Evening star., 1941-08-10
IMADE UP TO KILLED
by Kelley Roos.

night isn't the end! Mr.. Peterson
thinks they're going to keep on try
ing to kill me! Of course! Every
body knows it. They poisoned me
and they tried to stab me and they
won't stop now until :"
I put my arm around her trem-
bling shoulders and urged her to-
ward the bedroom.
Its all right" Lugotti said in
what was supposed TO be a sooth-
ing voice. "Nothing's goin' to hap
pen to you with us around. But
look. If I was you I'd stay right
here in your apartment. I wouldn't
60 out at ALL"
"She won't" I assured him.
"And, Miss Blanton," he went on,
"you can go to sleep now without
worryin' at all. Because I promise
you I won't go to Sleep"
Inviting Disaster.
Carol and I we're on our second
cup of coffee and jeff well into his
fourth when Peterson appeared that
morning. Dangling from the corner
of his mouth was an unlighted
cigarette that looked as though 1t
had hung there for the last twenty
four hours. His face was as tired
and worn looking as the cigarette,
but his voice was still a policeman's
voice. Brusque, but comforting.
How are you, Miss Blanton?"
Still here"
Alta kidd"
Thank you for Lugotti. And
Crowley and Rosen."
Peterson grinned. you're well
come to them. You can have them
for keeps. If Lugotti gets fresh, and
he probably will, tell me-"
do you think 1 need all that
protection, Mr.. Peterson? Don't
you think that after last night
they'll stop?"
"I wish I knew. But if it'll re-
lieve your mind any, you aren't
being trailed for your protection.
Technically, it isn't our job to pre-
vent crime, our job is to catch
criminals And that's what those
mugs are doing primarily. OF course,
they're going to take care OF you,
too. Now listen, Miss Blanton, 1
want you to 60 on living as If moth
ing had happened"
Carol was puzzled. But Lugotti
told me to stay in"
He what? Why. that lazy fat
foot, I'll don't you listen to him.
Miss Blanton."
But I thought it was good ad-
vice"
Peterson Is Irritable.
wait till I see Lugotti! What
he's trying to do is fix things so all
he has to do is sit out there in the
hall. He's arranging himself little
vacation"
spoke up. "Mr. Peterson, you
want to encourage another attack
on Carroll" Peterson made depre-
eating sounds, but I went on. "It's
lust inviting disaster for her to go
out. You saw what happened last
night! There must be some other
way. .
Now, listen, Miss Rogers!" There
was noticeable lack of affection in
his attitude toward me. IF you
know a better way, tell me. This
case is stone wall. Even Miss
Blanton can't help me- We have one
clue, Lee Gray. And even on that
she can't give us anything"
But really, I don't y Carol
began.
You and I will discuss that later.
And alone" He turned back to me.
"Who knows if there1l be another
attempt? If there is, it might be
next Sunday or next year. Miss
Blanton can't spend the rest of her
life in hiding, can she? I don't say
that anything will come Of my boys
tagging her. But If any one behaves
strangely, if somebody is too inter-
ested in her comings and goings,
we'll know about it. Troy!"
Eyes, sir"
II don't mind you sticking your
nose in the case. God knows we cops
need all the help we can get. But
I said help. not interference. If you
know anything, or find out any,
thing, you tell me. Quick"
"Of course"
Yeah. but you won't. And you'll
probably get hurt. But I'd be vast
ing my breath to warn you. Now,
you take your girl for a walk. Miss
| Blanton and I want to be alone,
don't we?"
Carol smiled and waved us away
but I thought I heard her catch her
breath and saw her hands olench
slightly as we closed the door.
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