New Britain herald., 1926-01-30
The Oldest Bank in New Britain
you know, the law handles these

you know, the law handles these things for us
 "The law" shot back Jimmy would give my fathers murderer a chance. don't propose 10. would give him no more chance than he gave my father, I'd shoot him in the back. l wouldn't be satis. fled with jus, killing him. I'd mur- der him. You understand" I'd murder him.
 "Oh well" The coroner shrugged his shoulders. You're young yet, Mir. Rand"
 "I was 27 years old yesterday" said Jimmy, but I'm considerably more than a day older today. Poor Dad... Why, wo were down at his office today and they said he was right at his desk yesterday un- til two o'clock In the afternoon. His stenographer said ho got phone call about two and left the office immediately aftcrWard."
 Did they know who phoncd him?"
 "No. Miss Fry-thats his stenos- rapher--said he seemed little pale and she thought he might be going out for q walk in the fresh air. He didn't say where he was going--just said he expected to be back in an hour or two"
 And you think that's inc call that lured him 10 his death""
 No doubt about it in my mind. Probably whoever called did SO from a pay station and met him in front of the Garfield Hotel"
 But the day cleFk--he said Inc didn't sco your father come in.'
 "No reason why he should. In tho first place. he isn't behind the desk all the timo. And there's stairway right off the entrance that anybody can go mp without being seen from where tho clcrk usually stands
 Jimmy picked up his hat We'll I'm going home. There's the funeral tomorrow, and million things 10 be done"
 How Is your mother taking it?" asked tho coroner.
 Pretty badly. Shes in bed. We've had the doctor. With my sister it's different. Shes stood up under it better than most men would"
 "ThcroN be police at the funeral tomorrow, Of coursc--in plain clothes. They always make it a point. on tho wild hunch, you know, that thnyn find some known crook or ,hug around that they can ques- ton. lt's a known fact. that the ordinary run Of murderer has a morbid curiosity in everything in any way related 10 his crime. . . More than one has been picked up at his victim's funeral. might be there myself, Mr. Rand-if you don't mind"
 "Of course not, Coroner. You've been kind Everybody has very kind. Goodhy.'
 "Coodby."
 On the way home Jimmy ponder cd until his head ached over the possible identity of the man who had registered as II. A. Jones. , , This man, he was satisfied, was hi' fathers murderer,
 But what possible motive could there have been? He dismissed the one of robbery. His fathers pocket book had been intact. Black mail? There was nothing in hl' fathers life. he knew, 10 entertain the thought.
 Perhaps he reasoned Henry Rand had possessed secret that some body else feared him for. It wal possible At any rate the whol, thing the phone call to Henry Rand's office and the room in tn, Canficld Hotel was so obviously 1; trap.
 He was still puzzling over th, problem as he turned in on th' board walk in front Of the Rant home and opened the door. His sis fer Janet was standing in inc hall composed Janet, but with darl shadows beneath her eyes shadow that told Of sleoplessness. She hell Ian opened telegram in her hand.