Bisbee daily review., 1922-01-28

What can he know of any crime, es. pecially one committed in New York;"
 Because his memory doubtless
 reaches back, let us say, fourteen years. Have you heard of the recent murder of the celebrated portrait painter, Mrs. Vane? Does 'Vane sug-
 gest substitute for that of your fathers late partner, Venner?"
 The young attorney gasped and seized the edge of his Gesk.
 "Heavensi You don't mean that creature who ran off with Venner's soni I was only schoolboy at the time but I remember the scandal! Young Mrs. Venner herself QIel soon afterward"
 Tt is odd under the circumstances that Matt Venner's wife's family didn't come forward and claim her body when she died insane from the mental suffering she had endured at his hands," Barry remarked "Who was she? Where did sle come from?'
 Her maiden name was ijarrows, Irene Barrows, but I never heard that she lad any living relatives; that is, none of them came forward during any phase of the tragic affair." Philip added. ''I remember hearing that she was an orphan, school fr:enu uf one of the debutantes of that time and that the marriage wasn't a par- .ticalarly advantageous one according to the senior Venner, from the stand. point of money or position
 We have learned that she ,vu, ., stranger in Cleveland but not where she came from" Barry repeated. Can you tell me! ;-ernaps yuur father can help me" Barry rose.
 T doubt it. But I will take you to him.
 In Philips roadster they soon reached the fashionable suburbs.
 On a terrace stood a woeei chair Tn which reclined a solitary figure wrapped to the chin in steamer rugs. Philip, began; ; f iI.f
 came to bring a friend out to see you, a-a prospective client MT. Barry, this is my father"
 Glad to see you, MT. Barry: glad the old man isn't altogether forgot ten at the office. Philip, run along
 Phliip shot warning gIancc at the anu I.
 Now fire away, MT. Barry. I pre- I sume you have your proper creden- { tials?"
 "social?' Sergeant Barry's tone | was innocent. /;
 Professional, sir! My son is a 1 fool, but I've handled enough crim- inal cases in my time to know a de- tectlve when 1 see one, a;.., .....- y.s.r isn't altogether a surprise Miss Has, klns, my nurse, wouldn't read the latest news of the Vane case to me. made her do so yesterday before she realized what she had strayed into. and when l learned that tlar e. clerk of ours, Griswold, was miye1 up in 1t, 1 rather expected that the old scandal would be raked up again"
 Barry laughed with boyish frank. Dess.
 | won't try to lie to you, sir, he exclaimed. We nave reason to believe that the woman wno ra Killed was some connection of the unfortunate Mrs. Matthew Venner. We know that the latter was a con- parative stranger here, and we thought you might be able to tell us where she came from and who her people were'
 A faint flush had come into f Nithered cheeks anu- Barry could see that he was shaking exc.tedly.
 Irene Venner," Barry promnted quietly. Her maiden name was Irene Barrows and she was visiting school friend here"
 Ada Johnson the quavering voice supplemented. 'I suppose she took pity on Irene. Irene came from and guess her guardian sent her to finishing school as a last resort to get her in with rich folks and marry her off. Anyway, A.a Johnson brough the girl home and Inc trouble started"
 Do you know anything about this guardian of Irene Barrows, sir?" the detective asked. Did you ever meet him?"
 Yes, he came on for the wedding. put somehow l cant recall his name. remember the man himself, though. because I've met so many of his type: lardfisted, hyDOcritical president of small country bank. He died soon lfterward, 1 understand"
 Please, MT. Scully, it is time for your drops now" A nurse approache1 he invalid. If the gentleman will excuse you now, I'm sure you nave talked enough"
 The invalid took the medicine ana reused himself to peer at the small ,ar chugging up the driveway. ", Is coming?'
 Tt is Mrs. Tyrrell," the nurse re- piled and turned tO meet the stunt lady who had descended from the 'unabout and was crossing the laW toward them.
 Ada on one of her duty calls" the old man grumbled. "She may be able .o give you more information than I. lowveer, for she was i;Ie g;rl tc you about who brought Irene to Cleve- and in the first place."
 Barry rose and the old man cackled IS he extended his hand.
 My dear Ada" he responded. you were never more welcome than at this