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Show . -- a d By FREDERIC Continued. CHAPTER XIX 20 had left for his post, the ceased to fight us and took cu-he was game. He charge. Once in, . i .. tr.e nexi wieeu uimuica wir sner-- t the stage, mentally and physientrance. The doorcally, for Lyon's bells' shrill cut him off midway in t:s r.al instructions. We heard Annie come down the hall. Shannon sat behind the desk. at the sunlight AlJegra looked out that" crept up the area's wall and locked her hands tight in her lap to Cochrane check their trembling. with a half smile at nothing stared and lighted a cigarette. "Please," said Miss Agatha and She fce started and offered her one. lighted it steadily as Lyon Ferriter When Al si 4 tg entered. Ke checked himself just over the threshold as though our plan were an invisible wall and I felt that his lank tody grew tense. In the wintry light, his face looked paler and thinner but it was as controlled as his voice. "I'm sorry to break in on a conference, but the hallman said you wished to see me, Miss Paget." His eyes questioned each of us. He must have read danger in our silence for he lookedat me last and longest. Miss quilly: ,J Agatha, said, quite Greetings F. VAN DE WATtLR "He's downstairs now," Shannon said, "and he's confessed. He r.ever saw her at all. He said he d;d it because he didn't want to pet a lady into trouble. Your sister, lone, killed that man, whether it's' news to you or not. She then dropped the knife down the elevator shaft and screamed. Shall we get on ur town?" This time he rose, but Lyon did not stir, and I saw the gloss of sweat on his leathery face. "I see," he said with an ugly laugh. "A sort of social third degree, eh? By all means, Captain Let's go uptown. I'd like to hear you tell that story in court." Shannon's voice was more silky than I had thought it could be. "Now, Mr. Ferriter," it "I haven't been asking you.purred, I've been telling you." Miss Agatha spoke, so quietly that I wondered whether Lyon felt the edge of her words. "I asked Captain Shannon to tell you what he knows, Mr. Ferriter. You were so considerate this morning that I believed you would rather be prepared, before the arrest." "There will be," he replied with an ugly defiance, "no arrest. No tran- "Two calls m a day may be an imposition, Mr. Ferriter, but when I heard you were here, I thought it best that you come in." "A pleasure," he said, with a little bow, but now he watched Shannon. "I was just getting some things my sister needs." The silence stretched each second. Shannon asked: "And your sister, Mr. Ferriter. How is she?" "Ill," Lyon replied. "Quite ill." Again, the pause was hard to bear. Shannon cleared his throat. "Mr. Ferriter, I've found out who killed your visitor." Lyon might have been bronze. At last, he said: "In the first place I'm not aware that he was my visitor. In the second place, if this is to be a police questioning, I must ask permission to call my lawyer." "Sure," Shannon said and shoved the desk phone toward him. "Tell him to meet us at the Babylon and that I'm on my way up to arrest lone Ferriter." That name caught Lyon half-wa- y across the floor and stopped him. "No. He knew it was woman, that's all." doubt lone, plain her if it were she, could in the base- - me and then smiled. "lone?" he asked lightly. - ning." "I don't know now," Shannon went on, with narrowed eyes, "whether you really think so or not. Ferriter, she wasn't. She called at Mr. Mallory's boarding house. Mrs. haw, the landlady, identifies her, JooRight after that struggle in basement, she went to see him." began and an instant, j thought I heard in his voice a trace of that foreign speech that had come to me twice before. It ws nt there when he resumed. You overlook the fact that , my has been beared. One of the nallboys saw her come in just be- 'All of which," Lyon couRhcd. I jerked. For InJ VAJ u. M Salutations nHB berries is the purpose cf my confession. She married my cousin, and hers. Lyon F trriter, and went to Alaska." "Lyon'' Shannon repeated, and gaped. The lean man frowned. "If you please," he objected and went on. "She married Lyon Ferriter. He had been my partner in vaudeville. We are Bohemians by birth. I thought she would be happy. She was not. Ferriter abused her. I followed them to Alaska. All that she had written me was true and more. He was making her pese as his sister, with all that implied. Ferriter had got hold of the story cf a lust gold strike, farther in. He and she and I went prospecting for it. We found it and lost He paused. Cochrane asked: "In a blizzard, That in Alaska?" blind shot got Lyon, knock- for ing his reserve away, breaking, He l. gaped his an instant, at his mild questioner and struggled for speech. Jerry drove his attack home, still gently: "With a bullet through his chest? "Are you the devil?" Lyon blurted and the thick sound of his tortured voice seemed to shock him. He turned from caught hold of himself, Cochrane and said to Shannon, in his old easy manner: we "Do you mind very muchto if keep don't go into that? I'd like j,M,ior nut of trouble, inai III UUU,"'v, self-contro- HOWJq SEW tr 7 'r RuthWyethSpeancSf 5 if MARROW SPACE BETWEEN DOOR AND WINDOW BEFORE ADDING LONG CURTAINS, SHELF AND I thought of the bullet scars on the dead man and held mv rpacp. The slayer of Lyon Ferriter went on: "I had gone there to take his wife, my daughter, away. He wore a beard and I grew one, that winter, after his death. We looked alike clean-shaveand more so, bearded. We came back to the states Lyon Ferriter and sister. "My brother, a student but a weakling, had changed his name during the war. He was no longer Emil Horstman, but Everett Ferriter. Now, I was no longer Andreas Horstman but Lyon. I had enough for comfort. We were happy. I believed my daughter would make a good marriage when your nephew came of age." He bowed precisely toward Miss Agatha as though he had complimented her, and pursued: "Last Monday, my cousin, whom I thought dead, hailed me on the street. He had my arm before I saw him. There was nothing else to do. I brought him to my flat. There was no one in the hall and we walked upstairs. We talked a long while." He paused and seemed to look back with critical eyes upon that interview. Shannon bent over his writing. I saw the quick rise and fall of Allegra's breath and the hawk look on her aunt's face. "Lyon was greedy," Andreas "I offered him all the money. He wanted it and lone. She was still his wife. I ordered him out at last. He refused to go. Then I lost my temper. I called the police and he drew his knife and again I killed him. This time, permanently I think." His face moved with a ghost of his whimsical smile. He shrugged and said: "The rest you have found out-h- ow I hid the knife in the basement and how lone found her husband; how she went back to the cellar, to save her father and got the knife only to drop it when Mr. Mallory came upon her; how she lost her head and went to his room; how Everett and I both bungled our last effort to find it and Everett killed himself because he feared death too much to live longer. Outside of trying to help the father she loves, my daughter had nothing to do with this I tell you, not a thing." Shannon started to speak but Cochrane's query forestalled him. "All right," he crooned, "you killed him. How did you get out afterward?" For an instant, Lyon did not seem to understand. Then an odd expression crossed his face. "Oh ho," he exclaimed softly. "Something is still a mystery, eh? You know so much, I thought you had read it all. It was simple. Let me show you." He took a step backward and glanced about the room. "Suppose the divan behind which Lyon's body lay was there." Our eyes followed the pointing finger. "The door," said Horstman, turning toward it with a smile, "would then be here." He leaped. It slammed behind him. Like its echo, we heard the front door close. I was quick but Shannon was quicker. He was at my elbow as I pulled the workroom portal open. He was past me and through the hall door before I reached it. "Where?" he was barking at Hoyt, who stood in the open doorway of the waiting car. Eddie gabbled. "Downstairs. On foot. He fell, I think. Shook the hull elevator. "Al!" Shannon roared down the He" shaft. "Here," his aid replied from be- low. "Stop him," shouted the CaptainI plunged down the stairs. jumped for the car. "Basement," I muttered to Eddie, who jerked his lever. I was thinking too hard to hear his quesand tions. The knife had been hidden the basement. Somehow, the murderer had left it there, unperceived, He might be taking that before. mysterious route thither again. As Shannon beat us to the foyer. we slid past its closed door, I could hear him yapping like a thwarted terrier. "He came down. And I followed him. If you've let him get by, I heard, once again, the voice the real voice of him we had known as Lyon Ferrier. It filled the shaft with a fearful sound, suddenly ended. The car lurched. in ' I'll" (TO DE CONTINUED) h MIRRORS "1 f V l 0 J 3 SMALL MIRRORS JOINED WITH METAL STRAPS ALONG BACK OF FRAMES Ferriter." Horstman said at last. stared at Shannon, glanced at ment." "She won't need to," Shannon said "Arrest quietly, "because it has been her?" proved. She went down there to get "Arrest her," Shannon repeated. the knife that killed your visitor." "For murder. I'm sorry to break it "Whose name," Cochrane said to you so sharply, Mr. Ferriter" dreamily, "was just possibly He made no further movement toHorstman, eh?" ward the telephone, but stood, lookLyon could control his spare exing hard at the policeman. terior. He could not manage his "What rot!" heart. Color came into his face. The Captain pushed back his "You see," Shannon pressed on. chair. "lone Ferriter dropped something "No," he said. "Shall we go on in the basement that night." He lifted the handkerchief from up?" "Surely," Lyon began and then the knife upon the desk. The dishis bluff broke. "You mustn't. She's tant sound of traffic came into the ill, I tell you. You can't possibly stiU room. Lyon did not move, but think she had ebbing color left his face a greenish anything" The pain in his voice rang true. gray. Shannon cut him off. Shannon said: "Her fingerprints "I better give you the usual warnare on the handle. There's blood ing about whatever you say being on the blade," and after another used against you. I'm not sure long moment in which Lyon never whether you're accessory or not." stirred, added: He paused. I was watching Ly"We've got her, Ferriter. She on's hands. They hung at his sides, killed him. As for her alibi" He picked up the telephone and rigidly still. Shannon went on and I admired the confidence in his said: "Hoyt? Come up here," voice. Down in the Morello, I heard the "She knifed this guy for reasons shaft door clang. The moan of the of her own. Then she came out into elevator blew through the room like the hall yonder and hoUered." rising wind. "I see," said Lyon. "And swallLyon said thickly: owed the knife." "lone had nothing to do with it." "Listen," Shannon answered, "if I lie paused and then added: wasn't so certain I'd not be telling "I killed him." you. The next night after the murThe thrill it should have brought der, this Mallory here bumped into was oddly missing. I looked at Lyon It her in the basement hallway. In with vague disappointment. the dark." should have been more dramatic Lyon's eyes touched mine for a than that. Miss Agatha said: split second. Then they returned to "This is, of course, a rather beShannon. I saw his hands clench lated but chivalrous attempt to save and instantly hang lax again. His your sister . . ." voice was amused. The doorbell rang. Shannon called "I see. He recognized her in the to Annie: "Tell him to wait." dark." Lyon said to the old lady as though Shannon shook his head, imthere had been no interruption: mune to irony. "She is not my sister. She is my "No- He knew it was a woman, daughter." that's all. But a taxi driver saw her "I've wondered," said Miss Agacome out of the basement. She at last, breaking the silence. tha got into his cab. Here's his affidavit. The man went on and as emotion Care to read it?" relaxed his pose, the guttural tone He offered the paper Cochrane had I had heard first over the telephone set down pt his dictation. Lyon half grew beneath his accustomed speech reached for it, drew back and shook and at last dominated it. "is head. "This is my confession. You can "I'm not interested," he said care- write it clown, Captain. The man fully. "ifs a mistake. My sister that I killed had done myhimdaughter dead." as at the Babylon all that evemuch wrong. I thought He and w 8"BOARD COVERED WITH MONKS CLOThKT. brackets'fringe 1 HER way home from the club Mrs. Martindale was thinking, "It will be my turn next. What will they think when they come to our house?" Then she put her latch key into the lock and stepped into her own front hall. "Just what I was afraid of," she said aloud. "When you look at this hall as an outsider the worst thing you think is that its owner A New is lacking in imagination." 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