Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-06-12

terms when OByrne- in his rage
against Magnan became pale.
Inspector Garrow resumed his pac-
ing. At last, standing again before
the map, he said over his shoulder:
'Have Jorgenson come up.
Jorgenson was the pistol expert. He
entered presently thin, raw-bOned
Swede. Then, after few minutes, a
detective arrived bearing a small par
eel which he handed to Garrow.
Look it over, Jorgenson."
The pistol expert unwrapped the
automatic, gazed at it studiously for
moment. about five years old" he
announced. Next the tore off square
of white paper, fitted glass to one
eye, and went to the window. With
the white paper rejecting sunlight
through the open gun, he peered down
into the barrel. Three pairs of eyes
fastened themselves on him.
Hasn't been shot in several months
at least" he said.
The inspector end Forester appeared
to sag a little, as though in relief.
Coakley jumped.
Wash the barrel out and make a
chemical examination, Jorgenson. We
want to be sure"
Eyes, sir"
That's ALL" said Garrow. Report
as soon as you can.
He left them abruptly, went to the
room where Dirk O'Byrne was de-
tanned
"Well, O'Byrne, how's everything
been in Chicago lately?" he asked.
$3.50, inspector. Pretty quiet"
Flows the health been?" He sent
the curtains rolling to the top, letting
in the full glare of the morning sun.
"Not so good" answered OByrne
Been laid up with grip.
Inspector Garrow had moved close
to him, scrutinizing his face.
''You ought to get more exercise
out in the open"
O'Byrne laughed Fat chance
Fresh air an me don't agree.
"I'n be through with you after a
while" said Garrow. He made quick
about face and departed, with O'Byrne
gazing after him wonderingly. Police
| officials weren't usually sollc1tous
about his health. More often they had
an enthusiastic interest in his demise
Inspector Garrow headed straight
for his office, took up his hat and coat
''Sit on things until l get back, he
| ordered Coakley. I'll be gone a
couple of hours. Examine the othef
witnesses, but don't talk with O'Byrne
or the girl And-get this!-l want
man sent out to find the Pullman con-
ductor on this mornings metropolitan.
/ want to find out from hlm wnere
Dirk O'Byrne boarded the train
But, inspector, he was seen at the
station in Chicago" protested Coakley.
"Sure--I know about that. But put
the best man you've got on the job.
See you later"
outside he boarded police depart
ment car and lighted cigar.
go on out to Mineola-to the flying
field" he ordered the driver. ana
make it snappy"
X y y
TT was nearly 4 o'clock in the after
noon when Inspector GarroW re-
turned, accompanied by a young man
dressed in khaki breeches, puttees and
a leather jacket. He made sure first
that the coast was clear and the office
empty of all but Coakley and Forester,
who were still at the desk, Tuning in
a cloud of smoke.
"Shake hands with Ted Hanley." said
the inspector. 'Hanley's an alrplane
pilot." When introductions were COM
pletsd. he took the younger man by
the arm. "I want you to stand over
here. Hanley." he explained, and led
him to a spot behind the door. Now
I want O'Byrne brought in. And
want two men with him-to handle
him. Get me? Has that man you
sent out to find the Pullman conductor
reported YETI"
mo. not vet. I sent Miller"
The orders were given and the three
officials took their places at the desk.
A minute passed. then the door opened
and Dirk O'Byrne entered, with two
men behind him.
Friend of yours here to see you'
Dirk" said Inspector Garrow.
O'Byrne turned slowly, caught sight
of Ted Hanley. His head went back
as though an uppercut had been
driven to his chin; the two men caught
his arms, held him through an erup-
tive effort to free himself.
you've seen this man before?" In
spector Garrow asked the pilot
Yes"
'Cnder what circumstances"
"He came to the field / fly from
lust outside of Chicago-three days
ago, and arranged, to make flight to
New eYork. He said he was putting
through a business deal. a consolida-
ton, and that he'd have to do some
fast moving. We left Chicago yester-
day morning about II o'clock. stopped
a few minutes at Cleveland for gas,
and then came on to New York. We
landed on Long Island last night, and
I waited for him while he went into
the city"
About what time was it when you
landed?"
Between 10 and H."
"And he returned at what time?"
Must have been about this morn
ing" answered the pilot. 1--WE started
off again-this time for Philadelphia.
AS we went over the Hudson, l saw
him drop something overheard. 1t
looked like a gun. but ! wasn't sure.
Anyhow, 1t made me suspicious. We
landed at Bustleton-at the old Air
Mail field. right outside Of Philly--and
he paid me off. got $500 for the job.
was supposed to go on back to Chi |
cago, but the weather looked sort of
rotten, so hoped back to New York |
instead
There was a moment of silence.
well, O'Byrne." said the inspector. |
your numbers up. What have you |
got to say for yourself?"
O'Byrne's steady glare shifted from |
Ted Hanley'S face. Got nothing to |
say" he growled. II want to see q
lawyer"