The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1939-09-02
. SERIAL STORY
Murder on the Boardwalk BY GILMORE eow .s STONE

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tor Parsons looked white and
shaken as his subordinates led the
historical man away - I've seen
a third degree or two; but at least
policemen don't hit mugs over the
head with. black magic And
now, suppose you tell me how you
know all this"
because, sir" - Jaspar spoke
after left your office last night
I thought 1t best to have look at
the house. I'd kept one key, be.
cause I felt that as soon as I could,
must 60 back. But some.
one had been there before me.
Everything was turned upside
down."
Much as we found II when we
went out early this morning." the
inspector nodded. Perhaps you'll
understand now why was so
much interested In your keys,
Yardley. That story you told
about absent-mindedly taking
key from o strang car and put
ting 1t into your pocket sounded
pretty feeble Anything taken,
Jaspar2"
Mrs. Talbert's will, sir-I sup
pose 1t was he sent that to the
newspapers; and pair Of Mrs.
Talberts shoes
The ones" the inspector ex-
planned, that her nephew put on
to make that false trail to the
both. One Of my men found
them buried deep In the sand
where Yardley told us about hav-
ing seen Wilmet pottering around
the evening before. Until now,
wasn't entirely sure Mr.. Yardley
hadn't put them there himself
And" JaSpar finished, Miss
Christine's signed portrait and her
message saying when she would
arrive, I wouldn't be surprised
II he was at the station when her
train came in"
He was at the newsstand, hid
den behind q paper, Chandra
confirmed that. And he followed
her to her hotel"
"Welr' the inspector looked
almost satisfied "now we only
need those faxed bonds"
From q tangle OF images, one
started out clean-lined In Chris
tines tired memory.
II think that II you pried up the
top Of that stone bench at the
back Of the BOOTH" she said, you
might find something underneath"
When she explained about that
first morning - her heel sinking
into soft concrete, Mr.. Wilmets
voluble explanations - the inspec-
tor went to the telephone and
gave an order.
Altogether" he said, turning
back, that bird used UP enough
ideas In one murder to last q good,
honest crook a lifetime But
the thing that puzzled me worst
he apparently hadn't had o finger
In You wondered how I
knew that those bonds were your
cousins, Miss Thorensen. I found
something among them that you
He took q folded paper from his
pocket and handed II TO Christine,
It was q short note In Cousin
Emmas hand.
my dear Christine" II said.
IT anything should happen
70 prevnt our visit, Jaspar will
hand you these. Take good
care OF them, for the bonds
are non.registered; 20, Of
course, anyone could use them.
They are yours, as most Of what
I possess vii be In the end.
Ahectionately yours
Emma Talbert."
This morning." the inspector |
said, I'D have sold my soul TO
snoW who really wrote that"
The telephone rang, and he
hurried TO answer.
HE had9 Good work." they
leard him say. I'LL be right up. |
Well" he hung up, Miss
rhorenson was right about that
bench. Mr.. Earl Talbert has shot
he works In his confession, II
yuess that cleans UP the slate"
Not entirely" Chandra OK.
ended hand. I'D like my
Ilasses."
your - what9"
II was sure" Chandra ex.
blamed evenly, that he'd lost his