Nogales international., 1935-12-21


How about the gIoves?" The
detective spoke eagerly. "Any clue
to who owns them"
Again 1 couldn't swear to it,"
the expert said, mot without trying
them on all the men here. But per-
sonally, I've little doubt about the
only pair of hands here with such a
wide palm and short pudgy fingers
that could wear a seven and three
quarters comfortably"
Who do they belong to, John
SOM" asked Rankin.
Harvey Willard, Tommy-Mrs.
Rowland's brother, who, I under
stand, denies ever going into that
Toom."
The furor Rankin expected the
death of Barbara Keith to produce
was fully realized in the early edi-
tions of Thursdays papers. They
made capital of the crime in black
screaming headlines; and half of
every front page in the city devoted
Gtself as much to the facts behind
Mrs. Rowland's suit as to the mur-
der. There were articles about the
manufacturers business success and
social position; and 1t was recalled,
with some relish. that before her
marriage Mrs. Keith was Barbara
WEBB, an unknown manicurist in 4
beauty shop in Detroit.
Yet the dearth Of really material
anfOrmation about the dead woman
or her life was Immediately and sig
niicantly apparent. The detective
fead the accounts at breakfast.
b, AT his desk II the CeQtrl Qetee-
tive Bureau, Captain Thomas greet
ed Rankin from behind his news
paper.
Any news, captain% the latter
asked his superior. "Have you any
word from Gordon or a message
from Mr.. Keith from Washington"
mo, l haven't seen Gordon this
morning" Thomas replied, "and
Mr.. Keith hasn't shown up or got
in touch with us.
At that instant, Johnson entered
with some papers and addressed
Rankin eagerly.
Il think I've made a discovery,
Tommy" he declared. ''I've just
finished comparing the prints l
took with those | found. There's
one, set that doesn't belong to any
one in the Office yesterday and can't
be explained in any reasonable
way"
"a strange set2" But what good
- L. oobA Aa11 he
longs to2"
That's Just it, I've been able to
trace them"
The expert paused dramatically
and Rankin asked, who was it?"
"In our hands several times"
Johnson announced triumphantly.
mitch Riley, alias Tony Lynch,
alias half dozen other names"
1t was Rankin's turn to become
excited.
Mitch Riley?" Recognition rang
in his startled tone. Thug, second
story man and rumrunner. Are you
positive there's no mistake, John
son?"
Johnson extended the paper he
had brought. "Here, you can see
for yourself the prints are Identical >
From personal encounters, the
detective was acquainted with Mitch
Riley, Originally he came from
New York, hoodluHl, ex-pug and
jack of many crimes His criminal
career began fifteen years before.
His photographs disclosed typi-
cal felon's features, with a bullet
head, low forehead and closely
cropped brown hair. He was about
thirty-hve, he had a fiat nose and
heavy lips. He was strongly built,
broad-shouldered and, according to
the record, six feet tail. Even Ran
kin's inexpert eye could note the
similarity of the finger patterns
Johnson was comparing.
ct looks damn suspicious" Ran
kin commented grimly. "He must
be brought in to explain, if we have
to turn the whole city inside out to
locate him."
Before they could depart, The de-
4ective Gordon arrived to prcser*
the results of his hunt for Hugh
Campbell. Finally he had located
him at the exclusive and ornate St.
Andrew Hotel, on Broad Street.
From the registry, it appeared
Campbell lad been stopping there
for two weeks-ever since Friday,
May Goth. The difficulty now was
ahat ne had not been seen since he
went out yesterday; he had not re-
tnrned TO the hotel last Night. At