The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-02-28
THIS HAS HAPPENED.

The body of "HANDSOME
HARRY" BORDEN, promoter,
murdered Saturday afternoon, is
found beneath the closed air.
shaft window of his private of.
flee Monday bv his secretary,
RUTH LESTER.
DE GIVE McMANN
learns of five people who could
have murdered Borden: MRS.
BORDEN. estranged wife; Ruth
Lester: BENNY SMITH, office
boy; JACK HAYWARD, insur-
ancc broker with office directly
across the airshaft: and RITA
DUBOIS, dancer, Borden's last
sweetheart.
Suspicion is heaviest upon
Hayward, Ruth's fiance, because
Of overheard threats against
Borden. Bloody footprints of
pigeon inside and outside the
airshaft window indicate the
window was open until after the
murder.
Benny Smith. who has not re-
ported for work, is sent for, as
are MINNIE CASSIDY and
LEFTY MILLER. scrubwomcn.
BILL COWAN. strengthens
SUSPICION against Hayward by
telling Of hearing Borden's an
cry voice when he, Cowan,
called Hayward Saturday at
2:10 and was put on busy line.
Ruth tells McMann about
CLEO GILMAN, recent mis-
tress of Borden's. She is sought.
Rita Dubois arrives. She says
Borden had failed to meet her
at the station, that she had
called him, found his lire busy
at 2:1O, then called again and
was told by Borden to come to
his office. Did SO and received
from Borden second half of a
torn $500 bill, but left him alive
at 2:30.
She denies having robbed his
body of $500 more in smaller
bills. ASHE, Borden's manserv.
ant, is sent for, but is preceded
by FERBER. fingerprint ex-
pert. whose findings reveal fin
gerprints of unidentified woman
on the glass panel of the door
between outer and inner office.
McMann suspects they were
made by Cleo Gilman, now urg.
emily sought i by :. police.
'OW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XVI
Ruth Testers hand frightened con.
llsively over Jack Hayward's as
le listened to McMann's half of the
'lephone conversation which the de-
'ctive sergeant was carrying on
18th his superior officer at police
sadquarters.
$50 Cleo skipped out Saturday
BON, bag and baggage, eh?" Nc.
ann spoke into the mouthpiece, his
'ice registering the frown which
as beetling his thick brows and
the corners Of his mouth
Who's on the job? . Clay, eh I?
ut him on the phone if he's there
Nv, please. Hello, Clay! What's
le dope on this Gilman dame? Did
le say where she was going?
o? -. Oh, back Monday or Tues
~ morning, huh? Well, be on hand
welcome her home and tell her
at McMann wants chat with her
Sure, go through her apart
ent! What do you think this is-a
q party?"
The detective slammed the receiv-
upon the hook, strobe to the door
tween the private office and the
tier office of the Borden suite.
Take Mrs. Borden and
ISIS Dubois down the hall and put
EN- in Covey's charge until l need
lem again. He's still in that vacant
lite, isn't he?"
Eyes. sir interviewing tenants
no could have heard the shot fired,
:" Birdwell answered in his weary
ice. Crank Ashe, Borden's man.
rvant, waiting to see YOU" n.
"All right-show him in" Nc
ann directed, as he held the door
lde for Mrs. Borden and Rita to
ISIS through, the widow thanking
m with a faint, sad smile, the
nicer wrapping her fur coat about
r slim body with assumed nom
balance, utterly belied by the
lalky pallor Of her,face.
AS a gray-haired, manufacturing
an was about to enter the private
flee, McMann held him back with
arm stretched across the door