The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-05-24
Chapter g THE SHOT
IT was Sue Tally. It was not Sue v Tally. If WAS Sna Tally

Tally. It was Sue Tally.
 told myself that was mistaken told myself that the light upon it had been too brief. too sudden and swift flash to permit me to recog. nize any face. But stared and stared at that unshuttered window and wondered what was back of those winking blank panes, and that strange, haunting resemblance to Sue Tally's face would not leave me.
 Suddenly I was conscious that Lovschiem had reused from his distraction sufficiently to note my gaze and follow It. I had the i'm. pression he had overlooked some pressing and urgent aspect of af- fairs. This impression was con firmed when he caught his breath sharply, slid a quick glance at me, and said suddenly:
 But must go. There are things -Grethe will want-you and Father Robart can stay with the-with this." His eyes indicated the thing at our feet.
 "Wait," l said. What room is that across there? What number is it? The one with the shutters open"
 His eyes were yelled and yet in tensely aware of me and my ques. tion.
 "You mean across the court there? That Is about 34 or 35.' Why?"
 Not 19. then.
 "Is 1t unoccupied?"
 "Yes." He replied directly, with out a shadow of hesitation.
 q saw face just now in the win dow"
 "No, no. You are mistaken. There is no one there."
 There certainly was face there, Lovschiem."
 It seemed to me he looked faintly relieved at the implication that did not know the face. But he said a word or two to the priest, who did not look around or reply. and wad died hurriedly away. At the end of the passage he met the little porter and stopped for a few words with him before he disappeared around the corner, and the porter hurried toward us.
 Madame had called him. the DOT ter said breathlessly. and he was to remain with us while Monsieur went to her assistance.
 Turning into my room, threw my coat over my shoulders and took a flashlight from my bag. The lit tie porter watched me anxiously. and I said as I returned to the cor. ridor:
 "rm going to look about the court. Back in moment"
 He did not seem reassured. but. of course. had nothing to say. Then 1 closed the door. saw the porter's bright eyes watching 1t and what he could see of me. stepped out of their range of vision. and snapped the button on my fashllght. It made a darting circle of thin light on the stone floor of the lanIing. THERE were no signs of a strug. ! gle. but 1 could have expected none. There were no muddy foot. prints. for there was no mud: every. thing in Armene 'las dry and cold and wind-swept. There were no cigar ashes. There were no coat buttons. There was nothing but a dark blotch. quite small. where the dead man had huddled.
 bent close to the worn stone and looked and looked. turning my flash. light here and there, and eventually did discover a small red piece of what looked like hard rubber or very hard wax. It was rough and irregularly semicircular and about the size of half-dolar. It bore no faint resemblance to any kind of clue. put it in my pocket merely because it was the only thing ex. cept the dark. patch on the stone and dry brown leaf that the land ing held.
 It was just at that second that there was sudden lull in the wind: everything. shadows and shrubbery and rattling windows. fell into dead quiet. and heard all unguarded step on the stairway below me.