The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1940-08-21

you were. You had no way Of
meeting them and Sayler wanted
his money, didn't he?"
Mardell's eyes became hard. $50
what If he did. He knew he was
going to get it."
How were you going to pay
him?"
I've got money. I could have
drawn some from the bank, but
figured I'd let the I. o. us ride
for a while and see i'm I couldn't
win some Of that dough back"
The lieutenant faced the man
bluntly. Look, Mardell, We know
better. Sayler wanted that money,
and you didn't have it. That's
why you were over at his place
the other night. He wanted to
collect. I've had your checked
pretty carefully. You're broke.
Even your hotel bill is overdue"
Mardell snarled, II wasn't going
to WEIGH never have yet"
You never dare. If you can't
gamble, you don't eat. And Sayler
was going to fix 1t so no joint In
town would ever let you in again.
He was going to let it get around
that you were a welcher. Isn't
that right"
Mardel's lips twisted slightly at
the corners. Maybe" he adj
mitted. But it's too late now.
Mr.. Sayler won't do any talking
anywhere now"
When the two detectives were
back in their automobile, Carroll
turned to OLeary. THAT birds
lucky-or Is hep"
OLeary shrugged. II don't
know. Murder isn't beyond him.
And he certainly had lot to gain
from Sayler's DEATH"
"Yeah. Where to now, Chief"
"Barbour,s house. He lives out
on Spencer road"
Yqy roet shr en- en- en-
George Barbour was sitting in
his shirt sleeves on the flag-stone
terrace before his commodious
Georgian house when the officers
swung their car into the drive
way. His habby cheeks looked rud-
der and his CRAVING nair had a
silvery hue. He appeared much
more at ease than he had in the
Sayler drawing room the night
before.
He rose to greet O'Leary and
Carroll as they slid out of the
car. Good day, gentlemen" he
said pleasantly. "And what can
I do for your"
OLeary accepted the extended
hand. "Just a few more details
about that business last night, Mr..
Barbour"
The pudgy man shook his head
sadly. "Ah, yes. Poor Riggs. I
never suspected. I frequently
warned Martin about taking con-
victs into his home. Come inside,
please. I'll get you a drink"
He motioned Carroll ahead, and
just as the sergeant was about to
grasp the handle Of the screen
door, the portal swung open.
Sergeant Carroll leaped back
instinctively. what the -"
Wild-eyed he turned to OLeary.
Barbour was smiling broadly.
Scare you, Sergeant?"
did you see that, Chief" Car
roll demanded. II didn't touch
it and 1t just opened. Not a
soul around"
Barbour chuckled. "Just little
device I rugged up, Sergeant.
You'll find lots of mysterious
things happened around here. A
hobby of mine"
Carroll looked quizzical. "But
how"
VERY simple. Photo-electric
cells, often called electric eyes.
The light comes from that little
glass disc you see set into the
pillar here. The light ray is aimed
at the cell on the other side-you
can see 1t that other pillar.
When you crossed the invisible
line, Sergeant, you just broke the
connection and set little electric
motor in action. That opened the
door,"
Sergeant Carroll sighed with
relief. "Well, I'll be darned.
Never saw anything like 1t be-
FORE"
Two more doors responded SIM
ilarly inside the house, but Car
roll refused to lead the way.
When they were finally settled in
a masculinely appointed living
room and three tall, cool-looking
drinks had been set before them,
OLeary and Carroll settled back
in their chairs.
"Our mission isn't a very pleas
ant one," OLeary said.
Barbour's forehead wrinkled
slightly. He waited for the lieu
tenant to go on.
1--WE found some papers in Say
ler's safe last night, Mr.. Barbour
some papers about you"
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