The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-09-23

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 She continued to rummage through the drawers one after ar- other. Sergeant Dolan watched her closely. But they contained only the ordinary run of things.
 Dolan went through the bag, glancing at each item and laying 1t on the bureau. A compact and lipstick. Five dollars and some change. A handbook. Gle noticed that 1t showed a balance of over two hundred dollars, made up of small, fairly regular deposits. That was not unusual for a girl with @ good job.) A booklet on the care of a permanent wave. A timetable.
 He laid the empty bag on the bureau and looked more closely at the timetable. Cilly looked at 1t too, a little fearfu)ly.
 What's this?" he asked. South ern Pacific timetable. Was Miss Kerr planning any vacation?"
 Southern Pacific" Cilly thought. "Why, that goes to ."
 With elaborate carelessness, she said: Not that know of. I sup- pose we all consider trip to Holly wood at one time or another"
 She wasn't really sure that the Southern Pacific went to Utah.
 Hollywood, eh? Well, that might be Nol Here's some place she's checked off. Bluefields. Blueflelds, Utah. Ever hear her mention thatp"
 Cilly's eyes widened. Her heart quickened, but she made desperate effort to appear casual.
 "She never said anything to me about Utah." she anwsered. That was the truth. Amy never had mem toned 1t. But the clipping was from Bluefield paper. And Jim's post card, so perilously close.
 What would Dolan say if he found 1t under her pillow? He would know that she had deliberately hid den 1t.
 But fortunately Dolan looked no further in the bedroom. He put the into his inner coat pocket. Cilly knew that he would get in touch with the police at Blueflelds, Utah. He'd check up with them just as he planned to check at Inter. laken, New Hampshire.
 What would be the outcome? What mystery would they discover in Amy Kerr's past? Would 1t af- feet Jim Kerrigan in any way? Cilly felt certain that 1t couldn't-yet Jim was on his way to Utah this very Her head spun with the ever increasing questions which popped into her mind.
 Sergeant Dolan was back In the living room. He looked at the desk. Any of Miss Kerr's material in here2" he asked tapping 1t with his pencil.
 Cilly shook her head. T offered her this section," she said, indicat- ing 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 he was being eX- ceptionally considerate of her. Ap- parently he trusted her, 50 far.
 He walked over to the bridge table, looked down at 1t. Glanced at the score pad critically.
 "Who kept scorer" he asked care leSsly.
 Harry Hutchins. Why2"
 Cheated his opponents out of two hundred. She be 1440 here instead of 1240." He grinned.
 Even aS Cilly considered the pet tiness of Harry Hutchins, she mar veled at Sergeant Dolans quickness 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 small CT chairs at the other sides. Amy had been sitting on the divan. 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 I were partners. I sat over here"
 Dolan reached down and picked something up, something which had been tucked under the cushion.
 "She did, eh? Whats this little note? More cheating?"
 
 It was just scrap of paper torn from the score-pad. Prboably the top sheet with some old scores on 1t, Cilly thought which they had neglected to remove.