The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1934-03-01

sWhen Mr. Franklin came In. dur
ing the afternoon, did you give him
Mr.. Bulls messagesT
"Yes. sir. told him he had called
.Whaf did Mr.. Franklin say thenT
Fletcher shook his head obviously.
"Mr. Franklin didn't want to talk to
Mr.. Bullis." he said. HE turned 70
Mr.. Royce and said. I guess ] know
what he wants. and Mr.. Royce said.
Let him sweat. Jim"
.Then Mr.. Franklin never called Mr..
Bullis?"
.No, SIR
"Did Mr.. Bulls phone again. after
Franklin and Royce had left for the
church, Kilday's interest was OBJ
viously aroused.
Eyes. SIR Several times. | finally
told him that Mr.. Franklin couldn't
be reached today. That he had al
ready gone to the church. to be mar.
ried He didn't call after that"
The sergeant pulled his cigar in
silence. Under his breath. Peter whis-
tied tunelessly. Bulls had tried all
day to see Jim Franklin. who knew
what he wanted, but refused to talk to
him. That was obvious. from the con-
versation Fletcher had overheard be-
tween Franklin and Nick Royce. But
whether he wanted to or not. Frank
lin had seen Bullis-at the church.
Not exactly new lead, but an inter
esting sidelight to an old one. Royce
knew why Bulls had been so anxious
to see Franklin. Kilday resumed the
questioning
"Wh0 else was here today. Fletcher
Once more the man brushed his
forehead thoughtfully. "That's all.
SIR" he replied finally.
you're sureT The sergeant evi.
IDENTIFY didn't like the way the man
hesitated over his replies. His man
ner was too guarded.
"I'm quite sure that was ALL"
Fletcher replied. His round eyes
blinked at the detective solemnly. 81
have been here all day."
"How about Choo Choo Train?"
Peter questioned for the first time.
His voice was purposely harsh He
hoped to Jar an admission from the
man.
.'She wasn't here today"
Slut you know Miss Train. don't
you, Fletcher
The man nodded. reluctantly. Peter
thought.
Then he volunteered, "She phoned
this morning, and Mr.. Franklin told
her he would see her."
Again Peter thought Of the woman
in blue. did any other woman tele-
phone this morningr
Fletcher appeared to ponder. then
shook his head
"See here. Fletcher" the novelist's
tone was conversational now. ~ i'm
agine you knew quite bit about Choo
Choo Train. didn't your
The man only blinked.
~Can't you answer met What did
you know about this womanr
VI think she was very fond Of Mr..
Franklin" Fletcher said slowly. "but
can't say that I know much about
her She's an actress. ! believe"
II mean, did she come here fire.
quentlyf Have you seen much Of her
heref Did she have . key to this
apartment" Peters questions crowd
ed one another impatiently.
The servants manner grew more de-
liberate than ever 'She has been
here Q time or two. sir, when ! was
here. As to your other questions.
I'm afraid I can't answer them. Per.
haps Miss Train"
mo, never mind Miss Train" Peter
brushed the suggestion aside bruskly. 4
"What other women were In the habit
Of coming here?"
Fletcher's eyebrows raised doubt
fully. women"
"There were others, weren't therer
The man shrugged "Of course.
from time to time. But am q ser
want" he smiled deprecatingly. "Mr.
Franklin never took me into his con-
ndence"
Peter felt that the man knew more
than he was admitting, but felt equal.
II sure that It would be difficult to
wiring any damaging admission from
him on the subject Of women. For
this he yielded him . reluctant, admir-
alton, but II did not lesson his impa.
tience
where did Mr.. Franklin die his cor
respondencer Kilday resumed the
questioning. perhaps we can learn
something there"
Fletcher led the way to Q desk In
the next room, which both the detec-.
tive and the novelist searched. with
ont success Bills. they found, one
from a florist which interested Kilday,
until he perceived that the flowers had
gone to Doris Carmody. There was
also one personal note, penciled b.