Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1932-04-21

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push along and get my car out. I've
arranged TO wait outside the Roches-
er Gate house for Miss Revell n
drive her to the Crescendo or back
to her own place, according to her
wishes"
Ry0er's inevitable grin appeared.
by all means, sound idea, what?
With any luck Wen all foregather at
the Crescendo about the wJtching
hour or earlier. Meantime, Miss Gin
derella and | will eat our share OF
the ice. won't we?'
Yes" said Jenny family, watching
the tall, slim figure make a rapid
way into the vestibule. He a not
stayed even to bid her au revoir.
Ryder Vale also watched him go.
Cant help thinking | ought to be
able to place that chap he remarked
when he had returned his attention
to Jenny. Cant help thinking some
one told me he was related to old
Grafton Matching. But | suppose in
that case George would have known
him And now heres our ice"
In the huge bedroom that ran the
whole width of the house. Old Grafton
Matching sat and reduced to a ner-
vous pulp his general manager, Har-
old II. Croze.
1t was the old mans habit to retire
to bed at about seven o'clock in the
evening; and 1t was from the middle
of his antique fOur-poster, the size
of a small tent, that he was 10Y
launching his venom. Extraordinarily
like a slate-pencil. he looked. or SO
thot the harassed Harold H.; he
stared at the narrow, rigid form in its
gray woollen bed -jacket, the narrow
gray wedge of face surmounting ii
and the very white wig that, tapering
almost to a point on top, betrayed
the strange formation of the hidden
skull. And like a slate-pencil the
voice-grating, squeaking, slipping on
the slate of the mind.
You suspect a leakage of informa-
ton concerning the work OF the over
sea department, do you?" When the
Old Man was particularly Infatuated,
his voice climbed to falsetto. That's
very interestirg-oh, very interesting
indeed. OF course it is only a suspic-
ion and 1t has arisen in your mind
quite three months after it arose In
mine. But still ii is very stimulating.
. And now we will contemplate the
fact that so far you have done no.
thing about ii at ALL"
Il must differ there, Mr.. Matching.
I've done all / can. Enough to con
vince me that whoever the culprit
is, he or she is not in the overseas
department. Take the Mexican est
mates, it's evident they were known
TO the Gortenz firm before the de-
partment worked on them. The or
iginal draft"
"D'you suspect any of my secretar-
les. Croze?"
The general manager passed a
handkerchief ove his brow. He was
a stout, pink man, mentally far more
agile and experienced than he looked
But the Old Mans TRADES always
undermined his control unit
he felt lower than the least paid of
fice-boy. Besides, the room-an ex.
~traordinary room in which to conduct
business-was very hot and full OF
furniture.
Most of the furniture was in shad.
ow. But by the side of the bed was q
structure like a dinner-wagon, the
top desk holding a dictaphone rec
es, two small and exquisite mode
dynamos and a standard lamp. Thru
the lower desk ran thetangled connect
ing wires of all this paraphernalis
and round the wires were Uttered
twelve to fifteen penny bags Of
sweets.
DO you, for instance, suspect Re.
I Wi
I've always had the greatest pos
sible admiration for-for Miss Revell,
muttered Croze. He had never Spoken
with greater sincerity-heavens, tina
girl had some character, putting VI
at close range and year after veal
with this kind of thing, "All the same
everyone who was in a position t
ures should come equally under con
sideration. Miss Revell l presume
took them from your dictation."
Very logical. Quite scientific!" Tht
gray figure suddenly ~wriggled, slipped
and lay flat in the vast bed. Blu
youth excuse me, Croze. if / dom
follow you link by link. Because they
all occurred to me, as l say, quite
three months ago and ] acted on then
promptly. Very promptly. / set a ser
les Of tests-snares-what you like
Cine is being sprung tonight. There's
really nothing more to discuss. d.
you know my nephew"
Croze gaped. What had a nephew
got to do with?
II always understood you had M
relatives whatsoever. Your nephew
No, I've never met him."
mo. Nor has anyone else in TIL
firm. Very useful. Goodnight"
DO you mean, Mr.. Matching
Goodnight" came a final squeal
from the bed. Harold H. Croze wa
dismissed.
George leaned out of the window
Of her taxi and CURLY reminded thu
driver of the quickest way to Roch.
ester Gate.
Eddie Townsend. She brooded owe
him and the problem that he was t
her, smiling. 1t was a smile In which
two Georgina Revells met ana merged
The glowing, vital. proofgal George
who could never snatch life enough
met Miss Revell Of Matching's, tina
essential cog in a vast and powerful
wheel.
She shut her eyes as the taxi spec
under the ebb and flow of the street
lamps and she pretended that she ant
Eddie were married. and yet that sh'
still kept her job, her difficult, hard
held wonderful job.
The tax was stopping and befor'
II was quite stationary she was ou
and running up the steps of the en-
ormous, ugly house in which old Graf
ton Matching lived. She rang In
code that was her own ana at ono
the door was opened.