The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-01-25

and stood up, and went to the
window. Then he sat down
again.
Thank you. Miss Merriweth-
err" he said. you have helped
US a great deal" Which was GER
tainly not quite the truth. Cap
tain Meehan nodded.
He spoke for the first time,
in his cold, methodical voice. rs
there anything at all, any small
or apparently IN mportant
thing, which you have not told
us? Did this man Dunbar ever
let slip anything which might
have indicated what was in his
mind all the time? II was there
from the first, you must remem-
ber'.
Mitchell Grace shifted his
body, and started to speak, and
looked at Cynthia.
What is it, MITCHELL" she
asked.
Il was only remembering
oh, ii was nothing. Let it drop"
Lieutenant Thatcher was quick
to say, please. We must have
it,"
II was only thinking Of the
day of the game, when he came
to lunch and almost Immediately
got a wire calling him back to
town." He explained what had
happened. and then he said, IL
thought, and l believe Cynthia
did, to-, that he left in a frightful
hurry. Just-well, all of a
sudden he was gone"
Lieutenant Thatcher pondered
this, and looked at Captain
Meehan, and Captain Meehan
said, Thank you. 1t may give a
little light-later on"
Cynthia said, in her steadiest
voice, 1T would be possible,
would it, that if he were "a
let's say spy-the people he
knows would deny knowing
him, and the records in Wash
ington would be kept secret,
| Maybe you know what l mean
they just wouldn't tell you even
what they do know about him
49,"
"We shall consider the point"
Lieutenant Thatcher said. Il
am glad you brought it up, Miss
Merriwether."
And the telephone rang. They
| could hear it sharp and loud
from the hall. The butler came
to say il was for Lieutenant
Thatcher. And L eu t e n n
Thatcher heard through the re-
ceiver that Vaughan Dunbar ;
Packard roadster had been
| found.
When they got to the place
where it had been found-after
a rushing drive-they muttered
to themselves, Thatcher and
Meehan and Henry Prentiss and
Mitchell Grace, and the burden
of their muttering was that
Vaughan Dunbar was very
| clever devil indeed.
The car was in a municipal,
parking lot in Garden City
| about 10 miles from Stone House
and directly southwark acros!
the island-a lot that was very
large, situated behind a huge
] apartment building and without
! regular attendants. SandWicheo
in its niche of space among more
than a hundred other automo-
biles was the automobile OF
Vaughan Dunbar. But it was not
easy to recognize.
For, dashed to either side from
hood to rear bumper, there were
canvas signs held in rigid wood.
en- frames. The signs were
white. And upon them the let.
tering was crimson;
ASSOCIATED WILLKIE
CLUBS OF LONG ISLAND
We The People Want
WENDELL L. WILLKIE
| TOD ppECJnENT
The profile, the color, even
the make of the car were al
most completely concealed. The
license plate itself was half hid
den by flap of carefully torn
canvas which fluttered down
from the end of one of the signs
But it was Vaughan Dunbar's Ii
cense plate, VR-2121-Y. An alert
member of the Garden City Pol.
ice Department had noticed il
as he cruised through the
grounds.
They got squad OF these
same local policemen, and began
a systematic examination of the
building. 1t had more than
hundred apartments, and each Of
them had its bell rung, and the
occupants of each were asked
questions. With no results. Anc
the manager gave assurance that