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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 13

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14 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE MARCH 7 mm 1931 MAR LAUGHTER I · --, ,_,, - -. ._***"'·**'1*u-nasitmlaln*-mt*Knn urn JA THRHJJNC MYSTCRY STQRY * by MILES BURTON It: READ THIS FIBST; ~The "famous Hardway diamonds arc Btolen and a gang led by a person called the Funny Toff, who no one ha» seen,"but who Is Identl fled by bis maniacal laughter at the Bcene* of his crimes Is suspected Inspector Brooks Is first put on the trail, but his body Is returned in.a packing case to Sir Edric Comvay police commissioner. Young Dick Penhampton, who is In love with pretty .Alison Weatherleigh, is^piil on the trail and at midnight dJscoV' era'; the body of one Thomas Her, Tldgei a,rival gangster. -One of the diamonds .has been placed on the dead, man's chest. Dick and.Detec- tlve Pollard seem'to lose all clews Dick finally asks Sir Edrlo to make an examination of the packing c*$ in which Brooks' body was returned pick discovers ft piece of mud in the case from Brooks' shoe. Upon being ^ analyzed,'the discovery Is made"11 probably comes from a lonely hill country known as the Mendips. Dick-pays the locality a visit to investigate some^old lead mine workings.' In the hills, Dick discovers an abandoned old mining building belonging to a lead mining syndicate. .Summoned 'home by. a telegram signed Alison, Dick., learns next · morning that Mr, Ibbotson's house has been robbed of some famous rubies. The poUce question the servants. . , (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER 28 The butler, 'whose name was Burke, appeared at the sergeant's summons. He was an elderly man and his face bore traces of pitiable horror aid alarm. Pollard received him kindly and told him to sit down. -"Now then. Burke, tell us , what you know about the business." Burke complied, in a long and rather rambling stateiaent. He had gone to bed soon after 11 o'clock the previous night, having locked up as usual. It was his custom'to . - lock the pantry door-, but to leave the key in the lock. When he came down stairs in the morning, the first thing'he noticed was that the pantry door 'was open. This did not at first astonish him, as he a posed that one of the other servants had had occasion to go in for something. It was his intention to spend the morning polishing the plate, and : for that purpose he took out · the key of the safe and inserted it in the lock.: He then discovered that the .safe was already unlocked, and, on opening it, he found that the case containing the rubies was missing. Without saying' any thing to anybody .in the house, he 'immediately telephoned to police. . - . I ' . , .These were: the main facts in his jHtatenient, : ^disentangled from a mass of repetition and Irrelevant detail. Pollard, from his experience of men, had very little doubt that he was tolling' the truth. However, he proceeded to question him minutely. In reply to.his questions, certain other facts were elicited. ,"' Mr. and ; Mrs. .Ibbotson were the only regular occupants of the House with the exception of five servants. Their four sons and daughters Were' married, and tho they .frequently came to stay,-none of them had'done so within the preceding ten days. On the previous afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Ibbotson: had driven down .to their eldest son's house in Surrey, to spend a couple of nights. Before they,left? Mr. Ibbotson 'had told ' Burke that he had received a telephone message which might make it necessary for him to return,to London that night, but that Burke need lio.t wait up for him. Mr. and Mrs.. Ibbbtson were frequently but at night until very late. It was the rule of the house, that, unless they ordered otherwise, the household went to bed. Mr. Ibbotson had a latchkey, with which he could let himself in. Burke, knowing of Mr. Ibbotson's .possible return the pre- vious night, had not bolted the front door. The safe had two keys. One was In the possession of Mr. Ibbotson. the other Burke carried on a bunch with the keys of the cellar and oth- 'er departments in his charge. Burke had slept with this key under his pillow and "was absolutely certain that it had not been used to open the safe. At this point the sergeant waa called from the room, to return with an important air: He whispered something in Pollard's ear. "All right. Burke, that will do : for the present," he said. And when Burke'hid left the room: "Nqw, then, sergeant, ru see your man.' A constable of C division was ushered in, and. with 'a few curt questions Pollard elicited his story. He had been on duty In Park Lane the previous night, and at about twelve-thirty, he had seen a man let himself into Number 321 with t latch-key. He had taken no particular notice as there was nothing unusual in such an event. However, hearing of the burglary, he bad thot it his duty to report the matter. The man. had arrived in a large car, which had immediately driven off. He had not noticed its ; mimber; He had not caught sight of the man's face, but ;was sure that was In evening dress. .He was tall, and was wearing a dark coat ami an opera hat Tne man entered, the house and shut the door behind him. The constable had subsequently moved on, and had seen nobody leave .the house. . Pollard i nodded. This confirmed .the suspicion he had already, formed. He spent the next hour in inters viewing the remainder of tne .servants/without .learning anything of much interest. He found no grounds for believing that any o£ them were in league with the burglar. He had barely completed his task when .Mr. Ibbotson arrived, having driven post-haste back from Surrey, in reply, to a telephone: message from Burke. He..was naturally very much perturbed, and It took some time for Pollard to soothe him sufficiently to enable him to answer questions coherently. "I'm sure you'll give me every assistance you. can,- Mr. Ibbbtson,' 1 he began.'"In the first place, may I ask where you keep your key of the safe?" . "In my pocket," replied Mr. Ibbotson promptly, producing, a silver ring with two keys on it. "As you see, I -keep it separ'ace from the re* mainder of my keys, with the key jf the front door. I took them down :o my son's place and they were ocked in a drawer of my dressing table all night." ''You never leave these keya about,'I suppose?" suggested Polard.'.-': "Never!" replied Mr. Ibbotson emphatically.i'l: may. say,: that the key of the safe nas never been out; of my possession since 1 have had it. With one exception, for a very short time, that is," he added as an afterthot. : "May I 'ask what this occasion was?" inquired Pollard. "Oh,;it wag of no importance. My wife and:I were.at the Erps--it's a night-club, as.you probably· know- last September. The 24th it was, I remember' the date, 'because it is the anniversary of our wedding-day. We had been dancing', and wnen we got back to our table, I happened to put my hand in my pocket and found that.the keys were missing, I told the manager of the place and the keys were found under one of the tables when the place was cleaned up. They must have fallen out when I was dancing, and got kicked'aside.' The man sent them back to me next morning. I remember, that he nad a Job to get into the house that night. We had to knock up poor old Burke and it took a devil of a time to wake him.' "You "don't suspect Burke of having had any part in the theft last night, do you, sir?" Pollard asked. "Burke? No fear! I'd trust him (Tarn to Page 18. Column 2). FRONT PAGE FOLK By CLIFFORD McBRIDE Wash yer windshield, sir? MUGGS McGINNIS OU,NJo! ee WHAT T\AT MAKE.? rrS? STULTO eio FOR WfAtt , WHAT'DOSVfcR A DIDNT SET j UEKE= HE, S 6faT THAT OAT The Big Shot!! 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