The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-02-20
THIS HAS HAPPENED

"HANDSOME HARRY
BORDEN, promoter Of dubious
stock companies, is murdered
sometime between one and four
o'clock on Saturday afternoon.
His body is found sprawled be.
meath the airshaft window of his
private office Monday morning
by his secretary, RUTH Les
TER. Ruth is engaged to JACK
HAYWARD. whose office is
lust across the narrow airshaft
from Borden's.
Ruth knows Jact hates BOr.
den for his attempted familiar.
ity with her on Saturday morn
ing. Petrified with fear. she re-
calls Jacks strange behavior Of
Saturday afternoon.
Fearing Jack shot Borden
across the airshaft. Ruth goes
to close the window above the
BODY. It is already closed! IA.
McMANN, police detective,
learns from the elevator boys
that early Saturday afternoon
passengers to the seventh floor
were BENNY SMITH. Borden's
office boy; MRS. BORDEN, his
wife and mother of his two chill
dren. who called for her month
" alimony check: RITA d.
BOTS, night club dancer, and
Jack Hayward.
McMann first accuses Mrs.
Borden. When he finds foot
prints of a pigeon in dried blood
he says the lob" was done from
the inside and turns suspicious
ly to Ruth.
Jack admits the office across
the airshaft is his and explains
his return Saturday afternoon
by saying he left theater tickets
on his desk.
BILL COWAN. real estate
man and friend Of Jacks, under
questioning tells of hearing
Jack matter threats against
Borden Saturday morning when
he saw the promoter in the op.
posite office attempt familiar
ity with Ruth. He also tells of
telephoning Jack Saturday aft
ernoon and being plugged in on
busy line and of hearing Bor-
den quarreling violently. Jack
denies the conversation with
Borden but McMann pointblank
accuses him of Borden's MUIR
der. They are interrupted by the
entrance of PHILLIPS, the
waiter, who served Ruth and
Jack at luncheon Saturday.
X X X 4.
low GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XIX
"Just minute, Birdwell," Nc
lam answered, then turned to tn
cal estate man, Bill Cowan, VIII
vas obviously eager to escape
Cowan, I'm inclined to let you g
n about your business and not hol,
'ou as a material witness, if 20,
i've me your promise not to tai
With anyone-reporters, your wife
Inyone else-about this case, an
viii promise further not to leav
own, but hold yourself available TO
urther questioning"
Cowan gave both promises wit
lmost ludicrous alacrity and bolt
d, after another apologize grip o
ack Hayward's hand. The waiter
Philips, was ushered ina small
eat, middle-aged man in a well
rushed black overcoat, snugly but
oned over his walters uniform.
After preliminary questions as t,
is name, place of residence and oc
upation, McMann asked: ever Sc
his couple before, Phillips ?"
Meek brown eyes studied Rutl
ester and Jack Hayward conscien
iously. EYES,. sir. They lunched a
ne Of my tables in the Chester din
ng room Saturday"
"At what time?"
The waiter shrugged slightly an
miled apologetically. "That l coul
ot say, sir. After the 1890 to 1:3
ush, sir, / should say"
did you notice them particular
y, Phillips +? Anything at all to fl,
his couple in your mind?" McManl
SWELL, sir, there were seyera
hings," the waiter began depiScat
ngly, II thought it odd that I'll
'oung lady wouldn't take her FL
oat off, sir. as the dining room j
ute warm"
II didn't take my coat off becaus
was chilled-felt as if were tax