The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1943-08-23
DEATH WRITES THE LAST EDITION
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Pat could not help being bit
surprised at the donor, for Ran
dolph Anterior never agreed with
Parker. Not on the plans for the
new city park, improving Main
street, or anything else. But his
message, so sincere and thought
full, told her that tragedy had con-
quered all other enemies and the
flowers were Atherton's final trib-
ute.
THAT man never paid tribute
to anyone but himself, Pat" Dave
remarked sarcastically when she
told him about it. He has one
ambition - money. How he gets 1t
doesn't matter"
The girl laughed. my, but
you're cynical" she told him. rs
that what New York does for
your"
Maybe Life is what does 1t,
Pat. People are funny when you
get around and see a lot of them.
You don't trust anybody, not even
yourself. See what I mean, Pat?"
Sort of. But it's wrong, Dave,
all wrong"
Dave ran his fingers through his
rair in characteristic gesture that
she had almost forgotten.
Il know, Pat, but"
Here, children" Sarah Har-
rington, Mr.. Parker's old house
keeper, interrupted him, drink
some tea and get the chill out OF
your bones"
A little later Glen and Mary
Evans came in.
Dave switched on the light and
the glory of the open fire was
masked by the brighter - and less
romantic - table lamp.
The tea, SO piping hot and de-
licious when Mrs. Harrington had
brought 1t in, had cooled alarm
ingly and Pat followed the house.
keeper into the kitchen to brew
more. She smiled ruefully at the
heavy bolt on the kitchen door.
At least the mysterious prowler
would not get in that way again.
I'VE should have known better"
What, dearie?"
Mrs. Harrington BUSTED from
the cabinet to the stove and back
again. She gave Pat quick,
questioning look.
THE way Dave and I barreled
in here" Pat explained. why,
Aunt Sarah, we simply asked for
trouble. The door was unlocked
that alone should have eau
toned us. We might have known
the police would have locked all
doors. Oh, no! Not Cleveland
and Elson, Incorporated. Prize
chumps."
Mrs. Harrington laughed.
Hey, you two" Dave hailed
them from the hall, ARE you max
ing tea for the whole town."
Indeed not" Mrs. Harrington
chuckled, but you can't make tea
too quickly If you want 1t to be
good"
If that's 1t, I forgive you" He
gave her quick hug.
Pat slipped off her perch on the
kitchen table.
What are Glen and Mary do
ing?" she asked.
That's what I came out about,
Pat. We're going to have a look
around the place and knew you'd
never forgive me If we started
without you. Come on, sleuth."
He started toward the door. by
the way, Aunt Sarah, we'll stop
any time to eat. You know me-"
Glen and Mary were already in
the study, large room filled with
books and souvenirs that Joe
Parkers friends had sent him from
all parts Of the world. Exquisite
wood carvings, autographed first
editions, oddities of every kind. All
eloquent testimony that Joe Parker
had been loved by all who knew
him.
Look everywhere elem told
them. Don't miss a thing. There's
bound to be some clew, there al
ways is. No crime is perfect"
His wife shook her head de-
spairingly. I'm beginning to
oOuDC Cnat, she said.
Pat almost agreed. She, too. had
her moments when sch was sure
they would never know the truth.
Half-heartedly, she sat down at
Parkers desk.
Mary, Glen and Dave were
searching the book shelves and
the overlooking filing cabinet
where Mr.. Parker kept clippings
OF everything that interested him.
mo use looking there, Pat"
Dave said when the girl opened
a drawer. Blair turned 1t inside
out"
Il know" she nodded vaguely,
but I just"
Her voice trailed of into moth
ing and Dave turned back to his
search. sympathetically silent.
Pats fingers c6ressed the key
board Of the old typewriter on
the desk. Absently, she rolled a
sheet of paper into 1t and began
to type the sentence that is as
old as high school tipping classes.
Now Is the time for all good
men"
She stopped, stared at the line
Of typed letters. That "i'' - this
was the typewriter that turned out
that threatening letter!
"Dave" she cried. Dave. I've
found itI'
(Te Be Continued