New Britain herald., 1929-03-21
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 "And what did Mir. McMann say to that?" Ruth asked, smiling cheer fully.
 "Oh. this and that" Birdwell told her> wearily. but the eist of it was that he guessed your sweetic. Hay ward. would have to be the goat. Thought, I'd tip you off"
 Thanks awfuIly. Mr. RirdWcll," Ruth replied. but to the detectiv. s obvious amazement her smile was not whit less cheerful. 'Is Com- missioner Weeks still with Mr. Nc. Mann"
 No. he's toddled on off tn brighten up another dark corner" BirdWell Grinned, but Horden's lawyer - la-dc-da chappie. with a cane and spats and everything - dropped in a few minutes ago to lend a helping hand McMann phoned him to bring in Handsome Harry's' will. But if you want to see the chief I'll call him out for you
 No. I've got job to do that's going to keep me very busy indeed for the next few minutes" Ruth answered, as she sat down to her desk and took the cover from the typewriter that had stood idle sine" the abrupt termination of her career as private secretary to 1 Handsome Harry Borden. For a few minutes. however, her hands lay inert on the keys. and her brows were knit in mighty froNn of concentrations. Then. with an exc amation Of excited triumph she quickly rolled a sheet of yellow paper into the machine and began tC type with furious haste.
 As page after page was filled with her flawlcss typing. Bird dwell looked on with growing interest. when he was not engaged in answering tole- phone calls from police headquar- ters.
 What are you writing-a serial story"'' he asked at last. unable to restrain his curiosity.
 I'm afraid it does sound a lot like fiction Of the old fashioned penny-drcadful kind" Ruth laughed without halting her flying fingers.
 She had just drawn the last sheet from her typewriter with an eX- cited, trium phant ''There." when the door between the two offices opened and the detective sergeant followed closely by a dapper little man. who had evidently used a cer- tain famous mayor as his sar1oriaI guide. emerged, exchanging fare well courtesies.
 "Whew. That guys so polite he makes me want to kick him in the seat of his pearl gray pants to see if he'd say, Thank you my dear Mir McMann. Thank you" the detec- tive sergeant growled when the lawyer had bowed and smiled him. But I'm glad he came. anyway Come on in, Miss Lester. and I'll tell you all about it."
 Before obeying. Ruth Lester gath cred up the four typed sheets O what Birdwcll had called serial story" and folded them into a small square which she tucked away safely in the pocket of the brown velveteen frock she was wearing.
 "A mans will is a pretty good in- deX to his character" McMann be- gan, after he and Ruth had seated themselves opposite each other at the dead mans desk. And more times than not, when rich man s been murdered. his will is the po- lice's best bet in looking for mo- tive. tried to get hold Of Attorney Walters yesterday. of course. but he was out of lown-didn't get back till noon today"
 And did you find a motive 2" Ruth asked eagerly.
 Not unless We want to believe that Mrs. Borden got inpatient" McMann said. slowly. outside Of q few thousands 10 his lawyer. who.