New Britain herald., 1926-02-05

ice,
 Mooney" he said. "l can't tel you how that ticket got ln lAe room because didn't 20 to tfe thcntcr that night, 1t might sound Ike q funny alibi to you, but ! swear l gave that ticket away Monday after noon."
 He paused. "All right" snapped Mooney. "who did you give 1t to-"
 "Mooney, gave that ticket to a woman%
 To Jimmy, who was listening in- tently. Fogartys words were like q blow in the face.
 No, Fogarty!" he cried "lt couldn't have been woman that did this!"
 Walt minute, Rand" Mooney ordered. Lets hear this thing through" He opened the wallet "This handkerchief" he said. "nts in some place, ., Go ahead, Fogar- ty"
 Fogarty cmptied his glass; his hand triflo unsteady. "Hcrq's all I know about it, Mooney" he con- tinued. Monday afternoon l hap pencd 10 be passing tho Paragon theater and l went in and got my ticket for the show that night, Ordi- narily l call for 1t in the evening just before the show starts, unless I'm ordering an extra seat,
 But I went in and got the ticket and looked around at the hillboards in tho lobby. 1t was a pretty good show, so they said--a musical com edy. It was n sellout
 Well. I came back to the hotel and something turned up--1ll tell you about it lator-that made it im- possible for me to go to the show, was thinking of turning in the ticket to the hotel porter when met this woman. Olga Maynord's her name. l got 10 know her when she was singing in Il cabaret in town here. l knew she was down on her luck-she'd lost a couple of cabaret jobs for some reason or other--and l asked her if she could use the ticket.
 She's a good singer herself. and nuts about the stage. . Got am bitions, l guess. Anyway she took the ticket That's the last saw Of her-and of the ticket, too, until you just showed it to me-"
 How well do you know this May hard woman?" asked Mooney.
 i've been out with her on q couple of parties. Not very well, I guess. l met her ill cabaret
 "Where is she working now?"
 "She isn't working At least she wasn't when talked with her Mon day"
 What's tho matter with her that she cant hold q job? You say she's a good singer"
 'I don't know, Mooney Maybe they got something on her. Maybe it's just tough breaks. don't know"
 "Is she crooked ?" asked Mooney. You know what l mean. IHogarty. Is she a gold digger?"
 "I cant tell you that either. Per sonally, I'd always thought she was q pretty square shooter. But she might have got mixed mp in some kind of scrapo or other. I'd be will ing to bank on her myself"
 Fogarty pulled d little black leather book from his pocket Ho thumbed it's pages and then held it open to the detective,
 Heres her phone number and her address" he said. He shifted un- comfortably on the bed. Mooney turned to Jimmy. wen get a cab and go up there, Rand. We won't call her up" He picked up the handkerchief, which lay on the chair with the stub. To 11og0rty he said, Gan you tell me whether this is the Maynard Noman's hand kerchiet?"
 Fogarty shook his head.
 Did she use this kind of per fumo?" Mooney persisted.
 Couldn't tell you, Mooney 'r'o- Garty barely glanced at the hand kerChief. He stared out of the window.
 'Fogarty," Moneys voice was sharp, like the crack of whip. you're holding back something! Out with it."
 Wait a minute, Mooney" It was Jimmy. "Fogarty, did she say any thing to you about going out of town 2"
 Fogarty did not answer He was staring out of the window, his brows knit in q frown.
 Come on, out with if. Fogarty," snapped Mooney. "Youro not out of the woods yet yourself. Fogarty turned 10 face him. "Yes, she did" he said. She said she was going to Grafton the next day to look for a job"
 (To Be Continucdl