The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-05-26

Madame Grethe's eyes.
 Approach near, monsieur" said the young officer. NOW" He mo toned the others back, and we were all crowded into the corridor. but the full light fell on the murdered man. Now, monsieur. Is this the way you found him? Was he like this exactly? No passport? Nothing in his pockets? Was there no weapon?"
 There was no weapon. The dag | ger I had forced Madame Grethe 1 to drop there on the dead mans chest, the dagger I had so carefully refrained from touching myself in order not to leave fingerprints, was certainly not there. Had not been there evidently when the police came upon the scene. Had it been there on my return from the court yard? I could not recall more than glancing at the body.
 Who then had taken it? The priest? Marcel? Sue Tally?-Was that why had felt so definitely her sudden withdrawal from the sub feet of the dagger? And if so, was 1t because her own frightened hand had snatched that thing and plunged it? Because she knew it's grim sig nifcance? Because she knew its urgent importance as a clue?
 It was an inconceivably ugly thought, but 1t was not one that could easily be thrust aside. And it was one that, naturally, had it's own influence upon what was to come.
 I strengthened up.
 "Of course there was a weapon," I said "It was a small steel dag ger. Lovschiem, here, withdrew it to look at 1t, and we discovered that it was the sword from the clock in there on the mantel. We left it on the dead man. Someone has taken it."
 THE clock in your room there!"
 \ cried the young officer without waiting to translate to the older one.
 Yes"
 And you knew nothing of itT'
 "Nothing. Except that 1t was here on the dead mans body when ] went down into the courtyard, and now 1t Is not here"
 He turned then, and French cracked between himself and his superior while tue others listened anxiously.
 "Who was with the body while you were gone?"
 "The porter and the priest"
 "Where is this priest?"
 Madame intervened.
 Probably in his room. Your men will find him."
 The young officer whirled to Mar eel, whose hlack eyes were snap ping. There was a rapid exchange of questions, and he turned back to me.
 "The' porter says he knows noth ing of it. That he saw no one talk the dagger; did not of truth knov that 1t was not here. But he say there was no light for perhaps te minutes"
 Sue had turned toward the do, to my room. Suddenly she sait
 ''It is there! The sword is the clock again."
 Everyone else looked at once. shot one look at Sue. It was ve brief look. but it was enough. knew suddenly that was right. herself had cleaned that dag. and replaced 1t.
 ss A torrent of French broke and watched the faces and str; ed my ears for words that kn { Finally the young officer tur. again to me.
 Monsieur will remain ht please. and hold himself at the position of the police. There be investigation"
 said shortly that I understo After all, they didn't mean to c me into jail on suspicion, as been given to understand Is the pl rogative of the French police.
 It was just as the young offic, was detaching the tiny sword frol the soldiers grasp and wrapping carefully in a handkerchief that |; commotion arose in the corridor.
 It grew louder, the young officer and Marcel dartea to the door tc look and then stepped back, and the commotion resolved itself into sev. eral policemen. he dark little maid weeping. Father Robart, and bun dle of shawls topped by what ap- peared 10 be large white cabbage in a stage of imminent dissolution.
 1 said: My God, do you intend to hold a court of inquiry here fir SinS bedroom? Has man no privacy in France? First a murder at my GoT. thca an attack on my life, a. now a-"
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