The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-03-20
THIS HAS HAPPENED

THIS HAS HAPPENED
HANDSOME HARRY" BOR-
DEN Is shot between one and
four o'clock Saturday afternoon.
RUTH LESTER, his secretary.
finds his body Monday morning
sprawled beneath the window of
his private office.
McMANN, detective sergeant,
questions the following suspects:
MRS. BORDEN, Borden's cs-
tranged wife and mother of his
two children; RITA DUBOIS,
night club dancer, with whom
Borden was infatuated; and
JAG X WARD, Ruth's
fiancc, whose office is across the
narrow airshaft from Bordcn's.
McMann's belief in Jacks guilt
is strengthened by his discovery
that Jacks Colts So is missing;
by Jacks own admission that he
returned to the seventh floor Sat-
urday afternoon, and by the tcs-
timony of elevator boys MICKY
MORAN and OTTO PFLUGER.
BILL COWAN, Jacks friend, un-
willingly tells McMann he heard
Jack threaten Borden's life Sat-
urday morning.
McMann questions BENNY
SMITH, Borden's office boy;
ASHE. his manservant; MINNIE
CASSIDY and LEFTY MILLER,
seventh floor scrubwomen, and
CLEO GILMAN, Borden's dis
carded mistress, and JAKE
BAILEY, his bodyguard.
MARTIAL MANNING is brought
into the case by Ruth's clever de-
tcctivc work. She swears she last
saw Borden Friday night but adj
mits phoning him three times
Saturday afternoon. When Nc
Mann pointblank accuses her of
the murder she defies him to
bring forward anyone who saw
her in the building Saturday.
Benny Smith bursts in upon them
and Historically confcsscs to tho
murder. His confession is full of
l0opholes and they realize he is
trying to shield Ruth, who he be-
licvcS Is to be arrested.
X X X
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XLIII
"Well, darling" Ruth said, after
le and Jack Hayward had deposited
Chilly burdened trays upon a table
a. far corner of the cafeteria, "this
IS been a busy morning! Net result
confession!"
"What!" Relief flared in the young
surance brokers' eyes. why didn't
III tell me as soon as we met?'
Contrition sobered Ruth's vivid lit.
face. Forgive me, darling! I've
Used your hopes, just to dash them
was just Benny-lying like thu
arling little idiot that he is. be.
use he thought McMann was goine
arrest me! I'll read you his whole
onfession'-I took it down in short
and. at McMann's request-wher
We transcribed it. OF course Benn,
as half delirious with fever, but III
ever have a nobler compliment paie
e." ~
you're a siren and a cradle
Jack told her severely. It..
good thing I'm going to marry yor
Id withdraw you from circulation
ny other developments this morn.
90"
Smiling delightedly, the girl tolc
# sweetheart of Cleo Gillnan'ssstim.
ating visit and its 1udicrous effec,
bon dour old McMann. II really
'lieve, Jack" she concluded, that ii
leo hadn't just married one of the
ost uppity of the Upper Ten, that
lr detective departments shining
yht would have tried to date her up
e may do it yet. But I wasn't max.
6 any idle boast last night when
i'd was going to take charge ol
le murder investigation this morn.
g." And then she told him of hel
sit to Mrs. Borden and to Minnie
assidy, resulting in the discovery o.
le chid-tinted letter in the secret
aver of Borden'S desk.
Good work." Jack applauded duti'
lily, but Ruth was quick to see thai
shadow settled in the eyes shs
we'd. He acknowledged the shadow
: adding, hesitatingly: But I CAM
Zip feeling sorry, sweet, that pool
artha Manning has to be dragged
to this. I'm sure she didn't kill
orden, and-well, there's something
,out that woman that gets you"
\ = +
Jake Bailey. another of our morn.
g callers, puts it little differently,
nth retorted. HE says Miss Man.
ng got Borden, but he doesn't
can exactly what you do. :. I'm
rry, dear! I understand how you
Ell, for I've been feeling like a mali.
ous meddling little beast myself
er since she told her whole, pitiful
agic story"
Don't feel too badly" Jack urged
his hand closing over hers
yhtly. "McMann would have got or
r trail within q few hours anyhow