The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1937-01-14

day. Had that gray, ironed face
ever shown a sparkle, a dimple, a
smile? Bessie" I began at once,
"you look tired to DEATH" And
then as though Sarah had said
nothing to me, "Do you sleep
well?"
mot so very well, Mrs. Avery"
Bessie answered.
Its the shock, Bessie" I ex-
planned it to her. 81 feel better but
l am by no means myself yet. So
don't be surprised that you are so
broken"
mo, Mrs. Avery" Bessie said
stonily, sit doesn't surprise me-"
Bessie" I suggested, would
you like to go away for a week or
two? I think a change would do
you good"
Bessie's steely mask fared with
panic. "Oh no, Mrs. Avery!" she
demonstrated in a frightened voice.
"Oh no! I don't want to go away
from here. I can't go away from
here. / can't can't!"
"You don't have to go, Bessie"
l soothed, eff you don't want to
go. But somehow, I thought you'd
like change"
Again panic flared in Bessie.
"But I'm going to ask Doctor
Geary to call today" / promised
hastily. Hell give you something
that will make you Sleep"
I'D like that, Mrs. Avery" Bes-
sic declared almost inaudibly.
had scarcely finished telephon-
ing the Geary house when the po-
lice car curved into the drive.
Take me where we can talk
alone, Mary" Patrick said. I led
him to the piazza which looked to-
ward the Spinney. "By God, Mary,
I'm in jam!" Patrick said as he
seated himself in the broad Glou-
cester hammock. 81 might have
to arrest Margaret Fairweather.
And anyway, I've got to put a
watch on her house,
ooh mol" burst from me invol-
UNFAIRLY.
That's the way I feel about It'll"
Patrick commented grimly.
ct would kill Flora if Margaret
was arrested"
''That's the way I feel about it"
Patrick repeated, more grinly
still.
"Queer I never thought of her
when Tony told me about the tall
woman in dark clothes. You thought
of her at once, didn't you?"
At first I did not reply. Then I
said, How did you know that?"
Because later, when I thought
of it myself, I could remember
your face. I realized that you'd
thought of it. Not that either of us
said anything"
He paused for a moment. "Per-
haps I could fix it to let Margaret
stay in her own home for a while.
I could detail car to saunter up
and down the cliff-without rails
ing suspicion, I guess"
''But you haven't any real evil
dence on Margaret" I remonstrat-
ed.
sit is a little negative, I'll adj
NIT. But here you are. No woman
left the masquerade until long aft
er midnight-with the exception of
Molly Eames-Molly Treadway, I
mean. Molly left with Walter. No
other woman came over to the
Head that night. There was no
other woman at home that night on
the Head-except Flora and Mar
garet Fairweather and Hannah.
One of my men called with his wife
on Hannah last night. He called,
of course, because I sent him, but
Hannah doesn't know that. Natur-
ally they talked about nothing but
the murder. He established that
Hannah spent the whole evening
with Flora. Margaret slept, as she
frequently does, downstairs on the
porch. Hannah said that Margaret
went to bed early because she was
so tired. Hannah sleeps on the
porch outside Flora's chamber.
Now as soon as Hannah was asleep
why couldn't Margaret have slipped
out quietly from the piazza to meet
Ace Blake in the Spinney?"
fBut what would she want
to meet Ace for?" I queried me-
chemically.
Patrick did not answer me. But
he looked at me. I made no COM
ment. But l looked at him. I'm
said things began to whirl in the
air about us. And then I heard
an automobile crunching up the
drive.
''Miss Fairweather is here, Mrs.
Avery" Sarah Darbe announced
from the doorway. "She says she
would like to see you and Mr..
O'Brien."
My thoughts began to spin. I
made up my mind to say nothing
about Hannah'S nap.