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Show "1 reckon 1 could do a little less. In a pinch," Sara drawled. "But, all things considered, as you say though It might be you and I aren't consid erlng tlie same things I'm glad to see you here. Make yourselt right at home, for you may be going to stay even longer than you planned." "Itlghtol However, If you have some neat 111 l ie scheme ot trying to This otiuT gentleman Ts Mr. lluhert Hand, and the lndy Is Mrs. Rleker." Things fell real polite, for a minute, min-ute, as flie.v always do just after folks have been Introduced. 'L'-ad times you nave been having around here, lately," Canneziano said, pleasantly, as If he were talking about the weather. Mrs. Kicker excused herself and went upsnlrs. Sam spoke directly to Canneziano. "Dili you ever know a man named 'nit i a urf " ; CLEAVER. i -wp V t :;;YRi6tr W DOU6LEDAY PORAN CCUNC. UNU.SERVICB pin the murder on me, I'd advise you to abandon It. If I hadn't had watertight water-tight alibis, all along Hie line " "Keep your water-tight alibis In e dry place till yon need them," Sam advised. "Maybe, you w'U need them'. We've got a crime analyst, specialist In murder cases, coming up here Friday. Fri-day. You can give your alibis to him." "That crime analyst sounds like Lynn MacDonald. That's what she calls herself." Caucrmont Lewis Bauermont?" "Strnngler Dnuernmnt? Very well ' indeed. Lias he anything to do with it?" "What's that you called him?" Sam asked, sharply. "Strangler Bauermont, yon mean?" I remembered that Danny had told me bis nickname was "Mexico." ' Sam said. "That's what 1 mean, llnw did he come by a name like that?" "He is by w:iv of being a wrestler. , 1 " a HAPTER X Continued. 0 jl" John almost eang It, In q orness- "He was wise enough, ,1 enough. His one Idea was -yet Martha. He helped her body up there, between seven i'-ht o'clock, and he put the I there to shield her. I eaid hush. Eut, cotue to think of knew what he was doing. Fie j I oteoting her with the one per-jtlie per-jtlie house who could not have with the one person that CHAPTER XI Canneziano. Hubert answered the telephone, and called to Sam. I followed him into the living room to hear what, was to be hoard. I think that John and Mrs. Ricktr followed for the same reason. When Sam said, "Head It, please," I knew that it was another telegram. They telephone all of our telegrams to us from Rattail, and mail them Inter, when they get around to It, If they dou't forget. "She I" Sam said. I "If you've got Lynn MacDonald, you've got a woman." "11 1," Sam exploded. "Just the same," Canneziano said, "she's the best die on the coast. Some say thut she is the best In this country. coun-try. If anybody can find out who killed Gaby, this MacDonald woman wom-an can." "We don't want a woman. Better wire her not to come, dad," John urged. This time It was Canneziano who looked quickly and sharply at Joha "You're dead right you had," he said, "if you don't want the murderer discovered." dis-covered." "Sam," Hubert Hand suggested, 1 believe; and won the name for some particularly clever bold that brought his man down every time. 1 have never gone in for that sort 01 thing can't give you the scientific details. . lie was a jiu-jitsu ex'pert, also. Oh, no, no," as he noticed our quickening interests. "He is n continent and an ocean away, at present. Moreover, murder Is quite outside his line quite." "Yon are sure he Is In Europe now?" Sam questioned. , "1 had a letter from him, only a few days ago, written and sent from Deauville. A cable to Scotland Yard would locate him precisely for you, I have no doubt." "That letter you had from him," Sam said. "1 suppose you destroyed it?" "1 don't tie my letters Into packets bound with blue ribbons." "Was It written In code?" "No. You see, the hotel where I was putting up just then was, one might say, over . regulated. Letters written In code were not favorably lada jury would convict. Then, id around and shielded dad I'j death and his written con-', con-', From start to finish. It i out, p'11 a Gosn ' Sav I is terrible. Gosh horrible I j'f it But, thank God. It Is j; up, anyway." Uted up, anyway Is right," ; j, and looked around at all of ngiy, like he'd look at a litter ; puppies, satisfied, then?" he ques-"All ques-"All satisfied that Martha jr, and that Chad carried the ! stairs and hid it for her, and 1i false clews including the sliuttle, for reasons unknown Iranie down, meriy and happy j until he took a sudden no-write no-write a false confession and .t and shoot himself through ' there was pleading lu John's vou don't mean to say that :'t see the thing? That you Sam kept writing things on the telephone tele-phone pad, and asking central to repeat, re-peat, and to repeat again, and to spell that, please. Lands, but 1 got nervous, ner-vous, before he finally bung up the receiver, and turned to us, and asked: "Any of you ever hear of a fellow named Lynn MacDonald?" None of us, of course, ever had. "Seems he Is a kind of detective," Sam explained. "He calls himself a crime analyst, and he specializes In murder cases. Works on his own hook, kind of like Sherlock Holmes did, I guess. He wants to come here and take the case. He wants his expenses, ex-penses, and nothing else, if he fails. If he succeeds, he wants ten thousand, thou-sand, cash. Poor Ash, I'd have paid twenty thousand just as quick. Anyway, Any-way, that's a fair proposition. I'm goinj to wire him to come. Let's see Danny is coming up on Friday afternoon, isn't she? I'll wire MacDonald Mac-Donald to take the same train. That will save us two trips to Rattail In the "you'd better wire and verify her references, ref-erences, anyway." "There's generally more than one way to skin a eat," Sam said, "besides the way you are told to do It." Leaving us to think that over, he went to the telephone and called the office of the Morning Record, at Telko, and asked for Mr. Clarence Pette. Pette was a reporter on a San Fran clsco newspaper, who bad been at the ranch at the time of the Inquest on Gaby. When Sam got him, he asked him whether he knew Lynn MacDonald. Evidently he said that he knew who she was, for San, told him to take number Twenty-one at Telko, Friday afternoon, and to meet him here and he would pay him fifty dollars for his trouble. 1 remembered my manners. "Mr Canneziano," i said, "this is John Stanley, Sam's adopted son. He and Hanny a re oiigaged to be married regarded there." "Could you read a letter written In his code?" "I fancy 1 could decipher it, with a bit of study." "Do they speak Spanish in Mexico?" I questioned; and was rewarded by having all present look at ie as if they thought that I had just developed devel-oped a yearirny for cultural, geographical geo-graphical knowledge. "I am getting at something," I explained. ex-plained. "Was this Bauermont man ever in Mexico?" (To Be Continued) Satisfied with this absolutely j aplanation?" " Sara answered, with his most :s drawl, "that's what I mean It takes more, or seems to, ;t me than it takes to satisfy j-its. Satisfied? Not by a tat!" Jiost his temper. "For the love -. why nren't you? What utisfy'you? Say? What are -2 to do? Do you like the :;fnst me so well that you e it up? What's the use of ctrni"ht f.npts?" heat." ct I "Listen, dad sleep over it," John j gt urged. "If Mrs. Tucker is right about jy all this, and I swear that I think she Z is, isn't It enough for us to know about it, dad? If you get a detective here, and he comes to the same conclusion, con-clusion, we can't keep it a - secret, then." Sam said, "He won't. And we aren't wanting, nor needing any secrets on the Desert Moon, just now." He sat down and began to write the telegram. Five minutes, and he was read'ng it to the operator at Rat- : your straight facts-. We ?ot any. I've a few straight ptions, though that will blow 7 galley-west Here's one of it stand to reason that, for is, Gaby lived right here un-;y un-;y Martha? But that, on the !.;, when she feared death i ae outside enemy, Martha ! LU ter?" coincidental." John admitted. t the same, there are lots 'iences. We all meet them, i'.me." j -n't a coincidence that Gaby :ild of meeting, when she out of this house on tie ! July. Here's another ques- Hlcker, she says, was plumb 1 that Martha committed the and that I helped her by the body upstairs afterward, -ght this the night of the and the next day, and ever ', then, didn't she coma '3, anyway, put out a feeler p my direction? She knew i?o as far to save Martha as i'lJ go. I wouldn't protect Mm My Heart Stood Stock Still. He Wai Daniel Canneziano. ' any other person on this im Martha was a child I even, than e child In some i Uicker knew that I'd save Ttb my last dollar, and, as said the other day, with my s'rs. Ricker and I were alone 'or more than half an hour of the fifth. Why didn't me a hint, then, of any of I tail. He had just hung up the tele-! tele-! phone receiver when the doorbell "For a minute i did not recognize the man standing there on the por h I m the next minute I did cognize I him. My heart stood stock still. He I j 33 afraid," Mrs. Ricker an-j an-j So long as she was living, (aid of everything of every ;s afraid of myself. I dared t:; I dared not look." j10." Sam said. "1 see your i'tot, especially since talking son In bad once. But see y& a while ago that I'd al- 'rD you were a good woman. I1 going to beep on knowing i Present. But you, thinking ; Wu think, directly accused , 8 other day. That was not I ' good woman " jOlllei" Hubert Hand burst was Daniel Canneziano. He pushed right past me, Into the ? without waiting for an nvi a-tinn a-tinn He always was a polished, pl , he was right-down dandified. Got a chap to drive me up from Rattail," he said. he -I left my trunk down wen, on, taking olT - f overcoat and brushing It. an It acroSs b, vails a t on a chair. Ihe nap . It 1 thought you could sena down for It. tomorrow San- ! 18 going to try to pin it on (IV Martha and the Stanley j? yet-" ram said, "are a liar." iv,Sh. I wouldn't fight you, i :rifw It, old man." i 'r'Md to his feet. 1 had to , rer John, but I managed to :' and to stand in front i'l's, boys," I begged. "Not 1 'n this house tonight. Ke-1' Ke-1' his hands in his pock-! pock-! akn(i away. Sam dropped .':1alr. The telephone bell, (tr rootn,bcgan to ring. i "Coun.ing on P iv , his voice at last. InmK : Cannezillno "As a matter of tact, answered B..Ung .lav himself comf. .'table on t e enport, "all that u.e about me, on the n,gl t o makes traveling not alto able for the prnt- h nll al, things consule.ed Jit for a guest, nfln, rrlli, police in the .... " wra Leeping n.e saloKv ,!o. iSJboul the lu.ist .sou |