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orphange. and that would kill me
You -couldn't!-let your sol
the child of our love-come to that
Harry! Please Harry! ! abase myself
before you. make one last appeal
for him-your Son-not me-to be his
guardian, II you hate me as much a.
you've said you do. Do this for himl
| I ask nothing for myself-nothing!
But Harry, in all solemnity, warn
you that you will be sorry II you do
not do what I ask. shall telephone
you Saturday morning. II your
answer is still no-but I won't think
of that now!-M"
my" Ruth brcathed. Martha!
Martha Manning! Oh, the poor
thing!"
Martha Manning!" the detective
exploded. "You haven't told me any
thing about her Why didn't you tell
me yesterday"
Il didn't know until last night, I"
Ruth retorted. Then, rapidly, breath
lessly, she related to McMann the
series of deductions and suggestions
which had led her to an inevitable
conclusion.
Though I didn't, at first connect
the writer of the orchid tinted let
tiers with the woman Of the contralto
voice." Ruth acknowledged.
Some voice!" McMann commented
drily. 1T seems to have knocked
you, Hayward, Minnie Cassidy and
Frank Ashe for goal. I'm getting
sort of curious to hear 1t myself. Did
Hayward get her address when she
came to him about insurance."
"Ycs. The Acropolis Hotel-one of
those small, inexpensive residence
hotels" Ruth answered.
X X X
Hard up-and living at a hotel"
McMann commented sarcastically.
Trying to pull Borden's leg, guess.
Blackmail. Well, we'll have to
look at this dame and listen to her
carol her story in her beautiful con-
tralto voice.
The detective. was striding toward
the door to give an order to Birdwell,
who was still on duty in the outer
office, when Ruth stopped him with
question::
"And you'll send for Lefty Miller.
won't you? If she says that she did
not leave Jacks door on the latch
when she first went in to clean his
offices, big part Of the mystery can
be cleared up, for we shall know then
that someone besides Jack could have
entered and used his telephone-and
his gum"
Lefty Miller would admit anything
if she thought 1t would help Hay
ward" McMann commented skepti-
cally. "He must have creased her
palm with good bit of silver, first
and last. But it won't do any harm
to ask her. Just don't bank too much
on your pretty little theory, Miss Les
ter
"Oh, Birdwell!" he called, as he
opened the door into the outer office.
Get hold of Carlson for me. He's
on the floor somewhere, talking to
tenants. Send him over to the Aero
polls hotel for Martha Manning.
That's Notwithstanding. If she's
not in, or has checked out, tell him to
get all the facts and let me know inn
imediately. -. And Birdwell. have
headquarters send somebody for Lefty
Miller, one Of those scrubwomen I
was interviewing yesterday. They
don't come on till four o'clock, and I
don't care to wait until then"
Eyes, sir" Birdwell answered. did
you get the Miller woman's address,
ci,.C Vn,, roy,,ov,Ht,av 1s,o rnas1dsast f3,4d
her yesterday morning. She moved
from the rooming- house address the
superintendent gave us"
"Oh, da1nn!" McMann exploded.
IT forgot to ask her. See If Coghlan,
the superintendent, did. It's his job
to keep up with his employees various
changes of address"
"Yes, sir. Just q minute, sir" Bird
we'll interrupted his chief, as the
telephone rang. He listened for q
moment, then turned to McMann:
Its Clay, sir. He says she's just re-
| turned to her apartment. He's tele-
phoning from her apartment now"
Good! Tell Clay to make 1t snap
py." McMann directed. Then, when
his subordinate had concluded the
telephone conversation: ANY line yet
on Jake Bailey. Borden's bodyguard?"
mo, sir. I'll get hold of Carlson
now and send him after this Manning
woman"
Fifteen minutes later, while Detec-
tive Sergeant McMann and Ruth Les
ter were still engaged in reading the
six passionate, despairing, pitiful ap-
pealS for a vanished love which
Martha Manning had written to
Harry Borden, the woman who had
taken that love from her was an
nounced:
Miss Gilman and Detective Clay.
sir"
Show Miss Gilman in here. I'll
talk to Clay out there" McMann d.
rected, and a moment later the detec-
tive in charge of the investigation
and tall, -magnificently proper
toned blond woman passed each
other in the doorway.
"Hul-lo!" Cleo Gilman sang out
cheerily, in her slightly nasal, high
pitched voice. AS the detective pushed
on through the door without answer
ing, except with one keen measuring
glance, the blond woman shrugged,
and addressed Ruth Lester, who was
seated at Borden's desk: Il always
did love these strong, silent men.
Hawkshaw,> the demon detecatif,
suppose?". she laughed, strolling with
exaggerated nonchalance to q chair
near Ruth's and disposing her volup-
tuous body in 1t.
Eyes," Ruth smiled. '..or. to be