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Show THE Thursday, December 12, 1940 3 1 .,.By idden vto FREDERIC CHAPTER XVI Continued. 17 "You're not," Miss Agatha asked "a very generous young Ran, are vou?" "I have too little." I told her, still tingling, "to be generous. That. I suppose, is wny l ngnt to Keep u. I'm so far beneath the Pagets " "Don't talk nonsense," she bade. I shrugged, deliberately provoking (my hurt. ' "So much that is uncomfortable to me, is nonsense to a Paget," I answered. She grinned mockingly. "How proletarian! You care less slowly, others down?" "Let's drop it," I said and flipped my cigarette into the wastebasket with needless force. "Willingly." she agreed and laid hold of the rim of her chair's wheels. "Will you stay to lunch. David?" . .. I said ungraciously, "I have . nn "No," With Pnfhrnnp if encmpamont T hHHhI th Ptpsb In inh it in "I see," said Miss Agatha calmly. "When you come back this afternoon, we'll get the typewriter from the basement. And before you go out, you might see that whatever is .kindling in the wastebasket is ex-- " tinguished. We've enough on our hands without adding arson." I smelled scorching paper and bent over the basket, "Annie," said Miss Agatha, moving toward the door, "should have emptied it, but when the police come in the door reason flies out " ' "Wait a minute," I begged. There was a single balled sheet of paper in the wastebasket and the tip of my castaway cigarette lay on it I picked up the crumpled wad and an odd feeling, hall Inspiration, half theory, excited me. My fingers J trembled as I undid the ball. It was a letter, broken off in As I read it I could see Grove, blindly in love as can be, hammering out twenty-od- d reproach and devotion to the woman 1 who had not kept their tryst. could see him look up, where the , typing ended, and mark that a window in the Ferriter flat was bright lone had returned. She had not failed him. He had torn the paper from the typewriter, cast it into the basket and rushed, headlong, into disaster. 1 handed the crumpled . sheet to Miss Agatha without a word and she, too, read it through before she spoke. "Poor boy." she said at last and there was tenderness in her usually brisk voice. "Poor, passionate, foolish Grove." I had expected something more kfrom her than this, though even to tee the missive was more pitiful and less ridiculous than most letters of its sort. "But don't you see," I' asked, "what this means?" She turned toward me and replied with equal ' ' tartness. "See? Of course I see? This is what put my nephew's fingerprints on those typewriter keys. This is the letter he said he had been writing. That note the police found on him was written by Everett bent on suicide, earlier. This merely proves that Grove has told the truth. ) It seems more of a surprise to you, David, than it' does to me." She read it over again with a crooked little smile and folded it with gentle hands. I suggested: "Shan't we turn" ft over to Shannon. It proves". J "Shannon?" she repeated with odd indecision. "I don't know. It seems to me a rather sacred thing. You see, no one ever wrote such a letter to me. Let me think it over, David. We'll talk of it later." She rolled herself away without another wordU. I looked at the clock. ) It was almost time for my appointment with Cochrane. f j -- F. VAN DE WATE-- R "I get you." He grinned. "With a sad renunciatory gesture that will live forever in her memory." I checked what I started to say. "Go ahead," I answered. "Rub it in. I rate it" He still played with the shaker. He asked at last: "So the old lady didn't have show you the door?" "No. All I have to do is help her get her nephew out of the coop and substitute the murderer." "Which should keep you busy," Jerry said, "at least until day after tomorrow. Would you like any help?" I did not understand him. "I mean," he went on, "is this just a personal or a professional conference? Do I forget all you've told me, or do we work it out to- gether?" His generosity threw me off balance. "If you still want me to play ball with you," I began, "after " "I don't quite see how I'm to finish it off solo." He seemed relieved and went on more briskly. "Since we're still accomplices, I've got something to show you." He pulled from his pocket a creased and glazed placard, bearing the picture of four men in tights and spangles, posed beneath a good deal of dangling cordage. Below the half-ton- e was the legend "The Four e. CHAPTER XVII The food before us cooled while I talked and Cochrane listened. Like the Ajiclent Mariner's stooge, Jerry had to take it and like it I had come to the beanery to Tell AIL My mind had been partly laundered by my confession to Miss Agatha. I wanted to complete the cleansing by holding back nothing from Jerry. , There was too much darkness for. me to Increase it by further reticence. It wai bitter, under nis mild and trustful regard, to lay bare things I might have tcld long ago. but I went through with it I saw his eyebrows go up, and up. as I told of Grove's earlier visit to the Ferriter apartment, of the voice I bad heard in Mino's and, finally, of Duke's letter.' Then I leaned back, feeling empty but easier and Cochrane looked from me to the salt shaker be fingered. "Duke," he said, still watching it "was sore, of course, over the skinning we've handed him. He doesn't know bow much worse it might hava been, if " He stuck. I, said. "If I hadn't held out on you. Go ahead and tell me what I am. I won't argue it" He locked at me again and gave his beaming smile. "A guy who's That Way Is never quite normal. I might have done worse myself. You have large ideas, Lochinvar." Listen," I tcld him. 'Tve got one idea. That is to get that ncble and highbred sap out of this jam and 'Jr.en fade out of the picture." I picked up the crumpled wad. Flying Ferriters." Cochrane gave it to me and said: "Handle it gently. I got it from e vaudeville agent Henkel, and I've .jot to return it Recognize anyone?" I did and started to speak. I looked more closely and at last faced Jerry's expectant grin. "Either of the two middle ones," I said at last "could have been Lyon Ferriter, ten years ago." "Excellent, Watson," Cochrane crooned. "My own idea. The one on the left Henkel tells me, was Lyon Ferriter. His neighbor was his cousin, Andrew Horstman. The other Ferriters were named Levine and Pappas. They were y in the old era." "Proving what?" I asked him, folding the placard carefully and returning it "Not a thing in the world," Jerry answered, "except thit your friend used to be the daring young man on the flying trapeze. Henkel has the memory of an elephant but even be doesn't know what happened next He does say that Lyon and his cousin were very intelligent for acrobats. When the movies ruined Art. end the Four Flying Ferriters flew apart Henkel thinks that Horstman went into acting and played in stock for a while and that Lyon went to Alaska." "Part of which," I told him, "checks." "It docs more than that" Cochrane drawled with the sleepy air that was his mask for excitement "It practically proves that the Horstman who joined the Ferriters, Lyon and lone, in their honky-tonk- , or whatever, in Alaska was their cousin. And he, if you recall, went out looking for gold with them. They found it and lost Horstman. He never came back." "Well?" I asked, at last for he seemed to have run down, yet I knew the pause was for dramatic effect Cochrane crooned, "Neither," "did Lyon and lone." He beamed. I said, "All right; spring It." They never came back to their cozy little shack," Jerry went on. "That's pure Robert Service, eh? lone and ber brother showed up the following spring in Fairbanks, which Is a considerable hike from Tanana Crossing, where their place stood. They claimed that Horstman got lost in a blizzard and he wasn't there to say he didn't They had samples with them that started a stampede. Lyon went in with it and sold his claim. When be came back, he and sister went down-rive- r, took steamer for the states and vanished. They left so fast they forgot tn do anything about the dump at Tanana Crossing. This was sold laet j oar for taxes. And, thanks to the old-tim- rs two-a-da- CKP. VAN DC NFI'lU. UTAH TIMES-NEW- I'ACE SEVEN iHouseholdNeius WATr assiduous Fairbanks correspondent of the Press, there you are." "Where?" I asked. Cochrane chuckled. "It all adds up," he admitted, "to whatever you choose to make it It's background on the guy you and the old gal have elected murderer, anyway." I said. "It's also a problem in relationship. Everett used to be a Horstman. Then he wasn't brother to Lyon and lone. He may have been " Y v. ' $v s I bogged down. "Brother or something to the Horstman the blizzard is alleged to have abolished." Cochrane finished for me. "It'll take a genealogist to figure it out eh? And the authority on the subject broke his neck last night. That's too bad. We need him." "No," I told him, "what we really need is Lyon's weakness. That's what Miss Agatha Paget wants." I went over my recent talk with her. Cochrane ate and then forgot his food to sit listening, apparently half asleep. "You know," he said when I ended, "that's a pretty unusual crone. I'd like to meet her." "Why not?" I asked. He had been too generous for me to bold back now. The question shook him out of his drowsiness. "Do you mean it?" "I'll phone and see," I said, rising. "But you'll have to keep her out of the papers." "Oke," Jerry beamed. "It'll be enough of a thrill just to get Inside the Morello." At the telephone, I told Miss Agatha I was bringing Cochrane up to see her. If I had asked permission, I think she might have forbidden it but I followed up with persuasion and reassurance until she consented and promised at my suggestion to clear our way through the hostile lobby. She was in the workroom when we entered. She seemed relieved that Jerry had neither horns nor tail and welcomed him serenely. I had grown accustomed to the spirit that dwelt intact in that crippled body, but Cochrane was a little dazed. The glass and bottle laden, stood beside the old lady's wheel chair. "One of the few perquisites of age," Miss Agatha told us briskly, "is liquor. I hope you drink, Mr. Cochrane?" "Only," he said solemnly, "in my social moments." Miss Agatha's face changed and she glanced at me. She picked her words: "I had understood that this was a social call." "It is," Jerry told her, and she chuckled as she reached for the glasses. We talked and sipped our highballs. I watched Cochrane's reti cence melt and saw the old lady's stiff face relax. Presently, with his doubt completely gone, Jerry was telling her in a low intimate voice all he had learned from Henkel and the Press' Fairbanks correspondent, of Lyon's past Miss Agatha heard him through, with slowly narrowing eyes. She surveyed the placard Cochrane showed her and looked at it so long that Jerry repeated: "Ferriter is the second man from the lea" This seemed to rouse her. "Yes." she said with forced briskness, "yes, I see," and threw off whatever odd abstraction had held her. "He and his neighbor look much alike. So he's the one who went with his beloved sister to the Arctic. I don't think I'm in wishing they'd stayed there." "Is she," Cochrane asked suddenly, "his 'beloved sister'?" Miss Agatha looked at him hard before she spoke. "I've seen no birth certificates," she replied tartly, "but there certainly is a family resemblance. And he is utterly devoted to her. If he were less so, my nephew mightn't be in Jail at the moment" "Because," Cochrane went on, "1 gather from our Fairbanks man I wish Fd brought along that dispatch that they quarreled a good deal while they were living at Tanana Crossing." "Pooh." said Miss Agatha, "brothers and sisters always quarrel. She in a region of few was women, and he probably was jealous." "Our correspondent' idea," Jerry answered, "is just the opposite. He wires that Lyon objected because she wasn't attentive enough to customers. After Horstman arrived, He and Lyon there was a blow-up- . had a fight Thst was just before the three of them went prospecting." "And Horstman didn't come back." Mis Agatha thought aloud, and was silent for an instant "Well." she added, pulling herself together, "Lyon and lone probably murdered him. There' nothing to compare with a murder as a solvent or maker of trouble." Yet when Cochrane had gone, that part of his narrative seemed to irritate her. 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