The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-01-30
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Mr.. Rand. hut If he was anything like
his son know he must ha1c been
man worth knowing.
away. when nc turned away from
the window, he gased steadily into
the other mans eyes. He said, SIM
III / ever. find the. man who. did
that thing, / am going to kill hi
He spoke slowly, quietly, but with
.These things hurt. Of course, Mr..
Rand, but would try to forget that
part of it If l were you. Atter. aai,
YOU know, the law handles those
my" "rhe ii law. shot back Jimmy,
..would give my fathers murderer
q chance. don't propose to. I.
would give him no more chance than
nc gave my father. I'D shoot him in
the back. wouldn't be satisfied
with Just killing him. I'D murder
him. You understand? I'D
murder him."
.Oh. we'll" The coroner shrugged
his shoulders. you're young yet,
Mr. Rand"
II was q years old yesterday;
said Jimmy, "but I'm considerably
more than . day older today.
Psor Dad. Why. we were down
at his office today and they said he
was right at his desk yesterday until
two o'clock in the afternoon. His
stenographcr said he got . phone
call about two and left, the office
Immediately aftcrward."
"Did they know who pfroned him."
"No, Miss Fry-that's his stcnog-
raphcr-said he seemed little pate
and she thought he might be going
out for walk in the fresh AIT. ne
didn't say where he was going
said he expected to be back in an
hour or two" :,
Sand you think that's The call that
lurcd him to his death :"
"No doubt about it in my mInd.
Probably whoever called did SO from
a pay station and met him IN front
Of the Garfield Hotel" -.
"But the day clerk-he said ne,
didn't see YOUR father come in"
"No reason why he should. In the
first place. he isn't behind the desk
all the time. And there's stairway
right off the entrance that anybody
can 20 up without being seen from
where the clerk usually stands"
Jimmy picked up his hat. well.
I'm going home. .,. There's the
funeral tomorrow, and million
things to be DONE"
"How is your mother taking it!'
asked the coroner.
"Pretty badly. She's in bed. We've
had the doctor. With my sister it's
different. She's stood up under 1t
better than most men would
"Therc'il be police at the funeral
tomorrow, of course in piaan
clothes. They always make it u
point, on the wild bunch, you know,
that they'll find some known crook
or thug around that they can Qucs-
ton. It's known fact, that tho
ordinary run of murderer has a
morbid curiosity in everything in
any way related to his crime.
More than one has been picked up
at his victims funeral. might be
there myself, Mr.. Rand-if you don't
mind"
"Of course not, Coroner. You've
been kind. g. Everybody has
very kind. Goodby.'
On the way home Jimmy pondered
until his head ached over the possi-
BILE identity of the man who had
registered as H. A. Jones.
This man, he was satisfied, was his
fathers murderer.
But what possible motive could
there have been? He dismissed the
ono Of ROBBERY. His fathers pocket
book had been intact. Black
mail? There was nothing in his
fathers life, he knew, to entertain
the thought.
Perhaps, he reasoned. Henry Rand
had possessed q secret that some
body else feared him for. 1t was
possible. At any rate the whole
thing, the phone call to Henry Rand's
office and the room in the Garfield
Hotel was so obviously trap. ~.
l. He was still puzzling over the
problem as he turned in on the
board walk in front of the Rand home
and opened the door. His sister
Janet was standing in the hall. q
composed Janet, but with dark shad-
ows beneath her eyes, shadows that
told Of sleeplessness. She held an
opened telegram in her hand. !.
"What does sit mean, Jimmy
She held it out to him.
He read it: print tickets for sew
cral Paragon Theaters. However.
Paragon 1heatcr in Mansfield, only
one using yellow stock. Budd O.
Halter"
ut Means" said Jimmy, pocket
ing the telegram, "that I'm leaving
for Mansfield tomorrow night"
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