The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-06-19

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 holding her in her decision. know her brother, and it will be a difh- cult thing to prove her to him If she deviates from his definite instruc- tions-he's that kind of fellow. {, But at the same time I've come to the conclusion that l was wrong; I was seeing only my side of It. you understand. Sundean, that in a sense I'm her brothers representa- tive. think it's only fair to her to urge her to go--tell the police the whole thing, if she will.
 T don't like the looks of things, Sundean. I'm doing what I can. But I don't like 1t. Not bit. After all he added in a morosely business like way-"after all, MT. 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."
 That's good" I. said. "Now 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. think I managed to convince him that the priests good faith was at least questionable; and he agreed with me that Lovschiem's excuse about the combination of the safe was pure fiction and not too artistic ic- tion at that.
 LIE rose finally to leave; button \ | ing his brownish tweed coat and turning up the collar and pull ing down his hat before facing the wind from which the court was a little protected. and thus only his nose and deep-set eyes showed. and he looked suddenly much more az gressive 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 it's sudden gusts. To this day a sud. den cold whipping of the wind will snatch my memory back in an in' stant to those mad days at Armene.
 Another gust of wind blew dust in my face and whipped the cape of a policeman out beyond the wall as if to warn me of his watching presence. and 1 rose and entered the hotel.
 Lovschiem was at the desk strok- ing the cockatoo with one hand and adding accounts with the other. The lounge was bare and empty and cold-somehow, we all man. aged to eschew the lounge that day.
 The tiny elevator stood dark and empty, with it's doors open behind the little iron gate as if to. show that now no one was hiding there. There were voices in the parlor. however, 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 making. and she looked unwontedly quiet. Sue was reading something aloud, in clear and quite steady voice.
 could not fathom the look in Grethe's green eyes; was not par. ticularly taken with Mrs. Byng. al though 1 felt little sorry for her. But at that moment I heartily ad mired them all It took courage to sit quietly there in the musty par. Tor so near the lounge where Mar. eel had died. with the gloom and silence and secrecy of the old hotel enclosing them.
 Father Robart was sitting near the bar Gin room which always managed to look particularly bare and cold with it's garish old calen. dars and desolate bar) reading his perpetual newspaper. And as turned toward the stairway Mari anne passed me with a whisk of her white apron. on her way kitchen. ward.
 The coast then was clear.
 Most of the afternoon I spent in the gloomy upper reaches of the old hotel. The north wing did not i'm. mediately approach. for 1t had nc third floor. as did the rest of the ho tel; I knew the bedroom floor fairly well already, and on the ground floor there were merely storerooms which I knew had been examined.
 But. then. the whole place had been searched-how thoroughly did not know. Certainly searching the great dark rambling place for clues was very like searching for g needle in haystack.
 It was by no means a pleasant afternoon, for I was gradually con vinced that I was surreptitiously ac companied in my search. although 1 do not know to this day who ac companied me except that it must have been one of two people. lyropwioht. Ios,. Mionon c. EberhartI
 Sundean, tomorrow, discovers
 five ghostly little finger prints.