identifies
one as Carnehan."
"But are the police satisfied with
his identification? | understand the
members of these gangs are rather
loyal to one another Bielinsky may
have lied to give Carnehan another
chance"
ooh, ! dunno. / guess headquarters
must've figured 1t was Carnehan be-
fore they called on Leo. Only my
friend says they finds this body in the
ruins of the ten'ment next door, where
the fire started, instead of the house
where these two birds was hidin'. But
that's easy explained If Carnehan tried
to get away acrost the roofs. Yunno
them old-law ten'ments fre-traps,
that's all. And that gale last night
helped n lot