Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1940-11-18

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set. I put them on his desk about 5
o'clock"
The buzzer from Mr.. Peters Of
fice sounded on Selma Clark's desk.
He wanted to know if any one
wished to see him. Selma looked
ut Matt, who had heard the muffed
question through the speaker. Matt
nodded.
Mr.. Pierson and Mr.. Wayne are
here"
At Peters instructions Selma
ushered them into his office. 1t
was as pleasant and homelike as
the outer Office had been bare and
characterlesS.
A deep green rug from wall to
wall covered the floor of the spa
cious, oblong room. Against one
end wall was Peters movie ma
chine; opposite was rolled movie
screen. The back wall of the build
Ing was almost entirely windows,
which were covered with Venetian
blinds and hung with soft green
draperies. Peters desk was in front
of one of the two big window
blocks. Between the windows was
a door, and outside was a grass plot
enclosed by rambler roses. Beyond
was a gravel parking space where
Peters car now stood.
Really Home to Me-"
"Ouite a Mace. Peters" said Tim
othy Wayne after Pierson had in
troduced him. He sat back in
big red leather chair.
well, it's really home to me. I've
no family, you know, and I spend
more time here than do up at the
Carleton Hotel where have rooms.
have my garden outside, my cleo
trical laboratory in a roomy closet
downstairs. It's home"
Peters was a small man, seen be-
hind his desk. His shoulders, how
ever, were unusually heavy and
broad, his arms strong and long.
Wayne knew others who, with
crippled legs, had developed stout
shoulders and arms.
Peters beamed on the men, his
alert gray eyes and thin mouth
smiling in his brown, sallow face.
Matt pulled out his pipe and Pet
ers pushed handsome humidor
toward him. TRY mine"
Are you the invisible man, Peters,
that you get past us in the outer
odce?" Mats voice was pleasant.
Francis Peters raised inquiring eye
brows. II came in this back door.
I don't walk when I can avoid it"
Peters tapped his withered leg.
"Well," he went on more cheerfully,
NJ suppose you want to know what
know about Whipple?"
Matt nodded as he pulled at his
pipe.
He came here about five years
ago from st. Louis"
Did you ever check on that?"
Wayne interrupted.
Peters looked surprised. "Why, no,
I didn't. Had no reason to, in
fact" The other men nodded. "He
wanted to rent a house." Peters con-
tinued. The one on Oak street was
the only one that had then that
was furnished and vacant. He took
It sight unseen"
who owns that house,"
A Full Time Job.
"Why, Mrs. Holmes. She never
lived there, though. I did once for
six months. Warner used it while
his house was being built
who else?"
Della, Mrs. Holmes maid, used
It while she was married She
worked for Mrs. Holmes then, too,
you know; curious devotion, in a
way"
What did Whipple do for liv-
ing?" Wayne wanted to know.
Nothing that I know of. think
he had a private income" Peters lit
4 pipe. Maybe the bank will know"
''What did he do with his time?"
did his own housework, worked
In the garden, gossiped in town"
Peters laughed. Lots of men make
. full-time job of no more. Matt"
when did you see him last?'
wayne was all seriousness.
Yesterday. He was here in the
afternoon. He was stamp enthusi-
asst like me, and We talked stamps
here for a while. I don't know
where he went then"
And your activities?"
Peters laughed his easy, BOOM
Ing laugh. Il was in and around
all afternoon. At $50 or so I went
out for dinner at the hotel. Came
back soon after 6, guess, and was
here until or So
Did you work alone?"
In here? Yes. Miss Clark was
outside. I was working on some
movies"
mo one came in?"
Peters laughed again. II should
say not!' he said, with good-natured
emphasis. When I'm making
sound for my movies I lock myself
IN and cut of my speaking box.
I'VE had too many records spoiled
By Interruptions. No. I was alone"
Now about the lease, Mr.. Peters"
Matt said, leaning forward in his
easy chair.
The Lease Discussed.
on. you've been talking to
Charles, I suppose" Peters replied
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