The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-03-18
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
NYIA nr1NE,o VII

blazing eyes swept dramatically from
Jake Bailey to himself.
THE stairway door, Mr.. Bailey, if
you don't happen to have noticed.
Martha Manning began quietly, lis
next to the elevator. AS you waited
for the elevator to take you down,
had ample time to note-With some
amusement-your taste In shirts and
cravats."
rs that SOP" Jake Bailey snarled.
whats wrong with 'em?" and he
looked down at the blue and white
striped shirt and plain black neck
tie he was wearing at the moment
the latter obviously tribute to his
dead employer.
"Nothing-with those you have or"
Martha Manning smiled. But Fri
day night you were wearing shirt
with broad purple stripes and bright
red cravat. The color combination
WIS rather noisy"
Were you wearing such shirt
and tie on Friday night, Bailey?" Nc
Mann demanded.
"Well-what if Was?" Bailey re-
torted.
Il suppose you yourself have an
alibi for Saturday, Bailey?" McMann
changed tactics suddenly.
"Alibi? What tell do I need with
an alibi?" Jake spluttered. II left
town Friday night at 9:24-went to
visit my folks up near Newtown. They
live on a farm, and guess at least
10 people can tell you that Jake
Bailey, the famous prize fighter. was
spending Saturday, Sunday and Mon
day with his family. I'd a-beat IL
home sooner, but I didn't see city
paper till this morning, and then
took the first train"
Just give me the names of a few
of those 10 people," McMann sug-
gested, and Jake Bailey prompt,
obliged.
You can 60 now, jake" McMann
said, when that formality was con-
cluded, "but don't leave town. Where
are you going to live, now that Bor-
den is dead?"
Back to the Mills Hotel for Jake
I guess" the ex-pugilist admitted
ruefully. Sure, I'll keep in touch
with you. Cap" he added with his
former geniality. Then "And say
Cap. don't let this dame pull the
wool over your eyes. Take tip from
Jake Bailey-she got Harry!"
X X *
When the man had staggered out
Of the office, McMann gave an order
to Detective Birdwell: Bring in Rita
Dubois. She's in Covey's charge down
the hail."
Then, returning to his desk and his
inquisition of Martha Manning, he
asked the question which Ruth had
been expecting him to ask for thu
last hour: Miss Manning, where
were you on Saturday afternoon?
You've said your work at the SWITCH
board keeps you only till half-past II
each morning. Account for your time
after that, please"
II did what do every afternoon
Miss Manning answered calmly
though Ruth saw that again the thin
hands were twisting nervously In liel
lap. "I-walked. My doctors orders
are that / spend at least half the day
In the open air. He says 1t is m,
only chance to conquer the-lune
condition" Again her voice and man.
ner made 1t clear that she was moi
asking or wanting sympathy.
McMann tapped on the edge o.
Borden's desk with his pencil. Then
IT remember correctly-and thinl
l do Saturday was very cold ant
windy day"
But the sun was shining" Mis-
Manning reminded him quickly.
where did you walk? And hov
long?"
! Il had lunch first-milk and fruit
and rolls-in my room at the AcrOp
oils, and then ! walked the street
until about half past one, when wen
into q drug store to telephone to Nj
Borden"
(Which drug store?" McManl
caught her up sharply.
1 Promptly she gave the name OF on
or the busiest drug stores In tn
downtown district.
And talked with Borden?" Nc
Mann suggested. with an effect Q
casualness.
EMO" Martha Manning smile
slightly. "A woman with an Iris
brOguc answered the phone. Said sh
| was the cleaning lady, that Mr.. Bor
den had just stepped out for nlinut
hut would Be right back, and pleel