Evening journal., 1922-01-18
Sergeant Barry shrugged.

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Sergeant Barry shrugged.
when case OF this sort occurs
.'-professor, there's little time for
diplomacy. We've got to get the
dope and get 1t quick. SO you. too.
heard that step on the stairs di-
y rectly after the shot was fired p"
Professor Semyonov laid a quick
hand on his arm.
we will discuss that later. my
friend" His keen eyes beneath their
shaggy brows rested for a moment
x on the grabbed face OF Henry Girls
void and then drifted to Gordon
Ladd. who had once more. dropped
his head in his hands. Let us have
a little talk together in my rooms.
as soon as the official formalities
have been compiled with, which will
2 grant us temporary privacy"
~ Policeman Boyle descended with
unexpected haste.
That's one OF those nutty artistic
danes up there. with hair like sky
terrier and the nerve OF a mousei"
he conhded in a quick undertone to
~Barry.
In the shabby. comfortable living
room once more. the professor low
rered the light and raised the win
dow shades with a sigh OF relief
then turned to his young COM
panion.
What do you make OF It all. Ser
geant? Who do you think killed tho
Nane woman. and why?"
II Barry shrugged.
THE last part OF your question
would explain much. professor, and
probably answer the first part as
well. I haven't had time 10 draw
any definite conclusions as yet, have
you7?"
Professor Semyonov sank once
more into his own chair and mo-
toned to the one opposite.
"Only some very obvious minoi
ones" he responded. "She was shot
by no stranger. but by someone
4 whose presence in her studio at the
moment was known to her. Re
4 member she was. standing or sitting
+. directly before her easel and evi.
i IDENTIFY painting or starting TO pain
4 when the end came. No intruder
4 could have got so close 10 her. ol
practically between her and the ease
in order to fire directly into hei
d heart without her knowledge. 1t Il
possible that she turned to speak t'
II this person and thus unwittingll
X gave opportunity for an unimpedeS
aim. 1 think il Is fairly certain
Fl that she did not anticipate what wal
coming"
Barry nodded.
"That seems clear. But abou
those footsteps that we both hear'
81 going down the stairs when vi
n opened your door here just afte
"a the shot startled us2"-
a Going up. my sf.end. not down,
II the professor interrupted.
"Up?" repeated Barry. "Wh!
we passed nobody on the stairs, an'
there are only two other apartment
-Griswold's below you. and the wo
X man above in the attic! According
E to Omcer Boyle the woman wen
s. into Mysteries when she heard tn
8 news and you know yourself hov
YOU had to pound upon Griswold
door 10 arouse him and how leisure
II ly and reluctantly he came dow
|& finally to investigated There did nc
seem to be anywhere in the hallway
il badly lighted as 1t was, where any
q one could have hidden himself.
Professor Semyonov smiled an
f his white whiskers lifted slightly.
q, Il am not thinking Of the wo
s. man." he said. Nor do 1 imagin
< that we passed anyone unobserve
ia our descent, hurried as it was.
who was Miriam Nane? FroI
. whence did she come? II the es
.ellent organization of which 20
s are a part should in the next fe
~ days learn anything Of Mrs. Vane
' sntecedents or previous history an
SIT associates which is not given OF
generally to the press. would It b
40 great a breech Of professions
etiquet TO put me into strictly con
* Mdential possession Of it2"
by no means, professor, in vie
not only Of your standing but {
NE splendid services you have rer
81 1ered voluntarily TO the homicid
lareau in the past" Barry respond
~ cd.
s.. A"I shall be grateful" the profei
-. sor declared. Il know nothing, al
- sQiutely nothing more than you an
z yet 1 have formed a theory which
W should like to test and which
X INK only Mrs. Vane's past wi
KS prove or disprove."
3 Sergeant Barry smiled to hin
2< st'lf. though not a muscle OF h
IS countenance betrayed his inwal
W. luusement He thought that !
~ sfew what that theory. engenders
hy an almost childish personal an
mostly, consisted Of and he was gla
q fAhumor the foibles Of this old ma
W u rraaf i'm his own line