The Bismarck tribune., 1929-04-26

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DEWEY GROVES
but before she fell asleep that night
she was aware that Mildred vas cry
ing soundlessly, and It was MI she
could do to keep from blurting cut
her contempt for Stephen.
For Stephen It was night OF
pleasure, unshadowed by IN omen Of
what awaited him on the morrow.
It was daybreak when he unlocked
hts door and let himself into his
room.
He hurried to undress and get>some
sleep before going to the office. but
sleep would not come to him. Now
that he was alone his troubles re.
turned like . flock Of vultures to
pick at his peace.
Pam In q flat! Pam in q kitchen
aproni Pam in the balcony at the
theater! Pam in the subway! He
couldn't see it. But hang it all, she
knew he'd make good with her to
work for. He'd have to. He couldn't
expect her to 60 on living in what
would, to her, be abject poverty.
What girl she was! She certainly
could put life into = party. Not that
her friends were dull, but Pam led
them all. Shed been Is sparkling
and gay when he took her home as
when they first reached Margolat
party.
He dozed off finally. and with the
thought in his mind that he was
lucky devil to be loved by girl like
Pam.
It seemed only q moment before
his alarm clock woke him with its
inconsiderate summons.
He hurried to b ct the office
early. He could get off some letters
to certain Of his prospects who
needed q reminder Of their promise
to come In and inspect the new
models.
Mr.. Mettle came in late. He
greeted Stephen with 4 sour face and
Z skimpy nod.
Stephen worked like . Trojan that
morning. using his utmost selling
powers on Ill potential buyers who
came within sound Of his voice.
He saw Carl Short come in some
time after II and 30 directly to Mr..
Mettle's private office. The investi-
gator was cloeeted there with the
manager for about Is minutes before
Stephen was sent for.
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Fresh trouble was In the air Ste
phen knew aS soon - he opened the
door and faced the two.
On the desk between them lay . 81
caliber revolver, q large roll Of bills
and 4 bunch Of keys In leather key
holder.
stephen did not ut first see. the
keys Or the inorsy. His eyes were
fastened upon the gun.
Ever zee It hefore?" Short asked
dryly. Mr.. Mettle said nothing. His
mouth was like Q kfAck of Ice, drawn
sharply across his TfxE4 Aa It was.
Stephen shook his head. NO." he
said.
"or this?'" Short picked up the roll
Of bills.
Stephen looked puzzled. Again he
shook his head.
And suppose you never set your
eyes on these before, cither7" Short
rasped, taking the keys from the
table and holding them out on the
palm Of his hand under Stephens
astonished gaze.
"Why. they look like my keys3" he
exclaimed unhssitatingly.
Him." Mr.. Mettle rnuttered: "suess
you couldn't deny It, because saw
you when you snapped on the keys
to the car you STOLE"
Stephen whirled upon him. "9tole?"
he repeated blAnkly.
That's right. Armitage," Short In
terjected crisply: we've GOT the goods
on you"
Like hell you have" stephen re-
torted, losing control Of his temper.
what kind Of . setup u this7 ]
never saw that gun o. that roll be-
fore In my life. don't know where
you got the keys, unless you've caught
the 9uy who stole. -
I'VE have" Short assured him. "The
keys were found In your .roeu this
morning. The 6un and the money.
too. That's enoueh to hold you."
atenhen stared at hin, pop.eyed
.liot In INV ROOM" he boean but
Short cut him off again.
"There's no arRvment," he said
curtiv "the hotAl manAeer made the
search With us. eue1s you're throush
helping crooks to rob your firm
Detter connA 1lone quietly before the
men ontSide eet WISE
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