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Me Cale tells her that the letters are not In the apartment, bnt hints that Shari Lynn may have them. Because of cir cumstantial evidence, the police believe that Veronica Is the murderer. McCale does not think so, but has not yet formed a conclusion. There are many contra dictory clues. CHAPTER XI The telephone was ringing insist ently. McCale rolled over, opened one eye, swore, and finally grabbed the extra pillow, bundling it under his head. He fumbled with the light, snapped it on, lifted the telephone off its cradle. "McCale speaking," he growled. "Rocky, boss." “Where are you?” "Comer of Aspinwall, opposite the Vallaincourt den. Didn’t you tell me to keep a lookout?” "Oh, yeah. All quiet?" “All quiet now. Listen, boss, ’long about five this morning—” "All right What happened at five o’clock?” Sleep still hugged him tightly and there was an unreasonable barb in his voice. "Okay, okay. Around five, a girl showed up with a key to the Val laincourt ron-day-voo.” "Who was it?” "Hold on to your hat, now. It was Victoria Bigelow." "Victoria Bigelow?" Surprise Jerked him wide awake. "Uh uh. She was after some let ters of hers, she said.” “Well, well.” Victoria had cer tainly had a busy night, he thought "The place was clean, like you said. No secret panels, either. I— that is—I finally helped her hunt for them.” “Go home and grab yourself some grub and shuteye," said Mc Cale. "Get here about one o’clock. I’m going to be busy this morn ing.” At eight forty-five he called Ann Marriot on the telephone. To her cool ’'hello," he said, "Good morning. This is your boss." "Oh, good morning, dar—boss. Anything important? I’m on my way in about five minutes.” "No hurry. In fact, this is just to say you might shop for an hour if you want to and then do an errand for me. I want you to drop in on Shari Lynn. Suite 802." ", . » And pray what shall I use as an excuse for dropping in, as you say? Don’t tell me you’re sending me along to smooth the way for you —a more subtle approach, so to speak?” "No—and that’s comedy enough for now, my girl." He grew serious. "I saw her myself late last night, for that matter.” "You rat!” "I'd like a line on how she is this morning. You know—sad, gay, ex pectant? Ask her for her auto graph. Anything to get in. Talk about Vallaincourt if you can with out being thrown out." "That all?” “Yes. Just a check-up to satisfy a point that's been nagging me. She’s fairly transparent. It ought to be easy.” “Oh, yes, indeed. It sounds too, too easy. All right. I'll do my best. See you when?” "About noon. Here. ’Bye, sweet.” He dressed leisurely and careful ly. He felt like a twentieth century warrior going forth to civilized bat tle. He knew that to solve this problem, he had first to break down the buttresses of tradition that sur rounded the Bigelows. He knew he was up against something that even the overestimated awe, or if vou will, majesty, of the law could not upend. He had to break down that smug superiority which was so se cure in the belief in its own intelli gence that it made its own rules as it went along. He rather pitied them momentarily, and smiled wryly at the pure cynicism of his own thoughts. Sybil Becomes Implicated On impulse he dialed police head quarters and asked for Donlevy. After a slight delay, the curt, inci sive voice of the lieutenant came through. "Donlevy here." "McCale, lieutenant." “Oh—sure. Not out yet hunting the foul criminal?" “On the way. I’d like to know what the Bigelow women were wear ing when they came in yesterday outside of the green thingamajig Veronica sported." "Of course. Didn’t I mention that?” "No." “Well, here it is. Victoria, an oiled-silk affair, yellow; Karen, a black velvet suit, black cape; Sybil, a light brown raincoat. That help?" “Uh uh. It was Sybil, then, who walked away into the fog.” “You think so? She claims to have been at the drugstore." “Not for my money." “I kind of think not. That fam ily! It’s almost impossible to get them to admit anything. They're all protecting one another. What? I’ve had a devil of a time and got nothing so far.” "You'll get less, very likely, now they’ve had a chance to compare notes.” There was a pause. Then Don levy said, almost cheerfully, "I guess Veronica’s our girl.” “You really think so?” "The Lynn woman’s evidence will put the finish on it.” "Oh.” McCale pondered over that for a moment, then decided* to add, "I’d keep a sharp watch on the Lynn woman.” "Why?" Donlevy’s Interest was immediate. “I would. That's all.” "Now, Duke, you must have a reason. Why be mysterious?" "I’ll drop in to see you later in the day. Okay?" "By all means." McCale dropped the receiver onto its cradle. An emotion of concern crowded his mind and he sighed a sigh of sheer desperation. His brain seemed dulled, inactive, depressed. There was something there, some thing that would make it clear. It was evading him. Until he could grasp it, he must blunder along, without help, without even the con fidence of the ones he was trying to help. Damn the medieval re serve of such people, anyway. “I want those letters. Do I get them?" The police commissioner had come and asked a few pertinent questions, stayed barely an hour, and departed. At eight o'clock the district attorney had attempted to bully the police in charge as well as the suspects. He had left at eleven in a huff. The body had been removed to the morgue and laboratory for full er examination. Lieutenant Donlevy and his squad had finished with the preliminaries. The hungry press had been thrown a bone to nibble on. Men had been sent to Vallain court’s apartment to look over pa pers and belongings for a possible clue. The orderly hubbub of official procedure was over, for a time at least. The night had been quiet— the quiet of nervous exhaustion per haps, but quiet. Then, at nine this morning, a plainclothes man had interrupted breakfast with an urgent request for Veronica. He was politely in sistent that she must come at once to the office of Lieutenant Donlevy for further questioning. She was not to be alarmed. It was a matter of routine. But— Miss Adelaide Agrees To McCale's Plan The library was dim and still and only the sound of a piano being played in the drawing room up stairs came through the oppressing quiet as Adelaide Bigelow finished her recital of events, and looked at McCale sadly. McCale did not speak for a minute The weight of his senses closed down on him like a stone. He wondered idly whether it was the gloom or the helpless ness in the old lady’s voice that caused this feeling of futility. He wondered why Karen Bigelow was playing the Liszt Preludes so pas sionately—those romantic things so richly interlaced with religious mysticism. A strange woman, Karen, but merely more obviously strange than the others. Only the woman before him. resigned, deter mined, with great courage, seemed to belong in that house. Her voice brought him awake again with a start. “What are we going to do?” she asked. “I think,” he answered, “that I may be able to see a little further, get a little more than the police were able to. That is, if I can gain their confidence. If you will ask them to come in”—he rose as she got up, smiled and added—“one by one, if you please. It might be eas ier that way.” “To trap them, I suppose,” she murmured, surprisingly. “Why, of course.” He bowed, the smile leaving his lips. He felt the subtle antagonism leap between them. Then she came over to him, impulsively putting a thin patrician hand on his sleeve, “Forgive me,” she whispered. "It’s only that I am so upset I know how things must be from now on. I see a whole way of life dis appearing before my eyes, an em pire slipping away. I know—” "That below the surface, things have not been what they seemed for a long, long time,” he inter jected, keeping the pity carefully from his tone of voice, for he knew that this she would not have. “Yes—yes. You won’t need me again?” She spoke as if that would be abhorrent to her. "No. It is better that I do my —dirty work alone.” He smiled once more, as he watched her leave the room. He stood by the fireplace, staring moodily into the ashes of last night’s fire, until he heard the door open and close behind him. When he turned, he saw Stephen Bigelow standing irresolute and nervous in the gray morning light. It was clear, as he sat down in the chair opposite McCale. that he was completely shaken. Although it was no doubt partly hangover, McCale intuitively sensed that not a little of it was due to the fact that he was on his own. A complex lad, this one, he thought, riddled by complexes. He had seen enough of Stephen to know that in spite of his high-nosed arrogance, he was lost without the support of his wife and silly mother. He pondered as to which one of them had been clev er enough to send him in first, so that either or both could expertly deny any break he might make. In a business like way, McCale said, "I am willing to take the po lice report of your actions yester day afternoon verbatim. However, I’m more interested in something that may not seem relevant to the murder. If you will only have con fidence in me, I can assure you it will probably go no further. I ask it entirely in the hope of helping your foster sister, Veronica, out of a ticklish situation. I know, of eourse, that you are eager to be of any assistance possible to her." “Oh, quite." The answer came readily enough. McCale studiously Ignored the contemptuous curve of the lips that accompanied the re mark. "Very well, then. I’d like to know if you had known Curt Vallaincourt before he became engaged to Veron ica. What you know of him. What you thought of him, to be exact. How, for instance, did it happen that he came so suddenly to this city to be taken up immediately by your family? I’d welcome anything you can tell me." He saw relief come over Ste phen’s face, relief that the question was not the one he had feared. Ste phen smiled—a thin-lipped, uneasy smile. "I met him in Chicago,” he said calmly, "about six years ago. Vic toria was running around with him. I had gone there for a couple of months. Just to renew a few old acquaintances." "Anyone in particular?" Stephen Tells of His Chicago Trip "No.” His hands shook a little as he fumbled for a cigarette and lighted it. "Just a couple of fellows I had known in the navy. At one time, you see, things were not very —well, pleasant at home. I ran away and Joined up. I made a few friends while I was in the service. I corresponded with them from time to time after I got out. We are not a particularly happy group. McCale, en famille, so to speak. So when things got boring again, and —er—a little squawky, 1 decided to hop out to Chicago and visit a chap who had since married and done quite well for himself.” "Sort of run away again, is that it?” McCale’s grin was sardonic. He thought—as you’ve run out on everything unpleasant since you were a kid, I can bet. "Well, I suppose you could call it that." "You took Victoria with you?” "No, she came to fetch me back, as it were. All is forgiven, you know. That sort of thing. Victoria had met Curt in some of her wan derings I had met Karen by then and didn’t want to leave until there was an understanding of some sort between us. We stayed almost a year, until I married her. Vicky corresponded with Vallaincourt for a while after she came home. It was she who finally got him here. Ran into him by accident in New York or something, and she brought him along for a visit. He just stayed, that’s all.” He settled back in the chair, a little less jangled, as if a job had been done and rather well done. McCale settled back in his chair and looked at Stephen Bigelow with unconcealed disgust. Then he de cided to try a shot in the dark and see what it would hit "Of course you know that Curt Vallaincourt was married at soma time In hi» lively career.” "Oh, yes. He was,” Stephen ad mitted, completely off guard. "To Shari Lynn?” "Sarah Linsky to you,” Bigelow blurted, then bit his lip, reading the trap. "You knew her, too?” (TO BE CONTINUED) Lets you turn out bread of a moments notice/ 1WW»T" ■y^iw-ni" r. ■ w .—.IT— Quick acting... easy to use-keeps for weeks Usq 11 *e1* »•»*« I on your pantry shelf IF YOU BAKE AT HOME—you can make all the delicious bread you want to .. . any time you want to with wonderful Fleischmann’s Fast Rising Dry Yeast. 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