The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-05-25
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brat"
Bob was down the stairs in al
instant, and as he ran toward Sy'
bill, the fury in his face was ever
greater than hers, and he woulc
have struck her down if Kennedy
had not held him from behind.
"O'Brien," Kennedy said to one
of the officers. "take Miss Hendry
home. She's overweight, Tn
afraid"
His tone was quiet, but it sug'
gested no tenderness. OBrien
bundled Sybil Hendry into hel
coat with scant ceremony and car.
ried her to the police car in front
of the house.
Kennedy turned to Bob. Sup
pose we go upstairs now, Mr.. An
drews," he suggested, without fur
Their mention of the incident.
When the two men were seated
together, the door closed behind
them, Bob brought out copies of
the newspaper reports on the Bar
rett case which Dorothy had given
him. He would proceed with Ken.
nedy, he planned, as Dorothy had
with him. Her arguments had been
so logical, the way she presented
them.
"These are copies of the Thorn
as Barrett case in San Francisco,
Mr.. Kennedy" he explained.
Kennedy looked surprised.
where did you get them?"
miss Starke happened to have
them :"
"Indeedp Kennedy looked them
over. How long has Miss Starke
had them?" he asked.
For several weeks, | believe.
You see-well, Miss Barrett has
been tortured by the memory of
the case, particularly now that we
plan to be married. She thought
1t might disturb me. And Miss
Starke had these copies made, she
told me, so that she might study
the case herself and find a loop
hole to set Joan's mind at
peace, she said"
Kennedy smiled. miss Starke
is quite an optimist, l should say"
Il think she's found something,
Kennedy" Bob insisted. Read
the story over, please"
"You think it has bearing on
this case?"
Definitely
Kennedy read the papers slowly
and thoughtfully. Bob sat silent
ly, an agony of suspense tearing
him apart. He smoked continu-
ously, lighting one cigaret from
the stub of the other.
81 see one curious thing" Ken
nedy noted finally.
What's that?"
This fellow Norton seemed to
have been on the job at that time
Bob's heart leaped for JOY:
"You noticed that" he CRIED. Il
read the whole story over twice
before | saw it :"
"Miss Starke called it to your
attention."
eyes, she did. And this is what
she suggested further ~ He
went on to point out that IN each
case the murder was committed
for a large sum of money uneX-
pectedly on hand. 1t was Norton,
he emphasized, who was respon-
sible for the money being in Mr..
Hendry's possession, since Norton
had promoted the sale of the mine
for cash.
"Wait a moment" Kennedy in
terrupted. by your own story,
Norton went to town with you on
the ll:l0 train
II know. I've checked on that.
Look at this From his inner
pocket he took out Green Hills
local timetable. 1.-THE ll:lO gets
into Penn Station at IL pa. There
is another train out at Il 81 which
gets to Green Hills at II AS. Nor
ton could have left me and taken
the next train back. He could
have walked from the station to
this house in three minutes, at the
most ~
eve have the word of the room
clerk at Norton's hotel" Kennedy
remarked, "that Norton called for
the key of his room at exactly
1l:27."
Bob's face dropped. He consid-
cred this new abb for a moment,
desperation written in every fea-
ture.
"Norton's stopping at the Penn
sylvania," he cried suddenly. "He
could have gotten his key at ~
and still caught the IL 81: It's
just across the street. ="
Kennedy rubbed his chin
thoughtfully.
at makes sense, all right" he
admitted.
A moment later, he went into
Mr.. Hendry's bedroom next door,
picked up the phone beside the
bed and called the hotel. .
'Iet me speak to Mr.. Norton y
Bob heard him say. "Mr. Charles
Norton"
He waited for several minutes.
Then: ale doesn't answer, Ell?
Well, let me talk to Lang. Yes.
Hello. Say, Lang, | don't want the
fellow Norton to get away. Keep
an eye on him, will you?"
He replaced the phone on its
hook and returned to Bob.
Morton assured us that We
could reach him at the hotel for
the next week or two" he re-
marked. Hes probably out for
the moment. However, well talk
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