The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, June 09, 1920, Image 9
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%~~'OLU ME~ X X X V. L A U R E N S , SO U T J-I C A W L N , W D E A Y JU E 9 1 20N M B R 4
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(Continued from Last Week.)
As re n to mily own aprtineiit
upstairs, nenring the top of the short
flight of steps between the floors I
was astounded to see a female figure
flitting across the hail and entering
the Bradford apartment. Though I had
opportunity for only a brief glimpse.
I recogn:zed her at once. It was Claire
Bradford.
The door of my apartment was
standing wide open. I renembered that
as I iad run downstairs a few mo
ments ago, I had neglected to close
it after me. From the direction in
which she had come. It was plain that
Claire Bradford had been paying nn
other surreptitious visit to miy (uar
ters. What coul haave heen her pur
pose? There must have been some
strong impelling motive to make her
dare the perilous Journey along the
window ledge. and now, at the iml
minent risk of discovery, to pay me
a second visit. I began seriously to
doubt whether the explanation shle
had offered me was the true one. I was
beginning to feel that there was more
than a possibility that she was again
In the clutches of the unscrupulous
rascal who had once been her hus
band.
Greatly puzzled, I made a hasty sur
vey of the apartment, but could find
nothing that appeared to have been
disturbed. Going back to my own room
I hastened to place a handkerchief out
of my window as a signal to Barbara,
for I knew she would 1e anxious to
know the meaning of the sounds we
had heard below. In a very few mo
ments I heard the tap of her riding
crop on my sill and hurried to answer.
"What was It?" she asked In an
excited whisper.
"Daisy Lutan, an actress, who lived
on the floor below, has been murdered
-shot."
"Who did It?"
"I don't know. Mr. Wick and I went
into the apartment together. There was
no one there."
"Ilow terrible I" she exclaimed.
"It is, indeed," I answered, "but it J
may help us."
"What "do you menn?"
"With the police in the house mak
ing Investigations, there'll be no more
threats from the blackmailers for a
while. They won't dare bother you
for the present."
"Do you really think so?" she ques
tioned with a little sigh of relief.
"Im sure of it."
"Have. the pollee been called in?"
"Yes; two detectives are downstairs
now."
"I'm glnd," she said. "With the de
tectives here, they won't dare molest
us, will they?"
"Of course not," I answered. "Is
your sister at homeir?"
"Yes," she aanswered. "Our guests
have just gone. Mother has retired,
and Claire is in the living room writ
lag a note. They0~ heard nothing, so I
(lid not t('ll t hem anything about it."
"That was wise. Thiey'll hear it soon
enough. Hlas your sister been in tho
apartment all evening?"
"She hasn't been out all day unless
she went out just to drop thme letter
she was writing dlown the mail chuto
In the hall. Why (10 you ask ?"
"I was merely wondering if there
was any way she could learn of tho
mnurder."
"flow could she? Isn't that too ter
rible about Miss Lutan? hiut I mustn't
talk any longer. Good night."
"Wait a moment," I cried. "There
are seome things I must discuss with
you before I meet Gorman. Ilow about
meeting me at the Astor at eleven?"
,"I can'.t promise, but I'll try. Good
tiight I"
There was nothing further that I
could~ do, and I felt sadhly in need of
"rest. Throwing of' mny coat and waist
coat I began making preparations~ for
bed. The notion took me to once more
Investigate the secret passageway. I
pushed sharply on the panel as I had
done before, but this time I could not
budge it. I tugged and worked and
pounded, but It stuck fast in spite of
all my efforts. As I was struggling to
force it open, there came' a sharp ring
at the bell of the apartment. As I
was, -in my shirt sleeves, I answered
it. The two detectives I had seen
downstairs stood there.
"What Is it?" I asked,
"'I arrest you for the murder 'of Dat
syt',ien," said one of them, and with
The
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Im- Musink4ofte
ton mm irwiMiyers
my arms.
"Why, this is absbr'd," I laughed in
their faces, conscious of my utter in
noeence of the crime. "I had nothing
to do with it."
"That remains to be seen. Put on
your coat and come along."
Still holding me fast, they went
back with me to my bedroom. Clutch
Ing mo tight they made me put on
my coat, anl(d no sooner ha0d I done
so than one of them snapped hand
cuffs on me.
"Look at this, Jim," said one of
them, psonting to a spot on the front
of my coat.
"That'n blood all right," said the
other, after inspecting it.
"I got that when I was helping 51r.
Wick lift the body to the couch," I
protested.
"Tell that to'the judge," the de
teeive called Jim scoffed. "Better
look around for the gun, Cullen."
"You'll find no gun here," I crieA.
"I never owned one."
Nevertheless Cullen began rummag
ing through the drawers of my dresser.
Suddenly lie gave a triumphant excla
mation and drew something fronu be
neath a pile of shirts in the second
drawer.
"Here it is," he announced, holding
"Here It Is," He Announced, Holding
Up Before My Astonished Eyes an
Automatic Revolver.
up before my astonished eyes an au
tollatic revolver.
"I never saw it before," I glnsped.
The detective merely laughed.
"Ther0's ono bllliet gone," said th1e
man ilwho was exallilling it.
"Come along, young fellow," said
the other detective grutily. "'I'lle hill
let se1ttles it- We've got tile righlt
party."
CHAPTER IX
A rprisonler in a police station cell, I
p05ssed a sleepless nlighlt. Conrselouls
as I was of sny ultter Innlocenlce and1(
confid~ent of m~y specedy release, neover
thieless 1 had( to admit that tile de
tectives from their inllt of view were
perfectly justified ill placing tino un
dher arresi.
F"or a blurglar* to have galined access
to thle apalrtmlents withiout the conly
nnce of the empllloyees sC1eme almiost
an imnposslbllity. lFor him11 to hatve
esen ped froml tile bildin g after hay
in~g mulrdered Aliss Luttan without be0
lng dletectedl seemed0 also) highly im-.
prohnhle. Thlen, too, t,here was tile
damnling evidensce of tile blood( on my
coat and1 the fact thaft I 11ad b)een
found at thle door of tile apartment. I
had( nlot observedl the stain on my
clothling until tile detectives discov'
('redl it. Miy explanation of how It had(
gotten thlere was tile true one, yet I
could readily realize that it might
sound fishly to others.
On tile taco of it the tragedly in
the Gransddeck lookledl like an inside
job. The11 revolver, with onle bullet
missing, wvas the strongest sort of evi
dlence that I was tihe mnurderer. Yet
I never had seen tile weapon before
and could not imagine who could have
placed it there. There wvas only one
explanation possible. It had been pur
posely planted there with the definite
object of thlrowing suspicion on me.
The one person-the only person
whom I knew to hlave been in my
rooms after the murdler was committed
was Claire Bradlford. Could she have
done it? I remembered that nabara
had showed me a revolver in her pos
session. I wondered If this could be
the same weapon. I did not think it
possible that Claire herself could have
used it. I could imagine no motive
why Claire 14pdford would want to
kill Miss Lutan, yet it must have been
she who had hidden the revolver in my
dresser. What had been her motive?
How had she got possession of the re
volver after the murder?
Come what may, I had no intention
of telling any one-not even Gorman
-of Claire's second visit to my apart
ment. For Barbara's sake I made up
my mind I would keep my lips closed
about that bacident, even if I had to
stay in prison indeflnitely. At the po
lice station when the detectives had
brought me in, I had quietly but firmly
refused to answer any questions, al
though they had badgered me for near
ly two hours before they let me alone.
"Where did you live before you
came to the Granddeck?"
"Where did you work?"
"Where is Rufus Gaston?"
"Where do your people live?"
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"Why did you kil IDaisy Lutan?"
"Where did you get the money you
have?"
"We've got the goods on you. Why
don't you confess?"
These were the sort of questions
that were flung at me, first by one dind
then the other. ividlently at first
they had had hopes of breaking mne
down.
"I have nothing to say," had been
my unvarying answer to all their ques
tions.
Finally tlAy gave it up and locked
me in a cell for the night, leaving ie
thankful that the honor of being a sus
pected murderer relieved me from
sharing a cell with some of the frowsy
prisoners I saw brought past my
barred door.
"Haven't you any friends you would
like to have notified?" was the last
question they asked as they left me.
"I have nothing to say," I repeated
on ce mo:e.
Nor was this answer this time mere
stubbornnews. Who was there that I
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eould notify of my plight? Birge and
Roller, my two Intimates, were softie
where on the high seas. The men
whom I had known in the office where
I had worked, for obvious reasonms,
Were not to be called on. I had no
idea of the wlflereabouts of my aged
relatives beyond the fact that they
were somewhere in Maine.
I had no intention whatever of com
municating the fact of my arrest to
my mother. Indeed, I was hoping that
she would not hear of it until after may
innocence was established.
I thought of Gorman. I would hnve
been glad of his counsel, but I rein
bered thnt I did not know where he
lived. Ile had told me he was giving
up his position at the hotel. It would
be useless to try to find him until
morning.
Yet in spite of my apparent friend
lessness, although to all appearances
there was no one in Now York to
whom I could turn in this time of
trouble, it was a wonderful comfort
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Citation for Letiers of Administration
State of South Carolina,
County of Laurens.
By 0. G. Thompson, 'Pirobate Judge:
Whereas Eiliza A. MeDill has made
suit to mne to grant her betters of Ad
Imini.itration of the Nstate and effects
of 'Mrs. .ary .. MeI)ill.
TPhese are. thlerefore, to cite and
admonish all and singularm the kindred
and Creditors of the said Mrs. Mary
.M. Mel)ill, deceased, that they be and
appear before mue. In the Court of
Probate, to he held at. Lauirens Court
flouse, Laurens. S. C., on the 7th day
of June next. after publication here
of, at II o'clock in the forenoon, to
show cause, if any they have, why the
said Admtin ist ration should not be
granted.
Given undei my hand this 24th day
of may Anno Domini 1920.
0. G. TIIOMIPSON,
4-2t-A J. P. L. C.
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