The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-02-23

| "You sure of that? Sure she was.
mt the woman who called him Sat.
urday morning and wouldn't leave
her name" McMann pfodded.
"No. The voice was not the same
ct ALL" Ruth replied unhesitatingly
1.-THE woman who called Saturday
morning had 4 beautiful, throaty
contralto voice. Miss Gilman's is .
little nasal and quite high-pitched."
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McMann reached for the extension
| Of the telephone which he had had
hooked up with police headquarters
Hello! That you, Captain? McMann
speaking. Have q good man sent out
to bring in Cleo Gilman. Yes-that's
right. One Of Borden's lady friends
that he broke with about three weeks
ago. Telephone number, Wayne 340O
-. Yes. -. Too much rather
than too little. got enough suspects
to fill . jail No, I'm not max
ing any arrests yet.
whats that? The boys didn't
find . gun in either place?
Well. didn't think they would.
b. the way, Captain, any report on
Borden's man servant, Ashe, yet?
told Birdwell an hour ago to have
him brought here. Not at Dor.
den's apartment, Ell? Well, / want
him brought here as soon Is he
shows up. =: Yes, here. I'm max
ing these offices my headquarters for
today, at least. Yes, she's lot Of
help to me, and I don't want to drag
her down to headquarters if I can
help it," McMann nodded and smiled
at Ruth, to indicate that he was re-
ferring to her.
"Mrs. Borden? sent her home at
noon. She has a sick child. No, no
danger of her blowing. Oh, sure,
she's still in the picture. O'Brien's
keeping an eye on her. All right,
Captain. See you soon," and McMann
hung up the receiver just as Bird
well opened the door between the
two offices.
Detective Clay and Rita Dubois,
sir"
"Good! Show Rita in. I'll speak
to Clay out there" McMann direct
ed, as he rose from Borden's desk.
"Shall ] leave the room, Mr.. Nc
Mann :" Ruth asked, but so wistful-
ly that the stern-faced detective
smiled again, with something like
paternal fondness.
II should say not! I'm counting on
your help" he doomed, and bolted
from the room before she could
thank him.
A minute later the door opened to
admit Rita Dubois. The dancers
black eyes looked enormous in the
thin, exotically beautiful face, but
there was nonchalant smile on the
wildly rouged lips:
"Well, we'll! We meet again, darl-
ing" she drawled, rs she swayed,
gloved hand on a slim hip, toward
Ruth Lester. II see you've shed the
horn-rimmed spectacles, along with
the rest Of your sacred bunny dis
guise, and believe me, you're riot"
She had come quite close, and
suddenly her voice dropped to q
whisper: listen, infant! Slip me a
tip, won't you? Does that big stiff
OF detective know was here Sat-
urday afternoon? Is that why he
sent . dick out to drag me in?"
Ruth smiled, felt again that warm
rush Of friendliness toward the
breezy. slangy dancer. "The eleva-
tor operator told him he brought you
up about two o'clock Saturday aft
ernoon," she answered in q whisper.
Thanks, kidd" The dancer drew a
sharp breath, the nonchalant smile
was wiped from the rouged lips.
Suddenly she looked old and tired
and very much afraid.
(To Be Continued)
Read the next chapter for Rita
Dubois story. The clews are flying
thick and fast. :
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