Evening star., 1921-07-27
SYNOPSIS


Ex-Roundsman Timothy McCarty.
forgetful that he had retired from the
force, follows a figure whose type had
been well known to him in the old
days-that Of an understood. narrow
framed man who disappeared into
palatial residence, but the suspect re-
| turns instantly and in much perturba-
tion. When pulled up by McCarty the
man protests his innocence and swears
! that he had nothing to do with
what's in derew C.ancy. the real po-
liceman on the bea.. appears at his
juncture and demands whats going
on i've been trying to get out of
him what he did do in there" says
McCarty We'll take him along and
find out" Clancy declared briefly.
The trio enter a large room, on the
floor of which lies a man in evening
clothes, the white waistcoat and shirt
stained crimson, in his pocket ciga-
rette case initiated "E. G. C."-Eugene
!! christopher Creveling-and beside his
body a huge army pistol. On the per-
son of the suspect is found Keys, pistol
and blackjack.
In the breakfast room McCarty finds
= table set for two. with champagne
on ice, and on the floor a cigarette
holder. Inspector Druet arrives on
the scene.
Druet recognized the youth McCarty
had in custody as having done time
before. They inspect the dead body
and leave the pistol almost touching
the fingers. as it was found
AND HERE 1T CONTINUES
II consider that question imperti-
nence, sir, but l have no reason TO
evade a reply to it except a natural
aversion to discussing my private al
fairs with those for whom they can
have no possible concern. l have al
ready told you that prior to our en-
trance into partnership Mr. CreveIng
had speculated occasionally in wall
street. Since he was to marry my
ward l watched his operations and
conceived a sincere admiration for ms
acumen. l realized that although he
did not know the banking business
| could trust his Judgment; he ne
our concern and l the experience. 1t
was an ideal combination which to-
nights tragedy has 80 unfortunately
broken"
Il see" The inspector nodded. WAS
there any connection. Mr.. Alexander
between that partnership and your
niece's marriage? To put 1T bluntly.
was the partnership a stipulation of
the alliance? Mrs. Creveling was
your ward: Had she any fortune of
"You go too far, sir Mr.. Alex
ander's eye flashed "The marriage
was a love match; because of that
alone l consented to it, Mrs. Crevel-
ing's fortune was not great, but there
Is no older family than ours in
America, and had she desired she
could have made a far more brilliant
alliance. in spite of Mr.. Creveling's
money.
IL decline absolutely to answer
learn my rights in this affair. l do not
understand the trend OF this interro-
cation. nor do I consider it pertinent
to the crime you are investigating.
For it Is a crime. no matter what
your assistant medical examiners or
any other so-called officials of the
police department may assume. Eu-
gene Creveling was murdered!'
Il beg pardon. sir" A voice whose
studied deferentiality was evident
now punctuated 1t was heard behind
them. and both men turned. In the
doorway stood a thin, smooth-faced
individual of perhaps thirty five. and
upon his austere. almost clerical, fea-
lures deep concern struggled with
curiosity and alarm. Il have just re-
turned-arrived. should say-in ac-
cordance with Mr.. Creveling's instruc-
tions. but he is not in his room. 1
hope nothing is wrong. sir? I knocked.
not avoid hearing"
"Oh, it's you, Frank" Mr. Alex
ander spoke with obvious relief at the
others appearance, although his tone
was fittingly lugubrious. Il regret to
inform you that something very ter
rible has happened to your master.
This is an inspector from police head
quarters
who are you?" Inspector Druet
stepped forward.
'Mr. Creveling's man, sir Frank
Hill is my name" The Wallets tone
was still respectful. but there was a
shade less Of difference in it, although
he spoke nervously.
when did you last see your en-
ployer alive?"
"At IL o'clock this-last night, sir,
in his rooms at the club"
Where have you been since them
The man wet his thin lips and re-
piled. in a low. hesitating voice:
"On a private matter. My time is
my own, sir. IL had rather not
saw"