The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-06-24
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Ibid he say which club?"
"Seems to me he didn't, not as re-
member. How about that, Kitty?"
"No, Tn sure he didn't. He said he
wouldn't be back early. SO he went
to bed. We s'posed after we got up
this mo'nin' he was sleepin' In his
room, till the paper come and looked
ut it." Johnnie gave way to lament.
II told him awhile ago he had orto 60
back to Arizona or they'd git him.
And how they've gone and done 1t sure
enough"
Keen as a hawk on the hunt, Bea-
trice turned to her father quickly.
''Tm going to get Clarendon on the
'phone. He'll know all about It,"
"Why will he know all about it,"
because he was with Clay. He's
the man the paper says the police are
looking for-the man with Clay when
1t happened"
Her fathers eyes lit. 'That's good
guessing, Bee.''
1t was her frances man who an
swcred the girls call. She learned
that Clarendon was still in his room.
Hes quite sick this morning,
miss" the valet added.
''rell him 1 want to talk with him.
It's important"
II don't think, miss, that he's
able"
"Will you please tell him what I
sny?"
Presently the voice Of Bromfield,
thin and worried, came to her over
the wire. "I'm i'll, Bee. Absolutely
done up. IL can't talk"
'"Tcll me about Clay Lindsay.
Were you with him when-when 1t
happened:"
There was a perceptible pause be-
fore the answer came.
with him?" She could feel his ter
ror throbbing over the wire. Though
she could mot see him, she knew her
question had stricken him white.
"With him whereof 3d.
at this gambllng-house-Mad-
dOck'S?"
mo, I-I--Bee, tell you I'm Ill.,"
HE went out last night to join you
Mt your club. I know that. When did
you see him last?"
"T-we didn't-he didn't come"
"rhen you didn't see him Mt all?"
There was another pause, significant
and telling, followed by quavering
"NO-O."
"Clary, I want to see you-rlght
away"
I'm i'll, tell you-can't leave my
bed" He gave groan too genuine
to doubt.
Beatrice hung up the receiver. Her
eyes sparkled. For all her slimness,
she looked both competent and dam
gerous.
"What does he say?" her father
asked.
"Says he didn't meet Clay at all
that lie didn't show up. Dad. there's
something wrong about it. Clary's In
panic about something. I'm going
to see him, no matter whether he can
leave his room or n0t.H
Whtford looked dubious. II don't
see"
"We1l. I do" his daughter .cut him
off decfsivcly. "We're going to his
rooms--now. Why not? He says he's
Ill. All right. I'm engaged to be
married to him and I've a rlght,to see
how i'll he, Is"
"What's in your noodle. honey?
You've got some kind Of suspicion.
What is it,"
81 think Clary knows something.
My, notion is that he was Mt Mad
docks and that he's in blue funk for
fear he'll be found and named as an
accessory. I'm going to find out all he
can tell me-
But"
She looked at her father directly, a
deep meaning in the lovely eyes. A
little tremor ran through her body.
dad. Pm going to save Clay. That's
the only, thing that counts"
Her words were an appeal. a chal-
1chse. They told him. that her heart
belonged TO the friend In prison, an,l
they carried him buck somehow,to the
hour when the nurse first laid her, a
tiny baby, in his arms. "
His heart was very tender to her.
"Whaterer you say, sweetheart" -
Their chauffeur broke the speed
laws getting them to the apartment
house for. bachelors where Bromfield
lived.
His valet for once was caught OF
guard when he opened the door to
them. Beatrice was inside before lie
could quite make up his mind how
best to meet this frontal attack.
I'VE came to see Mr.. Bromheld.'
3 she said.
Sorry, miss. He is really quite Ill.
The doctor says"
I'm Miss Whltford. We're en-
gagged to be married. It's very i'm
portant that see him."
st yes. miss, know" -@'.-2. ..
The man was perfectly well aware
that his master wanted Of all things