The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1940-03-20

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Do people hire Offices for that or
do they walk the streets all night?
If / ever get hold of him he'll have
something to write about"
Someone knocked on the door
and when the Sergeant called to
come in Adrianne Wells appeared.
She looked a little better, |
thought; at least with so much
makeup she wasn't quite so pale.
MAY | go out?" she asked the
Sergeant sWeetly. "Or would you
prefer that | stay home and try to
remember what time l got in last
night?"
The Sergeant glowered. Where
are you going?"
ITO dinner and then to the
movies"
"Alone?"
Eyes, alone, or would you like to
go with me?"
skip it. Skip it. Talk like that
doesn't help you any. Go ahead,
but see that you come back again
tonight"
She colored a little, but when she
spoke to him her voice was mock
ing. Thank you, Sergeant"
Pm glad she's gone," Dirck said
after we heard her go down the
stairs. Il want to talk to Miss Rog-
ers again. | didn't have much luck
with her while Miss Wells was
with her. They seem to be holding
out"
"They are" the Sergeant re-
torted grimly. "If you can find out
what that Wells girl was doing
last night you're better than l
think you are. There's only one
more person in the house to ques-
ton and that's Whitefeld. | sup
pose he was sitting up with sick
friend"
Dirck got up. Pm going to call
on Miss Mary Ann" he said with a
grin at me.
And when Dirck went out the
Sergeant said, "Whitefield is sup
posed to be an artist and his apart
ment looks like a studio, but no ore
has seen him around here today.
These artists and writers don't
seem to do much"
| resented that. Its not the
easiest place to work, this house"
said. First a murder and now the
police roaming all over the place. :"
Something About You
NOW Miss Howarth, | didn't
~ mean you. In fact, l forgot
you were an artist"
Painter" said under my
breath.
You look like a girl who has
good sense. | admit at first l
thought it was funny that you
moved in here just as all this hap
pened, but now | see l was wrong"
That's generous of you," | re-
torted little acidly. | always. re-
sent being thought sensible. It ages
me every time anyone says that.
Then l thought of something.
Doesn't Mr.. Whitefeld have the
front apartments"
The Sergeant nodded.
"Then it has southern exposure.
He wouldn't work there He prob
ably has studio somewhere else"
And then Dirck came back.
MARY Ann" he said, lis taking a
bath. must call later"
Probably stall" the Sergeant
said.
He was very restless. He paced
back and forth, muttering about
his slow assistants and wondering
whether he'd ever get a report on
the fingerprintS. Then Mr.. Kim
ball called to him from the shop.
He rushed downstairs and while
he was gone went to my room for
fresh pack of cigarettes. When l
came back Dirck was standing at
the window whistling.
You look very smooth tonight,
Miss Howarth," he said, beaming
on me.
I'd changed my frock while he
was doing all of his sleuthing dur
ing the afternoon. l thanked him.
There's something about you"
he broke off as the Sergeant
rushed into the room.
$50 she was going to the movies,
was she?" he shouted. THAT girl
went to an apartment on West 10th
Street. She rang the bell and
tried the door to the apartment,
but there wasn't anyone there. A
man by the name of Leon Perry
has a lease on the place"
We stared at him.
who in hell is Leon Perry?"
The Sergeant stood for a moment
by the desk looking down at us.
by the way, Miss Howarth, when
you answered the telephone this
| morning you must have left your
ingerprints. Did you touch any,
thing else?"
Il didn't leave fingerprints on
anything. l picked up the telephone
with my handkerchief"
You what?" He stared at me.
How'd you happen to do that?"
/ didn't care for his roaring, so
l roared back. because l didn't
want to touch anything in this
ROOM"
you seem to be very sensitive.
Walking in on a murder, the aver
age person doesn't stop to, think
about using handkerchiefs unless
they don't want to leave finger
prints. Or perhaps there were some
| you rubbed OFF,"
didn't answer him. He was
glowerng at me like an angry bull.
II don't believe Miss Howarth
had any Interior motive" Dirck
broke in.
The Sergeant brushed him aside.
That's what you say. Let me tell
you, young lady. I'm not through
with you yet"
/ Continued tomorrow