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Show " " 1 Synthetic Gentleman L CHANNING 7 POLLOCK- Vi. CiVxwr.. ca:j fvllozk h'A'Lfsmzf CH PTER M Continued 14 It tl.lj t:tkfll ILirvVW.'.l li:livl V liuuv !!' hours) d K't lls Willi 'lie ivrliitnty WiH'Wcvl f.ist." l:irr ,,;lul llu'lll.ll tllt'llle; "VIIC lu'M Uli'illUit'd (tl.lt Vi'lCO Oil tllO 1'tuUH'." Soine U'-iit' tu'fvM-o itio ovi-mnji i.;i ji,;.j would riVU'tl SoilUtillnptoll Wl;:il win tu ili.'-oroiuv? "Noth ', (,(. inuoti iiuiters) now," l'.ic liii.l s ;iid. and It didn't. They'll iroti uMv release youni; Klddor toinor row", "d. two il.ivs liitor. old U!d i dor' J be t l'vv Vort "I've cot l'!on:y to do." liiirry s:ild to tilm v self, and to Kvans, " l'vo luid a c.i Mo from Mr. KLtdor. He's on tho '4 llrertien, arrlvtni S.-UurvLiv. You'd better got your wife t'iioW to town." Tiioy wore lit the hosidtitl now, ' and Kvans made no rei'ly. ' IV.'v Oiinie Into the nvontlon room. "I cant s'.iiy." slitf boian. "Jioky's ni there, lie s.ivs evry- thliu'i all rls'.it, but, svuu'Iiovv, I'm worried." 'Can you stanj bit of good news'" Kirry askoj. -I don't know. I haven't had any In so Ions " -It's about Jack." He wanted to "break It gently." T bat i''i couldn't wait. He's vYh.it la It? Just anot.V ! er clue? Or Co on. please!" -They've arrested Xlorano. I'otor phoned Judje llambld.ge. lie .iyj Jiok'll IV out tomorrow." Pe; diJu't move. At least ber bo!r didn't but she rua her tor.;ue over her V; , an I r.er h.m'.s opesej and clos.'l sp.i-ciodlcully. sp.i-ciodlcully. After a n:o:ue::t: "No fooling" she Siii L It .i3 an ahsurl thin; to s.iy. ' but. in a long experience with suffering, suf-fering, r-.irry hid learned that J-.st S''h th.ir.rs are said u:i ler s:ro. J -No foo'.inV , - Te;'.rs came Into the c'.r'.'j eyes. ani flowed down her cheeks. .-; "I:- la to!gat's C.l-l-e." l'..irry ' toll her. 'The paper aren't here yet. but 111 ask llvana to brln; you one. There doesn't eem to b-' ar.y pv!b"!ty of mls'.ake. I'll e in to town by the Erst train In the m rr.ir.;. I'll take care of every-tr.:r.i. every-tr.:r.i. and keep In close touch w.th Th.ir.ks." FV-.-y .l L One sy'ilnh'.e, but P.irry th"i:;h: he ha I never heurd so n.uoh pr.nse fir.i cralili le before. His own eyes were threu'er.e-J wi'h m-ls:ure. no j i -'.'... red, -You'd better get b.ick - to the boy. Pat's r-'ir.i to phone liter, and I'll rir.j up tord.-hf. j Tilt's all tow." 'j Ani he left the room as abruptly as Pat bal left him. a few minutes s.-o. X -Oon.e:" Evans asked. Parry Do-lded. That word was ' ' tie k-.st straw. "Anvthlnj else, sir?'' Fvans In-Q In-Q Jired.ln front of the Rid lor hous-. ""Yes, please. The Instant the eve-Gir.; eve-Gir.; papers get to Southampton. - " will yoa bring rr.e a copy of the it' Globe, and take or.e to Mrs. P.o;;. -r ers?" He gave the chauffeur a -- qitarter. "Kelly's murderer's under ' ' anest," he continue!, -and we're through 'sleuthing.' You'll find It - '-' all In the Globe." i 7 "Yes, sir." EvaQs was thinking of something r. lse. it5 "Yon understand about Mrs. Evans?" Barry asked. ':' "Yes, sir." A pause. "Yon ain't tz ' staying here yourself, I take It." -r ' "I am leaving tomorrow." 'I was wondering," Evans said, , i'- '"would you like U3 to come with . ts; Jfn'f" :' "ery much," Earry answered, ; , : "but It can't be done." iZ'- l0" ain't always going to live In a hotel bejrging your pardon, fir. Mrs. Evans Is a mighty good cook." "Thanks," Earry returned, "but my cooking's going to be provided ' by the state of New York. You may as well know the truth, Evans. I'm not Mr. Kidder. Never was. I jimmied my way Into this house ff,r a night's shelter, and then you and Wllletts came, and thought I was Kidder, and I let yoa go on thinking so. The game's up now. The boss gets back Saturday, and wl'at happens then Is anyone's guess." Kvans said, "Yes, sir." i "That's all, except I'd be glad If Wiii tell Wllletts, and the rest. ' ve me introducing the subject." sub-ject." "Yes. sir." 0 "And better stand by tonight I m:iy have to drive back to the hos-Intnl." hos-Intnl." Yes, sir ... j wag wonder- Ing ' f,i Harry grinned. ! "Y'U do a good deal of that, don't J "1 was wondering how you'd like, to go to my slstor'a. You know where I lh ,w Yo (.mlM lav low there a while, mul then ullp away vinow heio." "that's a,. llf you .. ..irry riV. spondod. "Muoli ..bllged. I'.ut 1 Ull.lk l'VO d,,,,,, 11 (U, Mllpplng that's good for a num. Toll Wllletts, Wll-letts, w hen oii Kot a cIkuhv, and loau-uihor to brlu- mo tho Ulobo." It was elose on to the o'eloek thou, and "plenty to do" before dinner. din-ner. Wllletts wasn't nlmut Iik-KII.v. l'airy lot hlm-olf In with bis key, and ran up to his room. Should lie pack first, or get tho rest of It out of the. w:iy? lie deoldod to begin with "the tost of It." from a long envelope., in us . side pooket, ho took all his voueh ers. Then, ou a sheet of note paper, pa-per, tie wrote, "Keeehed . . . i'a--h JJiM." lleneath that, he listed the chivk from Mrs. Uldder, and "board, lodging, etc." Vuder "1 Hsbursed," ho credited himself with the same cheek, wtiloh liad been banked for Peggy, and with whatever mms lie had given her. and a few minor expenditures. ex-penditures. "That leaves my account ac-count i,tra!ght," Parry thought. "Pvoept f,,r unlawful entry, tarn poring with the malls, aud pretend l"g to be somebody I wasn't." It left his bank account far from straight. When he'd subtracted disbursed" from -Involved." and made out his cheek for the balance, the result was a rather startling overdraft. -All right." Parry i.ald. "Ill sed out my wardrobe. Studs, aud cuff-links, and things. I guess 1 wen t need 'em any more." He wanted terribly to write a letter to Mrs. Uldder. It would ll.OJ begun, "l'ear Mother: (Not mine, f course.)" That was too mau Kin. "Me; I'm Just a .! sister." sis-ter." l'-arry b. -rated himself, tuck ir.g tils accounts, accoiiipanie 1 only by his clovk. Into an envelope, mid Inscribing It, "Mrs. Jehu itlarke Hi I ler. Allre.-.-J." He propped the envelope against a calendar, anl, for a nio-.nent, al looking at iL "I wish I could find my mother," moth-er," he had thought, his t'.rst moro lng at Southampton. He wished It even more fervently now. after all these weeks of ''make believe." ' I've got to write Pat," be decld e-I, at Ut. '1 certainly owe her an apoo-y, an J a 'good - by.' " T'h.s letter ccria.n'.y uu.-tn't be "uiaud l.n." "I'ear Pat," he s'.arie.I. "Dear Pal: (I :, I sleo:! 1 write M.ss Han. hi :' no.v, but I can't.) Y'o-j wouiln'l let me say I was sorry for w hat happened to lay, but I a:n. I won't try to excuse lovs-if. You II for.-.-t 1L, I hope, as cjulck-ly cjulck-ly as yoj 11 forget ever;, thing else in this gr'o'-s.jne asso..;a;ion. I won't forger. You're the realest la ly I ever knew. So this Is thanks anil goo 1 by to you and your father, and most sine. -rely trusting that your worries, like Peg's, are over I remain always respectfully. Parry Gilbert." Packing proved complicated. Most of his clothing paid for long ago was out here, and had to be taken tak-en In. Hut there was no suit-case. Neat, to the end, Earry folded his belongings into two tailor's boxes. He hadn't quite finished folding when Willetts knocked. "Evening paper, sir." "Thank you." "And your key, sir. You left It In the front door." "You'd better keep It. And there's a letter for Mrs. Kidder on the desk there. I'd like her to get it when she arrives." "Very good, sir. Dinner at seven ?" "If you please." That was all. No reference to Parry's packing, or the confession that Earry felt sure had been relayed re-layed by Evans half an hour ago. "I'm taking the 7:21 back to town tomorrow morning," Earry said, as Willetts was closing the door, but Willetts only answered, "Yes, sir," and went on closing it. Morano hadn't been arrested. So much was clear from the screaming headlines Earry scanned. However, "that ends It," Earry felt sure. "Harwood did a swell Job. Why didn't I follow up the number of that cab? It didn't seem of the least importance when the taxl-drivlng taxl-drivlng medico gave It to me. 1 might have known it was, though, when Ernie wrote It down In his notebook." Dinner was uneventful with Willetts Wil-letts remembering his "position" and behaving as any well-trained butler might hai'e been expected to behave. Afterward, Earry phoned Peg. She hud seen the Globe, but was still dubious. "Do you really think they'll let Jack out now?" "Certainly. They're not going to got thaf snoot dialled again on I 'annually Hall." "And It'll he tomorrow, you I lit ii k T "Probably. I'll keep In touch with you," Hairy promised, mid llidsliod his packing. Thou lie re lend the illoho Hloiy, and marked pails of It lo ponder In town. 'Throughout luvnlvfast next morning, morn-ing, Hurry wondered whether this lemaihablo buller could know he was "going for good." "I've left a few palling glfls on my desk," he ventured, at last. ".'or cook, and everybody. Will you lake euro of Yin?" "Yoa, sir." "I shan't bo back. I suppose Evans Ev-ans told you." "Yes, sir." That was too much. Harry said, "Well, what do you think about It?" "That'll not for me to say, sir. My place Is to obey orders. I've tried to do that. sir. If I've made a nils take. It hasn't been for want of try lug" "Your mistake was (pille mil ural," Hairy reassured him, "You'd been told you'd llnd young Mr. Kidder Kid-der here, and you found me. I said I was young Mr. Kidder. That seems to let you out." "Yes. Kir." Willetts hesitated. "Anyway, that wasn't the mistake I bad In mind, sir. That was n natural mistake. I thought you wore a gentleman. I still think so. It's live after seven, sir." Parry Just made the train. At Speonk, be bought a morning paper, pa-per, and read of Morauo's death, liven the conservative Times re garde.l that as the end of the case against Kogers. "Night Club Owner. Accused of Kelly Murder. Killed Keslsllng Arrest," Its head lines began, nnd ended with. "M. into in-to 1'ri'e ltogera Expected Today." Parry pored over both stories that In the Times and that In last night's Globe all the way to New York. ''Well." he rotl.s-ted. "one of my suspects was guilty, anyway. Peter Wlnslow can't laugh that off." And, suddenly, he let the news paper fall, and leaned forward, with his wrists on his knees. "Il's queer, though," he said, nl most aloud, to the click of the wheels. "Very ipieer. Very damned ipieer." At the station, be stopped for a timetable. "Is there one," be asked, "that gives all the trains out of here?" The man grinned at him. thrnt lug forward three thick folders. Ten o'clock found him at Wins low's orllce. "Mr. Win-low won't be In today." Peter's s.s-rotary announced. "Mr W'tf-i - H!!H ieSi; 1 'S' .J&jtit "That Leaves My Account Straight," Barry Thought. Wln.-low had a bad heart attack last night. So bad that Mr. Wins-low Wins-low telephoned to the Hambldges. They're with Mrs. WInslow now." "Was that your lust news?" "No. Mr. WInslow called up half an hour ago to say that Mrs. Wins-low's Wins-low's a little better." "Had he seen this?" Earry Indicated the headline In the Times. "Yes. He talked to Mr. Colton about It. Mr. Colton's one of the young men In the ollice, you know, lie's gone to the district attorney to ask for Rogers' release. Mr. WInslow WIns-low said If you called I was to tell you that would be only a matter of hours. Should you like us to phone you when there's anything certain?" cer-tain?" "Please. I suppose there's no use of my going to the Tombs now?" "Not much. Mr. Colton's going there from the district attorney's. We'll phone you." Earry phoned Peggy, and then strolled across Forty-second street. It was a delightful morning, and his rather comic bundles had been dispatched to his hotel from the station. "No sense In my following 'em yet," Earry told himself. "I don't want to sit around that cursed room all day." He didn't want to walk all day, and he did want to see what the other papers had to say of last night's events In the Cocoanut liar. At Fifth avenue, therefore, he turned into the public library. The reports were much alike "Night club proprietor killed resisting arrest" ar-rest" and "The indictment against Jay Kogers, now held for the Kelly murder, probably will be dismissed today." Hurry sat, almost alone, In the "newspaper room," turning the case over in his mind. Then he asked for obi lllea of mm of (hit tabloids. Ho was nearly an hour finding an account n( the WInslow wedding. Wlllioul any ib'llulie knowledge of tho dale, II was a bll UKo looking for Hie proverbial needlo In a hny-Hlacli. hny-Hlacli. Harry's curiosity was ro warded, at lasl, when ho nluinhled upon a pictorial front page headed, "Lawyer Weds Convict's Widow." The ceremony hud taken place tit St. Stephen's. There were pictures of tho church anil of Hie convict "George Selby (Inset) and Love Nest Whore He Took Ills Pride." The smudgy Illlle "InHot" might have been u portrait of Nicholas Murray Itutler or Jack Dempsey, and the house might have been any house, anywhere. There was an obviously ob-viously faked photograph of a holdup, hold-up, and an obviously genuine one of "Mr. and Mrs. WInslow Leaving St. Slephen'M." "Gosh." Parry re-llected: re-llected: "No wonder Mrs. WInslow had a nervous breakdown I" The story, on Ihe second page, was In the best tabloid tradition. "Five years ago," It began, "Peter WInslow, obscure young iiltorney, secured the acipilllal of George Selby, Sel-by, charged wllh pa rt lolp.-it I rig In the robbery of a candy store In the Hronx. Yesterday, peter WInslow, rich aud famous criminal lawyer, ami George Selby's widow were the principal figures In what was to have I n a secret ceremony at SI. Stephen's." The present Mrs. WInslow bad run away with George Selby while be was a cadet In a mllllary school. They had come to New York, rented rent-ed the "love nest," and been "blissfully "bliss-fully happy" until Selby ran out of money, and was compelled to take his wife lo a boarding bouse. He bad been arrested then, for the candy slore robbery, In April, llllll. Peter WInslow had got him off, but, the following June, be was caught In another robbery In Philadelphia, and sentenced to a long lerin In the State Penitentiary. With two other oth-er convicts. "Lefty" Miller and "Mugs" Scanlan. he bail escaped In October. P.C'.'t. Penniless, the men "siaited a bold up that same night In Falrmount Park. The victim called for help, and Selby killed him. Scanlan was shot dead by a police olllcer, and Selby, attempting lo get away, Jumped Inlo the river, and was drowned. Ills body was found two weeka later, entangled In an anchor chain." WInslow had given Mrs. S.-lby work In bis oltlee, nnd "three years after Selby's death, love culminated In the ceremony at St. Stephen's." That explained a good deal, Parry thought remembering the soft, round, pink little woman with worried wor-ried eyes. It explained Peter's pn toetlve attitude. It might explain his quick Interest In the Ko-.-rs case. In which. Parry had told WInslow, Peggy had been "putting uii such a game fight to make a man of her husband." "That fort of thing always gels me." peter had observed. "A woman wom-an tied up to some man who's not worthy of her. and In love with him." Peter's "Julie" had t n In love with her first husband, then. And he w ith h.-r. evhl.-n'.ly. to Ju Ige by what the tabloids said of their h.'ipplnc-s. "Must have be.-n something some-thing good In that chap," Parry reasoned. "Probably realized what his wife was trying to do for him. We're a curious mixture." He was still br ling over curious curi-ous mixtures, nnd other things, when a clock struck somewhere, and reminded him that, by now, there might be a niess.ige ns to young Kidder's release awaiting him at his hotel. There wasn't. All Thursday afternoon Parry sat In bis room and, at five o'clock, he called Peter's secretary. "Nothing definite yet," she Informed him. 'The District Attorney's making the motion all right, but It'll be tomorrow tomor-row now before anything corses of It." Against his better Judgment, then, Earry phoned Harwood. "Don't worry," the city editor said. "Have you seen tonight's Globe? Whole first page one loud yell for this kid's release. They'll be so glad to get him off their hands " In spite of his friendliness, Earry noticed that Ernie didn't say, "Come on down; we've something else for you." Nor even, "Of course, we'll expect you to cover Kogers getting out of Jail." Why should he? "The Dig neat was uarwoou 3 neat, not Harry's and, anyway, the old man would be at bis desk the day after tomorrow. Harwood did say that, at last. "You'd better see him. I'll phone you when. Probably Proba-bly not before Monday. Ue'U be pretty busy for a day or two. Of course, you'll be around for your salary on Saturday. Might look me up then." He was still on the pay roll, at least. That was Important, what with over-drafts and hotel bills, and such things. Sober reflection, backed by experience, had persuaded persuad-ed Barry that he couldn't get much on his wardrobe. The studs and cult-links were 'rather cheap stuff. He bud sold an overcoat once in this very town for three dollars. (TO BE COXTINVED) |