Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-02-13

IS Suspicious. lHtTe are -FOUR IllSSS-
ing hours for which, when queS-
toned, Lane angrily refuses to ac~
count.
Other Peoples Business
You amt heard again from that
headquarters feller?" Geoff scratch
ed his head refectively. Kinder
thought it was funny you let Lane
git away this mornin' to go to the
funeral afOre you tackled him.
oh, l banked on his coming back
with the family, all right" answered
DR.. Hood. He won't miss the read
ing of that will tomorrow! But
where do you suppose I was until
MOVE"
Il amt s'posin' nothin' more bout
this case" Geoff asserted. IF any
thin else consarnin' Lane should
come NY way, III tell it to you for
what it's wuth, but I'm through
guessin'.'
wei, l went to the city, to head
quarters, and arranged for another
man to trail Lane and not let him
out OF his sight. He met the
funeral party as they left the gates
Of The cemetery, and l don't doubt
he's hanging around here somewhere
now. Allen, his name is; a quiet.
SLSiltS- IOoh1lS. ,Gu IIldH, WHO
MlSht be IL commuter from some lit
NE cottage in the ncighborhood,
With a responsible but poorly paid
position i'll New York. You know
the kind
The doctor paused and then went
OF: I'm telling You this SO YOU
won't mistake that private detective
cf Newbury's for him. If he should
come up and speak to You. you'll
recognize him, because hell ask you
first wnf1 you're going to lay the
new floor in his cellar, and YOU can
tell him anything you see fit about
p our man
so that's why YOU let on to Lane
what yau did know bout his tlOins
on Wednesday night; you think that
the first chance he gifts he'll go to
somehudG! he thinks'll 'stabiish an
abb for Elm, providin' lie did come
lack here. or else to wherever lie
Gid go, III order TO make sure the
loiks he saw will prove it if they're
called CT; and YOU can check him
up by this tciier. Allen" Geoff
shook his lead slowly Don't YOU
reckon Lanes slick 'nouSh to fgGer
you'll have him watched and act ac-
cordin'.''
I'm taking no chances the
doctor fe!Nrtcd. We've got LYONS
working On it in the meantime, you
know. I'm going TO crawl out from
under here ROW before set
curvature, finish hunting for my
watch and then have Il little talk
with Newbury up at the house. See
YOU tonight or tomorrow"
He retrieved his ancient timepicce
and went up the terrace steps.
After IiSrrrot n lntn
companion turned in the opposite
. direction and sauntered along the
shore past the dividing line of the
Cayley estate until 4 jutting point
concealed him from view. He was
about to strike inland and follow the
edge of the marsh beside the creek
to his own small domain when q
cautious voice hailed him.
"Geoff. Hello, there"
Rupert Ashe. in q bathing suit
which revealed the slim, taut lines
of his boyish, well-knit frame. 4
frame like that of some youthful
athelete of old, had padded up sc
noiselessly in a long cedar canoe
that the other had been unaware OF
his approach.
"'Evenin'. Mr.. Ashe." Geoft
| glanced about, and then. leaning
against u tree. he produced his pipe
Family returned yet from the fu-
neral?"
Yes. and I heard tell that Mr.
Lane was with 'em and the lawyer
Mr.. Newbury, but l amt laid eyes
| on none o EN-" Geoff replied
shouldn't. be s'prised if one o these
mere private detective fellers showed
up later, too, but I'd Just as lief you
didn't say nothin' to nobuddy bout
that. It's only notion | got from
somethin' that was said bout Mis-
Cayley not bein' pleased with The
way Doc Hood and the District At
torneNs Teller was handlin' the case
! rant none o my business
1T wouldn't be q bad idea, If they
| honestly want to find out who killed
Mr.. Benkard." Rupert turned The
| canoe around with a reckless shove
OF the paddle and ran 1t up on the
shelving. sandy shore. "Of course
won't say anything about wha'
you tell me toto any ore. Geof.
We're too good pals fog that"
| You think mebbe they wouldn''
want to find out who the murdere,
was?"
Il don't believe Mrs. CayIey woult
If It meant any more notoriety and
scandal" Rupert flashed. II know
| that SOUNDS caddish of me. down
right rotten, but she wouldn't care
whom she sacrificed as long as sht
could stay on the social ladder ane
| keep on climbing.
Il don't suppose you understand
what ! mean, sand / wouldn't tall
this way only I'm dead Sore
guess YOU know why"
Geof nodded as he drew on hi:
pipe.
Since YOU speak O. it. Mr.. Ashe
| reckon / do. Seems 'sif the lady't
ruther have an old high flyer for &
! son-in-law. so longs he's got none,
ana place amongst the big bugs
than somebody else that she wa.
more than satisfied with afore h,
come long"
That's it, exactly" the youns
man cried. You know how it wa.
between Miss Mildred and me las
summer until that Woertz woman
invited her to that house party ant
Stoneham Lane was there, She call.
herself Van Vert since the war, anC
she got her money back from the
| Alien Property Custodian"
Geoff's lanky figure Strengthened
suddenly.
You mean that rich widow who
bought the big Durant place over &c
Silver Bay and wants a lof n plastei