The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-06-05

lines of inquiry open before us. Black
mail Is n Of them: the gold-hunt-
ing instinct is the other. One Of them
should lead us to Ogden's murderer.
They may converge before we find
him."
Hello" I cried, suddenly. There
goes Hammond, now"
The lawyer did not see us. Turning,
We followed him with u eyes. He
came to Hyde's shop. and entering It,
disappeared from Dur sight.
The inquest was held that after.
noon. Stimson. Hubbard, and /, were
the principal witnesses. I told my
story truthfully. but I was careful
to make it clear that I had neither
seen Jerry's face nor heard his voice
on the walk. Stimson hadn't either.
The Peterson revolver, my experience
Of the early morning, and the cur-
ious discoveries Deacon had made
among Ogden's effects were not intro
duced as evidence. Nor did Luther
MacNair present any Of hts theories.
The jury found that Andrew had died
of q dagger thrust in the back Of his
neck. inflicted, in its opinion. by Ger
aid Ogden, the victims son.
It was late afternoon when ! swung
the q into Magnolia Avenue, Mac
Nair beside me. Deacon had promised
to meet us at the Ogden home. We
found Deacon In the library. He gave
us q grave nod.
ANY word Of Jerry?" I asked.
"None, john"
A new fear seized upon me. Had
Jerry, like Andrew, been done away
with?
"You saw Hyde?" Deacon asked.
Nodding, MacNair lighted . cigar
cite. Henry's honest face was
troubled.
Anything new?" I inquired.
He considered US thoughtfully for q
moment. Eyes. About this woman
in black. Her name is Lundy. Mrs
Joe Lundy. Andrew gave her Z check
the other day"
"A check?" I echoed.
"A check" Henry said slowly, "foE
81. 1000"
Ogden seems to have been liberal
with his cash." MacNair drawled,
How did you get on to IT."
MY man Thompson found his
check book in the pocket OF Z suit up
stairs. One Of the stubs was made
out to q Mrs. Joe Lundy for $1,000.
We got In touch with Ogden's bank.
the First National. The check was
cashed the day before yesterday. Mrs.
Lundy is this woman In black. The
teller remembered her BY the odd
clothing she wore"
The information bewildered me
What possible connection could this
strange figure, Mrs. Lundy. have with
the tragedy Of the night before? Dea-
con must have sensed my thoughts.
"6he can't be this James Dillon,'"
he said sharply.
1T was no woman that fought me
this morning" I declared vigorously.
Never mind Mrs. Lundy just now
he growled. 'she doesnt fit-yet. !
found something else" He opened Z
drawer Ia the desk. "This. Il VA
wrapped In oiled paper on the slaell
Ia Andrews bedroom closet"
At what he hAd brought forth ]
cried out In establishment.
.Alex Peterson's gum" I whispered.
ALEX Peterson's other gum" Dea-
con replied.
The colt Vas q replica Of the one ]
had bought from Nathan Hyde. ]
elected 01e cartridges into my palm.
There were slx Of them and the bull
lets were goldl
"Alsx fstsrson would have two
guus," AAclIair said crisply. Those
highflyer1 always had. ! thoukht we
should b turning It up"
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