The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-02-13
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happens that the window had beer
wiped clean. I'm afraid Borden.
murderer was q little too clever tC
leave Q calling card, McMann."
McMann scowled. "He-or She
may not have left . calling card, but
the pigeon did. Nice, obiiRinR bird
that black pigecn!"
i Il was then that Ruth Lester 70.
named "Satan." In horror and fear
she christened him Nemesis.
I'm afraid my stodgy, scientific
mind fails to follow your brilliant
deductions. McMann," DR.. NELSON
gibed mildly. "I1l play Watson to
your Sherlock. Just what do these
alleged footprints Of . pigeon in
blood tell you, my dear Holmes?"
McMann flushed with resentment
at the doctors mild raillery, but de-
cided to answer.
~ should think it ID obvious, Doc,
even to stodgy, scientific mind.
This window was open before and
after the murder, and possibly while
it was being committed. Certainly it
was open afterwards, or the pigeon
could not have flown into the room
and walked about in Borden's blood.
Also. Borden's body was alone in the
room when the pigeon entered, un-
less-by Ge6rge!"
"Please don't 60 mysterious on me,
Sherlock" DR.. Nelson begged. 81 as
sure you I'm al agog. Unless
what?
Sunless" McMann explained i'm
pressively, "the room was occupied
by someone the pigeon was not
afraid Otto whom it was accus-
tomed!"
On the last portentous word, the
detective swung about 80 that he
was facing Ruth Lester, who invol-
UNFAIRLY cried out, as if he had ac-
cused her then and there Of the MUIR
der.
Jack Hayward flung Q protecting
arm about the shoulders of the trem-
bling girl. "McMann, l resent the
insinuation you have made against
Miss Lester! l."
"Please, Jack!" Ruth begged. in a
panic Of fear rs to what his next
words might be. She turned to Nc
Mann then, her pale face lifted
bravely to meet any verbal blows
he might give her. 1.-THE pigeons are
accustomed to no one but me, Mr. Nc.
Mann, and ! was not in this room
when Mr.. Borden was shot, or after.
wards, until ! found him this morn
Ing"
I'm the next office, perhaps, with
the door open?" McMann shot ct
her.
mol" She was trembling no Ion
ger, was almost glad that his sus-
picions were directed against her,
rather than against Jack Hayward.
She knew she was innocent.
"Gees!" an awed voice broke the
tension. +,
McMann swerved instantly to the
red-headed elevator operator, who
regarding Ruth with curious mix
tQre Of awe, admiration and fear.
s"All right, Moran! Snap out Of it!
You've got to do q lot Of plain and
fancy remembering, my lad, it you
don't want to spend q night in Jail
to refresh your memory" McMann
snapped at the instantly terrified
boy. First, l want you to give me
the name of every person who used
your elevator after one o'clock Sat-
urday.
Micky Moran rumpled his red hair
IN despair. Gees! 'At's gonna be q
big order, boss. Nearly every tenant
and steno on this side of the building
beat it at one o'clock. Car was
jammed, boss, for two or three
trips"
"Give me as many names as you
cam" McMann ordered, seating HIM
self at Borden's desk, to make notes.
"Wait minute! You're getting
samples Of blood from those pigeon
footprints outside and inside, aren't
YOU, doc? And Ferber, you'd better
photograph 'em before the doc
scrapes EN- up. s. Now. Moran"
The boy drew q deep breath and
then ratified off q dozen names.
which McMann listed, with the num-
Der of the office to which each be-
longed. "Now, Moran, when did Miss
Lester leave? With the others at one
o'clock?"
The boy shot an apologetic glance
at the girl who was waiting, breath
drawn in, hands tightly locked over
Jack Hayward's rigid arm. mo, she
didn't get off till the rush was over.
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