The Washington times., 1934-12-01

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Carey assured me. "She think!
I'm the loyal brother-Paddy
couldn't have told her much about
me-and I'll handle her. You hav
ing her shadowed?"
1 said: "YeS-eVer since she wa.
was turned loose. She was picked
up the same day Flora and PogS
and Red were grabbed, but We
hadn't anything on her except
that she had been Paddy's lady
love, so I had her sprung. How
much dope did you get out Of
her?"
Descriptions of Papadoodle anc
Nancy Regan, and that's all. She
don't know any more about them
than I do. Where does this Regar
girl fit IMP"
Hardly any, except that she
might lead us to Papadopoulos
She was Reds girl. It was keep
ing Q date with her that upset the
game. When PapadapouloS wrig
gled out he took the girl with him
L don't know why. She wasn't In
on the Stick-ups."
"Are we teamed?" he asked o.
he picked up his hat.
IF you turn in Papadopoulos I'll
sec that you get every nickel
you're entitled to-" replied. "And
I'll give you q clear field won't
handicap you with too much Of an
attempt to keep my eyes on your
actions"
Queer Doings
Calling the late Taylor New
halls office on the phone, was
told that II I wanted any infor
nation about his affairs l should
try his country residence, some
miles south of San Francisco.
tried it. A ministerial voice that
said it belonged to the butler told
me that Newhall's attorney
Franklin Ellert, was the person
I should see. I went over tc
Ellert'S office.
He was a nervous, irritable old
man with a lisp and eyes thai
stuck out with blood pressure.
"Is there any reason" asked
point-blank, "for suppoSing that
Newhall's murder was anything
more than a Mexican bandit out
burst? Is it likely that he was
killed purposely, and not resisting
capture?"
Lawyers don't like to be ques
toned. This one sputtered and
made faces at me and let his eyes
stick out still further and, Of
course, didn't give me an answer
How? How?" he snapped dis
agreeably. "Exthplain your mean
ing, thir!"
He glared at me and then al
the desk, pushing papers around
with excited hands. as if he were
hunting for a police whistle.
told my Story-told him about
Tom-Tom Carey.
Ellert sputtered some more. de-
manded, What the devil do you
mean?" and made a complete
tumble of the papers on his desk
IT don't mean anything"
groWled back. I'm just telling
you what was said"
"Yeth! Yeth! know" He
stopped glaring at me and ms
voice was less peevish. Blu
there ith abtholutely no reathon
for thuthpecting anything Of the
thort. None at all, thir, none at
ALL"
MAYBE you're right I turned
to the door. But I'll poke into
it a little anyway"
"Wait! Wait" He scrambled
out of his chair and ran around
the desk to me. II think you
are mithtaken, but If you are
going to invethtigate it I would
like to know what you dithcoVer
Perhaps you'd better charge me
with your regular fee for what
ever ith done, and keep me IN
formed Of your progreth. Thatith
factory?"
I said it was, came back to his
desk and began to question MIN
There was, as the lawyer had
said, nothing in Newhall's affairs
to stir US up. The dead man
was several times a millionaire
with most of his money in mines
He had inherited nearly half MS
money. There was no shady
practice, no claim-jump1ng, no
trickery In his past. no enemies
He was . widower with one
daughter. She had everything
she wanted while he lived, ano
she and her father had been very
fond of one another. He had
gone to Mexico with a party OF
mining men from New York who
expected to sell him some prop
erty there. They had been at
tackled by bandits, had driven
them off, but NeWhall and a
geologist named Parker had been
killed during the fight.
Back in the office. I wrote a
telegram to our Los Angeles
branch, asking that an operative
be sent to Nogales to pry into
Newhall'S killing and Tom-Tom
Carey'S affairs. The clerk to
whom I gave it to be coded and
sent told mo the Old Man wanted
to see me. I went into his office
and was introduced to a short
rolly-polly man named Hook.
"Mr. HOOK" the Old Man said
is the proprietor Of a restaurant
in Saucalito. Last Monday he
employed a waitress named Nelly
Riley. She told him she had
come from Los Angeles. Her de