New Britain herald., 1926-02-05

others face.
 No" Fogarty shook his head. What's the game?" he asked angrily. Just this, Mr. Fogarty A man by the name of Henry Rand--this mans father here" indicating Jim- ny-"was killed in a hotel in Graf ton last Wednesday. The room was engaged Tuesday night by a man who gave the name of H. A. Jones of New York. That man, by the way had red hair" he said,
 What's this, a frame-up?" Fo- garty gave q comtcmptuous laugh You'll have to come closer than that"
 I'm not through yet" continued Mooney. Tn the room where the murder was committed they found woman's Handkerchief and the stub of a theater ticket. Here's the ticket, Fogarty." He extracted the stub from his wallet and tossed it on the chair in front of Fogarty. See is you recognize it." I> Jimmy watched the big man in- tently as he picked up the yellow ticket stub and examined it. By God" Fogarty exclaimed, fits my ticket. all right"
 In just that fleetng instant Jimmy told himself that his search was to 1 go beyond Fogarty. This man, he decided, was not the murderer Of his father. But undoubtedly he held the | key
 Mooney smiled as he held out his hand for sthe stub. Sure it's your ticket, Fogarty, And here's some thing else. That ticket was used last Monday night and the man who held 1t was in the Garfield Hotel in Grafton Tuesday night. Fogarty. you weren't in your room here Tues day night. Where were you?"
 Fogarty was sweating. He mopped his forehead with a huge handkcr- chief. "Tuesday night" he repeated "I know" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting, Tuesday night I was out playing poker with some of the boys In the Horseshoe Club The game didn't break up until nine in the morning. I stopped to get some thing to eat and then came back here and went to bed"
 wen check that story right now" said Mooney. Rand, look in the phone book for the Horseshoe Club and give them a ring. Who was with you?" he asked Fogarty.
 Tell him to ask for Alec Blaine. He lives at the club. If he isn't there one of the porters can tell you"
 Try and get hold of Blaine" Mooney nodded to Jimmy. who was at the phone.
 Jimmy had got his number. I'd like to speak to MT, Alec Blaine, please, if he's there" He turned to Mooney. Hes there. They're ring 1 ing his room."
 hclet lcl IllS ISIlh lU null. Mooney picked up the receiver. Hello, Hello-Mr. Blain? This is Phil Mooney talking-a friend of Tom Fogarty's, Toms in a little trouble. I want to know from you when was the last time you saw him. You did, eh? What night Oh yeah. When did the game break up?. . What am drivln' at? Ask Tom. hell tell you"
 He hung up the receiver. Your storys good as far as it goes. Fo- garty. although it'll take a lot more checking than that Now suppose you explain how that ticket got in that room."
 There was a knock at the door, Come" called Fogarty. A bell boy deposited a tray bearing ginger ale and cracked ice and departed
 Fogarty opened a bureau drawer and pulled out a bottle. Have a drink. Mr.-say what's your name, anyway"
 Mooney" answered the detective. No. don't drink"
 MT Randi" Fogarty turned to Jimmy. with a gesture of the hands toward the bottle.
 No thanks, not just now"
 Fogarty poured himself a stiff drink, mixing it with ginger ale and