Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-04-05

Of yours looks as if she'd manage to worm the
Secret out of the Sphinx"
"She won't get anything out of me-" said
Nicky.
"But she may put two and two together
Ind get six or eight. Whereas well, I'm
wondering if can't put two and two together
In some way that may help you out"
IT doubt If anybody can help me-"
This he preferred to ignore. Your sister,"
he said. twas to be married to some man
who"
"Who," broke in Nicky, twas at one time all
but engaged to me, if you believe all you hear"
"Was hep" he asked.
''No,' said Nicky.
s'You-weren't interested"
Nicky didn't dodge. ooh, some; at first. He
was an eligibIe-one of the Breckenridge Tylers
OF Philadelphia. I met him there and brought
him back to Newfield And"-her lovely lips
twisted-"was according to town gossip,
promptly Tilted Which supplies a motive"
'I don't agree that it's a motive" he said
"And II wasn't on particularly good terms
With-with Mary" Nicky added recklessly. Sis
tiers aren't always. We often squabbed.
But"
CHE stopped there. If he chose to convict
her-and she knew how damning the facts
were-then let him. She would make no pro-
In fact" she added defantly, 'She did
rather rub Breck in"
He let that pass. They were to be married
On"
March twelfth" she supplied that being one
date she'd never forget.
And the afternoon on March eleventh
he came to the house, and he and your sister
were together in the living room. Your mother
knocked on the door and there was no answer
She opened the door and found them both
dead. She called your family physician, who
said death was due to cyanide of potassium
taken in some liquid. Yet nobody believed it
was suicide"
MARY was not the sort to commit suicide"
Nicky assured him, and neither was Brock"
"And So" he commented cit became a muir
der mystery"
But not SO much of a mystery, at that"
gibed Nicky. Surely you saw Willie Johnson's
story
Tell me what you think about Willie john
son." he suggested.
81 wouldn't dare to-" said Nicky. But doesn't
his story-that he happened to look in the
window and saw me giving Mary and Breck
something in glasses-rnake it less a mystery?"
I have feeling that isn't true" he said
quietly.
Glasses such as he described were found in
the pantry" Nicky reminded him. She let her
eyes meet his and shrugged her pretty shoulders,
then added: Whats the use? Isn't the evil
dence too damning?"
"The police don't seem to think so. At
least"
They haven't arrested me-yet?" she sup
plemented. Anybody in Newfeld will tell you
why. They'll tell you that money and political
influence are protecting me-that it just shows
that Judson can get away with anything"
Tell me something about the house." he in
terrupted. Il read somewhere that it had never
been wired for electricity that you still use gas"
Nicky explained that.
It'd like to see that house." he told her
II never want to it again." said Nicky
He reached out and for a second let his hand
He over hers. A swift, sympathetic, heart
warming gesture
you're a wonder" he said And then added:
Fl wanted to get the story straight from you"
But it's all been published. What more could
add?'
Enough to set me thinking" he retorted.
He had risen and stood ready to help her into
her coat. few minutes later they were in his
car, headed toward Boston. He did not refer
TO the murder again.
II hope haven't bored you stiff" he said
as he deposited her at MRS. Moriarty's door.
you've been" Nicky answered impulsiveIy
"about the incest man ever knew"
Mrs. Moriarty did not hear that naturally
But she did hear Nicky enter
Just as I expected" she commented to the
second floor front Sleeps all day and up all
hours of the night. III see that she marches
at the end of this week.
The second floor front was not interested
Did you see" She asked, what the papers
said tonight about the girl that murdered her
sister and her beau? They think she's hiding
In Boston"
Boston," echoed Mrs. Moriarty And then
she quickened like a hound that has caught a
Vagrant scent. Il wonder"
In the room under the caves Nicky sat on the
edge of the bed. 1t was as chill as the tomb
there yet she felt-well, curiously warm She
waS-thnking of Bill NcNasters
She had seen t7a afternoon Tho