The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-09-23
OUT Of the NIGHT
Cooyriaht, 1887, NEA Service, Inc.

! the care of permanent wave. A
timetable.
lie laid the empty bag on the
bureau and looked more closely
mt the timetable. Cilly looked at
il too, a little fearfully.
whats thiS?" he asked.
Southern Pacific timetable. Was
Miss Kerr planning any vaca-
tion?"
Southern Pacific" Cilly
thought. why, that goes to :"
With elaborate careiesSness, she
said: Not that know of. sup
pose we all consider a trip to
Hollywood at one time or an
other"
She wasn't really sure that the
Southern Pacific went to Utah.
Hollywood, eh? Well. that
might be No! Here's some
place she's checked off. Blue
fields. BluefeldS, Utah. Ever hear
her mention that"
Cilly's eyes widened. Her heart
ouickened. but she made a des-
ncrate effort to appear casual.
"She never said anything to me
about Utah" she answered. That
was the truth. Amy never had
mentioned it. But the clipping
was from a Bluehelds paper. And
Inns postcard, so perilously close.
What would Dolan say If he
found it under her pillow! de
would know that she had dellber-
ately hidden it. ;,
But fortunately Dolan looked
no further in the bedroom. He
put the timetable into his inner
coat pocket. Cilly knew that ne
would get in touch with the police
at BlueieldS, Utah. He'd cneeS
up with them just as ne planned
TO check at Interlaken, New
Hampshire. -
What would be the outcome!
What mystery would they DIS,
cover in Amy Kerr's past? Would
il affect jim Kerrigan in any
way? Cilly felt certain that IL
couldn't-yet Jim was on his way
10 Utah this very minute. Her
head spun with the ever-lncreas-
ing questions which popped into
her mind.
corooant Dolan was back in
the living room. He looked at the
desk. ANY of Miss Kerr's mater
ial in here" he asked, tapping
it with his pencil.
Cilly shook her head. II offer
ed her this section" she said, IN
dicating the upper right-hand
side, but she has really used the
desk very little. Most of these
things she kept were recipes. She
liked to cook"
Dolan looked the section over.
His eye took in the other sections
of the desk as well, but he made
no attempt to go through them.
Cilly realized that ne was being
exceptionally considerable of her.
Apparently he trusted her, so
far.
He walked over to the bridge
table, looked down at it. Glanced
at the score pad critically. =,
"Who kept scorer" he asked
carelessly. -,
Harry Hutchins. Why?' j..
Cheated his opponents out of
two hundred. Should be l44O here
instead of l240." He grinned.
Even as Cilly considered the
pettiness of Harry Hutchins. she
marveled at Sergeant Dolan's
uuickness in catching the error.
Nothing would escape the man.
Not the slightest thing.
The bridge-table had been set
up against the divan, with three
smaller chairs at the other sides.
Amy had been sitting on the d.
van. Dolan pulled the table out.
He picked up one of the cushions
from the divan.
"Who sat here?" he asked.
"Amy sat there. She and |
were partners. | sat over here"
Dolan reached down and picked
something up, something which
had been tucked under the
cushion.
"She did, en-? What's this little
note? More cheating?"
1t was just scrap of paper
torn from the score-pad. Probably
the top sheet with some old scores
on it, Cilly thought, which they
had neglected to remove.
Then she saw that it was moth
ing so casual TO Sergeant Dolan.