Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1936-11-20

the movement ColweH saw a young
woman in a trim dark suit with a
flaring white bow at her throat, a
fox scarf draped carelessly over
narrow shoulders, a saucy little
monkey hat.
MRS. Mcdonald, Mr.. Colwell.
Wife of Arthur Mcdonald, the
lawyer, Dan"
He bowed and smiled. She was
a stunning woman of twenty-five
or so, a woman he would turn to
watch if he passed her on the street.
Her complexion was creamy, her
mouth small and red and luscious
as those big cherries that come in
spring from California. Under a
fringe of dark hair Colwell found
wide brown eyes that were steady
and warm, interesting eyes that
held his until with a slight sensa-
ton of giddiness, he broke the spell.
She turned to GRADER who had
quickly sat down again. "You're
sure this man is the very best OBJ
tainable
"Sit down, Dan. Amt you the
best private operative in town.
Certainly" He drew up a chair
and lowered his solid five foot ele-
ven frame noiselessly as a cat.
Graber laughed; it sounded a lit
tie forced. He flung a hand in the
direction of two shirtcases strapped
and ready on the floor, with a stiff
leather gun case lying across them.
"See that item about me in the
paper? Pm off to Pennsylvania,
hunting. So you're to report to
Mrs. Mcdonald here direct--phone
| know the case and it's real spe-
cial. She'll tell you as much as she
wants. Now go ahead, Mrs. Nc
Donald. Colwell's your man."
Dan reached to the open humi-
dor on his employers desk and
ignoring Graber's quick scowl, sell
ected a ~perfecto. He pulled the
wrapper off and passed the cigar
back and forth under his nostrils
inhaling its pungent odor. Fifty
cen cigars were beyond the mod
est pay of a private agency sleuth.
Mrs. Mcdonald sat on the edge
of chair, small hands clutching her
gloves, her face very serious and
worried. "I-just can't bring my
self to repeat all the story, Mr.. COL
WE'LL" she said in a rich contrallo.
cts about my husband, you see.
He's-Arthur has a certain prom
inence, as you doubtless know. He
practices criminal law"
Colwell reflected as he inhaled
cigar smoke hat she might, with
out being inaccurate, have termed
Arthur Mcdonald a shyster. "Oh,
your husband is we'll known" he
nodded.
"Well, many of his cases-There
are such rough, greedy men in the
world, aren't there?" the stunning
young woman went on embarras-
sedly. "I-this is no divorce case,
you know. My husband and l are
very happy. But he's in danger.
Someone wants to kill him. He
doesn't know tat least l don't
think So"
She sank back with an appealing
look at Graber. II Just can't talk
about it. Must II" she begged.
Dan knew the woman was act
ing, though she accomplished it
with charm hat would make a nan
ashamed to push her for more de-
tails. She was that steady type of
personality who could speak
straight out easily enough, if she
cared to. But Graber came to the
rescue as she desired. Don't bother
Mrs. Mcdonald. Don't excite your
self. Colwell here asks no questions
lust does what he's told"
"You wish me to shadow your
husband, is that it,"
eyes! Would you? And-protect
him? Learn who is after him and.
of course, keep the rascal from do
ing harm. And maybe turn him
over to the police?"
Pardon me-" Otto Graber inter-
posed quickly, you don't want
that, Pm sure. | mean, not right
off. This is darned unusual, see?"
he explained to Dan, and twisted
the black cioar from one, corner of