Bisbee daily review., 1922-01-19


 what Mrs. McGratn, entirely without encouragement, has volunteered,' re- piled the professor. Mrs. Vane ar rived last October from France, l be- lieve. It was some two months later that her vogue began to spread like wildfire, so that by spring she was quite famous
 There can be no doubt of her strange, whimsical talent" Barry re- marked. That unfinished potrait be- . fore which she lies dead, for in- stance; it is as unmistakably recog- nizable as a photograph. I fancy Mir. Theodore Vansittart would give some thing to have his wife's picture re- moved before the notoriety of tomor- row."
 Professor Semyonov nodded slowly.
 You observed the most prominent thing in the portrait, did you nOt2" he asked. The Vansittart emerald? IL has figured in more than one un- savody episode in the traditions of its history, yet it is the prIue or the family.@ Perhaps that is the reason why Mrs. Vane has, one might say. maliciously emphasized it. The DOT trait was to have been that of a jewel, not a lady
 And the critics will fall upon that fact like dogs upon a bone." Barry laughed and then his face sobered. How long have the other tenants been in the house, Professor Semy- onov?"
 The thin, little creature in the attic studio was here when I came, two years ago next October, ana hno he responded. The young man, Mr. Ladd, moved in only three months ago, on the first of May. and my mo- rose neighbor, just below, took pos session year before that after l my self had been here SIX or seven months, The janitor, or superintend- ent, looks as though he might have been the furnace man for the original householders and his name l believe to be Kedge."
 As he spoke there came respect ful but authoritative knock upon his door and he arose with a sigh and waddled over to admit long-armed. wiry young man whose blue eyes were as keen as Barry's own. Hello, Craig" the latter cried be- fore either of the others could speak Did the chief send you over from headquarters to take charge of the case? Mir. Semyonoy, this Is Sergeant Craig, from the homicide bureau T guess we all know what Pro lessor Semyonov has done for us in times past" The newcomer laughed as he shook hands, then turned frank ly to Barry. Il don't know why the chief assigned me to this job when you were already on the ground. John. but orders are orders. and I'll be | thankful for a little unofficial CO., operation.
 I've got to interview the other tenants Of the house. said Craig | Are there any pointers you could give me first?"
 You haven't seen tnemg" 1 No. I read the statements they 1 made to the precinct dicks and then | came straight for you. They're each in their own apartments with 1 guard on each landing and two on the street below, one at the entrance door and l one where the fire escape comes down outside the studios, by that vacant strip of land. There's no other Way | any of them can get out for Boyle and the other two went over the roof thoroughly" Craig replied. Tt looks like an inside job all right. for Boyle was right outside the house when he | heard the shot fired and nobody | could have come out of the door or | down the fire escape without his see ing them"
 What did the medical examiner say?" Barry asked. after a pause. in a cautious undertone.
 Not much: you know he's always like a clam until he gets his report
 m at headquarters, and he has still
 the autopsy to make" the other re | sponded. Tt was a bullet from a
 small pistol that killed her. though.
 snd il was fired from a considerable
 distance for there was no powder
 marks on the body nor anywhere else
 that we could find. Come down to
 the studio where the murder was com
 mitted yourself and have another
 look around the tenants can wait
 Barry agreed with a nod and to-
 gether they descended past GrisWOld's s
 door where grinning policeman sa-
 luted them and from behind Whicn
 came defiant series of snOreS on
 the landing below another officer
 stood on guard. but the door swung
 idly on its hinges, the body had been
 removed and the luTId. counterfeit
 daylight had been eAtineuished. leay-
 in ,nly the soft, Opalesccnt siOw oI
 the amps Tn the luxurious. deserted
 living room.
 Did you notice after you smashed
 Tn that this is spring lock-" Crais
 had paused at the entrance Any.
 enc could have run out after firing
 that shot and pulled the door shut
 Iehind him and it would have locked r itself It's the only one or fts D Kind in the house, too; the jauitOrTl nave to explain that. and fl he don't come back by morning we'll get the ? dragnet out after him" . (Continued in our netN issue.r
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