The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-03-06
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LnOuXnt WHICH nc saw vs. IUScSucEs
| but he must have a suspicion that
II don't think he knows anything
about the ticket stub. Barry. think
that fell out of his pocket and he
didn't sec it. At any rate, it's suffi-
cient to make him hide. I'll
bet he's worried sick, wondering how
much know"
o, Yes a. and . = h. !. you came to know
"What does Mooney think about
it! About those letters I've been get
ting!"
he was going to find this H. A. Jones
person in Grafton. But he's pretty
sure, he says, that these threats
way with the murder. He thinks you
ought to leave town and 70 home.
Says If you don't he's going to frame
some kind Of charge against you and
come after you with warrant. He's
| worried about YOU"
Jimmy laughed. MONEYS man
| Of direct action-and Of originality.
No. Barry. I'm not going home until
| the puzzle is unravelcd. You
see. as long as stay here l seem TO
be source Of irritation to someone
who evidently knows q lot about the
murder. If 60 home. they may never
find him. but if stay the chances
arc this person will get little over
anxious and make u slip. Then we'll
! get him."
! "If you insist on staying" remark
| cd Barry drily, Someone's likely to
use you for target practice. Or per-
haps a knife between the ribs" He
went through the pantomimc of
dagger thrust.
That's . little far.fetchcd, Barry"
mo it isn't; not by long shot,"
the other persisted doggedly. IF you
| won't come home, then I'm going to
stay here a while and be your body
guard"
"How long shall you be in town."
"Oh. . few days. Then I'll have to
! run back to Grafton for q day. Then
I'm coming back here and inflict my
! self on you. Unless, Of course, you
listen to reason"
"Good. Make yourself at home.
I You can share this room with me. If
you like. IN have Mrs. King put in
cts not necessary. as far as I'm
| concerned"
"Nor for me. The old army took
lot Of finicky notions out Of our
heads, didn't it? by the way, while
you're here want you to meet this
Olga Maynard. Maybe after you see
her you'll agree with me that she's
all right now"
Barry was silent.
"Old doubling Thomas, eh?' Jimmy
laughed.
Give me a cigaret. Barry" Jimmy
said few minutes later. He shiv-
cred. Lord, I'm as nervous as an
old woman" :,
Il should think you would be-"
said Barry, lighting the cigaret for
him. "A sensible person would clear
out and go home"
"lt's this feeling Of being constant
~ watched, Barry. It's not the
threats. / think they arc = schoolboy
trick. But to be haunted by
the feeling that every move of mine
, is known to this--this someone, who
ever it is"
He clasped and unclaspcd his hands
! ncrv0usly. IF only he would come
out in the open. '.a'.~' Barry, have
you ever read about any of these
vendetta murdcrs?" He forced
smile. II feel as l imagine a-man
who has been marked as a vendetta
victim must feel. Not exactly,
you understand. 1t isn't fear,
actually
"h's a plain case Of nerves. jim"
Barry laid his hand ON the others
shoulder. "Comc home and take 4
rest. before you go to pieces. Maybe
/ that's just what these people arc try
ing to do--makc you q nervous
wreck"
"Oh, probably exaggeratc my
feelings. It's not that bad. / get
presentiments, you know. The
night was followed home and had
that mixup with Jensen, something
kept telling me that ! was being fol-
lowed. And tonight
He paused. tonight, on the short
walk from the street car here, kept
! imagining the same thing"
"Oh, Jim. 60 to bed. You need
sleep, that's all"
:! suppose SO. No reason to think
anybody was following me tonight.
nothing but patrol this block since
that other night"
Barry yswncd. "I'm ready for the
hay myself" He got to his feet and
stretched. ".By the way. Jim, arc you
polar bear or something's
! What do you mcan?'
well, when l came in the. room.
the window was open. 1t was, cold
as the devil. It's raw outside
| "That's funny" Jimmy strokcd his
chin thoughtfully. 1T wasn't open
when left. Maybe Mrs. King came
in to clean and wanted TO air the
room. Unusual, though, for her to
clean at night"
He laughed. "Maybc it's spooks.
Barry. Better"
His voice was drowned out in the
sudden sharn roar of sound that fol-
lowcd---a crashing pistol, shot, and
4 then the tinkling of breaking glass.
The bullet sang past Jimmy's head
and buried itself in the wall over the
head of the bed.
Jimmy dropped to the floor. my
God!" gaspcd Barry. "are you hit,
Jim?"
! mo. Get down, that's all. Quick!
Get down on. the floor
But there was no need. The sound
of scuffling feet came from the porch,
onto which the window opened. There
was dead silence for space, and then
the two Of them, white of face and
stunned, ran to the window together
and looked out into the night.