The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-03-13
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while and heard them mention
your name. Late that afternoon you
were discharged. I'm sure that's
what they were talking about. The
reason ! wrote to you is that saw
The same man today, riding in an
automobile
Barry raised his head from the
letter. "There you arc--framcd. all
right. The bozo who is so anxious
for you to clear out is trying to
make it easier for YOU"
don't talk about it," said Jim
my: "1'm weary Of it and I'm go
ing to sleep"
Barry left for Grafton the next
morning. taking with him the ring
and promising to be back as soon as
possible.
"You need bodyguard. you
chump." was his parting shot at
Jimmy.
Left to himself, Jimmy rctreated
to the quiet of his room and there
sat down with valiant resolve to APP
ply his mental machinery to the for
mutation Of some plan which might
lead him to the root Of the mystery.
Fogarty. Jensen, Divis, Olga May
nard. O'Day, Thaddcus Rand--thc
images conjurcd by these names
floatcd mistily before his eyes, and.
disappearing again. left him cropping
vaguely in an attempt to rationalize
the strange procession Of events.
That evening found him with Lieu
tenant O'Day at police headquarters.
"Did Thaddcus Rand have any
brothers or sistcrs?" he asked.
O'Day sat and pondercd. I'm
not sure" he said finally. "Thcrc
was some talk or rumor that he had
sister. but it's been too long to
remember. l sort Of think there was
q sister"
Jimmy said: Barry Colvin
brought ring when he came here.
1t has the name Marie in it and my
fathers initials on it. 1t was Marie
Real, Of course"
"Morc than likely" asscntcd
O'Day. "but does it mean anything!
Nothing. except that I'm going
to run it down if l can. I'm sure
that the motive for my fathers muir.
der comes somewhere from out OF
his past. That's why it's worth in
vestigating"
h He reached for his hat. If there
were any way Of tracing my grand
fathcr--if he did have any sister that
might be able to tell US sOmething;
or that might help US clear up this.
this fog-thcn we might get some
where"
"You can never tell. Rand. Maybe
someone who loved Marie Real and
was jealous Of your father
Hardly. She would be as old as
my father now. 1t would be wait
inp q long time for revenge"
"But people are strange. Some
times they 40 wait for the right
chance--somc of them"
He felt certain. as he threaded his
way home. that old Thaddeus Rand
somehow held the key to this bat-
fling mystery. -,
Perhaps old Thaddcus was dead,
and. If so. the secret might be locked
with him in his grave. Perhaps
Marie Real, if she were still alive,
could point the way. -.
lie reflected that this thing that
had happened to Henry Rand could
have happened to few men. Iherc
were very few about whom so III
tic was known--cven by their own
families. Henry Rand himself. ne
admitted, was nearly as much OF
mystery as his murder.
Pleasurc-bound crowds. headed 1or
an evening at the thcatcr. or some
other form Of amusement, JostlcA
him as he walked hccdicssly on. 80.
Mary Lowell out Of his thoughts.
hut despite himself she filled them
and his attempts to decide on . p's"
Of action were futile.
Back in his room. he flung open
his window and, needless of the cold'
he sat gazing at the distant lights;
Electric signs. blorks away. INK.
cred and danced as they conveyed
their sales messages to q puDl,c
whose pocketbook responded to ad-
vertisinr as to no other thing.
An illuminated billboard, not so TAR
away. proclaimed the virtues OF
certain brand of automobile. He
studied it and grew cold.
He heard tho gentle jccring OF
Barry Colvin's laughter >in his ears
and missed his amiablc companion
ship, and his continual banter.
The sign had faded. Instead, he saw
Mary Lowel's eyes. and the loneli-
ness that filled him was almost more
than he could endure.
How long he had sat there he did
not know, but the ringing VI tHe
telephone bell downstairs aroused
him with a sudden start
Mrs. King had gone to bed. he
waited. debating whether to go
downstairs and take the message:
and decided to let it ring. -. Still
he reflected. it might be for him,
Better 60 down.
Unwillingly. he pulled himself to-
| gcthcr and started slowly down the
| stairs.
He lifted the receiver, said, lazily:
"Hcllo."
"Jlm! Is that you?" 1t was Olga
Maynard's voice, tense, strained.
I Eyes" Alarmed at her tone, he
said: sWhat's the matter"
"Thank God you're thcrc!" Her
voice came over the wire in hoarse
| whisper. GIVE found Jensen. He's
in house across the street. Come
quick-oh!"
A sudden, gasping cry-theH ST.
lcncc.
He called franticaAy into the
phone. "Olga! Olga!"
J But the echoes of his own voice,
sounding strangely in the dark,
empty hallway, were his only an
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