Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-04-14

"'o'hhs. ne spoke bastlly. almost
furtively. Eugene entertained some
one at supper here late last night, Myra,
some client of ours probably"
Did you know that he intended doing
80, Mrs. CrevelingY, interrupted the
inspector brusquely. "Do you know who
the person was?"
She shook her head.
No,' she responded composedly. "1
only know that II my husband was shot
ne was murdered. do not wish to act
IN opposition to the authorities, but 1t is
pelmItted, l believe. that in case like
TINS may engage private investigators
10 GO operate with them?"
,Ihe inspector bowed, but George
hiexonder started forward. %.
Myra! Such step would be most
Nmost unnecessary! I am sure that
.ne nnthorities are perfectly capable of
nhndiing this terrible situation and that
sney know best. I myself thought at
nsst that 1t could not have been a case
oI suicide. but the pistol lay within
touch OF his fingers. III saw IL my
self IL you drag in blunderinr private
aeteetives you will subject US to need
less and distressing notoriety. This
shock has dazed you, you are not quite
.ourset; my dear. If you will take
timG to think the matter over"
fayyored her uncle with a long inscrpts
anle iook and before it he seemed oil nc
once TO shrivel and the lines OF noe
Wnlcn grooming and care had kent
smooth stood out in his pallid face. II
knew Eugene better than any one in
.; .ne world and l know that the sugges.
Tu TUa on suicide is absolutely untenable.
IN gong to find out who killed him.
e unc.e george, IL I move heaven and
."r.n 70 90 so. have heard Of man
!, se,,Enlihc ,,n, criminologist believe he
wov ea' VINO is quite famous In his
MY, l want him IL he il to be had.
HIS name is Wade Terhune. >;
A SWIFT glance passed between the in
spector and McCarty and the former
shrugged with slight smile. McCarty
nnned IN answer. SO once more Ter.
iun hune with his little scientific recording
Instruments and trained analytical mind
Was 70 be pitted against the routine
methods of the force and McCartyts
avn enorts! 1t seemed stroke of fate
.nae the -roundsman, the insnpcto,
and tne crime savant should be aenin
Sepom tne trail and the former looked
.orward with grim humor to Terhune's
appearance on the scene.
| In h., a. une mas often been called
danuttu ,h Dt the department, and my special
,g' sopo,igy' mere, mere, and / have worked per-
sohaiy with him on more thans one
case Inspector Druet turned 70 ,irs |
calm. p'e'er'eu her stole
| - nave the telephone number bers
It Ia ms private, unlisted wire: shall I
naVe MIN summoned for youY',
Mgra ~ Mr.. Alexander npt &, =
s niai tutiie remonstfance. think well
saa,. mndt you are doing! If Eugene were
lreally-er-murdered am sure Tho In
spector is fully capable of finding IN.
guilty man: These private detectives
are always looking for press notices and
sne ;notor,ety will be hideous! Do you
II realize everything, Uncle Geore,
ana my mind is made up" Mrs. Crevei' '
nE Lepiied with quiet fnality Of tone
Wsynien brooked no further opposition,
Il do not imply that the nnlice Ss 7.
partment is incapable of handling this
this crime, but / want TO feel thai I
mysel1 am leaving no stone unturned TO
uscover by whose hand my husband
came to his death. II the inspector
VIII give you his number I wish vo,,
would go and call up Mr.. Terhune yo,,r :
self for me. Tell him to name his
own price, anything, but to come at
| When Mr.. Alexander. accompanied
oy the inspector, had retired to tho
study upon his reluctantly assumed mis- :
sion McCarty stepped forward with one
deferentially. '"
I'm the special deputy Inspector
Druet put on tkis case with himself,
ma am. McCarty's my name. is there
any one else. you want sent for? Any
relative or friend, 7 mean?"
head. ''N "''
Neither Mr.. Creveling nor have
any relative besides my uncle, Mr.. Alex
ander,' she responded. my maid will
follow on the next train from Long
island and the butler and cook will
PROBABLY return Mt any moment now
as l was expected home this morning
IN any event l do not want my friends
think" w
To think but not to grieye. One
look at that stern cOuntenance, as i'm
mobile as that Of some goddess carved
In marble, would have shown to far
less astute eyes than McCarty's that
AIyra Creveling would permit no break
down, no unleashing of her emotions
until her dominating purpose was
achieved. That she had Jumped so
hastily to the conclusion her husband
Ind been murdered pointed to the proba
bility that she also strongly suspected
the identity of the murderer, but It
would be futile tn question her on that
score at the moment.
'Of course that's only natural,
ma am" McCarty spoke soothingly.
| "Still I'm sure Won n no ,yo nt;n, =, ei,,o
us all the help you can and every min :
ute counts now. In case like this
where we've got practically no clue
and nothing to go on well have to find
out what we can from Mr.. Creveling's
friends. l believe you said that Mr..
! Waverly was not at Broadmead last
night. Were any other of your friends
there? Mr.. Alexander mentioned a Mr..
and Mrs. O'Rourke, lady named Culp
or Kip"
ooh, they are in our set, of course.
but none Of them were at Broadmead. -
Mrs. Creveling interrupted. "There
was no house party; | was just visiting
there quietly for a few days"
"Where was Mr.. Waverly last night :?
Was he expected out ut his homer"
mo, he was at one of his clubs,
suppose. He telephoned out before
town overnight. Mrs. Waverly and |
were alone at Broadmead with the serv-
ants" She paused and then spoke in
a quickencd tone. 'Mr. McCarty, you
said Just now that you had no clues.
II my butler and cook have been away
since yesterday, who was the man who
summoned my uncle and the woman who
telephoned to me2 If those calls could
be traced l should think you would