The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-03-13
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THIS HAS HAPPENED

No - 00o ~ III
THIS HAS HAPPENED
HANDSOME HARRY" BOR-
DEN is shot between one and
four Saturday afternoon, His
secretary, RUTH LESTER, finds
his body Monday morning,
sprawled beneath the airshaft
window Of his private office.
McN1ANN, detective sergeant,
questions the following suspeces:.
Ruth. MRS. BORDEN, Borders
cstranged wife, and mother Of his
two children; RITA DUBOIS,
night club dancer, with whom
Borden was infatuated; and
JACK HAYWARD, Ruth's fiance,
with office across the narrow air.
shaft from Bordcn's.
McNfann's belief In Jacks guilt
is strengthened by the testimony
Of elevator boys MlCKY MORAN
and OTTO PFLUGER, and Of
BILL COWAN, Jacks friend, who
says he heard Jack threaten Bor-
denis life Saturday morning. Nc
MANN sends q detective TO bring
In JAKE BAILEY, Borden's body
guard. Meanwhile he questions
BENNY SMITH, Borden's office
boy; ASHE, his manservant;
MINNIE CASSIDY and LEFTY
MILLER, seventh floor scrub
women.
A fresh scar in the wall out
side Jacks window and a flat
tened bullet found ON the cement
seven flights below the airshaft
window convince McMann B0r-
den fired in self defense at his
murderer who stood In Jacks
window! Minnie tells Ruth that
while she was cleaning B0rden's
office Saturday, she saw him take
an orchid tinted envelope from
small drawer In his desk.
Ruth at last finds the secret
drawer and she and McMann
read the six letters concealed
there. They arc from MARTHA
MANNING, an old sweetheart Of
Bcrden's. CLEO GILMAN, a for
mer friend of Borden's, is shown
In. When McMann asks where
she was Saturday afternoon, she
laughs in anticipation Of the sur
prise she is about to give him.
X X X
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XXXVII
"At two O'clock" Cleo Gilman an
llounced calmly, after a long draw at
a new cigaret, which, gather from
our unduly excited newspapers, was
approximately the hour when poor old
Harry was bumped off, I was in
Observation-Disclosures little town,
but rather slow, don't you Think
getting married."
Married." McMann exploded.
Il was afraid you'd take it like
that" Cleo sympathized. But bear
up, darling. The worst is yet to come.
was being married to-Arthur Dean
PendenniS the third-or is it the
fourth?"
young Pendennis, the multimil-
lionaire clubman?" McMann said
slowly, gazing with something like awe
at the voluptuous blond who was
smiling lazily at him.
"Fie, fie, Hawkshaw, you've been
reading the tabloids!" Cleo Gilman
Pendennis chided him.
IF you were married Saturday
how does it happen that you returned
to your apartment alone today?" Nc
Mann demanded specifically.
well, you see,'' Cleo smiled en-
chantingly, 'our marriage came as
quite a surprise-to Arty. myself
thought could manage it nicely, as
did. but I agreed with Arty that he'd
better hurry home and break the news
to mother-a rather terrible person.
his mother, understand. He's with
her now, having rough time of it.
I'm afraid-since the. papers some
how got hold of the fact that his
little Cleo was being sought to be
'grilled'-oh, those tabloids! They
are insidious, aren't they? Arty has
been trying to purify my English"
McMann drew a deep breath and
spread his hands In gesture of de.
feat. Sorry to have bothered you
Mrs. Pendennis. And I hope we car
hush things up SO as not to cause
you ANY serious trouble with your
"Oh, please don't trouble your dar.
ling old head about mel" Cleo quickly
interrupted, her smile brilliantly care.
free. Really, Hawkshaw-and 70,
can call me Cleo, now that we're sc
well acquainted-this is an awfully
lucky break for me. You see, I'd made
q sort Of general confession of-er-
naughtiness before Arty proposed tt
of those blanket confessions
that can cover multitude of sins anc
sinners, like Harry Borden, and hi
forgave all. But dear old Mrs. Pen.
dennis won't let her precious boy come
near me again, after she realizes thai
he has married one Of the 'womer
grilled in Borden rnurder'-which is,
repeat, q perfectly swell break FOL
little Cleo!"
* \ X
''You mean-you don't want to liy(
with your husband?" McMann starec
at her increduously.
How quick you are, Hawkshaw
Little Miss Lester here tumbled Il
minutes ago. but for a man you're moi
so dumb! OF course I don't want tt
live with Arty, He bores me. Woult
you believe it?-he quotes a couple
Of poets named sheats and Kelly BY
the yard, and for weeks I've had K
listen and say, "Oh, dar-r-hng! How
perfectly sweet! And how beautifully
you recite poetry! Arty, may add, *
that you will understand all, ha.
never been in q night club in hi
life and intends to leave half his for.
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