Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1943-01-04
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with Angela ." he inquired.
"Here-in this office ."
The musician nodded. and Qkie
yowled:
Using my office for such bus
mess. Anton, IL il wasn't for
the union I'd fire you"
II saw her at luncheon yester-
day." Anton spoke slowly, land
We arranged TO meet hereto
night. When came in-iust
now-I met Harrington down
stairs. Another fellow came In
right after us. 1 guess he's
d owpstairs now, looking
around :"
Nix nodded.
THAT would be Joe" she told
Andy. Homicide squad. He's
probably waiting for the others"
But he was not waiting, fol
even as she spoke they heard the
sound OF footsteps. and the muir
Imur of voices. Accompanied by
the medical examiner, the finger
print experts and a plainsclotheS-
man, Joe tramped into the room.
SCOT any dope, Nix" he in
CURED.
"Mr. Harrington will want to
answer some questions" she
murmured. won't you, Mr..
Harrington
WANTS HIS LAWYER
"No. 1 won't" he barked. mot
without seeing a lawyer first"
Joe paused by AntonS side; Nix
shook her head:
"Just Harrington" she di-
rected as Andy muttered,
Danes don't belong in a muir
derw
When they had left and the
others were going through the
mechanics of their respective jobs
in the other room, Andy muir
INJURED:
"HOw about you and Anton
coming out with us for a drink,
Dixie? You boys look a little
pale"
"But--dOn't we have TO 60 TO
headquarters: Dixie inquired.
Anton said:
"Yeah--this Is a murder. One
OF those mystery things you al
ways read about"
mo mystery" Nix grinned at
him. ct was Harrington who
did il, you know"
Dixie ran a pudgy hand over his
perSpiring brow.
Maybe a drink would 60
good" he murmured wistfully.
They found a little bar not I'M
like Okie's old speakeasy, and set
tied themselves in a booth. "How
could you know It was Harring-
ton?" Anton inquired doubtfully.
Andy shot him a glance. Hes
the only one who could have done
il. We knew you were rehearsing
at the Alton studios today. And
all the other ideas we had didn't
jell."
Nix twirled her glass thought
fully. I'VE knew Harrington was
home this afternoon and that An
gela was dressing at 4 o'clock be-
cause she dismissed her maid early.
The girl had to go to the dentist,
and IL wasn't hard to check the
time Of that appointment"
Andy motioned the waiter over.
Nix unused. "Any way, there was
one thing which pointed TO Har-
as the murderer .. and
that was something n man would
never see"
Andy snorted. Anton stared.
Dixie shook his head silently.
angela was one of the best
dressed women" Nix continued,
''but she was wearing one nylon
stocking and one rayon stocking
neither she nor her maid
would have made mistake like
that.
"She must have been dressed
after she'd been killed, and only
n man would pull such bOner.
A man who had access to her
clothes, OF course, who could
pick out something like a pair
OF stockings"
TELLS ANOTHER WAY
Andy stared. 80 that's how
you got H." y
"Any other way 10 get it,"
Nix snapped.
"Sure, one side Of her hair
wasn't pinned the way the other
side was" Andy drawled laZily.
II figured Harrington conked
her. maybe missing up the hair.
and then pinned IL up himself 10
hide the wound. W }>s
81 couldn't help but notice
that she'd been socked--but her
hair was nicely fixed. That" he
conclude d with a poisonous
sweetness, ais a detail a woman
would be likely to overlook :"
But my paperwelght" Okie
groaned.
"Your paperweight wasn't
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