Evening star., 1921-07-30
/. HOW MANY CARDS.?
BY ISABEL OSTRANDER
Suspense ASHES to Ashes
Copyright. BY
By ISABEL OSTRANDER

=, force and McCartys own efforts! 1t
seemed a stroke of fate that the ex-
roundsman. the inspector and the
crime savant should be again upon
the trail and the former looked for
ward with grim humor to Terhune's
appearance on the scene.
"Mr. Terhune has often been called
in by the department. and my special
deputy. here, and have worked per-
sonally with him on more than one
case" Inspector Druet turned to Mrs
Creveling. who still preserved her
stole calm.
II have the telephone number here
of his private. unlisted wire: shall
have him summoned for you?"
"Myra" Mr.. Alexander put In
well what you are doing! If Eugene
were really-er-murdered 1 am sure
the inspectorjs fully capable of find
ing the guilty man. These private
detectives are always looking for
press notices and the notoriety will be
hideous! Do you realize-?"
Il realize everything. Uncle George
and my mind is made up" Mrs.
Creveling replied with quiet, finality
of tone which brooked no further
opposition. Il do not imply that the
police department is incapable Of
to feel that i myself am leaving no
stone unturned to discover by whose
hand my husband came to his death.
If the inspector will give you his
up Mr.. Terhune yourself for me- Tell
him to name his own price, anything,
but to come at once"
When MIR. Alexander. accompanied
by the inspector, had retired to the
study upon his reluctantly assumed
mission. McCarty stepped forward
with one eye still on the valet and
coughed deferentially.
I'm the special deputy Inspector
Druet put on this case with himself,
any one else you want sent for? Any
, relative or friend, I mean?"
/ Once more Mrs. Creveling shook her
head.
Neither Mr.. Creveling nor I have
any relative besides my uncle. Mr..
Alexander" she responded. MY maid
| will follow on the next train from
Long Island and the butler and cook
now. as 1 was expected home this
morning in any event. do not want
alone, to think"
To think but not to grieve. One
look at that stern >countenance. as
| immobile as that of some goddess
carved in marble. would have shown
to far less astute eyes than McCarty' 8
that Myra Creveling would permit no
breakdown. no unleashing of her
emotions until her dominating pur--
pose was achieved. That she had
! jumped so hastily to the conclusion
| her husband had been murdered
! pointed to the probability that she
| also strongly suspected the identity
of the murderer. but it would be
futile to question her on that score
, at the moment.
OF course, that's onlN natural
! "Still I'm sure you'll be wanting to
| give US all the help you can and
J every minute counts now. In a case
like this where we've got practically
no clue and nothing to go on. We'll
Mr.. Creveling's friends. believe
you said that Mr.. Waverly was not
at Broadmead last night. Were any
other of your friends there? Mr..
| Alexander mentioned Mr.. and Mrs.
O'RoYrke, a lady named Culp or
"oh, they are in our set. of course.
mead" Mrs. Creveling interrupted.
| There was no house party; 1 was
just visiting there quietly for few
days"
''Where was Mr.. Waverly last night?
Was he expected out at his home?"
mo. he was at one of his clubs. I
suppose. He telephoned out before
town overnight. Mrs. Waverly and
/ were alone at Broadmead with the
servants" She paused and then spoke
i'm a quickened tone. Mr.. McCarty,
you said just now that you had no
clues. If my butler and cook have
been away since yesterday, who was
the man who summoned my uncle
me? If those calls could be traced
| T should think Won would have a very