The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-10-20
CHAPTER XVI

Had not The Swingateers been
IN such q precarious spot, TAFT
would willingly have paid Leonard
Macy 5000 for his interest. But
ut the moment 1t was an impos-
sibility; and he had the added feel
ing that, even II Macy were offered
that amount, he would refuse.
TAFT wished that he knew more
about the circumstances under
which the share had been pur-
chased. But the only man who had
that information was Harris Rogers
and TAFT had no desire to encounter
him now.
It was q disconsolate and bewild-
cred Bob TAFT who returned to his
own room from Leonard Macy's
luxurious apartment, the certified
check still In his pocket. AS he
opened the door, he heard his tele-
phone ringing furiously. TAFT hur.
ried TO take 1t UP.
ROBERT Tait?" He did not recog-
nize the voice.
Eyes, this Is TAFT"
II have some interesting informa-
ton about the Ludden Dombey
murder"
TAFT hesitated. "Why don't you
notiyfy Feeley down at police head
quarters?"
81 can't do that, for reasons ]
daren't explain over the telephone"
'Then come UP here. I'll be glad
TO see you"
~ can't do that, either. II you
want TO hear what I have to say
you'll have to come to my address"
II sounded like O trick, and TAFT
was instantly aware Of II. Yet he
couldn't afford TO pass UP any bets.
IAN right" he said, "let me have
your address. I'll come right over"
The man gave an address which
TAFT recognized as on the very edge
Of town, In q district once factory
ara. "Are you sure Of that adj
drsss2" he asked. II didn't know
tllere were any residences there"
An unpleasant laugh answered
him. " can't be choosy about where
] live. I've got o room on the top
fionR Of what used TO be o raincoat
fastcgy. Don't come unless you want
to- ITS all UP to YOU"
sIIl be there"
He replaced the receiver, and
stared at the wall. He kept think
ins q Harris Rogers and his'threat.
Tflekt he brushed the notion aside.
Perhaps this was the very musician
that Dannie Feeley had been hunt
Ing for days. It was certainly logical
that George K. Weeks had retro
gressed from that gray lodging
house TO the top floor Of an abar1-
doned raincoat factory.
TAFT went to his bureau, took out
a email revolver and slipped 1t into
his pocket, Then he telephoned for
4 taxi, and went down TO the curb
70 wait for It.
The address puzzled even the taxi
driver. Say, that's q new one on
me, brother. Sure you got the right
address," =.
II think so. Remember the old
MilIbay addition, where all those
red factory buildings are7"
ooh yeah, remember that.
There amt anything doing In that
part Of town now"
TAFT grinned. There may be to-
night. Let's CO."
The driver snapped down the
metal nag and started the cab. IT'S
ol<ay with me-" he said.
It was a fairly long drive TO the
Milibay addition, but then began the
more tedious Job Of finding the
street and number which TAFT had
received over the telephone. Finally
they found the street, q small dead
end affair. WELL" muttered the
small dead-end affair. WELL" mutt
tered the driver. We can't go wrong
on . dinky street like this"
Il hope you're right" said TAFT
Isn't that a light on the top moor
Of that building down there7 The
fellow I'm to see lives on the top
fIoor of one Of these old factory
buildings"
~It's either q light or o refiec-
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