The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-04-25

covered the vanished surface of the cheap table. Not more than a fraction of an inch was visible.
 Wait a minute" she said. Let's see what this is."
 She pulled back the edge of the throw, disclosing a sheet of note paper on which had been scrawled a nasty message.
 Norman Happ came to peer over her shoulder. "Bob's handwriting" he said.
 | You're certain?"
 Absolutely. I'd know 1t any where. That's what he came in here for-to leave that note."
 Milicent picked up the note and held it so that they could both read the hastily scrawled lines. The note read:
 You've got to ditch the car. Sergeant Mahoney has the license number. He's got it twisted, but 1t don't be long until he gets the right number. I tried to get a chance to talk with you but they were watch ing me too closely and don't want them to suspect you. So far, you're absolutely above suspicion. NO one suspects anything un- less it's the Murder Girl. I'm going to take care of her. Whats more, I'm going to get that notebook the one that contains Drimgold's confession. That will clean up the last piece of evidence. You ditch the car. Leave the girl to me- Bob."
 Good heavens!' Millicent ex- claimed, then he was mixed up in the Drimgold murder. What mess 1t all isl"
 He may not have been mixed up in the murder" Norman Happ said slowly, but he certainly has cut in on the deal 50 that he's'go- ing to capitalize on 1t. You can leave ito to Bob to know which side of the bread has the butter. He's always looking out for himself" But the woman must have had some man with whom she was working" Millicent pointed out. "She would hardly have committed the murder by herself. She
 Millicent ceased speaking abrupt ly as she realized the import of what she had said. There had, ip- decd, been some man in the build ing at the time of the murder, and that man had been none other than Jarvis c. Happ-the man who had appeared, ostensibly, as 6 benefac- tor but who had, in reality, placed 1 her in such position that she had been exposed to further danger. Whats the matter?" Norman asked, noticing her sudden silence. Nothing" she said. You're nervous" he told her. You ought to get out of here. Let's go. We'll put this note back on the table so that {. " Indeed we won't!' she inter- ruptcd. Well take this note with us. It's a valuable piece of evil dence. Bob Caise will have hard time explaining this to Sergeant Mahoney."
 But" he objected, Bob Caise Is going to get in touch with Phyl- lis Faulconer sooner or later. When he does, he'll ask her about the note. If 1t is missing and she knows nothing about 1t, he'll suspect. :" Millivcnt crossed the room to the writing desk, opened it, took out sheet of note paper and said to Norman, Copy that note. Forge Bob's handwriting as well as you can, but don't be too particular about doing 1t because, if the wom- an becomes suspicious and thinks the handwriting isn't Bobs, she'll give Bob ring and ask him about 1t and he'll tell her that he wrote the note and left 1t there" Norman's eyes sparkled. Smart girl" he said, and reach ed for the piece of note paper. He wrote rapidly. making a cred ible job of forging Bob's hand writing. When he had finished, he put the note back on the table and arranged the throw so that 1t con- cealed the paper.
 Millicent gave last glance about the apartment. nodded to Norman and said, 'I think it's all in order. Let's go."
 She folded the original note and slipped 1t into the purse she was carrying.
 As they moved toward the door of the apartment Norman said thoughtfully, ''Did you notice what Bob said in that note--that he was going to take care of you?"
 "Yes, she said. What do you suppose he meant by 1t.
 His voice was throaty with emo- ton as he said He meant he was going to kll You. That's the only explanation. He's desperate and he's probably armed. He's the type who would stop at nothing-even |.
 He stopped speaking abruptly, reached out and pressed Il detain- ing hand on MillicM1t's arm.
 There XytiA the noise of someone