Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-09-18
is missing? Hasn't II dropped to the

anything else missing?' asked
Morton, who was deeply chagrined that
he hadn't noticed the pin was gone
himself.
How about money. Mr.. LOCKWOOD"
said DR.: Marsh. ANY gone, that you
can notice?"
With an uncertain motion Gordon
lockwood pulled open a small drawer
Of the desk.
yes" he said. there was $500
in cash here last highland now it Is
not here
Better dismiss the suicide theory"
said Detective Morton, with a quick
look at the secretary.
The medical examiner, Or. Marsh
the detective Morton, and the secre-
tary Of the late John Waring. Gordon
Lockwood, looked at one another.
without any words having been
spoken that might indicate n lack Of
harmony, there yet was hint of dis.
cord In their attitudes.
DR.. Marsh was sure the case was
a suicide.
You'll find the stiletto somewhere"
he shrugged, when held upon that point.
To find the weapon is not my bust.
ness-but when man is dead In a
locked room and dead from wound
that could have been self administered.
l can't see a murder situation
Nor l." said Lockwood. Has the
wastebasket been searched for the thing
that killed him?''
Acting quickly on his own sugges.
ton. Gordon Lockwood dived beneath
the great desk.
Like fash Morton was after him,
and, though the detective was not sure.
ne thought he saw the secretary grasp
nc Dit OF crumpled paper and stuff it in
his pocket.
Lockwood Under Suspicion
Now, look here, I'll make that
Search Morton exclaimed. and almost
snatched the wastebasket from the
others grasp.
Very WE'LL" and Lockwood nut his
hands in his pockets and stood looking
on, as Morton fnmb!ed with the scraps.
tie emptied the basket on the floor.
velopes and memoranda. which we're
soon proved to be Of no indicative value
to the searchers.
'I'll save the stuff. anyway" Nor.
ton declared. getting n newspaper and
wrapping In 1t the few bits of waste
paper;
Did you take a paper from this
basket and put It in your pocket" the
detective suddenly demanded.
Lockwood, without moving, gave Nor
ton a cold stare that was more mega
tive than any words could be, and was.
moreover. exceedingly disconcerting.
Look here. Mr. Norton ne said,
IF you suspect me of killing my en-
ployer. come out and say so. know.
In story books. the first one to be sus-
pected is the confidential secretary. So,
accuse mo. and get il over with
The very impassivity Of Lockwood's
face seemed to put him far beyond and
above suspicion, and the detective hast.
lily mumbled;
Not at all. Mr.. Lockwood. not at
all. But you don't seem real frank.
now. and you must know how important
it is that we get all the first hand
information we can
of course. and I'm ready to tell all
I know. Go on and ask questions. ="
We'll. then, what do your surmise
has become Of that five hundred dollars
and that ruby stickpin? Doesn't their
disappearance rather argue against sui
Lockwood meditated. "Not neccs-
sarily. If they have been stolen----"
"Stolen OF course. they've been
stolen. since they aren't here. I don't
see any safe
mo. DR.. Waring had no safe. There
has been little or no robbery in Cor
inth and DR.. Waring rarely kept mucn
money about"
Five hundred\ dollars is quite
sum-
That was for housekeeping pur-
poses. Whenever necessary, I drew for
him from the bank that amount. and
he kept 1t in that drawer until It
was used up. He always gave Mrs.
Peyton cash TO pay the servants and
some other matters as well ms her own
salary. His tradesman's bills were paid
by check
WAS the money in bills?"
II invariably brought it to him in
tho same denominations. Two hundred
in five dollar bills. two hundred in
ones. and a hundred in silver coins"
I'm paper rolls?'
Yes: It may have been iniudicious
to keep 40 large sum in his desk
drawer, but he always did. Though. to
be sure. he often raid out a great deal
Of II at once. Sometimes he would
cash checks for some one or give some
to the poor
Drawer never locked?"
always locked. But both the doc.
tor and carried key. He was not
81 suspicious Of me as you are. Mr..
Morton" The speaker gave his cold
smile.
And as to the ruby pin. Mr.. Lock.
wood?" Morton went on. "Are you
willin" we should search your effects?"
Lockwood started and for moment
he almost lost his eulipoise.
ct am nof wil1ipc - bo SotJ oft>s
an instant's pause. "but If you say It
is necessary, I suppose I shall have to
submit"
Morton looked at him uneasily. He
had no appearance Of criminal. he
looked too proud and naughty to be a
culprit. yet might that not be sheer
bravado?
Disseminating the conversation. Nor
ton turned his attention to tho table
In the window in the hall where the
secretary SO often sat.
He examined the apnurtcnnnCrS. for
the table was furnished almost like
desk. and he picked up a silver pen.
holder.
It was round and smooth and with.
out chasing or marking of any sort,
save for the initials G. J..
"This yours?' he asked. and Lock.
wood nodded assent.
81 ask you. DR.. Marsh" Morton
turned TO the examiner. "whrthcr that
wound which is in DR.. Warnings neck
,oMid have been made with this pen.
holder"
Startled. Marsh took the implement
and carefully scrutinized il. OF usual
length It was tapering and ended In
a point. The circumference at the
larger end was just about the circum-
ference Of the wound in question.