The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-03-01
THIS HAS HAPPENED

SOME HARRY" BORDEN. pro.
moter of dubious stock compan.
les. j. shot. On Monday morning
his secretary, RUTH LESTER,
finds his body sprawled beneath
the airshaft window of his mi.
vate office. McMANN, detective
sergeant. conducts the investiga.
ton in the office Of the victim.
The first suspect is MRS.
ELIZABETH RDEN. es.
tranged wife Of the dead man
and mother Of his two children.
who admits she called on him
Saturday afternoon for her
monthly alimony check, but in.
sists he was alive when she left
him. The next suspect is Ruth
Lester. She c0nfesses that Dor.
den annoyed her with his atten.
ti0ns on Saturday morning but
staunchly denies any knowledge
Of the crime.
JACK HAYWARD. Ruth's ri.
ance, is questioned next. His of.
flee Is directly across the mar.
row airshaft from Borden's pri.
vate office. He tries TO- explain
his return to the seventh floor
Saturday afternoon by saying he
left his and Ruth's matinee tick.
cts on his desk. Jacks guilt
seems emphasized by the testi-
mony of MICkY MORAN and
OTTO PFLUGER. elevator
boys, and BILL COWAN, friend.
who tells Of Jacks threatening
Borden's life when he saw Ruth
struggling with Borden in the
opposite office.
McMann sends for MINNIE
CASSIDY and LEFTY MIL.
LER. seventh floor scrubwom.
en-; BENNY SMITH, Borden's
office boy. and CLEO GILMAN.
Bordens discard e d mistress.
Meanwhile RITA DUBOIS.
night club dancer, admits q
weekend planned with Borden.
She confesses her call to the of.
flee Saturday afternoon to get
the torn half of $500 bill Bor-
den promised her. hut insists she
left him alive. McMann finds a
10.foot pole in Jacks office with
which the window across the
airshaft could be closed. ASHE.
B0rden's manservant. is shown
in. He has just said he believes
he knows who killed Borden.
low GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XVII
Detective Sergeant McMann be.
rayed no surprise or pleasure when
rank Ashe, Borden's manservant
lade his startling assertion, but
.uth Lester leaned forward tensely,
ne hand trembling against her
hroat.
$50 you think you know who killed
'orden. Ashe. Well. who was
~ McMann asked matter of fact
II don't know her name. sir. Int
do know he was in mortal terror Of
woman, sir" the valet answered
arnestly.
"Tell me what you know, Ashe,
nd make it snappy," McMann d.
::cted, with pencil poised over a pad
scratch paper.
well, SIR" the valet began. with
ffident eagerness, 'it happened on
hristmas Eve. Mr.. Borden was TO
g to big party at the Dancing
ear, with Miss Gilman. but to din
sr and the theater first"
with Miss Cleo Gilman 20" Nc.
~ know"
81 heard him talking with Miss
llman over the telephone about the
arty, sir" the valet answered read
Y. HE had had me call her num-
r, as he frequently did. Miss Gil
an was"-the man coughed apollo
stically -"Mr. Borden's lady friend
It'll recently, sir, until he took q
ncy to Miss Dubois, the dancer at
e Golden Slipper. sir"
"You didn't let much slip past YOU.
d you, Ashe?" McMann grinned.
Veil. I'm glad you didn't. Now
hat happened on Christmas Ever"
Mr.. Borden came home about six
clock to dress for dinner, and Mr..
alley was with him."
Jake Bailey" McMann cut in.
eyes, sir, Mr.. Jake Bailey. Mr..
,rden never said so, but I got the
ca that Mr.. Bailey was q sort of
dyguard to Mr.. Borden. I know
ut Mr.. Bailey carried a gun, for I