Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1937-02-25
THURSDAY-Continued


edge-n nothing about Myron Marden
and his granddaughter. had ac-
cepted them on their face value.
I had accepted them on the &C
ceptance of Ace Blaikie and Bruce
Hexson. But now I recalled to my
self how easily friendships were
made between men who were in the
World war out of nothing !. {.
out of anything I. feeting as a
whisper strong as iron cables
=. Yet every instinct had, ev-
cry intuition, every ounce of that
judgment which comes from expert
ence of the world kept telling me,
kept shouting to me that these two
were everything I thought they were.
That last feeling arose so strong
1y in me when Myron Marden soon
entered the room that again the
tears pricked for salty instant in
my eyes. He came Immediately
over to my chair, bowed in his court
1y continental way over my hand,
turned with a Good morning, Mr..
O'Brien!" to Patrick.
had not seen him since the fu-
neral. I noted how pale and tired
he was then. This day he looked
ravaged.
won't you sit down." I asked.
Doctor Marden did not sit down.
He stood-his whole graceful easy
length subtly emanating question
and looked at Patrick:
Patrick, who had risen as he en-
tered and was still standing, steadi-
ly returned that gaze. Rarely have
I seen a greater contrast in men.
Marden exuded that unanalyzable
suggestion, alien in manner and
clothes, which expatriates so often
acquire unconsciously; his deep
dark coloring; his distinguished, ir-
regular aquilinity; Patrick with his
perfect athletes figure, so light in
pose, so perfect In poise and bal
ance, his sun-shot Irish coloring,
his regular Celtic features.
Patrick explained, 81 want to ask
you some questions, Doctor Mar
den. I ventured to suggest that
you come here as I have been US
ing Mrs. Avery's home as sort of
annex to the police station. 1t
makes the whole business little
less unpleasant and we have no
kibitzers. You realize that more
evidence in this Blaikie case comes
in from time to time. Then we
have to go over what everybody
else has said and check up. 1
wanted to ask you few more
questions in regard to Mrs. Slows
masquerade"
"Quite!" Doctor Marden assent
ed. He sat down.
IT must tell you, Doctor Mar
den," Patrick added, thrusting his
keenest glance across the space
between them, "that in case of sus-
picion being turned upon you, any,
thing you say here may be held
against you and that there is a
witness present"
Doctor Marden made a depreca-
tory gesture outward of his long,
slender hands. "Ask me anything
you want, Mr.. O'Brien. I shall
avail myself of your suggestion and
answer only the questions I wish
to answer"
I became conscious of mounting
excitement. Everybody else who
had submitted to Patrick's inter-
rogatories under my roof Sarah
Darbe, Bessie Williams, Molly
Eames, Walter Treadway, Marga-
ret F'airweather-had said in effect:
"Ask me anything you want. I
shall tell the whole truth
Perhaps Doctor Marden felt that
he had made false step; for he
Immediately added, II have no an
ticipation that you will ask me any
question that / shall not prefer to
answer fully"
doctor Marden," Patrick began,
sat what time did you go to the
masquerade"
Somewhere between half-past
nine and ten," Doctor Marden an
swered.
Glow did you get there? By
carr"
''No. It was such a beautiful
night and as there is only concrete
road between our house and the
Stow house, my granddaughter
suggested that we walk. Besides
she thought that there might be
some difficulty in parking"
"What time did you get homer"
II left earlier than my grand
daughter. Half-past twelve I should
say"
doctor Marden, between the
time you arrived and the time you
went home, did you leave the Stow
house?"
Doctor Marden answered instant
ly, Eyes"
"Why did you leave it,"
"Well, for no reason or several,
just as you choose. I am not much
of dancing man, Mr.. O'Brien, and
after I'd been there about an hour,
/ began to find it very hot and also
! wanted smoke"
He smiled and Patrick met his