Evening star., 1933-07-19

SIUCk, throughout tne question:
ing, to the main facts l had been
talking to Marcel He knew some
i thing about the murder Of the un-
known man. He had been about
10 tell me when he was shot.
Once during the proceedings the po-
lice searching the hotel returned. drag
ging a fat and volubly protesting man
with long egglike head and tiny
black mustache, who turned out to be
the cook, Paul. Otherwise they found
no one.
And once the commissaire questioned
Mrs Byng at some length, since it de-
veloped that she was the first on the
scene.
Mrs. Byng insisted even at the mo-
ment in replying in French which
seemed to be almost unintelligible to
them; at length they got her into Eng
hsh. and the upshot of the thing was
that she had seen no one. She had
heard the shots, and the noise had
Vakened her from her after-lunch nap.
She had put on a shawl and hurried
out into the corridor and toward the
gallery running along the well of the
lounge She had come. in other words,
directly along the path which the es-
Gaping murderer must have taken. And
she had seen nothing.
Al the last I began to think they
were going to drag us all to the police
court, and 1 felt SO dizzy that I didn't
much care But they did finally leave
without taking me along, which was
incredible.
1t was true. of course. that they
left a guard of several policemen and
warned us all against trying to escape
in a manner that was, as Sue remarked
later, almost as conclusive as arrest.
And it was true. too. that I was their
principal suspect; was. indeed, their
only suspect. but the doctor told them
fatty that there was no need of taking
me to Jail just then.
Later that night, in my room, with
q fire going and the remains of a scram-
bed meal which had been prepared by
the hysterical cook. whom Nine. Grethe
scolded and threatened and browbeat
into submission cit seemed, Lorn said.
that he'd wanted to leave Immediately
and never come back. Il don't blame
him" I interjected, with feeling)-
later. I say I agreed with him. At
the time things were rather hazy.
Nine. Grethe had brought me din
ner tray, which surprised me little, set
it down beside my chair, and hurried
away.
Mrs. Byng wants her dinner in her
room, too" she had said briefly. "She
has chills and won't unlock her door
until she looks through the keyhole.
Miss Tally is with Marianne, who's
nearly out of her wits. I've got to go
down and threaten that fat cook into
serving Father Robarts dinner. III
bring you a tray, because you're half
sick but I won't serve tables in the
dining room, and that's fat"
Make Lovschiem do it,
"Lovschiem!" She had given me
glance that held a kind of derisive
scorn and shrugged her shoulders and
repeated: "Tov3ciem! Here, I'll cut
the meat fer you"
She did, crd was gone. But it oc-
CURED to me that Nine. Grethe her
self was quite capable of undertaking
and executing just such cold-blooded
murder as I had witnessed She had
plenty of cold nerve and was, suspect
ed fundamentally an actress. Added
to that, she had more brains in her
little finger than Lovschiem had in his
whole great bulking body.
But there was no clue leading to her.
And as to that, there was only Low
schiem's presence and the fact that
suspected him of knowing the unidenti-
fled murdered man that led to him.
1t was just then that Lorn arrived.
! Was glad to see him My head
cleared, and things were better.