New Britain herald., 1925-12-08
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and q wine bottle lay near the table edge,
 A mans overcoat and hat hung on a peg near the table. Barbara ad- vanced to examine them. The pock- cts had been emptied, She looked around the room. There was nothing else in sight.
 Barbara turned toward the door. Just before she reached 1t, she turned and looked back at the wrecked table. Something red caught her eye in the folds Of the cloth. In an instant she was on her knees be- side the table. She drew out from bee meath 1t piece Of vivid streamer Then she thrust 1t in the pocket of her wrap.
 She was closing the door when the little doctor in gray hurried down the steps, carrying his medicine case. Barbara stepped in front of him.
 "A clear case of suicide" he re- piled to her question. Norman Hollowell of the Hollowell Bond Brokerage Company, Suicide note In his pocket, and proof that he was alone in the room. Waiter had left him only two minutes before the shot. He died instantly" Barbara found her way back to the front hall, where the roadhouse manager was making a statement to the other reporters. The doctor in terrupted him. No use trying to hush it up. Martini. The man is dead and everybody in New Britain knows him"
 The telephone booth was sur 1 rounded by a fighting swarm of men reporters. Barbara ran after the manager. Please. MT. Martini" she smiled. may I rest moment in your officer"
 The man looked at her suspicious ly. Then he opened door and ush- cred her in. We don't want any more scandal out of this than is un- avoidabe. It wasn't the fault of the management that the man picked out the Lighthouse Inn as a place to kill himself, And remember there wasn't any woman mix-up. He was alone"
 Barbara reached for the telephone, Norman Hollowell has killed him. self in the Lighthouse lnn," she told McDermott, breatlllessly. The man. ager says he was alone, but there was a read sash under the table where he shot himself"
 Martini made a dive for the tele- phone. Damn you," hs said.
 Barbara made a rush for the front door. She opened it and Tar pell-mell into the arms of Bob Jef' fries. Thank goodness" said Bob T felt like a dog, leaving you. But you're all right, aren't you. Bab ?'
 "Yes, and I've got the story. Yol needn't go in unless you want to-"
 Think I'd better" he answered 'The police haven't come yet, hav' they? Met an old fellow in tn driveway who says he saw a woman run out of the entrance here an( down the road. about an hour ago He moseyed up to see what wa wrong, and got to the porch just II time to hear the shot"
 "H-m," replied Barbara, and hall ed q taxi.
 Norman Hollowel Suicide, said the headlines. Kills self il Lighthouse private dining room Unknown woman companion flee before tragedy"
 Barbara laid down the extra witt It's ink still wet. and pulled on he coat. The yellow taffeta dress ha' a splash of black grease across tn skirt, where she had brushed agains a table in the composing room. He body ached with fatigue. Bob sauntered across the room [ s sit on her desk. Great story 8 Babs," he said. "If you hadn't go 5 into that room. before they ceane e it up, we'd never have known abou t the unknown woman companion"
 Well" said Barbara slowly, 'i e she really had nothing to do wit e the murder, 1t seems a shame to dra /, her out into the limelight. Wome s never live those things down, yo know, Even as it is now, Hollowell' y wife is going to suffer for my dis t covery of that red sash. They sa
 she's in Chicago She'd never hay d known that her husband wasn't e model of virtue, if it hadn't been fc :. me"
 p That's what happens, Babs. N = use trying to beat the game. To
 always get caught, even though yo d die first"
 d Andrew McDermott came out (
 his office. Who's this chap name c Reynolds that's been calling for yo n all evening, Miss Hawley?" he aske
 "I answered his calls three timt E. myself"
 y "A former friend of mine" Ba,
 bara spoke coldly,
 J. 'I want you to see Mrs. Lyd h Stacy, out on Grove Hill tomorro7
 She's just back from year in E.