The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-05-07
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SYNOPSIS
MII,LICENT GRAVES, secre-
farv 20 GEORGE DRIMGOLD,
Rnfls her employer in his Office
dead. JARVIS HAPP, a stranger
offers to help her. He sends her
to beauty shop where she Is
transformed into brunei, then
takes her home, introducing her
as his secretary. She meets
Happ's son, NORMAN; his step
son, ROBERT CAISE; MRS
HAPP: DICK GENTRY, Happ's
partner; VERA DUCHENE, Mrs
Happ's maid.
In Happ's home Millicent sees
the mysterious ''woman in black
erInine,' whom she believes has
some connection with DrimgOld's
death.
The chauffeur is found dead.
Later Happ is kidnapped.
MiIicent and Norman learn the
car driven by the woman in err
mine belongs to PHYLLIS
FAULCONER. They go to her
apartment, find the missing suit
case of books showing shortage
OF 100000 in Gentry's accounts.
MiIlicent and Norman leave
and later return. Norman goes in
first. When he does not reappear
Milicent enters. The place Is in
wild disorder. A policeman ar
rives. Milliccnt escapes.
She goes to nearby garage,
asks to see Phyllis FaulcOner's
car and goes to the second floor.
grabs her arm.
CHAPTER XLIV
Millicent's scream was swal-
lowed up in the vast emptiness of
the dark concrete room with its
parked automobiles. gloomy. SIMS
ter and silent, as sole witness to
that which was taking place.
The mans hand that had clutch
ed her shoulder held her in vice.
like grip. She screamed again. claw
ed at the mans wrist. AS we'll have
tried to claw at one of the concrete
supports of the big garage.
She tried to bite but could not
get her teeth around far enough to
catch the wrist. She felt the man S
other hand clamp about her own
wrist, suddenly felt the bite of steel
and heard the ominous click Of
handouts.
you're under arrest, Phyllis
Fauic6ner," mans voice said,
land anything you say will be used
against you"
Half an hour before the sound of
the voice would have filled Milli-
cent with dread. Now she gave a
quick gasp of relief. The voice
was that of Detective Buchanan.
She whirled around in the seat.
"You!" she exclaimed.
Detective Buchanan moved with
deft skill, pinioned her other wrist,
snapped the other wristlet of steel
about it.
att happens, he said. that I'm
Detective Buchanan from head
quarters. I've been trailing you for
some little time. Let's have look
at you and see if you're the same
person think you are"
Her eyes were blinded by the
sudden glitter of flashlight. She
heard Buchanan's exclamation.
"Good heavens!" he said, $50
you're Phyllis Faulconer!"
''No, I'm not"
He laughed sarcastically and said
sYou can do a lot of explain
ing, young lady, before you talk
yourself out of this mess. ! knew
for quite a while that Phyllis Faul-
coner must be someone who had
access to the Happ residence, but
I'll admit that you certainly had
me fooled. That trick of yours of
giving Sergeant Mahoney the IL
cense number of your own auto
mobile was one of the cleverest
lodges 1 have ever known in all
my years of trailing crooks. You
certainly pulled a fast one.
ST suppose you thought he
couldn't remember the license
number of the automobile, but
that's where he fooled you. He's
trained himself to remember lie
ense numbers. Later on he pre-
tended that he'd only partially re-
membered the number, transposing
the figures and asking questions of
everyone so that the real owner
would figure he was not on the
trail and try to dispose of the au-
tomobile or conceal it somewhere.
when he figured he had the