The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-06-11

I "All right, all right. now you've got me. Where do we SC from here?" demanded Michael. Mot that I put much stock in this inheritance yarn. It sounds flshy. Nobody" he added with a darkening face, lever gave me a penny. It sounds like a pipe | dream"
 Its no pipe dream if we're the sole heir of Francis Albert Drayton Heatheroe," pronounced the detective with unction. "He was the younger son of lord. Put that in your pipe and smoke lit! His older brother inherited the place seems like they're partly English. They've hold ings', the solicitor feller said, in English. too. Anyhow in June this older brother died. He was, ;" said the detectives consulting a slip of paper he had flshed from his wallet. named Hilary Edward Heatheroe, Lord Garden"
 Something flashed across Mi- chaePs face, hitherto dark and unresponsive.
 "Ah, we've heard that name be- fore, I'll be bound" murmured MT. Malley triumphantly. He was finding this client an extreme ly irritating subject. What he expected he could not have said, but something like enthusiasm, at least. It wasn't every day in the week, he told himself, that you walked up to feller and told him he had come into a castle and title and God knows what all. Not that it meant much on this side of the pond; titles were going begging. from all he'd heard. Still it was something. Funny this kid couldn't seem to get the idea.
 "I have heard it before," Mi- chael said slowly. There was a crest-on a scrap of paper in my fathers collar box. remember asking about it when I was a kid. My father said. I remember, that the Gardens had always had it. since the Wars of the Roses or something"
 "He died = when ?" queried Mir, Gerhardt who had been silent up to this very moment. Michael stared at him, consideringly.
 "When was 10. My mother a year later. was raised = I grew up, I mean--on the place."
 "well, that's the story" fn- ished MT. Malley with relish. "Now we can turn ye over to Mis- ter James William Downrigg of London, and collect ours. It's been a long drag Tom," he told his partner, "but we always get our man."
 Gerhardt nodded. They both eyed Michael curiously.
 Malley rose with some cere- mony. "Well, we'll get in touch with Downrigg tonight. He's at the Waldorf. Don't go away, young feller-"
 Michael grinned. T won't. pal. Thanks for the trouble"
 That's the stuff" Malley's great paw came out and whacked the tweed-covered shoulder re- soundingly. "Sure, it wouldn't be natural 1T yo QldnC get a KICK out of it. And the papers will have it tomorrow, I'll be bound. Or the next day anyway. Yell have reporters on yer doorstep"
 A shadow crossed the young mans face.
 "Ye don't like the notion much ?"
 Not reporters = no. A nui- sance."
 Well, we'll, it's all in the days work" averred MT. Malley com fortably. ''If they should happen to ask = and they will. no doubt about it = mention our names Malley x Gerhardt, Second Ma tional Bank Building, Omaha, Nebraska. We always get our man."
 Presently they left in a cab or- dered over Michael's telephone. The young man watched them stow their plump, satisfied selves away in it. There was a puzzled look, almost a disturbed one, on his sunburned face.
 Then Michael went into the shabby living room where riding