Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1938-01-06

Brooke commanded breathlessly:
"Listen to me, Inspector. The
man who robbed Lola Hunt is serv-
ing supper at the Trent h-house on
the point!"
Inspector Bill Harrison smiled, a
curious smile.
''Wish I'd known this before, Miss
Reyburn. I've just come from the
point, following tip I had. What's
the dope on this bandit? Is it the
same guy you saw at the Supper
club?"
"It must be, Inspector. To
night" Before she had finished
telling of the alleged walters re-
mark about Maggie Cassidy's pic
ture, machinery was cracking
again and the man at the micro
phone was broadcasting distinctly:
calling car 1912. Car 1912. Car
1912. Go to Trent house on point.
Inspector will meet you. Calling car
6784. Car 6784. Car 6784. Go to
Trent house on point. Inspector will
meet you.''
Inspector Bill Harrison was out
of the room before the man at the
microphone had completed the call.
One of the officers turned over two
discs on the U-table; the other
frowned at her with the bluest, most
Irish eyes she ever had seen as he
answered her unspoken question:
''We don't dare be more explicit
over the mike, Miss. The thugs
pick up the messages"
81 hope they get there in time,
Sergeant?"
"Time for what, Miss?"
1T think-I think he's there to get
Mrs. Gregory's diamonds-she's-
she's simply plastered with them
tonight"
Jerry Field was pacing the lower
corridor when she sreached it.
cts about time you appeared,
Brooke! I was just coming up to
look for you. What do we do next?".
"Back to the party of course"
The wind swirled her short hair,
clutched at her satin skirts, tugged
at her velvet wrap as they went:
down the Jail steps. AS Jerry Field
tucked the robe about her wet feet
he looked up. Snow had settled in
the brin of his soft hat, whitened
his shoulders.
LETS make break for town,
sweet thing, and make that yarn
you told Taku the truth"
The expression in his eyes, the
break in his voice hurt her. She
said unsteadily:
"Please, Jerry! I can't care for
you that way. Take me back quick
ly, will you? We mustn't miss Sans
party"
ooh Sam! Sam is your white
haired boy. He's all that you Rey-
burn women think of or care about.
I believe you'd sell your soul for
him!"
After one look at his grim mouth
and gloomy eyes, Brooke Struggled
into her corner of the seat.
They sped in silence through the
night. Toward the east the drab,
heavy clouds were thinning before
spreading radiance.
II believe the snow is letting up,
Jerry. Look! The moon is trying
to break through! Drive faster. !
can't wait to know what has hap
pened."
Don't worry, you'll get to the
party all right"
Brooke ignored his gruffness. "Of
course I want to get to the party.
Then I shan't feel guilty that I
dragged you away from the fun and
congratulations. Leave me at Look
out House. I must change these
soaked sandals before I join the fes-
tivities. Here we are"
From the top Of the steps she
looked down at Field who was look
ing up at her.
"I'm sorry, jerry" she whis-
pered softly, before she entered the
house and closed the door behind
her.
''He doesn't really love me, he's
spoiled boy who wants what he
can't have" she treasured herself,
as in her boudoir she changed her
wet sandals.
She readjusted the rhinestone and
emerald clip on her white frock,
sprayed perfume on her hair, pow
dered her nose, accented her lips.
She shook her head at the looking
glass girl.
Stating, aren't you, Brooke Rey-
burn? You dread to face Mark Trent
with that will you've kept back for
two days, don't you? Get going!"
She crossed to the desk, found
the key where she had hidden it.
Zero hour" she said aloud, and
unlocked the drawer in which she
had placed the will.
She looked down.
The drawer was empty.
CHAPTER XIV