The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1934-05-08
CHAPTER XXXYII

Lets 60 back and begin ct the
beginning. I've told you already
about this poor fish Fowler, Gro
zier's private secretary-how he
acted on orders from his boss BY
long distance, when Mrs. Crozier's
wireless came into the Office yester-
day, took the cash to the pier to pay
the duty on the emeralds, and left It
with them and Miss Fenno and your
SON and . safe-deposit husky in .
taxi"
"A guard, I think you said, from
the Gotham Safe Deposit Com
pany--"
That's the first catch. There
sin't no such animule."
"There was no such guard?"
mo such safe-deposit concern
not in the wide world, much less in
New York City. Fowler. Of course.
knew that"
Showing that he was in on the
plot!"
Proving worse than that; any
how. pointing to wickeder conclu-
sions. It turns out that Fowler had
everything all set to take it on the
lam last night in his own automo-
bile-blow out Of town for parts I'M
known. We have found out that he
went back to his fiat, told his wife
he'd had hurry call from old In
mes Crozier to meet him in Chicago,
packed . bag, and lit out like ali
possessed. A little while later he
gets his car out-tells the garage
attendant he's going to spend the
night with . friend in the country.
All we know about his movements
between that time and near mid
night il that he went some place
to some speak-easy, for I bet-and
hoisted IN . skinfu1. About twelve
o'clock he parks his car in Fifty
fifth just OF Broadway, and blows
into the Haymow all lit up and
wild-eyed."
"'The Haymow'?"
"Night-club in the Bellamy Hotel
the toughest joint in town. bar
none. Seems Fowler's had . crush
on cutie in the Haymow show for
months-he's been hanging round
the dump 80 steady everybody
knows him-and life to him, with
his nose SO wet, amt worth the liv-
ing unless this particular moll will
chuck it all and 60 to share his lot in
the sticks-wherever he thought he
was heading. He was right, 1t
that" the detective dourly con-
cluded; "his life wasn't worth liv.
Ing; 50, about one A. NJ. Fowler
ceased to live It"
"Suicide?"
"It amounted to that when he
bulged into the Haymow again after
being nudged out once By the
bouncer. It seems his girl-friend
told him he could 60 roll his hoop
the back-country was all right in
It's place, but she wasn't taking any;
and Fowler got mutinous. So they
threw him out. In ten minutes or
80 he ambles back, asking for more
and gets it-talks large and loose
till the Haymow's home team Of 60
rillas edged him into the wash-room
pumps him full Of lead. and dis
perses."
"They murdered him!"
"How old-fashioned that soundslo
Crane unused. "But ! know what
you mean, and you're right. Fowler
knew too much and let out too much
in his liquor. So they gave him
some pills to stop him from splut-
tering information all over. Prob
abilities are. he was due to get the
dose in . day or 50, anyway; he sim
ply made them give It to him, the
foolish way he acted. before they
were ready"
"Are you telling me, my friend,
you believe this Haymow crew had
knowledge Of the kidnaping?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling
you. Listen: The Haymow's just =
side-show Of the Bellanny, hang out
Of the hardest mob in town. Il they
figured they had to bump Fowler OF!
on the premises, it's moral he had
'em pretty desperate. They'd have
stood . lot to stave OF what . kill
ing meant to their show-that the
police would Be obliged 70 net, even
II they didn't want 70, pile right u
and take possession. Anyway, that's
what happened. There was any
number 81 plain-clothes bulls and
Federal dicks seeded in the grill
room crowd. rs usual, and the gun
play IN the wash-room was their
signal to get active. Inside fifteen
minutes there WAS . Gordon around
the hotel that . mouse couldn't hAvo