The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-10-09
Al Modern Murder Story That WH
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CHAPTER III

sliding his fingers up and down the brown wood. Cathay went on, "l have been damaged in an amount that can probably never be com pensated. from financial stand point. However, I shall expect a very material contribution-not SC much because of the money in- volved as because of the moral ef- feet. I intend to deposit your check in the First National bank at Riverview but before have de- posted it I shall see that it is pho- Stographed and facsimile is print ed in The Riverview Daily Press. T
 Kenney's face was savage.
 "You talk like that" he said, ! 'sand it'll be long time before you get a check! You can get a retractien any time you want. There's been mistake made. But there are certain peculiar circum- stances surrounding the making of that mistake. We telephoned your wife for confirmation. She stated that .ou were here in the city: that she didn't know what hotel you were stopping at." { "Quite true," said Cathay.
 By the way" Kenney said with elaborate carelessness, what hotel were you stopping at. Mir Cathay?"
 Cathay snorted "I didn't come here to be insulted still further" he said. "It's none of your business where stayed or what I did! l have told you what I expect. First. shall expect a retraction. After that I shall expect the check"
 He turned on his heel and strode toward the door.
 "Wait a minute,"" Kenney said. Lets get at the bottom of tEis thing. I want you to meet Mir Blocker, the junior partner of the firm which publishes The Blade" |"
 And what do you expect me to say to him?" asked MT Cathay.
 You can tell him just what you've told me-" Kenney said.
 "No, thank you" said Mir Ca- thay frostily. "I have given you my message. My suit for libel will be filed within day or two unless the matter is satisfactorily adjust ed in the meantime. I wish you a very good afternoon"
 The door banged.
 Dick Kenney looked accusinsly at Charles Morden.
 "A hell of a scoop!,' he said sar- castically. "The only newspaper in the city that published it!" ''Itss fishy as hell!" Charles Nor den exploded.
 Kenney pushed back his chair. "You come with me, young man." he said. We're going to see the bosst'
 Dan Blocker, junior publisher of The Blade, was in the late forties. He was thin of frame, sallow ot complexion. His black, smoldering eyes looked up in swift appraisal at the faces of the two men as they entered his private office.
 "Looks serious" he said.
 "It is" Dick Kenney assured him.
 '.Sit down and wait until I fin- fsh these letters," Blocker Snapped. ssx 1ACAuCy dHC MOTueH 1Oun0 chairs. Blocker pulled freshly type written letters into position on his desk, read briefly, drove his pen across the paper with nervous haste. He signed his name in the same manner that he did every thing else-a swiftly nervous man. rer. One gathered that his mind was in a state of perpetual irrita- ton at the inability of the physical environment to keep pace with his Thoughts.
 Blocker showed his, pen across the last of the letters, jabbed a but ton and tall, gaunt young woman strode into the room. She cast an ttppraising glance at. the two men who occupied chairs, picked up the letters and departed.
 As the door closed Dan Blocker turned to the two men. "All right" he said, "what is it?"
 "That Frank B. Cathay story we ran last night" Kenney said.
 What's the matter with it?" asked Blocker.
 "The man who was arrested wasn't Cathay at all."