The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-02-11
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>. CHAPTER XIV

OIga Maynard stared unSeeingly
at the handkerchief O'Day held in
his hand. She was silent.
"WhO was the man." O'Day re.
pcated.
II don't know" She lifted he,
arms helplessly and let them drop.
what do you mean, you don't
know who it was?" O'Day began
angrily.
you"
"Just what l said" she said re.
signedly. II don't know who it was
never saw him before that night
"You expect me to believe that p
The lieutenant had risen to his feet
He was bending over her menacingly
look here--either you're lying when
you say YOU weren't in the Garfield
Hotel or you're lying when you say
you don't know who this man was.
Which is it,"
II told youi would sound like a
weak alibi. know you'd think
was lying. If you'll listen I'll cx-
plain. You still won't believe me,
guess, but every words true. !
swear it is"
go ahead. Miss Maynardc en-
couraged Jimmy. We're listening"
"You probably get the idea from
the lieutenant, Mr.. Rand" she said,
that I'm not IA very nice woman.
All right, maybe I'm not, according
to your way Of thinking. The man
went out with that night spoke to
me in the lobby of the Paragon The
ater as was coming out. He pick
ed me up, if you want to put it that
way"
She looked appealingly at Jimmy.
He nodded his head. Go on" he
said.
maybe you've never been broke
and lonesome and out Of Job" she
continued, half to herself. 1T isn't
= very nice feeling.
"When he asked me to 90 some
place where we could eat and dance,
went with him. He had a bottle of
liquor with him. and he got drunk.
He tried to make me drink and
wouldn't. That's why he got mad.
never drink unless | know who I'm
with. He said few things to me
that didn't like, so l got my pocket
hook from him and went home. Is. {.
That's all there is TO it," she fin
ished.
"A fine story" scoffed Lieutenant
O'Day. II suppose you'll say next
that you don't know what he looked
like. D'y0u suppose you could tell
us that, or did you forget that. too ?"
II remember what he looked like,
all right. I'm not apt TO forget that.
He was q big mana regular giant
with long arms and big, freckled
hands. l was afraid of him when he
got to drinking."
"What kind Of hair did he have ?"
Jimmy asked.
"Red hair. Light red. It was cut
short at the sides. Just long enough
on top to part it."
Lieutenant" said Jimmy. ~
think she's telling the truth. That's
the description the hotel clerk gave
of the man who registered as H. A.
Jones Of New York. He said the man
had his hat on--pulled down over his
eyes so he couldn't see much Of his
face. But he described him as = big
man with close-cut red hair. He said
he had rather large eyes. Did you
notice, Miss Maynard?'
eyes. He did"
"Ill be darned IL know what to
do" said O'Day. eve can't let her
go here, even If we wanted TO. We're
holding her for the police in Graf
ton. I'll telegraph Mooney"
"What do you suppose they'll do :"
Jimmy asked. Olga Maynard was
sitting dejectedly, holding her head
in her hands.
"They'll fix it so she can't get
away until they find this man she's
talking about. They've got enough
to go before the grand jry and get
an indictment for murder. suppose
that's what Mooney will try TO- do"
'"Do you mean theyll-they'll
charge me with murder?" She
raised her head and gazcd 1t the po-
lice officer, dull hopelessness in her
eyes.
O'Day looked at Jimmy when he
answered. They'll want to be able
to put their hands on her whenever
they want to. We're holding her on
suspicion. First degree murders un-
bailable. If/the grand jury indicts
her, they'll be able to keep her in
Jail"