Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-02-02

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GER. We've met before, haven't wey
They had. The sergeant was the mar
who had arrested him at the Coroner
authorities had later released the pris
oner on bond.
"Have you touched the body o,
moved anything. since you cameT' th,
sergeant demanded.
mo, sir. to both questions, e1-
cept the telephone when used It te
reach headquarters."
The officer made no answer. he ant
the detectives went into the bedroom
examined the dead valet's position ant
clothes, made O tour Of the rooms, ant
came back to Lane.
who's your friend?" asked the ser.
geant superciliously.
''His name Is Cole Sanborn."
The The champion bronco buster77"
The sergeant looked at sanborn with
increased respect. His eyes went back
to Kirby sullenly.
What you doing here p
eve we're I'M my uncle's apartment
lookin' things over. We stepped out
on the fire. escape an happened to no.
tice this window here was open a little.
It just came over me that mebbe We
might discover some evidence here. So
I got in by the window. saw the body OF
the Jap. an called my friend"
"Some one hire you TO hunt up evil
dence!" the officer wanted to know with
heavy sarcasm.
II hired myself. Ny good name is
involved: I'm goin' to see the murderer
is brought TO Justice"
You are. eh?"
.nrhSSr %Wsll' I'LL IT., 'sy you could find him if
You're entitled to your opinion,
sergeant, just as l am to mine. but be-.
fore we're through with this case you II
have to admit you've been wrong
Lane turned to his friend. "Well 60
now, Cole, II you're ready
The sergeant glared at this cool cus.
toner who refused to be appalled, at the
position in which he stood. He had
half mind to arrest the man again on
the spot. but he was not sure enough of
his ground. Not very long since he had
missed n promotion by being overzealous
He did not want to make the same mis-
take twice.
The Wyoming men walked across to
Seventeenth street and down 1t to the
Equitable Building. James Cunning
ham was in his Office.
He looked up as they entered, a cold
smile on his lips.
."Ah, my energetic cousin" he. said.
whats in the wind now?"
Kirby told him. Instantly James be.
came grave. His irony vanished. In
his face was flicker almost OF conster-
nation at this follow-up murder. lie
might hovn haon ooLtvD htp,Solr ha,
much more trouble was coming.
"Wc1l get the writing translated
You have it with you?" he said.
His eyes ran over the pages Lane
handed him. II know a Jap we can
get to read 1t for us. reliable man, one
who won't talk if we ask him not to-
The brokers' desk buZzcr rang. He
talked for moment over the telephone,
then hung up again.
Sorry" Cunningham said. "I'm
going to be busy for an hour or two.
Going to lunch with Miss Phyllis 1lar-
riman. She was Uncle James tianccc,
perhaps You know. There are some af-
fairs Of the estate to be arranged. I
wonder If You could come back later this
afternoon. Say about 4 o'clock. Well
take up then the business Of the trans
ation. III get in touch with a Japa-
uesc III tnc meantime.
Suits me. Shall leave the writ.
ing here?"
"Yes, IL you will. Doesn't matter.
u course, but since We have it III put
{ In the safe"
''How's the arm?' Kirby asked,
at the sling his cousin wore.
"Only sprained. The doctor thinks
must have twisted it badly as l fell.
couldn't sleep wink all night. The
Tanned thing panied So"
James looked as though he had not
lept we'll. His eyes were .shadowcd
md carcworn.
They walked together as far as the
utter office. A slender. dark young
'oman, beautifully gowned. was wait
ns there. James introduced her to his
ousin and Sanborn as Miss Hartman.
The was. Kirby knew at once, the orig
nal OF the photograph he had seen in
is unclc's rooms.
Miss Hartman was a vision of
heathed loveliness. The dark, long |
'shed eyes looked out at Kirby with |
ppcallng wistfulness. When she moved, |
ne soft lines of her body took on a
lnuous grace. From her personality
here seemed to emanate IN enticing
ura OF sex mystery.
She gave Kirby her little gloved hand.
I'm glad to meet you, Mr.. Lane"
ne said, smiling at him. 'I'vc heard
u sorts Of good things about you from
Jack"
She did not offer her hand TO San
orn. perhaps because she was busy
ltt2ning one Of the long gloves. In
cad, she gave him a flash of hcr eycs
nd nod Of the carefully coiffured
cad. W
kirby said tho proper things. but he
I'D them with mind divided. For
S nostrils were inhaling again the vic.
{ perfume that associated itself with
S frst visit to his unclc's apartment.
e did not start. His eyes did not
tray him. His face could be wooden
occasion. and 1t told no stories now.
ut his mind was filled with racing
cughts. Had Phyllis Hartman been
g woman Rose had met on the stairs?
hat had she been doing in Cunning.
I'M room? Who was the man with
r; What secret connected with his
lcle,s death lay hidden back of the
hpid innocence Of those dark. shad.
'ed eyes! She was one OF those
omen who are forever a tantalizing :
SStery to men. What was she like ,
her face? ''''A
Lane carried this prcoccupation with
n throughout the afternoon. II was
ii in the hintcrand of his thourhts
zen he returned to his cousins office
His entrance was upon n srene ~ II
itated storm. His cousin wax in the II
ter offcc facing n clerk. In his eyes
ere was cold fury OF anger that sir. \
tscd Kirby. He had known Tomo, II