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CHAPTER VI—Continued
He was a tall man. despite his
stooped shoulders; and, though he
was very thin, he possessed a firm
ness of bearing which made one feel
that he had retained a great meas
ure of the physical power that had
obviously been his in youth. There
was benevolence in the somewhat
haggard face, but there was also
shrewdness in his gaze; and the con
tour of his mouth indicated a latent
hardness.
He bowed to us with an old-fash
ioned graciousness and took a few
steps into the study.
“My son has just informed me,”
he said in a slightly querulous voice,
“of the tragedy that has occurred
here this afternoon. I'm sorry that
I did not return home earlier, as is
my wont on Saturdays, for in that
event the tragedy might have been
averted. I myself would have been
in the study here and would probab
ly have kept an eye on my nephew.
In any event, no one could then have
got possession of my revolver.”
“I am not at all sure, Doctor Gar
den,” Vance returned grimly, “that
your presence here this afternoon
would have averted the tragedy. It
, is not nearly so simple a matter as
* it appears at first glance.”
Professor Garden sat down in a
chair of antique workmanship near
the door and, clasping his hands
tightly, leaned forward.
“Yes, yes. So I understand. And
I want to hear more, about this af
fair.” The tension in his voice was
patent. “Floyd told me that Woode’s
death had all the appearance of sui
cide, but that you do not accept
y that conclusion. Would it be asking
too much if I requested further de
tails with regard to your attitude
‘ in this respect?”
“There can be no doubt, sir,”
Vance returned quietly, "that your
nephew was murdered. There are
too many indications that contra
dict the theory of suicide. But it
would be inadvisable, as well as
unnecess’ry, to go into details at
the moment. Our investigation has
just begun. By the by, doctor, may
I ask what detained you this after
noon?—I gathered from your son
that you usually return home long
before this time on Saturdays.”
“Of course, you may,” the man
replied with seeming frankness; but
there was a startled look in his
eyes as he gazed at Vance. “I
had some obscure data to look up
before I could continue with an ex
periment I’m making; and I thought
today would be an excellent time
to do it, since I close the ’aboratory
and let my assistants go on Satur
day afternoons.”
“And where were you, doctor,”
Vance went on, “between the time
you left the laborat’ry and the time
i of your arrival here?"
“To be quite specific,” Professor
Garden answered, “I left the uni
versity at about two and went to the
public library where I remained
until half an hour ago. Then I took
a cab and came directly home."
“You went to the library alone?”
asked Vance.
“Naturally I went alone,” the pro
fessor answered tartly. “I don’t
b take assistants with me when I
have research work to do ”
“My dear doctor!” said Vance
placatingly. “A serious crime has
been committed in your home, and
it is essential that we know—as a
matter of routine—the whereabouts
of the various persons in any way
connected with the unfortunate situ
ation.”
“I see what you mean.”
“I am glad you appreciate our
difficulties,” Vance said, “and I
trust you will be equally consid
erate when I ask you just what was
the relationship between you and
your nephew?”
The man turned slowly and leaned
against the broad sill.
“We were very close,” he an
swered without hesitation or resent
ment. "Both my wife and I have
regarded Woode almost as a son,
since his parents died. He was not
a strong person morally, and he
needed both spiritual and material
assistance. Perhaps because of this
fundamental weakness in his na
ture, we have been more lenient
with him than with our own son.”
CHAPTER VII
Vance nodded with understanding.
“That being the case, I presume
that you and Mrs. Garden have pro
vided for young Swift in your wills.”
k "That is true.” Professor Gar
den answered after a slight pause.
“We have, as a matter of fact,
made Woode and our son equal
beneficiaries.”
“Has your son,” asked Vance,
“any income of his own?”
“None whatever,” the professor
told him. “He has made a little
money here and there, on various
enterprises—largely connected with
>
sports—but he is entirely dependent
on the allowance my wife and I
give him. It’s a very liberal one—
too liberal, perhaps, judged by con
ventional standards. But I see no
reason not to indulge the boy. It
isn’t his fault that he hasn’t the
temperament for a professional ca
reer, and has no flair for business.”
“A very liberal attitude, Doctor,”
Vance murmured: “especially for
one who is himself so wholehearted
ly devoted to the more serious
things of life as you aie . . . But
what of Swift: did he have an in
dependent income?”
“His father,” the professor ex
plained, “left him a very comfort
able amount; but I imagine he
squandered it or gambled most of it
away.”
“There’s one more question,”
Vance continued, “that I'd like to
ask you in connection with your
will and Mrs. Garden’s: were your
son and nephew aware of the dispo
sition of the estate?”
“I couldn’t say. It’s quite possi
ble they were. Neither Mrs. Gar
den nor I have regarded the subject
as a secret . . . But what, may I
ask,” — Professor Garden gave
Vance a puzzled look—"has this to
do with the present terrible situa
tion?”
“I’m sure I haven't the remotest
idea,” Vance admitted frankly.
"I’m merely probin' round in the
dark, in the hope of findin’ some
small ray of light.”
Hennessey, the detective whom
Heath had ordered to remain on
guard below, came lumbering up
the passageway to the study.
"There’s a guy downstairs, Ser
geant,” he reported, "who says he’s
from the telephone company and
has got to fix a bell or somethin’.
He’s fussed around downstairs and
couldn’t find anything wrong there.”
Heath shrugged and looked in
quiringly at Vance.
"It’s quite all right, Hennessey,”
Vance told the detective. “Let him
come up.”
Hennessey saluted half-heartedly
and went out.
“You know, Markham,” Vance
said, “I wish this infernal buzzer
hadn’t gone out of order at just
this time. I abominate coinci
dences—”
“Do you mean,” Professor Gar
den interrupted, “that inter-commu
nicating buzzer between here and
the den downstairs? ... It was
working all right this morning—
Sneed summoned me to breakfast
with it as usual.”
“Yes, yes,” nodded Vance.
“That’s just it. It evidently ceased
functioning after you had gone out.
The nurse discovered it and report
ed it to Sneed who called up the
telephone company.”
"It’s not of any importance,” the
professor returned with a lacka
daisical gesture of his hand. “It’s
a convenience, however, and saves
many trips up and down the stairs.”
“We may as well let the man
attend to it, since he’s here. It
won’t disturb as.” Vance stood up.
“And I say, doctor, would you mind
joining the others downstairs? We’U
be down presently, too.”
The professor inclined his head in
silent acquiescence and, without a
word, went from the room.
Presently a tall, pale, youthful
man appeared at the door to the
study. He carried a small black
tool kit.
“I was sent here to look over a
buzzer,” he announced with surly
indifference. “I didn’t find the trou
ble downstairs.”
“Maybe the difficult, is at this
end,” suggested Vance. “There’s
the buzzer behind the desk.”
The man went over to it, opened
his case of tools and, taking out a
flashlight and a small screw-driver,
removed the outer shell of the box.
Fingering the connecting wires for a
moment, he looked up at Vance with
an expression of contempt.
“You can’t expect the buzzer to
work when the wires ain't connect
ed,” he commented.
Vance became suddenly interest
ed. Adjusting his monocle, he knelt
down and looked at the box.
•‘They’re both disconnected—eh,
what?” he remarked.
•‘Sure they are,” the man grum
bled. ‘‘And it don't look to me
like they worked themselves loose,
either.”
“You think they were deliberately
disconnected?” asked Vance.
‘‘Well, it looks that way.” The
man was busy reconnecting the
wires. ‘‘Both screws are loose, and
the wires aren’t bent—they look like
they been pulled out.”
‘‘That's most interestin’.” Vance
stood up, and returned the monocle
to his pocket meditatively. ‘‘It might
be, of course. But I can’t see why
anyone should have done it . . . Sor
ry for your trouble.”
‘‘Oh, that’s all in the day’s work,”
the man muttered, readjusting the
cover of the box. “I wish all my
jobs were as easy as this one.” Aft
er a few moments he stood up.
‘‘Let’s see if the buzzer will work
now. Any one downstairs who’ll
answer if I press this?"
"I’ll take care of that,” Heath in
terposed, and turned to Snitkin.
"Hop down to the den, and if you
hear the buzzer down there, ring
back.”
Snitkin hurried out, and a few
moments later, when the button
was pressed, there came two short
answering signals.
"It’s all right now,” the repair
man said, packing up his tools and
going toward the door. “So long.”
And he disappeared down the pas
sageway.
Vance smoked for a moment in
silence, looking down at the floor.
"I don’t know, Markham. It’s
dashed mystifyin’. But I have a
notion that the same person who
fired the shot we heard disconnected
those wires ...”
Suddenly he stepped to one side
behind the draperies and crouched
down, his eyes peering out cautious
ly into the garden. He raised a
warning hand to us to keep back out
of sight.
“Deuced queer,” he said tensely.
"That gate in the far end of the
fence is slowly opening . . . Oh, my
aunt!” And he swung swiftly into
the passageway leading to the gar
den. oeckoning to us to follow.
Vance ran past the covered body
of Swift on the settee, and crossed
to the garden gate. As he reached
it he was confronted by the haughty
and majestic figure of Madge Weath
erby. Evidently her intention was
to step into the garden, but she
drew back abruptly when she saw
us. Our presence, however, seemed
neither to surprise nor to embarrass
her.
“Charmin’ of you to come up,
Miss Weatherby,” said Vance. “But
His Eyes Peering Cautiously In
to the Garden.
I gave orders that everyone was to
remain downstairs.”
‘‘I had a right to come here!”
she returned, drawing herself up
with almost regal dignity.
“Ah!” murmured Vance. “Yes, of
course. It might be, don’t y’ know.
But would you mind explainin’?”
“Not at all. I wished to ascertain
if he could have done it.”
“And who,” asked Vance, “is this
mysterious ‘he’?”
“Who?” she repeated, throwing
her head back sarcastically. “Why,
Cecil Kroon!”
Vance’s eyelids drooped, and he
studied the woman narrowly for a
brief moment. Then he said lightly:
“Most interestin’. But let that
wait a moment. How did you get up
here?”
“That was very simple. I pre
tended to be faint and told your min
ion I was going into the butler’s
pantry to get a drink of water.
I went out through the pantry
door into the public hallway, came
up the main stairs, and out on this
terrace.”
“But how did you know that you
could reach the garden by this
route?”
“1 didn’t know.” She smiled enig
matically. “I was merely recon
noitering. I was anxious to prove
to myself that Cecil Kroon could
have shot poor Woody.”
“And are you satisfied that he
could have?” asked Vance quietly.
“Oh, yes," the woman replied
with bitterness. “Beyond a doubt.
I’ve known for a long time that
Cecil would kill him sooner or later.
And I was quite certain when you
said that Woody had been murdered
that Cecil had done it. But I did not
understand how he could have got
ten up here, after leaving us this
afternoon. So I endeavored to find
out.”
“And why, may I ask,” said
Vance, “would Mr. Kroon desire to
dispose of Swift?”
The woman clasped her hands the
atrically against her breast.
“Cecil was jealous — frightfully
jealous. He's madly in love with
me. He has tortured me with his
attentions ...” One of her hands
went to her forehead ir a gesture of
desperation. “There has been noth
ing I could do. And when he learned
that I cared for Woody, he became
desperate. He threatened me.”
Vance's keen regard showed nei
ther the sympathy her pompous re
cital called for, nor the cynicism
which I knew he felt.
“Sad—very sad,” he mumbled.
Miss Weatherby jerked her head
up and her eyes flashed.
“I came up here to see if it were
possible that Cecil could have done
this thing. I came up in the cause
of justice!”
“Very accommodatin’.” Vance’s
manner had suddenly changed.
“We’re most appreciative, and all
that sort of thing. But I must in
sist, don’t y’ know, that you return
downstairs and wait there with the
others. And you will be so good as
to come through the garden and go
down the apartment stairs.”
He was brutally matter-of-fact as
he drew the gate shut and directed
the woman to the passageway door.
She hesitated a moment and then
followed his indicating finger.
When we were back in the study
Vance sank into a chair and yawned.
“My word!” he complained. “The
case is difficult enough without these
amateur theatricals.”
Markham, I could see, had been
both impressed and puzzled by the
incident.
“Maybe it’s not all dramatics,”
he suggested. "The woman made
some very definite statements.”
"Oh, yes. She would. She's the
type.” Vance took out his ciga
rette case. “Definite statements,
yes. And misleadin’. Really, y’know,
I don't for a moment believe she re
gards Kroon as the culprit.”
“But she certainly has something
on her mind,” protested Markham.
“Oh, Markham—my dear Mark
ham!” Vance shook his head sadly.
“However ... As you say. There
is something back of the lady’s his
trionics. She has ideas. But she's
circuitous. And she wants us to be
like those Chinese gods who can’t
proceed except in a straight line.
Sad. But let's try makin' a turn. The
situation is something like this: An
unhappy lady slips out through the
butler’s pantry and presents herself
on the roof-garden, hopin’ to attract
our attention. Having succeeded,
she informs us that she has proved
conclusively that a certain Mr.
Kroon has done away with Swift be
cause of amorous jealousy. The la
dy herself, let us assume, is the
spurned and not the spurner. She
resents it. She has a temper and
is vengeful—and she comes to the
roof here for the sole purpose of
convincing us that Kroon is guilty."
"But her story is plausible
enough," said Markham aggressive
ly. "Why try to find hidden mean
ings in obvious facts? Kroon could
have done it. And your psychologi
I cal theory regarding the woman’s
motives eliminates him entirely.”
"It doesn’t eliminate him at all.
It merely tends to involve the lady
in a rather unpleasant bit of chican
ery. The fact is, her little drama
here on the roof may prove most
illuminatin’."
Vance stretched his legs out be
fore him and sank deeper into his
chair.
"Curious situation. ‘Y’ know,
Markham, Kroon deserted the party
about fifteen or twenty minutes be
fore the big race—legal matters to
attend to for a maiden aunt, he ex
plained—and he didn’t appear again
until after I had phoned you. As
sumed immediately that Swift had
shot himself. Doubt inspired me to
converse with the elevator boy. I
learned that Kroon had not gone
down or up in the elevator since his
arrival here early in the afternoon
• l
“What's that!” Markham ex
claimed. “That’s more than sus
picious—taken with what we have
just heard from this Miss Weather
by.”
“I dare say.” Vance was unim
pressed. “The legal mind at work.
But from my gropin’ amateur point
of view, I’d want more—oh, much
more. However,”—Vance rose and
meditated a moment—“I’ll admit
that a bit of lovin’ communion with
Mr. Kroon is definitely indicated.”
He turned to Heath. “Send the chap
pie up, will you. Sergeant?”
Heath nodded and started toward
the door.
“And Sergeant," Vance halted
him; “you might question the ele
vator boy and find out if there is
any one else in the building whom
Kroon is in the habit of calling on. If
so, follow it up with a few discreet
inquiries."
Heath vanished down the stairs,
and a minute or so later Kroon saun
tered into the study with the air of
a man who is bored and not a little
annoyed.
“I suppose I’m in for some more
tricky questions,” he commented.
After glancing about him, Kroon
sat down leisurely at one end of
the davenport. The man’s manner,
I could see, infuriated Markham,
who leaned forward and asked in
cold anger:
“Have you any urgent reasons for
objecting to give us what assistance
you can in our investigation of this
murder?”
Kroon raised his eyebrows.
“None whatever,” he said with
calm superiority. “I might even be
able to tell you who shot Woody.”
“That’s most interestin’,” mur
mured Vance, stud> mg the man in
differently. “But we'd much rath
er find out for ourselves, don't y’
know.”
Kroon shrugged maliciously and
said nothing.
(TO HE CONTINUED)
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Getting Rid of Fat.
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Dr. Albert H. Rowe, San Fran
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Of 270 patients showing stomach
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getting the patient free from symp
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cause are gradually eaten again in
very small amounts so that the pa
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to eat them without disturbance)
for them.
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Get alxix at any A
drugstore—25
tablets for 25c.
BYERS BROS & CO.
A Real Live Stock Com. Firm
At the Omaha Market
MORNING DISTRESS
isdue to acid, upset stomach.
Miinesia wafers (the orig
inal) quickly relieve acid
stomach and give necessary
elimination Each wafer
equals 4 teaspoonfuls of millc
of magnesia. 20c, 35c & 60c.
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