The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on September 29, 1954 · Page 17
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SEPTEMBER, 29,1954 BLTTHEVILLE (ARK.? COUHIER NEWg OUt IOARDING HOUSl — wit h Major Hooplt EGAD., %CH$i I'M LITERALLY IN! A* SEVENTH UeAVE BLISSFUL OPe(?ATlOl WHAT W OUT OUR WAY J. R. Williami M -o c BAZOO BOTTS.WEVF SELECTED YOU AS CLUB TREASURER BECAUSE WE 0ELIB/ETOUTO BE — —HONEST, FORTVI- RIGHT AND ACCURATE" IN HANDLING THE I CLUBS FINANCES..' .I'M MONOR6D, / SVLVESTtfc/ / BRUCE BARNES, , SELECTED YOU AS ASSISTANT TteEASuRE^ Tt> CHECK: AND ASSURE us WE HAVEN'T ERRED V— —IM JU061N6 8A2OO To BE 'HONEST, FORTHRIGHT AND— - 'First let's do a problem we like, Dad—we can figure the minutes between now and Christmas!" "It's Just me—I got lon«ly!" SUSPECT By Hugh Lawrence Nelson Copyright 1954 by Hugh Lawrentc Distributed by N£A S*met, Inc. THE STORYt Private Detec- tivt Jim Dunn had Jajit returned from hi* Jhoneyiiioon, when he I* reqaeme^ fcy Mr». Kit Carlwon "to (cet ttoraethinR" on her mother-in-In^v. Dunn's secretary, MlMM Wtatcr. •wiirns him not •to have anything; to Ao with - the e«ae. • * * II TT was 7 o'clock when , Jim Dunn drove through the Last of the traffic and glare of Westwood and headed toward the mountains en the Morrison road. Jim smiled at his bride. He felt he could spend the rest of his life smiling at her. Built on a miniature scale, standing only five feet in her toast-colored sandals which matched a short fleece coat, she was nevertheless" per-" fectly proportioned. She wore a long, full, high-waisted skirt of Navajo stripes in apple green, yellow and black, a white peasant blouse with short puffed sleeves and yellow ribbons run through the eyelets around the neck. She showed no evidence of the hasty job she had done in uprooting their belongings from an apartment she had only begun to arrange. "You weren't definite over the phone. Says you, 'Nancy, would you like to go with me on a job ir the mountains that may last for a month or so?' What would you have done if I'd said no?" "Missed you a lot," Jim said. "Why, you viper! Is Mrs. Carlson pretty?" "I suppose you might say so. And she's determined." Nancy settled herself more comfortably. "I don't suppose I have to be iealous. But. Jim. are you one of those who thinks the high places bring, out the worst in people?" "Or. the best," Jim amended. "And from the Location this might be pretty rugged country. Some people can't take it. Some people just plain don't like the mountains, but do all right in cities." Nancy filed . her husband's opinions away for future reference. "At that," Jim went on, "I guess our client has had her share of trouble. 1 suppose you've heard of the Denver family, the Carlsons?" "Certainly. You can't live in Colorado and not hear of them. The clan is headed now by old Mrs. J. Oswald Carlson. It wasn't long ago a paper had an article about how much better old-fashioned ways of bringing up children were. It cited the wonderful achievements of the Carlson tribe as an example of the happiness and success which comes from use of a whip and not spoiling the child. There was even a picture of a framed whip that Grandpa Carlson used to use— 'The Carlson Conscience.'" Jim Dunn said bluntly, "That sounds nuts." Gregory Stoneman was found dead beside the swimming pool of the Carlson place in San Frangisco. \ "Maybe you can tell me what the J. in front of all the men's names stands for?" "Certainly. It stands for Juniper. From the old Juniper mine above Fairplay. Grandpa, or great-grandpa if you want to be completely accurate, swindled somebody out of claim and started the the Juniper Carlson 7VANCY shook her head decisively. "Historical. A museum piece. Just think of the importance of the switch that smarted young Carlson backs when Colorado was still Jefferson Territory! Think of the trouble saved if you have your conscience hanging on the wall where it won't bother you too often." / Jim could see where that might bring difficulties. He remembered Miss Wister's warning that the Carlsons were trouble. He said, "Anyway, our client is married to the great-grandson of the whip framer." Nancy nodded. "Mrs, J. Peter fortunes. And just to tie things up neatly, the willow switch, which now rates newspaper articles as the Carlson Conscience, was cut from the creek-bank on the claim." "Must be pretty well dried up by now. Oh, I get it," he went on quickly as his wife smiled. "So is the Carlson conscience— with a little c?" "Right But go on with your part" Jim chuckled, then sobered instantly, launched into the facts gathered from his telephone talk. •'A man, a Gregory Stoneman, was found dead beside the swimming pool of the Carlson place in San Francisco. Fractured skull. There were two used highball glasses on a nearby table. The man's fingerprints were on both glasses, and only his. The death was investigated by the San Francisco police with Captain Steve Johnson himself taking charge. You've heard me speak of him?" "Probably," Nancy said. "You're always talking about cops. Oh, I know. He's the one in Colorado?" "Right At any rate, the investigation brought out no facts that were inconsistent with the death fall." "If being due to a drunken the San Francisco police are satisfied, so am I. I suppose your client told you this?" "I phoned Captain Johnson." "You don't trust this Mrs. Kit Carlson?" "No reason I shouldn't," Jim said. He amended the statement. "Or maybe there is one reason. Miss Wister doesn't like her." Carlson, formerly Kit Zugsmith of San Francisco." "Maybe you know more about this than I do," Jim suggested. "Not about the death in California. dear. 1 separated?" "Not to my knowledge," Jim said. "They weren't together in the office, but he's in the background at least No. I'd say mama-in-law is »just doing her best to break things up. Must be that, or we wouldn't have been hired to—" "Spy?" Nancy suggested. She waited a moment for Jim to express his dislike of the word. Now that really sounds good! A continuation of our honeymoon, you said." "Don't be like that," Jim said. It sounded rather a weak remark, even to him. He blew the horn on a blind curve, kept blowing it just for a break in that line of talk. 7VANCY pulled his hind away at last "I suppose the whole j Carlson tribe is waiting for us?"; "Well, no," Jim admitted, j 'We're supposed to drive to i 3reek Junction, a little place o«a| a side highway. We pick \ir> keys! thei e. Our client 'bought' a plaoe' this afternoon. A place adjoining j ° r a P art of the Carlson estate.! T^HEY started up the Turkey •*• Creek grade before she spoke. "Jim, Miss Wister is in love with % u {£oV:\l\h7p^tK. y °Sunn Almost missed the first al > there in the *™ hairpin turn. "For heaven's sake! Nancy, are' you going to be the kind of wife who thinks all women are after her husband?" "Of course," Nancy said placidly. "It compensates for any doubts about my sanity in tying myself to one man." "Frankly," Jim said, "that's a little confused. But don't explain it. But to get back to San Francisco. The death was finally written down as accidental. The man, Gregory Stoneman, was employed as a gardener on the estate. I guess that's about all." "Don't be like that," Nancy said. "It he was a gardener, what was he doing at the swim"On< thing more," Jim smiled, ming pool? And why the used all ment." Nancy pulled open the compartment. The envelope of papers was- weighted down by Jim's bolstered .45. "Can't carry it any more," Jim reminded. "A new state law prohibits privat* operatives from carrying concealed weapons." Nancy had the pipers out, was using the dash light for a quick study. "Plenty of instructions," she admitted. "And a deed, Jim. In the name of Mrs. Gelstrap." "The cook in the case," Jim said needlessly. "And the previous owner, J. Peter Carlson. Somtthinf* wrong here, Jim?* (T« Be Continue*) WAITl-l * Don't beat head against a brick wall until You've tried . •.-.'• BOB'S GYPSY RUB LINIMENT »0mp/ DELIVERY SERVICE Phone 3-4507 Hoars: 8 ajn t* 9 p.m. with Delivery to 7 WOODS DRUG STORE 221 West Main St. glasses, the evidence.of some sort of a party? -1 suppose this gardener was handsome?" "Yes. Unfortunately for our client. Particularly since our client was alone in the house at the time. Alone, that is. with one vitally important exception. Mrs. Gelstrap," the cook. She swore that 'Mrs. Kit had- not left her rooms, had not gone swimming, hated swimming in fact, and never went near the swimming pool. Captain Johnson couldn't break her story." "Sounds like a pleasant mess," Nancy said. 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