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MYSTERY
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“As a matter of fact.” Can
neziano answered, sitting
down and making himself
comfortable on the small
davenport,” all that mess you
stirred up about me, on the
night of the murder, makes
traveling not altogether agree
able for the the present. Yes,
; think, all things considered,
that having me for a guest,
after having set all the police
in the country on my trail,
keeping me safely here, as it
were, is about the least you
can do, isn’t it?”
“I reckon I could do a little
less, in a pinch,” Sam drawled.
‘But, all things considered,
as you say—though it might
be you and I aren’t considering
the same things—I’m glad to
see you here. Make yoursell
right at home, for you may
be going to stay even longer
than you planned.”
“Righto! However, if you
have some neat little scheme
of trying to pin the murder
on me, I’d advise you to aban
don it. It I hadn’t had water
tight alibis, all along the
line—”
. .. _L 1! -U A
rktrcp yum watci-vig*11'
alibis in a dry place till you
need them,” Sam advised ,
“Maybe you will need them.
We’ve got a crime analyst,
specialist in murder cases,
coming up here Friday. You
can give your alibis to him.”
“That crime analyst sounds
like Lynn MacDonald. That’s j
what she calls herself.”
“She!” Sam said.
“If you’ve got Lynn Mac
Donald, you’ve got a woman.”
“Hell!” Sam exploded.
“Just the same," Canneziano
said, “she’s the best die on the
coast. Some say that she is
the best in this country. Not
that I give a hang. But, this
is inside dope, if anybody can
find who killed the Gaby, this
MacDonald woman can. You
should hear some of the San
Quentin boys compliment her
—In their way.”
“We don’t want a woman
Better wire her not to come,
dad,”*John urged.
This time it was Canneziano
who looked quickly and sharp
ly at John. “You’re dead right
you had,” he said, “if you don’t
want the murderer dis
covered.”
“Sam,” Hubert Hand sug
gested, “you’d better wire and
verify her references, any
way.”
Canneziano laughed. "I see
what you are getting at. I take
it you’ve all gotten pretty
jumpy around here, these last
few days. Can't see the wood
pile for the niggers. Now this
gentleman—by the by, Sam,
you are forgetting your man
ners; I have not, as yet. met
any of your guests—thinks
that this coming die may be
a pal of mine; something of
the sort. If that were the case,
what good would it do to
verify her references, by wire?
The people you wired to would
all answer that Lynn Mac
Donald was honest, capable,
and so forth. She’s got a repu
tation around the bay that is
hard to beat. But, if this were
a plant, Jane Jones or
Amaryllis Do Vere could come
along, just the same, posing
as Lynn MacDonald. If you
are really concerned about it,
why not have a Burns man
bring her up? You shouldn t
mind the extra expense, Sam.”
“There’s generally more
than one way to skin a cat,”
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 Tl'lko,
and asked for Mr. Clarence
Pette.
When he finally got him, he
asked him whether he knew
Lynn MacDonald. Evidently
he said that he knew who she
was, for Sam told him to take
number Twenty-one at Telko,
Friday afternoon, and to meet
13
him here, and he would pay
him fifty dollars for his
trouble.
“Pretty work. Sam,” Canr.e
ziano approved. “Too bad i
got you all so rattled. As a
matter of fact, I rather fancy
myself in the role of a sleuth.
If Lynn MacDonald woven t
coming. I’d like to take a try
at this job myself. For in
stance, I noticed that, though
Dan is in 'Frisco now—ac
cording to the papers—none
of you suggested that she meet
Lynn MacDonald, have her
identified, and bring her back
here with her. I am trying to
decide whether that means
that you don’t trust the gentle
Dan, or whether, though the
newspapers say she is to re
turn at once to her home in
Nevada, you do not expect her
to return.”
“It means neither,” John
snapped.
“Mr. Cannesiano,” I said,
“this is John Stanley, Sam’s
adopted son. He and Danny
are engeged to be married.
This other gentleman is Mr.
Hubert Hand, and the lady is
Mrs. Ricker.”
Things felt real polite, for
a minute, as they always do ■
just after folks have been in- ;
troduced.
“Bad times you have been
having around here, lately,”
Canneziano said, pleasantly,
as if he were talking about
the weather.
Mrs. Ricker excused herself
and went upstairs.
CHAPTER XXXVII
Strangler Bauermont
Sam spoke directly to Can
neziano. ‘ Did you ever know
a man named Bauermont—
Lewis Bauermont?”
‘‘Strangler Bauermont? Very
well indeed. Has he anything
to do with it?”
"What’s that you called
him?” Sam asked, sharply.
"Strangler Bauermont, you
mean?”
I remember that Danny had
told me his nickname was
• Mexico.”
Sam said, "That’s what I
mean. How did he come by a
name like that?”
"He is by way of being a
wrestler, I believe; and won
the name for some particularly
clever hold that brought his
man down every time. I have
never gone in for that sort of
thing—can’t give you scien
tific details. He was a jiu-jitsu
expert, also. Oh, no, no,” as
he noticed our quickening in
terests. ‘‘He is a continent and
an ocean away, at present.
Moreover, murder is quite
outside his line—quite. And he
was, I believe, rather smitten
than otherwise with the
Gaby.”
You are sure ne is in
Europe now? Sam questioned
“I 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. Assuming, of
course, that you don’t mind
spending a few dollars.”
“I suppose,” Sam mused,
“that he could easy teach his
strangling trick to another
man.”
“Undoubtedly. But isn’t the
entire connection rather
foolish, when one stops to
think that Strangler has been,
for years, badly smitten with
the lady?”
“I guess he got over that.”
Sam said. “Seems, now. as if
he was anxious to be shed of
her.”
“Oh-ho! And he famous for
his constancy to the Gaby.
Nine, ten. I don’t know how
many years. However, though
I’ll grant his name belies it.
he was a smooth, diplomatic
cuss. I think you can be prac
tically certain that he would
draw the line at murder—
under any circumstances.”
letter you had from
Balanced Rations
Raise Hens’ Output
144 Eggs Necessary to Jus
tify Keeping for Produc
tion, Expert Says
Brcokings, S. D.—lAP)—How a
balanced ration brought an in
creased yearly profit of $2.12 per
hen through greater egg production
wiU V shown in the South Dakota
State college poultry department's
exhibit at the state fair.
The average yearly egg produc
tion of South Dakota hens Is only
54. O. J. Weisner, extension poultry
man, said At least 90 eggs are re
quired to pay for the feed and care
of one hen for a year and 144 eggs
are necessary to provide an Income
sufficiently above production costs
to justify keeping hens for egg pro
duction. in his opinion.
Three-year experiments carried on
at Purdue university showed that
hens fed on grain only produced 57
eesta apiece on the
nun,' sam said. *1 suppose you
destroyed it?”
“I don’t tie my letters into
packets bound with blue rib
bons.”
‘‘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 re
garded there.”
“Could you read a letter
written in his code?”
“I fancy so. If you have a
Spanish dictionary.”
“There was nothing Spanish
about this one. It was just a !
jumble of letters.”
“I don’t know it then. I’m
rather clever with codes, how
ever. I fancy I could decipher
it, with a bit of study.”
“Do they speak Spanish in j
Mexico?” I questioned; and
was rewarded by having all
present look at me as if they
thought that I had just de
veloped a yearning for cul
tural, geographical knowledge.
“I am getting at something,”
I explained. “Was this Bauer
mont man ever in Mexico?”
"Unfriendly persons,” Can
neziano answered, “insinuate
that Mexico is his native
land.”
“Did anyone ever call him |
Mexico’?”
“To his fury, yes. Is it rele
vant?”
Sam asked, “Where were j
you, do you know, at the time
of the Tonopah train robbery,
three years ago? You were
here, right shortly after that,
I seem to remember.”
“I stopped for a friendly
visit, and you kicked me out,
and into my downfall at
’Frisco. My three years in the
big house are at your door.
But I hold no grudge.”
“What I want to know is, 1
v/here were you at the time
of the train robbery?”
“I was in Denver, since you
insist.”
“Was this Strangler fellow
there with you?”
“He was. Pardon my curio- j
sity, but is this leading to :
something?”
“I don’t know. Do you? This
Strangler friend of yours told
the girls that you and he
robbed that train.”
Canneziano’s face went dark
and ugly. “So the girls say,
ugh?”
“He told them that,” John
said. There was threat enough
in his voice to make Canne
ziano come off his perch.
“Is that possible?” he ques
tioned, but pleasantly enough.
“I can’t see his motive. As a
matter of fact, when we read
the accounts of how easily the
thing had been pulled off. we
did rather regret that we had
not taken a try vt it ourselves.
If he had not iniftided himself
in his confession to the girls,
I would think that he had
some friendly reason for pre
ferring me in captivity. . . .
No, I don’t get it.”
“We think he has denied it,
since.” Sam said. “We think
that the code letter, which
none of us can read, is his
denial. No matter. Your story
tots up straight enough with
the one we have.”
•■Gratnymg, a am suit*, x
wonder whether I might see
this code letter? As I’ve re
marked—I’ve a beastly habit
of bragging, I hope you don’t
mind—I am rather clever with
the things.”
I went upstairs to get it. I
am not denying that it gave
me the creeps tc go into Gaby’s
room,, alone at night. When I
opened the doofr, and saw that
the light on the table was lit,
and that someone was stand
ing beside it, I all but jumped
out of my shoes.
It was Mrs. Ricker. She
turned to me, and apologized,
quietly, for having startled
me. “I was looking at these
things,” she went on. “They
know. They were here. If only
one of them could talk—”
“I thought,” I am sure I
spoke too tartly, “that you
knew. You said that you did.”
“Sam doesn’t believe it,” she
answered. “Doesn’t that give
me, her mother, a right to
doubt, if I can?”
I was all out of sorts. “It
would have been better to
have doubted it, in the first
place,” I said.
those fed a balanced ration, includ
ing a good egg-laying mash, pro
duced 179 eggs a hen, a gain of 122
eggs in favor of the balanced ra
tion.
Besides portraying these facts, the
State college exhibit will show how
a South Dakota poultryman, feed
ing a balanced ration, made a total
net profit of $1,160.78 from 334 hens.
The formula for mixing the “Big
5 Mash” will also be included in
the exhibit.
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From the St. I.ouis Pnst-Dispatch‘.
■*1 know. But 1 didn't—X
couldn’t. Sam does. And then,
that man coming into th*
house to-nigl»t—I can’t ex
plain it; bm:, someway, he
made all of *s, even Hubert
seem so good The house itself
felt, to me— do you under
stand?—good As if any wickec
thing would hive to come intc
it from the o itside, from far
away, just as he came into if
to-night?”
I did understand. I had hac
that feeling of drawing dost
to the others and away from
him, the minute he had come
into the room. But I was sc
put out with her, for startling
me, and b.'ing in Gaby’s
room, anywsy, poking arount
—though land knows she hao
a right to he there, and 1
might have done the same
thing mysell, with my lists ol
clues, and so on—that I jusf
said I suppose i so, and pickec
up the letter, at 'the same
time locking #ver the othei
things on the table to be surf
nothing was missing.
“Perhaps,” she said,
should not ha^e come in here'
I suppose when the detective
comes, he—she would like tc
see the room as nearly a.s
possible undisturbed.
Do you trunk it would be i
good plan to lock it, and tc
give the key to jam, until she
does come?”
She went around with me
while I locked the doors or
the inside. We had to lock tin
doors in Danny’s room, too
since the two rooms had onlj
the curtained doorway be
tween them. We went into tin
hall through Darny’s room. 1
locked that door ufter us. She
told me good-night and went
to her own room. I went down
stairs, and gave the key ant
the letter to Sam.
“Wise idea, Mary,” he said
whpn I told him that I hac
locked the rooms, “I suppose
Canneziano would tell you,
though, that locked doors dc
not a prison make.” He handec
the letter to him.
“Looks rather confusing
doesn’t it? Canneziano said
when he had unfolded ant
strajgntened the pages. “Still
these things are generally
quite simple. What price dej
ciphering it, Sam?”
“No price, to you,” San
answered.
He returned the letter to it
envelope and tossed it on tht
table. “Fair enough,” he said.
“I fancy,” he questioned,
next, “that Lynn MacDonald
is going to get rather a gooc
thing out of this, eh?”
“That depends on her sue
cess,” Sam answered.
“Yes? I understand sh
takes jobs on that basis quit>
often. It is not thoroughly ap
proved in the best criminal
circles. Too much incentive tc
frame a case. However, that
theory of framing has beer
over exploited. My proposition
cards on the table, is this: If j
beat the lady to it, discover
the murderer before she does
will you pay me what you hav<
agreed to pay her?”
“Canneziano,” Sam said
“get this. Get it now. I’ll pa;
you not one red cent for any
thing. Not one red cent.”
“Fair enough,” Canneziam
repeated. "And my mistake
Undoubtedly, I should hav«
worded it differently. For in
stance—What will you pay m<
not to discover the murderei
on the Desert Moon Ranch?’
A week ago, Sam would have
got up and kicked him oul j
through the door for thai ,
question. This evening Sarr
sat still and looked him over
sort of sliding his eyes up anc
down over his smooth dapper
ness. Finally he drawled, “Gc
as far as you like, Canne
ziano. Only— you won’t get
anywhere you’d like to be, not
on that line.”
“Presently, perhaps,” Can
neziano answered. “No hurry.’
I’ll be switched if Sarr
didn’t sit there and murmur |
mildly. “ Said the Carpen- j
ter,’ ” to himself.
(TO B> CONTINUED)
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