The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1921-08-13

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be wanting Yost later. but II | do .
III phone again"
you're all wrong this trip. Mac, |
but I'll let you see 1t through" The .
inspector laughed mcaningly. "Our I
bird is too wise to lead you 60 his +.
covey, but when he's trailed his /
broken wing before you long enough /
pull him in again ana come down
here with him. Understand? I've
got something TO talk over with |
you"
Yes, sir" McCarty agreed non
committally. But until do see YOU. /
sir, FOR the love of the saints keep
the newspaper boys OF the same
opinion AS the medical examiner
Don't let them know but that the
case is closed as far as we are con
ccrned, and 1t might be a nice liz
Tie diversion for them II you drop
ped a hint about there being inSan-
ny in tho family and our late friend
having showed signs Of going bugs
himself. Don't put it too strong,
sir; Whit rs enough for them news
hounds to set ON the scent and 'tis
being laid Careful for them and for
us too, If I'm not mistak Ken"
II get you" There was new note
IN the inspectors tone. your party
u
An hour later, over a thick STEAK
and very black coffee. McCarty re-
counted to the eager Dennis all that
had taken place since he left him
at the flrehouse that morning.
And that's the whole OF it, he
summed up, waving greasy knife
comprohensively. Every last one OF
them bluffing and hedging and ly-
ing like hell except the O'Rourkcs
and not soul Of them knowing
that they re giving themselves away
with every stall they make! II it's
all the one thing they're working
together to keep dark, then 'tis bet
ter organized they are than Tam
many itself was in the old days, but
II they've each got their own pri-
vate reasons--outsidc an aversion to
notoricty-tor warding off an in
Vestigation, they must be "A fine
bunch Of crooks! There's something
queer about the lot, Denny, some
thing | don't understand. 7 told you
the dope ] got on them from Jim
mie Ballard now. leaving out my
old friends the O'Rourkes--though
God only Knows how they come 70
be mixed In that crowd!-take the
Zip woman. She knew we'll | was
no reporter, but she tried to bluff
it out and put over the lie that she
was asleep in her bed all night and
had hurt her arm by a fall She
didn't dare deny, though, that twas
Waverly sent her the message about
what had happened to Crcveling be-
cause she wasn't sure Of her ground,
and when | sprung it on her that
twas suicide IL swept her clean off
her feet; II she don't actually know.
It was murder she's got mighty
| ~ .t..t.. "A . -.
rest of them"
Twas n fool move she made,
quarreling with the old dame she'd
hired to boost her into society" Dem
mis- commented. knowing the wom-
an had something on her, she d
| ought to have kidded 'her along to
keep her mouth shut"
McCarty shook his head.
Fool she may be, but she knew
that the Frost woman wouldn't talk
unless it was dragged out of her
for fear that notoriety would spoil
her chances with another sucker;
one hint Of scandal and her graft
would be gone. As it was, when | put
1t up to her she cleaned her own
| skirts by blackening the other Nom-
ans. What was 1t that took Mrs.
Kip out of her house AZ al hours
almost against her will? BlacXmail
| or something like drink or dope that
she couldn't keep away from? Whlt
kind of investments is her money
tied up in that shes flush one min
ute and broke the ncNt?"
Like a gambler" Dennis nodded.
"Why did she break her dates
and run a chance OF getting in Dutch
with the very people shea Seen try
! ing to know all these years." pur-
sued MCCarty. why did she keep
that old leeCh around her at all II
| she knew the woman was on to her:
| for a cloak? OF course, IL all this
| has nothing TO do with Grew ling \
! death and her little game, whatever
1t is, doesn't come under In" tat
utes I'm wasting time and brains
| on her, but tomorrow she'll come
across with an alibi for last night
or I'll take her downtown"
Tomorrow will be another day"
Dennis remarked. what II We had
a quiet talk with her now"
Because we've a little date Of
our own downtown" retorted Me-
| Carly. Now, there's the Fords. She
was ready enough to talk until she
| let that slip about expecting to see
Creveling at Cutters house the night
-, before, and then she looked for a
minute as though she could have cut
her tongue out. Why? Whatever II