The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1938-01-20

III. SIlOWGd lllC piiS 0~iAN
where the silver was, forgot the
keys and left them in the doors. |
remembered them in the middle of
a movie, came home, went upstairs
very quiet and got them. The man
who was to move the silver to the
old limousine was waiting In my
room. While you were all laughing
and eating downstairs | let him
through into the Other House by the
upper connecting door. He took the
stuff through your house-the Japs
were out, and pretended to 60 to
bed. He was to make cross on
the white cover when he had 1t In
the car. | drove 1t to the cottage.
| went in to tell Mrs. Hunt the sill
yer was outside, ready to take to the
city. She-she was on the floor. |
swear she was. swear / didn't
touch her."
"But you took that paper over
there on the desk out of her bag,
didn't your
81 told you once did, Inspector.
A. AEih IL UGiolEE0 ~ tiiNs A6* a
swear I never touched her."
.'Take him out, Tim"
Henri stopped to hurl defiance at
Inspector Bill Harrison.
"You think you're smart, but you
wouldn't have known anything about
this till we were safe out of the
country, Inspector, ii that expert
thief Mrs. Hunt brought irto this
ltgame hadn't stopped to wash and
shave in Mr.. Stewards bathroom.
Pretty snappy guy he was. | sup
pose he had to dress up fine before
he called on her. She paid for
| pulling him in. He got her jewels
all right, and he was out to get Mrs.
Gregorys tonight. | wasn't in ON
that deal, MIR. Mark"
"Take him away, Tim" Tnspec-
tor Harrison's eagle eyes followed
| the two men from the room before
they came back to Brooke.
Sorry I had to touch your desk,
Miss Reyburn, but high falsetto
| voice phoned me you had the will
know now that 1t was Henri
Jacques-so I went through your
roem while you were all at the
| play. / guess you're glad the truth
| is out. The minute | heard OF that
/ bath stunt knew who to look for.
1 That guy has made a speciality of
breaking into houses Week-ends
where the folks were away, of max
| ing himself at home in the tub and
carrying off what he wanted when
he left, mostly mems clothes.
Maggie Cassidy was right when she
said he was a swell dresser. He
ought to be. He's had his pick of
the best. It's kind of funny when
| you think of it, amt it? When I
accused him of killing Mrs. Hunt,
he crumpled and spilled the whole
story. He had seen her rings when
she engaged him to move the sill
yer. Wanted them. Knocked Hunt
out first. He's a quick worker.
He and his pals aren't killers.
There wasn't gun in the gang
load. There's a joke to it, they
don't one OF them know yet that
the coroner's verdict was heart fall
ure from fright I've kept that un-
der my hat so | could scare the
truth out ct them. Well, Mark, your
silver's safe and you've got your
aunt's money"
Thanks, Inspector, I'll tell you
show much appreciate what you've
done, later. Sam, get Brooke
wrap. I'll take her home. You and
Lucette stay here and get the in-
spector something to eat. Wait for
me, Bill, there are few points
that need clearing up. have some
thing to talk over with Miss Rey-
burn, then I'll come back"
"You are not going home with me
and we have nothing to talk over. :"
Did he think that he could wipe
out the memory of his suspicion OF
her in this lordly manner7 Brooke
asked herself.
Il "Oh yes, we have"
Sam chuckled.
Zone of the thirty-six dramatic
situations. Snap into it, Brooke. II
is apparent even to this boyish In.
l. Intelligence that Mark wants to tall
to you alone. Fair enough. Why
make him 60 on the air? Be kind
: to him, he deserves well of his
countrymen.
They crossed the terrace In ri
lence. The snow had not beer
cleared from before the door O
Lookout House. Mark Trent swep
F. Brooke from her feet and carriet
, her into the vestibule. He kept al
arm about her as he opened th'
( door. Something turning like tn,
wings of an autogiro in her throat
cut off her protest. The gfeen liv
ing-room awaited them, softly light
ed, family fragrant, Above thu
mantel the Duchess looked dow
0 with grave eyes; below, Goals, muir
: INJURIOUS as purring kittens, gave on
a gentle glow.
: "Take off your wrap"
: Brooke slipped from beneath tn
r velvet and the hands tightening o
her shoulders. She barricaded her
;. self behind high-back chair. Wit
. one arm on the mantel, Mark Tren
faced her. His eyes, smiling a III