The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1940-10-03
CHAPTER IV-Continued

s.
"A undertaking genealogy," I
said, hoping I'd plague her. Agatha
nodded.
IF more of it was raked, every
generation, there'd be less muck.
III give you"
She stopped and looked toward the
door. The maid said, Captain Shan
non, ma am"
He held his hat and wore his over
coat. / saw his eyebrows go up a
little as be looked at me but there
was no surprise in his voice when
he spoke to Miss Agatha.
Thank you for your help, Miss
Paget. I'm leaving" He looked
from the fragile old lady to the
cards and the emptied glass and
grinned. You're SWELL" he said.
Miss Agatha beamed.
ST won't argue it with you," she
told him. Anything new"
Everett Ferriter came in" Shan
non reported briefly. I've been
talking to him across the way. 1
tried to get an Identification out of
him"
And what did he do?" Miss Aga
tina asked.
He wrung his hands," said Shan
non. He'd never seen Blackboard.
Hadn't any idea who it was. He's
over there now if you want to see
him."
81 do not" said Miss Agatha. "My
niece gave him an abb. That's
enough. And he can't bother his
sister tonight, either. We've dosed
her with sedatives and she's asleep.
What about Lyon?"
Shannon's eyeiids puckered and a
sullen sound came into his voice.
We're looking for him." he said.
Small chance of his getting clear.
Every cop in town has his descrip-
ton by now. It's only matter of
time before we pick him up"
And the knife?" the old lady
asked.
He scowled. ''No sign of it." he
confessed. "We've tossed the whole
place and it's not there
Feet came heavily along the hall.
The maid appeared at the doorway
and started to speak but two men
stood behind her and one of them,
the detective Jake, said proudly to
Shannon:
Here's the guy, Cap"
Miss Agatha was the first to find
her voice and in it was no hint of
surprise.
Come in" she invited. Cap
tain Shannon, this is my neighbor,
Mr.. Lyon Ferriter-"
She turned to me, hesitated and
then her eyelids puckered.
At don't know" she told the gaunt
figure in the doorway, whether you
have met Mr.. Mallory formally be-
fore. Do come in.
Ferriter was still the lank, brown
figure In worn tweedS that / had
seen striding through the foyer and
felt again, as he stood In the door
and stared, the odd charm of his
leathery person His black hair was
stippled with gray like silver fox
pelt and if he were alarmed, he hid
IL well. He bowed to the old lady
and said In a pleasant, family Eng
hsh voice:
Good evening, Miss Paget. I'm
sorry to intrude but"
He shifted his attention to Shan
non and his tone was less agreeable.
q understand, Captain, that /
must get your permission to enter
my own apartment.
''Who brought you in?" Shannon
snapped.
Ferriter nodded to his cigar-chew-
ing companion.
This - gentleman" he replied
with a slurring gap between the
words. The Captain beamed on Jake
You're not so dumb at that" he
told his underling. Where did you
find him?"
Jake said, ST didn't. He walked
right in on US, next door"
Miss Agatha seemed amused but
Shannon was not. He found the un-
deferred return of Lyon Ferriter
more affronting than his absence.
Came backl" the Captain slut
tered. Walked in, with all the
COPS in this town.
He choked and color blurred the
freckles on his obstinate face. Lyon
shrugged wide, stopped shoulders.
Perhaps" he suggested politely,
someone will tell me why ]
Shouldn't"
Jake started to speak but gagged
and was silent under Shannon
glare. The Captain had got him.
self IN hand. Now he asked with a
stealthy courtesy:
Perhaps you wouldn't mind tell
ing us where you've been"
Perhaps" Lyon replied and his
long nose twitched humorously, "but
why should II"
His calm irked Shannon who
blurted.
Why? Because man was killed
IN your fat, this afternoon, Mr.. Fer