The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1943-02-03
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by George
/ Harmon
Coke

hdGOuIn was upstairs before
that and it must have taken him
four or five minutes to walk from
where he was let out up to the
Office. He certainly didn't leave
the police station with a gun.
They wouldn't allow that, would
they? And he didn't stop enroute
to Morton Street. Where did he
get the gun? There were no
stores nearby where he could get
one. nothing was open. And yet
the killer must have had a gun
because"
'Okay," Fenner said. He moved.
away from the door and leaned
against the wall. He rubbed his
nose and looked at Murdoch. He
waited a little longer before he
spoke.
'The killer had to have a
gun, otherwise Hardacker's rod
wouldn't have been in his holster.
Raeburn didn't have a gun
couldn't get one, that is. therefore
Raeburn is not the killer" He
shook his head. "And they say
women aren't logical"
Something warm and vita1izing
swept through Joyce on the heels
of relief. She even smiled a little
at Fenner.
'It's about personal things like
love they say women aren't log
ical," she said. "And so many
things are personal to a woman
that we have that reputation"
Ward Confesses
CHE felt Kent's hand on her
- arm. She glanced up. His dark
eyes were worried but he smiled
and took her back to her chair.
Fenner was still watching her.
THAT changes things, huh?"
He tipped his head, looking first
at John Mason, then at Dean
Thorndike and finally at Ward
Allen. IF Raeburn didn't, who
did?" His eyes came back to
Joyce. "Any ideas on that?"
"One," she said. "Im not sure
but" She paused. trying to
think, to know just what to do.
She looked at Della sitting there
beside Dean Thorndike, seeing
the strained whiteness in the
girls face, the misery in her eyes.
She brought her glance back to
her lap. summoning her resolve
that she might ignore the sickness
in her heart and tell them what
she thought. She was cropping for
a beginning when a voice cut
across the room.
II guess the odds have caught
up with me-" it said. '1tn be
easier all around if I admit it
now"
y''Wardi" Della said. Just that
one tortured word.
Ward Allen had moved nearer
the settee and stood quite close
to her. He did not look at her.
He held his chin up and waited,
meeting every stare. defiantly.
''You recognized my voice" he
said to Joyce. 'The night you
found me in Delia's apartment"
NO" Joyce said huski1y. 81
saw you from the window. when
you started down the street"
go" Fenner said. you're the
guy, huh?"
"Hardacker came to me as. he
came to Della" Ward was still
talking to Joyce. "And found
some passkeys in a pawnshop
and went UP, thinking that the
envelope must be there. -. Your
theory was quite good, Joyce; all
except one point. There were but
two callers that night at Perry
Clarke's-Delia and myself"
How about the blood on the
front of his pants?" Murdoch
asked. Clarke got up and went
to the door,"
Allen looked at him, hesitating.
II don't know how you knew but
yes, he did. I'd thought he was
dead. thought he'd lied to me
about the envelope and the bonds.
went in the bedroom and when
I came out l saw he had revived.
He was on his feet and struggling
to open the door; before I could
reach him he fell back"
To be continued