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Duke McCale, private detective, Is in
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eourt, who was about to marry Veronica
Bigelow, heiress to thirty million dollars.
She Is the principal snspect. McCale
questions members of the family and ob
tains Important clues, uncovering a deep
plot to keep control of the great fortune
In the family, through a deal with Val
lalncourt. McCale decides that Shari
Lynn, VaUalncourt’s former wife, holds
the key to the puzzle. He hurries to her
apartment, only to And that she has been
shot dead. On looking around, he no
tices that a picture Is missing from the
wall of her apartment. He later talks
to Veronica about her love for Vallaln
courL
CHAPTER XIV
But how can I be sure it’s the
emptiness of lost love? It’s more
like—oh—” She broke oft, burying
her head in her arms. “1 d°n t
know.”
“I think I understand,” he said
quietly. "It hits you sort of in the
stomach Instead of in the heart.
"Yes, yes. That’s it." But she
grimaced as though the thought so
stated was a trifle vulgar. She
brushed a tear from the corner of
her eye.
"About the scrap of letter you
found—a letter to Curt."
"Yes, that. I was sure it was
from Vicky. She’s always been so
funny about Curt. Her attitude
seemed to be that because she had
known him first, she had priority
rights over him. Something like
that. I was shattered by that note
and what it implied. And when I
accused her, she was so hard in
spite of her denial. In a foolish
moment I gave it to Aunt Addy.
I was so upset.”
"I know that.” he said. He hesi
tated, not sure whether to go on;
then decided to risk her shock at
what he had to say. “It is cruel,
perhaps, to tell you now,” he be
gan, “but necessary. We haven’t
much time. The inquest is the day
after tomorrow and—”
"Oh, but do. I’m able to stand
anything after—” she shuddered—
"after this afternoon.”
"You see," he said bluntly, "the
thing you suspected, the plot to gain
control of your inheritance, was
real. It was a diabolical plot—all
were in it.”
He expected her to cry out or to
huddle away from him. He was
nearly bowled over himself when
she almost laughed, saying, "But
no—no. You’re wrong, Mr. McCale.
Oh, I don’t mean about the plot.
You’re wrong in thinking I didn’t
know about it. I was so horrified
. . . Well, I went first to Chris—
and. .
“You went to Chris Storm?" A
signal flashed through his mind He
clamped his teeth together hard.
"Yes. He was furious, of course.
He wanted to have it out with Curt
then and there, but I persuaded him
not to. I said it was my Job and
that I would do it.”
•'Anri riiri vnn?" .
"Ye*. I went right to Curt be
fore the rehearsal, the day before—
before he died. But you see. I was
wrong in one thing. Curt confessed
to the original plot. That was true
enough, but—”
“But what?” McCale’s mind was
working furiously, conjuring up all
kinds of absurd visions. He pulled
himself up abruptly.
"You see.” she said carefully, a
tremor In her voice, “Curt loved
me. He really did. Oh, I know.
He'd been a hellion all right. He
told me a great deal about himself
that day—about his past—about
Shari Lynn. But for once, it was
the real thing with him. He could
hardly understand it himself, but
there it was. He was truly in love
for the first time in his life. He was
going to turn his back on them all.
We were going to be happy togeth
er. There wasn't anything they
could have done after we were mar
ried ”
“Had he told them?” His voice
was soft, insistent.
“Oh, no. I think he realized the
danger, because someone was
watching him.”
"You mean—”
"Yes. He told me we’d have tc
be careful right up to the hour o!
the wedding. He Joked about it t
lot because he considered it funny
He said. 'Set a thief to catch i
thief,' or ‘When thieves fall out.
Things like that. He supposed thej
were suspicious because he'd beei
seen with Shari Lynn. The papen
had got hold of it, you know.”
"Didn’t he know who was follow
lng him about? Did he say wheth
er it was a man or woman?"
An Attempt on
MrCale's Life
"No. He said I wasn’t to worr;
about it. That was all.” She begai
to cry softly.
He helped her out and paid th
driver. He didn’t speak until th
taxi had driven off.
“That afternoon—the one befor
yesterday — when you and Cur
came into the living room, h
flashed you a signal with his eyes.'
"You noticed that?”
“Yes. What did it mean?"
“It meant that everything was a'
right, that he’d destroyed everythin
—his letters, his associations, e\
erything that had tied him to th
past. It was as if he said’’—he
voice broke—"as if he said. 'Look
darling, the past Is all finished. I'r
clean.’ ”
McCale blinked his eyes, cleare
his throat. "All rigni, ne saia.
Then, "I’m not going in with you.
Things to do. Lots of them. Chin
up, now. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Good-night.”
"Good-night.” She made an at
tempt at a smile. "And thank you.”
Of one thing he was sure. Curt
Vallaincourt had really loved Ver
onica Bigelow. Start with that fact.
He had burned his bridges, care
fully and conscientiously. Includ
ing Shari Lynn? He thought so.
Funny what love will do for a guy.
But he must have been aware of
his antagonists—of their viciousness
if what he intended doing became
known. He was certain that he
knew of his danger. He had woven
his spell with the blackest of arts
and had been caught at it. That
was his undoing. He must have
been conscious of playing a long
chance those last few days. But he
went to his death blithely all the
same, even welcoming it in the
knowledge that something fine had
happened to him that had never
happened before. He had been be
trayed, however, by hope.
McCale was silently deriding the
philosophizing he had been indulg
ing in when he came abreast of
his own doorway. Just when it was
that the first warning came, he
couldn't afterwards recall. He had
just looked up to see the lights of
his office gleaming faintly. He was
He didn't hear Ann scream.
only a few feet from the doorstep
when it came—that intuitive mes
sage from his nerves, his glands.
Call it what you will, it reaches up
out of the vastness of our primeval
beginnings to warn us. It gripped
him now, thrusting icy claws down
into his diaphragm. He started to
turn; then thought better of it. Then
he began to rim.
The report came like a firecrack
er. hard by on his right. He heard
the sound of running feet. He felt
a ghastly blow near his heart. He
reeled, stopped in his tracks. A
low whisper escaped his lips. His
knees buckled as a pain shot
through his side. He climbed up
the steps somehow. He thought,
“Oh, God, this is how Curt Val
laincourt died. I wonder what went
through his mind—crawling up
those endless stairs?"
After a thousand years, the door
swung open. Ann stood there. She
seemed tar away in the dark. He
forced a smile.
“Hello,” he said, conscious of
slobbering.
“You’re tight,” she said.
A JSarroiv Escape
From Death
“No.'' His own voice sounded dif
ferent and from way back some
where. “I don’t drink. You know
that. I've been held up."
"Yeah—all the way home. I'll
bet. What have you done with
Veronica Bigelow?”
“Don't tell me you’re jealous of
her." He swayed, hardly aware of
this insane stalling.
It must have been then that she
saw pain glaze his eyes, bare his
, teeth. She moved forward, sudden
, terror striking her.
“Duke!" she gasped
His legs gave way again. Slowly
he slid to his knees, crouching there.
His face twitched a moment and
he made a mumbling noise before
he pitched forward.
He didn’t hear Ann's scream.
Once during the night, he became
r conscious It was like being
, dragged up into the light from the
depth and darkness of a great well
, He felt a breath of cool air and
, opened his eyes. He realized his
throat was parched. He asked for
, water and a phantom floated into
j view. It was Ann. She held a glass
, of water for him. Her eyes, he
i noticed, were big and filled with
love for him and fear for him, too.
“That’s Ann," he thought. "I'm
1 sick and she's worried about me.
{ She loves me and she’s worried.
. That’s great. That's fine.”
» When the black curtain of mor
r phia lifted again, it was another
, day. The room was light. The first
r thing he saw was big black letters.
They formed slowly out of the mist
i that still clouded his vision some
wnai. iney reaa: uti&oiivii
SHOT. His mind struggled with
this and he made a slight motion
with his head. A golden blonde an
gel leaned over and kissed him
lightly on the brow.
“Where am I?” He mouthed con
fused thoughts.
“Why, darling, this is Ann. You
know where you are.”
"Uh huh.” Fuzziness began to
leave the edges of his brain. “This
is heaven. Do that again, angel.”
He started to put an arm about
her. Pain seared his shoulder. He
groaned a bit coming wide awake.
“Behave yourself," Ann said.
"You’re in no condition to become
amorous. Good lerd, did you see
that?” She flung the morning pa
per on the floor. “The papers have
you at death's door. Here, let me
lift you up a little.”
She propped a pillow behind him
and sat down. There were deep
shadows under her eyes.
“Have you been here all night?”
he asked.
“Sure, why not?”
“Why didn’t Rocky make you go
home?” •
"Do you think I’d leave you to the
tender mercies of that behemoth?
Every time you asked for a drink,
he reached for the .bottle of Scotch.”
She scowled.
Just then the door opened and
Rocky stuck his head in. He grinned
broadly on seeing McCale awake
and sitting up.
"Doc Preble is here, nurse.” He
dropped a curtsey to Ann.
“Preble!" McCale howled. "The
coroner! What is this? I’m not
dead—or am I?"
Ann chuckled. She did not look
too tired or harassed now that she
smiled.
mien you leu in me aourway
last night, you looked pretty dead
to me. I fainted. Rocky had the
two of us in his hands. Of course,
he simply let me lie there. With
the door wide open, I wasn’t un
conscious long. I came to and stum
bled up the stairs to And he had
stretched you out on the office desk,
too much like a corpse for me to
think of anything else. What with
Rocky beating his own brains out
and cursing that someone had
bumped off the boss, I dialed head
quarters. The homicide squad,
down to the last legman, were here
in three minutes flat.”
Preble was short and thin and
past middle age and sported a
goatee. He had the typical medical
man’s all-seeing eye.
He looked McCale over shrewdly,
examined the wound, and reban
daged it in short order.
“You’ll do,” he said. “Stay in
bed for twenty-four hours. Don’t
want you running a temperature.
You're a lucky guy. The bullet was
deflected by the cigarette case you
carry in your upper vest pocket.”
“Was it a forty-five?”
"Undoubtedly, from the nature
of the wound. If it hadn’t been for
that cigarette case, it would have
ripped you wide open. Well, mind
what 1 say now. This girl needs
some sleep.” He turned to Ann,
harumphed, and went off, giving
Rocky the stare of an anthropolo
gist ignoring an interesting but in
terior specimen.
Donlevy Calls
And Talks
A half hour later, McCale was in
terrupted in the middle of exasper
ated resentment at the "light” diet
ordered by the doctor and carried
out to the letter by Ann. The tele
phone rang. Ann, provokingly
placing the bedside telephone out
of his reach, and with a smug ex
pression on her face, went into the
outer office to take the call.
"That was Veronica Bigelow,"
she said matter-of-factly. “I had
the devil of a time before she’d
trust me with the message. She’s
upset no end. It seems that Don
levy has arrested Christopher
Storm.”
"When?”
“Last night or early this morn
ing. She’s been trying to get the
office ever since, I suppose.”
“You suppose?”
“Well, I—I stuffed blotting paper
in the telephone bell last night. 1
thought the ringing might disturb
your rest—the doctor said—”
“God Almighty. Between you and
the doctor, I might as well be s
corpse. I was all hopped up with
morphine, wasn't I?” He turned
himself around with a painful ef
fort.
“Now, Duke, you’re not to excit*
yourself. You’ll raise a tempera
ture.”
“To hell with my temperature
Get Donlevy on the wire.”
Obediently she called police nead
quarters, only to learn that the
homicide man was on his way then
at that very moment.
McCale patted her hand, feelinf
ashamed of his irascibility. He re
signed himself to waiting for Don
levy.
In less than twenty minutes, thi
! lieutenant strode in, in the wake o
■ Rocky. The two of them so big
but so different, bulked hugely ii
the doorway, Donlevy, with a mut
tered greeting to McCale, flung him
self into a chair. Crevices of fatigu<
and worry lined his face,
l (TO CONTINUED)
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