The Bismarck tribune., 1929-03-23

an hour and she returns strange
" jubilant from this mysterious
journey. In the lobby Of the
building she finds . commotion.
RAMON ROMERO, Rita's hus-
band. is struggling with two de-
tcctives who have disarmcd him.
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NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XLvI
When the elevator doors opened at
the seventh floor, Ruth Lester ran
ahead to open the door to Borden's
suite, for Ramon Romero's frantic
efforts to escape were occupying the
entire attention of both the police
man and the detective.
Another Of those shameful tableaux
that follow in the wake of murder
and Of which Ruth had seen enough
in the last 80 hours to last her q
lifetime, If she had ever craved NOR
bid excitement, met her eyes.
In a chair drawn up to the large
library" table in the center Of Bor-
den's reception room, the exhausted
body Of a woman half sat, half lay.
her head resting on the table. her
arms outflung in gesture Of infinite
WEAKNESS. And crouching over her,
so that the breath of his menacing
words, stirred the dark, disheveled
hair, was Detective Sergeant McMann
"Sure I'll let you rest, and I'll let
you eat and III let you have a drink,
when you come clean, Rita! You
robbed Borden's dead body! That's
all I'm accusing you Of! That's all!
Come on now, Rita-get 1t over with!
Neither Rita Dubois nor the detec-
tive had heard Ruth's almost noise
less opening Of the door, but when q
moment later, Ramon Romero. drag
ged to the door by his captors, spat
out foreign oath, the girls body be.
came electrified. was out Of the chail
too quickly for human eyes to take tr
each Of her catlike movements.
Ramon! Oh, my God! Now they've
got, you!"
i> The too-handsome, sWarthy fac
OF the prisoner became convulsed with
hatred as his eyes took In the horror
stricken face Of his wife, but McManr
roughly interrupted the torrent o
Spanish invectives by ordering the de-
tective to bring in his quarry.
where did you find him, Casey?'
the detective sergeant asked his sub
ordinate. when the male dancer hal
been rudely forced down into q chat
at the table across from his wife.
I'm the lobby downstairs" Case
admitted. Found gun on him
Here it is. And he made no bone
Of what he had come for-was layir
for his wife to kill her for two-timir
him with Borden .
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Ruth gratefully but silently slippe'
into q chair which the uniforme
policeman had drawn to the table 70
her, and raised compassionate blu
eyes to Rita's devastated face. For
moment she thought the dancer wa
going to faint, but slowly q quiverin
hand found its customary place on
slim hip, and the supple body re
gained q pathetic latter Of It's ol
nonchalant insolence.
"Well"-Rita shrugged, and HI
voice was hard. bitter, weary, with
, terrible undercurrent Of amusement
tho jokes on little Rita, all right
Laying for me to kill me, were you?-
| Like you killed" But she bit bac
. the name that had almost slippe
out. "You pretty dancing fool. yoU
j Didn't you know ! did 1t-1or you'll
because you had me 90 ge-ga abot
! you-2"
"Just . minute, Rita!" McMan
, clamped . hard hand on the girl
, shoulder. "If you're ready to make
: confession, It is my duty to place yc
: under arrest, and to warn you thu
{ anything you may say may b us(
) against you"
: "0h, dry upl" the dancer retort1
wearily. This ls Just Q little QUAR-
between husband and wife. YEA
L That pretty boy Is my husband
. right Now laugh that Off"
McMann did not obey. 80 yol
!. husband killed Borden because ~
= were going away with him, and rc
: he wants to finish his Job BY killil
: lyou. That right3"
y KILLED Doedcn7" Ritz repeatl
y scornfully. than broke into Taught
which seemed 10 b born of genui
amusement. no you want to kne
4 Iwhere this dauctne 6heik of mine y
a | on Saturday Il afternoon. from q
p O'Clock TIL fo0x. when Willette w
a bur and ! piclEed him up? -. w
and Il you don't laugh now