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4 SEARCHING FOR MARGALO
| YOUNGER'S MURDERER.
| Mrs. Peoples and / glanced at each
other. then perused the note again.
She was the first to speak. You're
going to ask me when this came. It
was about 1880. for I thought it was
Miss Younger at the door, and that
she had forgotten her key. took
the telegram in, signed for it. and
laid it there on the tray. Then I
went back to my room to wait some
more. In a while = was sleepy so I
drowsed off,"
One-thirty. After the murder had
been committed. The murderer had
probably dashed off the note on a
typewriter. found a telegram enve-
lope, and boy to send the message.
picked up the envelope. and
glanced at it. Yes. it was a regula-
ton envelope. but the name and ad-
dress were pasted inside the small
thin. transparent opening. This
made it seem like telegram. In
deed, I myself had been shocked
when I had opened it. I expected to
see bit of yellow paper in my
hand. Instead my fingers had come
out with a slip of white paper,
folded neatly under the short, pert
message.
felt inside to be sure the address
was pasted on. It was. The enve-
lope must have been taken apart,
and then put together again. 1t was
addressed to Miss Margalo Younger,
1909 Fifth avenue, New York City,"
T "A regular boy brought it. at least
I think he was. He had a cap on,
with sign. They usually telephone
messages here, but I supposed that
at night. they sent kilograms instead
At least that's what I thought" Mrs.
Peoples was saying.
I put the envelope on the tray,
with. the note beside it. The police
would want it. A good clue. Then
bidding Mrs. Peoples goodby, I
left. She wanted to go to the under
taking establishment, but 1 per-
,suaded her to stay until the police
came.
The elevator boy came after a
short wait, and I asked him whether
he had at any time in the evening
brought up a messenger boy to Miss
Younger's apartment. He said he
had not. No kilograms had come
during the night. / believed him.
Whoever the messenger boy was,
knew now that he had climbed 10
flights Of stairs to get to ATargalo's
apartment The boy claimed, too,
that no one could get in the apart
ment house at night after IL, except
by ringing the front doorbell. Ex-
cept folk who lived there. They had
keys.
The bell in the elevator buzzed,
and red light showed on the board.
Someone was below. When we
reached the street floor, Keyes was
Standing pressing the bell. His eye
shrows went up as he saw me.
you. Maughan?" he said rather
:sagcastica1ly.
Eyes I've been doing little work
on nay own. There's a good clue
waiting for you upstairs"
Remember I'll be seeing you at
noon in my Office he said as the lift
whizzed him and three of his fellows
up out Of my sight.
Things were little straighter in
my head as walked away from the
big white stone building. Roy Barri-
more was assuming gigantic proper
tons. Also the ruby.
But first had better go home, get
a bath. and an hours sleep. I had
two appointments: The one of
Which Keyes had just reminded me.