Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-02-07

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q lot of information I'm hankerin'
after still. He turned aside. "Bv
the way. Beef" he called across
the room.
The Sergeant's mouth was run
OF rabbit pie. but he made some
answering sound.
"Have you looked up the record
of our next witness Fellowes,
the chauffeur"
The Sergeant swallowed So vio-
lently that his throat seemed to
distend like q chickens. .9Rec-
ord?" he said. "What record 2"
1.-The criminal record, Of course"
said Lord Simon, who seemed ia
enjoy DESIGNATING the Sergeant.
Didn't know e 'ad one" said
the latter sullxily.
There! It's q good thing I
have Butterfield with me. He was
able to discover that Fellowes did
a stretch Of 18 months in prison
four years ago, for burglary. vio-
lent sort Of business, gather"
"Can't know everything" mum
bled Sergeant Beef. ''And It 'asn't
got nothink to do with the case,
anyway" he added.
Lord Simon shrugged. Beef
Of the evening, beautiful Beef"
he murmured.
I moved across to M. Picon.
The little man was munching hap
PLY, and quite telated. could not
remember him enjoying meal be-
fore this, and was delighted to
see the color rising to his ovine
cheeks.
whatever else that Mademoi-
selle Storey may be-" he said. "she
is an artistic"
I hesitated to explain that with
that term in our mixed language
he had accused her of activities
on the music hall stage, and
nodded appreciatively.
"Are you beginning to get the
hang of this AFFAIR."" I asked.
"Get the hang 2" He laughed
outright. "That is good phrase!
But it is not Papa Picon who will
get the hang Pas du tout"
IT mean, do you understand it
YETI"
II will tell you. T see more
light. But what is that? A mote.
A black spot. All is not I'M
clouded. But alIonS, mon ami.
All in good time. I, Amer Picon,
have said so. And, presently, you
will say-.Ah, why have I not
seen that?'"
That's good. But tell me, Mon
sieur Picon, what did you mean by
asking Stall where the screams
came from? I thought that was
such an extraordinary question"
IAN idea, no more. Just little
idea Quite small. Quite little.
But, voyonS. We shall see. Some
times even Amer Picon has an
idea, no? Very childish, very
simple. perhaps. But still an
idea"
And that was all I could get
out Of him. Mgr. Smith, on the
other hand, talked quite readily.
though I could not call him i'm
o rm a tive. Finding myself
plunged into this role of inquiring
and credulous fool, to whom the
great Investigators would voice
their conundrums, I resolved to
make the best Of it, and see
whether he would add to my be-
wilderment, or elucidate it.
"It's simple enough so far as IL
has gone, but like all mysteries.
it has not gone far enough. Don't
you see that that is what is al
ways puzzling-the case half
stated, the character Uniformed?
The werewolf was the most terri
flying creature in mythology be-
cause It was half a man. The
centaur was a horror because he
was half a beast. The trouble
with most modern thought is that
it Is lf-hearted -" o.
"But Monsignor Smith" I in
terrupted, fearing that he might
continue in this strain all the eve
ming, "who do you think it was
that actually used that weapon Z"
thought my question was as di-
rect as it could be, and must sue
coed in securing as fiat an answer.
"Oh, that's easy enough" came
the calm reply. 'But we are try
ing to discover who killed MrA
: ITO Be Continued,