Evening star., 1933-07-24
EW The While CoClkafoo
N$SN BY Mignon G. Eberhart ~
BY Mignon g. Eberhart

days, has been nothing unusual. Be-
sides" I added maliciously, II shall
have your revolver"
MOT" said Lorn, suddenly hrm, If
you're going to use 1t. Besides. It's only
two days and three nights. This is the
"You think that If We push this mat
ter about the priest too far before We
can actually prove he Is the muir
IT he is the murderer-" interpo-
lated Lorn gently.
"-he's apt to take the-er-swift-
est way to-get what he wants"
YES" said Lorn quietly. And hav-
ing killed twice. the murderer isn't go
ing to be too careful not to kill again.
OF course, though, I'm not saying it
was the priest-or rather. II you are
priest. I'm not even saying that the
same person killed both men, although
it Is . probability"
But the time" I said impa-
tiently.
mot 30 much time has elapsed. Sun
dean. 1t seems long. Of course. but it's
really been very short"
IT Miss Tally were only out Of
-" said thoughtfully.
Yes" said Lorn. Il agree with you
there. I made q mistake In upholding
her in her decision. know her brother,
and it will be q difficult thing to prove
her to him II she deviates from his def
mite instructions-he's that kind Of q
fellow.
But at the same time I've come to
seeing only my side OF it-you under
stand, Sunbeam, that in . sense I'm her
brothers representative I think it's
only fair to her to urge her to go-tell
the police the whole thing. If she will.
Il don't like the looks Of things, Sun
dean. I'm doing what I can. But I
don't like it. Not bit. After ALL" he
added in . morosely businesslike way
after all, Mr.. Tally wouldn't thank me
for letting his sister be-"
Then you are going to tell her she'd
better ask the police to let her leave?"
"Yes."
"Thats good" said. Nov then.
about the priest-and did you know
that Lovschiem refused to give Miss
Tally the envelope out Of his safe?'
We talked for some time. I think I
managed to convince him that the
tioneble, and he agreed with me that
LOvschiem's excuse about the combi-
nation Of the safe was pure fiction and
not too artistic fiction at that.
He rose finally to leave; buttoning
his brownish tweed coat and turning
up the collar and pulling down his hat
before facing the wind from which the
court was q little protected, and thus
only his nose and deep-set eyes showed,
and he looked suddenly more aggre-
sive and dependable.
A gust Of wind followed him out Of
sight. It was growing colder in the
court. With the early approach Of
night, the wind had begun to grow
stronger and more vicious in its sudden
gusts To this day q sudden cold whip
ping of the wind will snatch my mem
ory back in an instant to those mad
days at Armene.
Another gust Of wind blew dust In
my face and whipped the cape Of .
policeman out beyond the wall Is II to
warn me Of his watching presence, and
rose and entered the hotel.
Lovschiem was at the desk stroking
the cockatoo with one hand and add
ing accounts with the other. The
lounge was bare and empty and cold
the lounge that day.
The tiny elevator stood dark and
empty. with its doors open behind the
little iron gate Is II to show that now
no one was hiding there.
There were voices tn the parlor. how
ever, and I swerved to glance through
the door. Mrs. Byng. her eyebrows
travelling agitatedly, was there, knitting
furiously; Grethe's predatory red head
was bent over some lace she was max
ing. and she looked unWontedly quiet.