Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1933-12-27
CHAPTER iII--ContInued

Kilday. ITS the World and Globe
that sound ugly. 1t isn't exactly
what they say. It's how they say it
The inference Is that the murder
was political, and that we won't
dare go after the man responsible
The fact that Jim Franklin was ex.
pected to be the next governor isn't
going to help me any. so far as the
papers are concerned. They'll be
on my neck. And the district at.
torney will probably have me on the
carpet in the morning. Wait and
see. He can't stand this kind of
pressure"
Meaning Bulls, Of course"
Nobody else. The fact that he
was one of the last persons to see
Franklin alive has given the papers
just the excuse they need. Peter,
what made Jim Franklin the logical
candidate for governor at the next
election?"
"The manner In which he handled
the investigation of the magistrate
scandal, of course. No one thought
he would go after Bulls the way
he did. but"
but" exclaimed the detective.
"That's the point. But he did. He
went after Bulls hammer and tongs.
No n thought he would. II made
him a popular idol and 1t made
Bulls his enemy. Well, there's our
motive, If Bulls Is guilty. That's
our next lead"
Then you don't think Calls Ship
ley or Rylie Carmody-"
I don't want to think of them
until | have to-" declared the SER
geant. This Is our plainest trail.
If II doesn't pan out. | can come
back to the others. Bulls was there,
and his motive was clear-cut."
"And so was Rylie Carmody's. He
was determined to stop the we'd
ling" Peter reminded him earnestly.
$50 was Choo Choo Trains. She
was Franklin's mistress. She had a
motive for stopping the wedding.
And the woman In blue-whoever
she may have been-had a motive
for stopping 1t, Ii she loved Frank
lin. That's the queer thing about
this case. Eight or nine people, that
we know Of. had an opportunity to
commit the crime, and 1t doesn't
require much Imagination to find a
motive for any of them"
Kilday rose. "Tll take 'em n
at q time," he said. And I'm GO
ing to start with Bulls. Coming?"
Let's 60" said Peter.
. . .
Daniel Bulls was unexpectedly
easy to find. A telephone call from
the restaurant located him at his
downtown club where he usually
dined. He was still at table when
interrupted BY Kilday's call.
"Sure / went to see him." the poll
tician said, after seating each of his
guests How about q drink? What
win you have. boys?"
They both declined. II was q
matter of principle with Kilday.
Cardigan thought there was a
shade of too much breezy friendli-
ness In the invitation. 1t didn't quite
ring true.
well, you don't mind If | do"
said Bulls, ringing for an attend
ant. Every one to his own tastes, |
as the widow said when she kissed
the pig" The quantity OF his boom
ing laugh was more than atoned for
by Its lack of mirth. He entertained
his visitors with an anecdote, OBJ
viously intended to reveal his own
Importance. as he waited for his
drink.
Daniel Bulls was a huge man,
from the hairy hands that had en-
quilted Peters during their introduc-
ton, to the crown of his head,
which seemed almost too ponderous
for his massive frame. 1t was that
ponderous head. which dwarfed the
wide shoulders. that fascinated Pc
ter. In spite of its size. or because
or 1t, Cardigan was not sure which.
there was something almost infan.
tile about the mans expression. The
short, whitish blond hair, straight
as a string, grew low on his fore
head, and was impaired. II was not
as though It had been combed. long
ago, and forgotten, so much as
though IL had never known a comb.
Eyebrows there we're almost none.
and this heightened the wide limo
cence OF the mans blue stare. ex-
cept when he laughed. Then tell.
tale folds OF flesh curled up be-
meath his eyes, revealing an uncer-
tain maturity. The mouth and chin
were a direct negatIon of Bulls
other features. for there was
strength written In the lean lips and
wide sweep Of jaw.
The drink arrived. and the politi-
clan drained half the cool contents
Of the long glass before turning
again to Kilday.
YEAH" he repeated, Il went to
zee Franklin" He nodded toward
J ~disorderIy pile of newspapers by
Ills chair. i've been reading about