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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 12

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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE, JULY 5 1935 ! I THE OLD HOME TOWN By STAN LEY .. (NOW SORT tfl "f EftSS Dc*WM i. ( BEHIMO -THOSE S f BUSHES AWt 1LU \ MEET You AT ED WQRSLER^SNHO DELJX/ERS WASHI FOra HIS VJIFE, DJSSDISEP HIMSELF AS A BLOWING SHEET TOCW'ANOSNEAKEtOF1» THE HOME LOT FOR. A UITTLE FISH/N* TBlP VJITH A BUPDf- CHAPTER 44. DEAD DOG- The sergeant gave a sigh of satisfaction. "That's the car wanted in connection with the Warley case," he said importantly. "I want to ring up -my solicitor, please," said Guy firmly. "And I'd like you to get in touch with Chief Inspector Grice at Scotland Yard, he knows me. Can I speak to him from here?" "You'll have plenty of time to speak to him," said the sergeant grimly. "Take him along to the cells, Futcher, I'll ring up headquarters." It was exactly one-thirty that a car stopped at the police station and Chief Inspector Grice himself, lean, ferret-faced and red-haired, got out. "Grice!" Guy started with relief as the door opened. The inspector held out his hand. "Well, now, sir, what's all this?" he asked. Guy's statement of the facts took just three minutes. "Quite so, quite so, 1 -' said Grice soothingly. "I understand! But of course, whatever he did you shouldn't have pushed him, sir." "I know but well--I was in a hurry. I'll apologize, anything, but can you get me out of this?" urged Guy. "I tell you, Grice, I'm scared blue! This lady--the young lady I'm telling you about, who was with me, has gone to Mrs. Poynter's flat now and Lord only knows what's happening!" "I'll do what I can," Grice promised, "but I'll have to ask you a few questions first." "Make 'em snappy, then!" "I'll try to," Grice conceded. "Put in a nutshell, the position's this: Mrs. Sumers or Poynter, or whatever her name is, came round to see us this morning. Mrs. Sumers had said that she knew nothing--that her furniture had been moved, that she'd only been down there to see it out and that she'd not been near the cellar. That was confirmed by the movers' men, who said the door was locked and the key gone. Anyway, there wasn't any doubt she bad an alibi." "Well?" Guy's eyes were on his watch; he was sweating lightly. "Well, this morning she came round with a tale that she had the number of the blue car that was seen upon the downs. Said her gardener had spotted it coming by his cottage round about nine-thirty the next morning and had written to . her--though why I don't know!" "I see," "agreed Guy. "What do you want me to tell you?" "Can you explain, sir, what your car was doing down at Warley that night?" Guy hesitated. "Officially?" he asked. "Yes," said Grice. There was a pause that lasted a bare fraction of a minute and their eyes met. Guy took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. It had a set, grirn look. "By the way, how's your wife?" he asked pointedly. "All right again?" "Getting on fine now," said Grice j reproachfully, "But that's not cricket, sir, .if .1 may say so." "I know it's not," said Guy. "But --for Heaven's sake be human!" Grice looked at the door and at the captive. But he saw neither. He was thinking of a woman who had lain ill, despaired of, and this man beside him who had saved her life. "Go on, sir!" he capitulated. So Guy told for the second time that day the story of his movements on the night he went to Warley, and of his meeting with Alison. Grice heard him through without expression. "You yourself saw no one in the house that night except the young lady?" "No one," agreed Guy firmly. "Could you tell me a little bit more clearly what you did down in the cellar?" he asked. 'As far as I remember, Miss Rede and I went through it, very carefully, flashing the light about and looking into all the curners. We found the main switch and turned on the electric light." 'Just a moment, sir--you didn't do anything before turning on the main? Didn't shift anything?" "No." Guy looked at him wonder ingly. "Oh! Yes! There was one thing." "What?" Grice was leaning forward, his small pale eyes glitterin; eagerly. "There was a big roll of linoleum in one comer, ,near the recess under the stairs," said Guy. "It fell over. A rat ran out--I suppose he'd got frightened at our moving about. Why? What's the matter?" Grice did not answer the question. Instead he asked, "Did the linoleum fall lightly?" "Lightly? No!" Guy looked up startled. "It fell over with a terrific crash. Why?" 'Linoleum's heavy stuff, of course," said Grice. "But there wasn't much of it." "Not much? There was a huge roll about eight feet high, I should think." "How big around?" Grice snapped out that question. "Nearly three feet in diameter, I should say.' 1 Then grasping the import of the question, he cried, "Gooc Lord! You don't mean?" "I can't be sure, of course," admitted Grice. "But it's possible. You see, the roll we found was quite small." "You think he was hiding in there all the time?" Guy was eager now "More likely to be hiding in the cellar. He might've heard you coming and have gone and got inside the linoleum. It's only guesswork, of course." "But if he did that, why should he fall over?" Guy was frowning. "That's just it," said Grice. "Did you see a little deal stool about two foot high, sir?" "No-no. No! I'm sure I didn't." "There was one, when the body was found," declared Grice. "If he'd put that inside the roll and stood on it to get the edges wrapped 'round him--" "He'd be topheavy!" ended Guy "Exactly." "You mean he got killed lik that?" But Grice-was cautious. "It's possible. You see. we found him with his skull fractured and his head cut open at the back where it had hit the edge of the iron brace across the stairs, and that muat'vi killed him. But he was lying with both arms straight down beside him That's what made it look like mur der--or manslaughter--his arms be ing at his sides like that, and the key being gone." "But I don't understand." Guj spoke slowly. "The linoleum fell back into the recess. If he was in it and got killed like that what was there to puzzle you?" "Ah!" said Inspector Grice. "But there wasn't any linoleum when we found him. The stool was by him in the recess but nothing else. The only roll of linoleum we saw was on the top of the electric switch box!" "The electric switch! But there was nothing there.' I switched on the lights myself--and Miss Rede turned them off in the morning!" "Exactly, sir," said Grice. "That's why I believe your story." "But if the linoleum was moved?" MO, AMQ A. ^E\N GOOD 1_\CVCS \M\Ll_ POT VT IVi^WAPE. AGAAM. jgfj^, FETCH ME. SOME. , NOR \_VGHTNVt*Y3 D\DH V T DO VT. \T FOR TVAS Y-VPH. OF ME, QOOOV, T MVGVJT tUING TO UKPPEV3 ev.ec-TR.voTv OVOWf CO VT- YOO DON'T 1 ITWSSVC-SOVAE.OWE IT ON PVRE, DO VOO 5 Jy Les : orgrave ?^ Copyright, 1935. by. Central Press Association^ Inc._ , _ . ne on THE. MOUNTED ft High ressure Pete -- VOHPsV P\0 "WJc- CtfOOK 60 VOHEH WOOm VOKNTE.O' OOH- " POCKET-60OK By George Swan Go HOWE. J NOW, NOW,Tu66V... I OON'T LIKE j -"TINS CRESr \S ALL RIGHT TH(S CMsAP. /AND \T \SM'T HNUMTED - Sjs. NO SUCH THING SHoSTS OLLV, I VN1SH 1 WERE HA\-F AS SURE AS I SOU/MDEO. V'lW Chip Collins' Adventures KNOW n'S AFTER. TAPS. By Stark Wilhelm A THE GREENS, A 61 PA-! Muggs McGinnis WOW COULD YOU KNOW? HEY 1 . GRANDPA! V HAVE VOO \ rttARO TV\t MR GREENJOLO ME IT WAS 1SAW EM PUTTING POWDER ON IT/ ByWally Bishop Copyricht, 1935, by Central Press Asjocialinn, Inr. f EVERY BOOMS' IM THE "1 CAE- VJE'RE ALL SET TO LEAME/ THERE APE THE BAGS- TAKE EM RlGHr OOWM- VJELL, NO USE IN TAKING \OU ALOMG ON A VACATION- MAM BE THIS TRIP WILL HELP ME TO TVIE BOAT CLUB- a distant city We, find By Paul Robinson By William Ritt Clarence Gray BRICK BRADFORD By YOUNG THE TUTTS NO/NO/SEE-HVAIRUSS/ j A WALRUS/ AND IS HE A MONSTER' SEAL/ OUR MEAT SUPPLY IS ABOUT GONE-PERHAPS EVERY So OPfEK CL^,·T^.^ 510RV CHARGES TO ATTACK' "Who moved it?" ended the inspector. "Who is there who'd take an interest in making an accident look like a murder?" "I can tell you that;" said Guy. "But for heaven's sake get me out of here first!" "All right, sir. You stay here, I'll speak to the sergeant." They were coming. Alison found herself trembling: all over as she saw Daphne, with the coarse-faced woman behind her. "All right, Bob. You'd better go and leave us." Daphne was calm again now. "This is your new maid. Preedy, Alison. She has brought some smelling salts and sal volatile and--Boh, don't eat that!" Robert started and looked 'round; be had taken a chocolate from the box. She said quickly, "I'm sorry) Those are the creams I made for Alison. I've some of the nutty sort you like out in the car." "Oh! AH right." The little white dog, scenting the sweetstuff. had been begging and Robert let the cholocate drop into its mouth. "Come on, we're late." said Daphne. But no one either listened or obeyed. They were all three staring at the dog who was running 'round in little circles. Daphne repeated angrily, "Bob! Come on!" But Robert Rede paid no attention. He dropped on his knees. His hands went out to catch the dog as it rolled over on its back with a convulsive struggle, both legs stiffly in the air. (Copyright, 1935, Evelyn M. Winch) Next: Robert Rede is convinced.

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