New Britain herald., 1929-03-21

| it appears, expected more for keep
 ing Borden out of jail on some Of his fake stock schemes. everything goes to the wife and kids-'' Nothing 10 Martha Mannin:'s s chitd y! Ruth interrupted. Not red." McMann answered I've just told you that mans will
 is good index to his character. He makes no provision for the child
 that Miss Manning claims is his l Maybe he has cause to question his
 paternity. but I doubt it. I'd stake
 my hope for promotion for solving this case on that woman's telling
 the truth-so far as the kid is con-
 cerned. at least"
 "1 agree with you.' Ruth said
 soherly. Did Mir, Borden leave a
 large "state?"
 "Abont a million and a quarter. according to Walters. though the 1 will simply says. More than $10.- i ooe.' The usual thing. you know 1 Me Mann answered. 'Of course
 asked Walters if Mrs Borden knew
 wealth or the disposition made of | it in his will and he answered no l to both questions She must have ! been pretty sure. however that ! whatever her husband had would 1 come 10 her and her children, but since Borden was giving them $500
 a month. Pm afraid we'll have tl look else" here for a motive that
 will hold water.'
 Mrs. Borden did not kill her husband" Ruth stated quietly.
 "ion seem pretty sure--oh. all i right. BirdWell. What is it ?' as his
 subordinate appeared in the door
 way.
 ! "Captain Foster on the wire. sir. l Wants to talk with you.' i Whil" McMann vas arguing ard
 eXpoStuIatinG with his immediate
 superior, who had evidently just 1 been heckled by his own superior ! Commissioner Weeks. Ruth sat star ing at the airshaft window. smiling strangely her chin resting on her | jnterlocked hands. McMann. glanc- i ing al her once or twice for ap | proVal Of the way he was stand | ing up 10 the police captain. saw 1 10 his amazement that she was not 1 even listening.
 1 Something dii rouse her out of | her smiling abstraction. however.
 It was the mournful. reproachful , call of the black pigeon, which was
 strutting up and down the broad i white ledge outside the airsha t l dismay at her own thoughtiessness | the girl jumped up and ran to the 1 outer office, to get the envelope
 which she had filled with bread crumbs from her own luncheon. But the hungry black pigeon had 10 wait d minute longer. for Ruth stopped
 to type one line and tear it. mar
 row ribbon, from the sheet of yei- 1 low paper. With her message.
 bread crumbs and length of black
 thread. shN hurried back into the private office. where McMann was l just replacing the receiver his
 face flushed with righteous indiena
 ton.
 1 Expect man to solve a mystery 1 like this in two shakes Of a lambs
 tail," he grumbled 10 the girl, then
 abandoned his sclf-defense 10 ask
 curiously: What are you doing there ?'
 Just feeding the pigeons" Ruth | laughed. Poor things! I've neg lected them shamefully. l hope the
 next tenant ,n this suite has a more hunIanita rian secretary
 Say. That's pretty sight" Me | Mann commented. as he strolIed 10 | the airshaft window. where the girl stood. laughing and cooine 10 l the flock of pigeons. which fought l greediiy for he crumbs she Was | sprinkling upon th" ledge. l "bh. you greedy thing she
 cried, as the black pigeon boldly