Evening star., 1928-11-03

brief period Of reflection. Get busy
on that annulment case. Nine O'Clock in
Judge Woods court. And get a picture
of the mother and baby"
The tumult of the local room was in
full swing as Peter banged the door be-
hind him.
Whatever Mrs. Kane knew had
nothing to do with Barbara. If the
old lady really knew Something-Get
it? You bet he'd get it! If that dame
knew something that would let Barbara
out"
Peters enthusiasm for Mrs. Kane
would have aStonished that somewhat
unprepossessing person beyond meas
ure if she had been aware of it. 1t
mounted so rapidly that by the time
he reached the steps Of the city hall,
he was almost running, leaving the
camera man, dragging his black box
and tripod. to pant along behind him.
Capt. Davis. however, was unrespon-
sive to Peters carefully veiled eager
ness.
Nothing doing" he said decisively,
as Peter leaned over the edge of his
roll-top desk Wait till she's charged
If she ever is.
Maybe if 1 talked to her. she'd let
something slip" Peter suggested.
men have been talking to her all night.
She's about as likely to slip as the rock
of Gibraltar"
do you mind telling me (not for
publication) what you've got?"
Il don't mind telling you that we've
got nothing at ALL But that's not say
ing that there's nothing to get. She
knows more than she's telling, that's
certain; and we've got to sweat it out
OF her. So far the captain of in
spectors smiled grimly 'our men have
been doing most of the sweating.
guess you'll just have to wait, Peter.
Cavanaugh's going to have try
at her this morning. / don't think
much of these new-fangled psy-
Geological methods myself But there's
no denying the old bird has a way
with him. Camberwell got him in on
the case in the first place, and per-
suaded him to follow it through.
They're two cranks together. and thick
as thieves. But should worry, if they
deliver the goods"
Capt. Davis was we'll accustomed to
the persistence of reporters; moreover.
| though he had learned to hold firm
| against that persistence, he was not
averse to little chat with Peter. Some
what to his surprise. however, Peter
hunched himself upright and showed
no inclination TO linger in the captains
| Office. nor was there any sign of dis
appointment visible on his mobile
| countenance.
We'll, see you later" he remarked
with fine casualneSs, as he drifted out
into the hallway.
He did not, however. leave the city
hall Instead, he leaned against one of
the pillars at the side Of the entrance
door, looking very much like young
man with nothing to do and all day
| for the doing of it, Yet Peter had
strong hurch that he had never earned
his pay envelope more assuredly than
by the wasting of that hour.
| At last his vigil was rewarded, after
a period in which an elevator man.
uniformed policeman from the traffic
! bureau and two reporters from the
| press room had variously commented
on his low. breathy and monotonous
| minor whistle as something to be taken
| to the morgue. to be the equivalent
of an injured cat and banshee, and
to be deserving of 80 days in the
/ cooler
That whistle lapsed abruptly into
silence as tall figure mounted the
steps before him.
Good morning. Dr. Caganaugh,"
| Peter extended his hand with the en-
! gaging smile of small boy hoping for
a peppermint Il hope you remember
me?"
J CTo Be Continued