The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-10-05
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the, Blade. telephones the news
paper a report of the death of
Edward Shillingby, private de-
tectiye, believed to have been
killed by Cincinnati Red" Lamp
SON. gsngster. -.
! The same night a man giving
the name of John Smith is
brought stc; olice headquarters on
ssNuspic;on Of driving while intoxi-
Gated. With him is a girl who
says she is Mary Briggs, hitch
hiker. The man changes his story
several times, finally is identified
as Frank B. Cathay, wealthy
suburbanite and candidate for
city council. Both .Cathay and
the. girl are released.
Morden, the only reporter to
learn these facts, telephones the
story to his newspaper.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
. CHAPTER II
A freckle-faccd lad, with a
Slight cast in one eye, and who
was particularly disliked by
Charles Mordcn, brought him the
news.
con the carpet for YOU" the
boy said. .
! Morden, always particular
about his appearance, frowned at
the boy. even as he Strengthened
his tie.
"Just what is it you're trying
to tell me, Squinty?" he asked.
The boy jerked his finger to-
ward the editorial offices. 'rKen-
ney, the city editor, wants to see
YOU" he said.
Morden strobe toward the Of
ificc with an expression of becom-
ing modesty. lie had, he knew,
slipped a fast one over on Whip
pie. The Blade had been the
only newspaper to carry the story
of the Riverview scandal - the
prominent citizen, candidate on
the reform ticket for councilman
arrested on suspicion of driving
while intoxicated, in company
with young woman whom he
claimed he had never seen be-
fore. He had lied about his iden-
tity and police had only discov-
cred his real name by tracing the
car which he had been driving, a
car which had been picked up at
a renting agency, despite the fact
that Cathey's wife had cheerfully
assured the newspaper reporter
who interviewed her over the
long distance telephone that her
husband had gone to the city in
his gray Hupmobile roadster.
Morden opened the door Of
Dick kenney's office, stiffened
slightly as he saw the big man
in the well-tailored suit who
turned pale gray eyes upon him
in hostile appraisal.
Dick Kenney, seated behind the
city editors desk, looked from
Morden to the man.
"You wanted to see me-"
Modern asked.
L. Kenney jerked his head toward
the man in the gray suit. "know
this man ?''j he asked. 49,
Morden breathed sigh of re-
lief. Whatever the sQuawk, it
wasn't something which could be
laid to him.
mo" he said blithely, 81 never
saw him in my life"
"Take aV look at this" said
kenney.
The city editor slid card
across the desk. Morden picked
the card up and stared at it. 1t
read simply, Crank p. Cathay-
Investments-Suits 90S First Ma
tional Bank Building, Rivcrvlew."
Morden turned to the man.
you're representing Mr.. Ca
thay?" he asked with peculiar
sinking sensation making itself
manifest in the pit of his stom-
ach.
a." said the man with cold
fury, "am Frank j. Cathay."
:: - Il
There was a moment Of tense
silence in the room. Then the,
city editor looked across at Nor
den and said, "Well?"
Morden shook his head en-
phatically.
"No," he said, "this isn't Ca
thay. They're about the same age
and about the same build but Ca
thay is stopped little bit and
his eyes are a little darker. He's
-"
6" am Frank B. Cathay of
interrupted the man
in a tone which quivcred with
fury. II have already establish