Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-04-18
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T,cpeIinD. lie runs OUT apo'n W.
,tontrV and into the hands OF defeo,,
trc. nc is cisib'y porturbed ard
rrotssfs "he had nothing to do Dith
chats in dcre." -,
in evening clothes, re 'front.' 9t oh9ss
sScL sSmL of his hand Is huge army
.onor .onoi,Cr ~ Thc table is laid for too
,.yg I.;tt cbampdgne on ice, siiH IN
s1a,,ed THE house is empty of human
bo;,6s Mr.. Alexander, pdrtncr IN
G.,;vsss y; 10 the dead man, and uncle
~ lie pife, appears saying he has
h,en summoned by telephone. Mrs.
T@,cssiinq @ appears also. Neither they
| W. tbe Ssvrdnts, ucho later assem- bic,
Wv, "w Mro,c light on the affair. Mrs.
Cysrelirg insists on engaging the best
II Seiectire service.
II There had been quarrel bettceer
Doyolas IVaverly and the dead man.
| T1rsrly had left the house IN a rage,
| .cJ Mrs. Crereiing stayed on as O
suest at Wdporly's house.
AND HERE 1T CONTINUES
mrIAT ought to be proof enough to
l YOU that there was no trouble be-
,ueep u.s." waverly's tone had become
al at once eager and conciliatory.
"sorry I misunderstood your motive in
canning here. I'm quite willing to tell
,ou all about that little argument with
Gene Creveling for can see that It has
s,en grossly exaggerated to you. ] don't
know who your witness is, but ] pre-
.nme It is that rascally butler Rollins /;
7 warned Creveling to sack him long
oSo 7 did not leave the house In a
rsSe as you have been told, but in
sSser disgust. IL Creveing is dead I'm
damned sorry, but there's no use blink
;rg the facts: his course Of conduct
hasn't been exactly straight and mar
row. and although we are none of us
angels took it upon myself as an old
and intimate friend TO demonstrate with
him and he didn't accept 1t In the right
spirit. That's all there was to it; it
was all forgotten the next day.
"And since then you've been on
friendly terms with him, Mr..
Wnverly?"
Absolutely
your mutual friends can vouch for
that suppose? "Tis not that / doubt
YOUR word, sir, but the inspector may
want to check up my report" McCarty
psused and added 1--WE know approx
| matey the hour at which Mr.. Creveling
came to his death and il you'll tell me
where you were last night from IL
o'clock on, it'll put an end to all an
noyance for you" \
And II don't choose to do so?"
The fabby face had darkened again
tuculcntly.
McCarty shrugged.
That's up to you, sir.
There was pause and then Waverly
spoke thickly.
Have you the authority to keep it
out Of the papers? ! mean IL tell you
where | was and prove it to you, can
you keep it from reaching my wife's
ears? Oh, there was nothing absolutely
beyond the pale about it, but you know
what women are!" he added hastily.
"Can l count on you and your superiors
to keep it quiet"
"Well, sir, il your alibi's sound it's
no concern Of the department what you
have been doing" McCarty answered
cautiously. "Of course, can't guar
sntcN that the reporters won't look you
up, as having been intimate with Mr..
Creyeliug, but it'll be ON no informa-
ton from US.
You telcphoned out to your country
place late yesterday afternoon that you
would be detained in town last night,
Mrs. Creveing says"
Yves" The light blue eyes were
lowered and his full underlip protruded
6ullenly. Il met a man / know and he
invited me to a supper party in his
rooms; we whooped it up until after
3 this morning, and when the crowd
had broken up ! turned in there for
few hours rest. My host is a good fell
low and all that, but he's not quite
the sort I'd take to my own home or
introduce to my wife, and the party
wasn't u stag affair. You understand?
When ! woke up l was digusted with
lne aftermath and on an impulse |
phoned out to Mrs. Waverly to ask her
10 run in to town for lunch, as I told
you She informed me of the message
sGmmoning Mrs; Creveling and called
up their house."
This man who invited you to supper
N his rooms; you met him before you
phoned out to Long Island yesterday
afternoon, Mr.. Waverly?"
Naturally. ! gave Mrs. Waverly
some trivial excuse; told her had to
attend a business conference with some
out town people here at the Belterre
.ast evening and it might be a late ses-
sion; ] intimated that if it were ]
would take a room here for the night"
uS l@,, spoke with evident reluctance.
when | called her up this morning and
cue told me of the supposed accident
,teatized she would take it for granted
mat / was here and might try to get
nv n' ister to fnd out what had happened |
" w. Ireveling' That was why l told
!iHI !io ! was stopping here and then hur-
''eu doWn to meet YOU
y see" McCarty nodded "Who
q ~ lhe man that gave the party, Mr..
"Sycrlyi What is his name?"
I, me other hesitated and then replied |
IN a lowered tone:
pr samuel j. Venuer."
McCarty stared. Sam Vcnner bore
4 reputation that was far from sayory |
wen @ among the sporting element of the
eny' and his activities had more than
,t yaCe come und der the scrutiny of the au-
otort!eS ot on the lookout for new forms
y, No. coincidence games. How could he1
pSs9Iy have wormed himself into even
! Wm WmodaihS acquaintance with a man of
"ae.EHerIy $ social standing?
iou fellows have heard of him /
Waverly shrugged in his
to torh' lie s quite character around
fEoTn, EoT DGt | don't believe you've ever
lad anything on him"
m,,ae Te heard of him." McCarty ad.
utbaIra ubo'a briefly. DID you spend the
SHo'e SmnC evening with him, Mr.. Waverly?
nt[Sr nb"no you accepted his invitation and
dOf ''u' WIFE, "hut did you
,T
into went went up to my town house. climbed
left ,S Soile dinner clothes which | had
As t. S"grG a ana dropped in at tho club"
Jon bc c"m,,rlnatlng oyna!n the inevitable ques-
'odo' 'od., 1t was dead as a doornaiI mo-.
JJ"uy JniGy, there ! cared TO talk TO and 7
n a. bbt'a bi'oa down to Sharp's Chdphouse for
met VnS S ,d ana then dropped in for the last
"1u Inc Girl from Paradise. ;"
,vor' pN Yourself. Mr.. WaverIyP Won