Lenox Time Table from Lenox, Iowa on April 2, 1936 · Page 3
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Lenox, Iowa
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Thursday, April 2, 1936
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LENOX TIME TABLE, LENOX, IOWA FLAME IN THE ORES center of the _ HAROLD TITUS •^ CHAPTER VIII—Continued —8— |He walked on after that mo- ,niess interval, recalling things Ezra had said last night, old physician had the bullet Ihicli had slain Nan's father. A llrty-eight, he had said ... a llrty-elght. And last night he had fcld West's automatic in his own bnd, had ejected the loads from He lincl given no heed to the size ,t, thinking back, the cartridges lemed to be no larger, at least, an thirty-eights. Islow, yes. West's suspicions of bra's activity must not be aroused, {nd another thing; It was as 1m- brtnnt to locate that money, were still In the country, as it was to _n the guilt of murder on the in- Ivldiml who had taken Cash Down- la life. |lf he could' determine the caliber [that pistol, for instance; if he raid get possession of it and send and the bullet to a crime-cletec- bn laboratory where ballistic exerts could determine whether or bt it was the weapon which had bne murder. That, he knew, loukl not be conclusive evidence. Tut it would perhaps tell whether i not his hatred for West had feen an unwarranted Influence in Busing these suspicions. I An idea occurred to him. | Leaving Tip to guard camp— j set ofC retracing the way he had 1st come. iBut even before he was crossing le trestle his rage began to ebb. lore was at stake than his per- Innl feelings, he told himself. This Jan West was no child. Perhaps i was a murderer and a thief; if to recover what he had stolen, bring him to answer for the leatest of crimes, would necessl- Ite slow and careful movements. [Boats and canoes were beached a shelf of gravel below the without having West know where It had gone? A clump of small birches grew close to the rear wall of the house, their trunks almost touched the low eaves. Hand over hand, he went up the saplings and hitched himself to. the wet shingles, stretch- Ing out on his belly. Now he could see West plainly. The man was sitting in a chair, the whisky bottle in his hands! The pistol, Kerry saw, was hung In Its holster over the back of a chair. West drank once more, and whisky trickled over his chin. His movements, replacing the bottle on the small table, were uncertain. He rose and groped for the hanging light-bulb. Night shut down suddenly and bedsprlngs creaked as a heavy body fell upon them. . . . Kerry was within feet of that weapon. And he had a plan to get hold of It. He rose from his position on the shingles and began making his way along the roof, cautiously. He gained the ridge and stood erect. The chimney belched great volumes of smoke. Off came Young's jacket, now; over the flue opening it went, and he crouched against the masonry, waiting. Down In the maw of the fireplace, feeble flames died from orange to blue and then expired, in the rolling smoke, which cut off from escape above, flowed out and filled the living room. It drifted up the stairway and into the upper hall, growing thicker and thicker as the punky birch smoldered. Along the hallway it rolled, and into the room where a man lay, breathing heavily, still muttering to himself. Tod West was In a stupor. He rolled over and cursed thickly. He coughed and strangled and struggled up to one elbow, staring about group, his hair In disarray. Under cover of the excitement Kerry Young, the pistol In his pocket, made for the trestle, running when he safely could put distance between himself and the crowd back yonder. He wanted to be away where he could laugh himself sore! powerful man In the . . . smoked out, In his The most community underwear. *••«*** Nan Downer, so Kerry Young discovered the next forenoon, was the most businesslike young woman he had ever encountered. He sat on a stool before the drafting-board, translating Into line and colors field notes that had been given Urn. And while Kerry was thus employed Nan talked business with two fishermen. With maps spread before her and detailed information at command, the girl made such a sales-talk as Kerry had never before heard. She pictured the selective logging operations which, under her plan, would continue Indefinitely all over the properties; pointed out how streams always would have their watersheds cloaked under such a scheme, how deer and grouse and all wild things would forever find food and shelter in a forest so administered. She had figures In her head and argument In her wit; and behind all this, she had conviction: The men- men of affairs, surely—listened Intently, and when they had asked their last question, cleared up the final detail of the proposal, one said: "I rather think, Miss Downer, that we can deal. Of course, it depends on how the rest of our crowd reacts. But you've got us so well steamed up that I wouldn't be surprised if we'd be back here with money in a few days and ask you to draw the papers!" That was encouraging, surely, but when they left she wilted suddenly and sat down at her desk as if weak. "Young, watching her, said after a moment: "What's wrong?" "Nothing," she answered. "Everything!" She faced him, her eyes dark with trouble. "I think they're sold; I think at least two more " •• •"*• O"~" "f *- v W"^* IrfJUW T* ( £>l.t*L A-U& U.JJUU L mdlng. Kerry made Us way.there, in the darkness. He coughed again; id stood listening. The buildings " the little town were dark, now. Above, loomed the small depot; ;ross the way from It was West's rase. West might be there now, it no lights showed In the win- He would wait. iws. It was not long before his ears tected the sound of a cautiously. ielded paddle, and he stooped bend some bushes for complete con- alment. A prow grated; a foot lashed in water; a man grunted | he lifted a canoe. Young could see, but remain Iseen. He saw that large bulk of •man deposit the canoe carefully, Ittom up, then turn abruptly and ^ke his way up the bank. Kerry did not follow at once. And Pen he did slip noiselessly to the [Pot and around the corner he Is rewarded by a glow of lights [windows across the street, tie crossed the street, melting into i shadows about the house, tak- up a position at one corner lere be could peer through a |ndow. West was standing there I'ting light wood Into the fire That done, he crossed the to a cupboard, took from it a flaky-bottle and drank deeply, le stood for a moment close to • fire and then began undressing 8 shirt came off first. As he •ned Kerry could see the pisto ster strapped to his side. Off 2 the pncs and then the breeches the iimn stood In his under- 'es, drinking again from the hot- He drank deeply ... too ly, Kerry remarked to himself, pee. Iden. man with a past to keep fhe firelight was not so brilliant *• -LUe birch wood evidently was A great bank of dense white the throat of the the master of the house was satisfied with the fire or considered that he had more things to do. He took from the mantel, and P B1 »g his head as though rnut- to himself, made his way up the stairs. ! y slipped along the end of louse and reached the rear just a shaft of light shot out into spruce thicket there. The light worn a dormer window set in gently pitched roof. Stepping the panes. Kerry and shoulders be. be man raised the bottle to his ntf a , fourth tlm « and then, y placing it on a table, un! 6 Strap of hls shoulder inn , eva £ That ortaS put . darkness Kerr y let and COQlfed hls might be a m ° s * But > hlS ° wn offlclal B <« how to tret Dossaaslon then the Instinctive alarm in human beings for natural elements out of control shocked him into a state bordering full consciousness. His feet hit the floor. He flung the door wide open and made for the stairway. He could not breathe, could not see. He turned about and ran for his room again, choking nnd gasping. He fumbled at the catch of his window, threw up the sash and his great voice roared into the black night. "Fire!" he yelled. "Fire!" And again: "Fire! Help! Fire!" He threw a foot to the wet roof and scrambled out, slipped, rolled over, threw his arms wide and brought himself to a sliding stop almost at the eaves. "Fire!" he yelled again. "Hi, you! Turn out I Fire!" Kerry Young shrank close against the chimney. A voice came out of the night: "Where? What's afire?" A light showed in the next house. A door slammed. The town was turning out, while Tod West was making his way down the birches that had given Kerry easy access to the roof. Footsteps sounded below Ypung; voices were raised. Leaning over the edge of the roof, cupping a hand over his mouth to make his location more difficult to determine should any be curious, lie yelled: "Get the furniture, boys! Get Tod's stuff out!" He whipped his coat from the flue, and put it on, running along the ridge toward the break of the dormer. "Get Tod's goods out!" he heard someone yell. Feet drummed on the wide porch, he heard a heavy object drawn across the floor below. In a second he was Inside the window from which West had made his exit. He found the chair, found the holster with its burden. Ho slipped pistol and holster into his pocket, threw the chair through the window to the roof, followed it with the small table, and scrambled out himself. The gathering crowd was in front. "Smoke's so damn thick can't locate it 1" someone complained loudly. "Careful of that clock!" another cried. "Take it into my house!" Kerry slid down the birches, slipped into the timber which grew close to the rear of the house. Then he watched. Furniture was already scattered about the doorway. Two men were on the roof, shouted puzzled questions to one another. "Hell!" someone said. "There ain't no fire, boys! It's that damn' chimney!" Smoke was clearing from the Interior. Tod West, garbed In his underwear, stood confused and Now He Could See West Plainly. groups are ready to deal. But under the terms of my contract with the Northern Wood Products company— which Is Tod West—I can't deliver the title we must deliver until another principal payment is made." "That's tough 1" Young said. That evening Young borrowed a car from Holt Stuart. "I'd like to run In to Shoestring for a bit," he said. "All right; take my car," the other responded, but without much graciousness, and as Kerry walked away Stuart watched him, frowning a little. The road from West's Landing to Shoestring was only a sand trail through chopplngs and standing timber; where it traversed swamps, corduroy hud been laid. Young's eyes were fixed ahead, on the alert for spring-breaking chuck-holes and stumps. So lie did not watch- behind, did not observe the ancient flivver with a tattered top which kept pace v.'ith him. . , . Ezra Adams was In his shabby office behind the small waiting-room when Young walked In. "Kerry!" the old man whispered. "What brings you here? And so soon?" "Yeah. Soon, sure enough. Rut we can't begin soon enough In this case, can we?" He reached into an Inner pocket and produced pistol and holster. "What the dickens 've you got here?" Young looked at the door behind them. He turned and closed it before he made reply. "This, Coroner Adams, is perhaps the gun that killed Cash Downer." "No! You don't say !" He sat down and motioned the physician to another chair. "You see, a lot happened yesterday." He went on then, relating the pertinent evente which had transpired since Ezra had left him. He told the story of how he obtained possession of the gun and arranged matters so that it would be natural for West to believe it had been lost or mislaid or appropriated by some of his townsmen. "Now, even If we can hook np bullet and gun, It will pros* noth. Ing. West could swear he found the gat or bought It from a deer-hunter after the shooting; could get away with almost any story of how he came to have It. "Hlnkle'a story looks bad for West But If the state police report that the gun which West had been packing fired the bullet which killed Cash, then we'll know that any effort we make to hang the thing on him won't be wasted. Does that make sense?" Ezra nodded emphatically. "I'd say It did ... sound sense! —Kow,"—turning to his safe,— "here's the bullet I took out of poor old Cash's brain. I'll get these things right off to the police. "Meantime, we've got to lay low and wait and watch. What other plan have you?" Young frowned nnd scratched his temple. None. Finding the murderer Is one thing; finding the cash Is another. If it's only just commenced to come Into circulation, we may expect more of it. If West Jjas It, he's too smart to keep it around his place. I'd say, offlmml, he's the sort that would cache It In the bush somewhere. The important thing, as I see it, Is to try to get a line on his hiding-place for the money before he suspects us of being busy on the Downer matter at all. "And the situation's getting awfully tight. Nan's got a chance, it seems, to commence selling big tracts of stuff with logging rights, under the prescribed plan, 'reserved. She can't give title until she's negotiated another payment on the contract with West. It'looks to meas though he had waited for her to do the work and now's going to step In and skim the cream." "Young, we've got no time to lose. . . . Who'd have thought"— Ezra exclaimed, rising, and as he stood up letting his voice rise as well—-"who'd have thought that we'd ever get enough in the way of suspicion to start diggin' into'the Downer case again? Young, I sure am glad you came down the Mad Woman day before yesterday!" And on that, Frank Blucjay, who had been standing in the waiting room, one ear against the panel of that closed door, made his way on moccasined feet to the entry, and disappeared in - the darkness. Later that night Tod West had his report from the 'breed. "I couldn't hear no-t'ing ontil the las'," he said. "The Doc |ie said then they was startln' diggin' up the Downer case again." "Is that all?" West put the question sharply. "All I could hear. They made a lot of talk before, but they said It so low." "Well, that means nothing, then." But his voice shook and in the dusk he could see the'other look at him Intently. "You keep after this Young, Frank. I want to know everything he does . ; . everything, understand !" > Bluejay made no response for a moment. Then he muttered: "I don't like that man, Tod. He's one damn' fool. He's strong as hel. He ain't scared of no-t'ing." "And he's got you scared?" "Naw, ho aln' got me scart!"— boastfully. "Maybe so he'll get himself into trouble with me yet, eh?"" "Yes, maybe," growled West. "But you watch him; you're on the payroll to watch him, remember." The 'breed walked away and West turned within. Alone there, he wiped the clammy sweat from his face and stood motionless n long time. He did not like the word that Frank Bluejay had brought back from town, nor had he liked the way the 'breed looked at him when his voice shook. He turned to the cupboard and took down a fresh bottle of whisky; then, after a moment of Indecision, put It back resolutely. "Not too much of that," he growled, and began to pace the floor, calling on all his resources for clear thought and careful poise. This Young was evidently bent on remaining in the country. But why was he running to Ezra? And what did he know about the Downer case? A persistent, arrogant devil! He was the one man West could recall who had clashed with Frank Bluejay and not shown at least some hesitation. He WAS the only man he knew who had p'at fear into the 'breed's heart. . . . At that he paused, squeezing his lower lip thoughtfully. Bluejay, afraid of Young: Blue- jay, knocked off the trestle by Young; Bluejay, savage and vindictive ; Bluejay, who, could he be certain of escaping detection, would sooner kill than not. . . . West stood still for a long while. "Perhaps," he muttered to himself, "perhaps!" And later: "Sure! ... By God, I'd bet on it'!' He turned to the doorway, staring out into the star-hung night. Insects sang and the river murmured. Somewhere a radio blared. Upstream, he could see the lights of Downer's headquarters. After he bad held his eyes there for a time he turned with a sort of moan nnd walked with determination to where his whisky waited. (TO BE CONTINUED) The "I. O. U." The "I. O. U." Is not a proml* sory note, as It contains no promise to pay. It is regarded ai an account stated and If not addressed to a particular person, the boldei Is the creditor. 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