" V" 2 M THE BEE: OMAHA, SUNDAY. OCTOBER Ifl. 1921. MinilJIOIIIIIIM The YELLOW STREAK By Valentine Williams fBiiiiiiim HI - I Dl E3 srxorsis, BTartVy PaiHaVs iwll si Nartlaft, bis reset r to, InriutM Lady M rfr( Trmrt, bar daurhtrr nr u4 m Hurrs. m4 Mubu Onr. Wba trr. la ui la Rubta aropoaal, tall klia aba nwl la Pmb mm! edoMle wratv na tn, Orm laara la anr. Miry btm a that aa4 Parrlab it found dd la abi library. "IU) aia la alt bud. DiwaMea la dina-tad toward fw m fento la lb appeml iulna b Pan, la ballar. lalkj ef baarlac tniry toim. lUitrta ami ail. sad volsae Iba MM Harrlab vas aunJard. B tnd a aayalarloia amp ef blue pavar tMtde la body, and I alar bullal mark aa aa BprUbl la la to Itnirm. Ha let Harklnta a4 Mary raetNal, tkh tbrtnifb bar brolbtr Ho mrm. IHirrxnt kmri.flw, la rbm e( tba w Sail Mary Ik vantl will ba sukM. but ah ra aa a U KM tatlaSad wllfc thl. J km, ParrliV mry. la 'arm Mary af a rranrb loau la l'r rub's U(. Whll lby ara lalklnf a door U found Mir. a lkoab Ibara bait brrn aa MTaxlroaprr. Kubla la ylarM by Drur Wrlfht, formally am ployad by HvrUb. aba loll ef in lalWr earner ia aulb Africa -of en Vlrtor Marbraa. an taamy, ft ef nrUla Mil lallrre thai rwiMd Fan-nil t , ttoMa eMid Wrifbl lo Marklnat la tvt lb bine Jxwr thai ar.lTJ Juat bofor Pan-lab dtalb. W(rb I boul Man ParrUb' drab aaaai pnaat eaa enur lb library, and b bloat. Pre. tul, tn m U V Mary Trtrtrt. U confronts . ' V. BKYKSTH INSTALLMENT. The Maxkf Silencer. 0' ir cried tha girl, "you fright- wM me! Tou frightened toe! What do you want here ... in thie horrible room?" Bhe was trembling, one erim hand plucked nervously at her dress. Her breath came and went quickly. "I eaw the curtain move. I thought it was the wind at flret. But then I eaw the utllne of your fingers. And I Imagined It was him . , . come back . , ." "Miss Trevert" eald the boy, abashed, "I nuat have' frightened you terribly. I had feo Idea, It waa you." "But why are you hiding here? How did you get In? What do you want In this house?" . She epoke quickly, nervously. Some pa pera ihe held In her hand shook with her ' emotion. Bruce Wright stepped to the desk and turned the bulb of the reading lamp down into Its normal position. "I must apologize most sincerely for the fright I gave you," he said. "But, believe me. Miss Trevert, I had no Idea that, any body icould gain access to this room. I climbed In through, the window. Bruce told me that the police had taken away the key ..." The girl made an Impatient gesture. " But why have you come here 7" she said. What do you want?" The boy measured her with a narrow glance. He was young, but he was shrewd. He saw her frank eyes, her candid, open mien, and he took a rapid decision. " I think I have come," he answered slow. ly, "for the same purpose aa yourself!" And he looked at the papers in her hand. "I used to be Mr. Parrish's secretary, you know," he said. . s The- girl 'sighed- little fluttering sigh and looked earnestly at him. "I remember," she said. "Hartley liked' you. Ht waa sorry that he sent you away. He often spoke of you to me. But why have you come back? What do you mean by say ' Ing you have come for the same purpose as myself?" Bruee Wright looked at the array of letter trays. The. marble paperweight had been displaced. The tray In which It had lain was empty. He looked at the sheaf of papers in -, the girl's hand. "I wanted to see," he replied, "whether there was anything hre . . . on his desk . . . which would explain the mys . tery of his death ..." The girl spread out the papers In her haad on the big blotter. She laid the papers oat in a row and leaned forward, her white arms resting on the desk. From the other side of the desk the boy leaded eagerly forward-and scanned the line of papers. At the first glimpse his face felL The girl, eyeing him closely, marked the change whloh came over his features. There were seven papers of various kinds, both printed and written, and they were all, . on white paper. , The boy shook his head and swept the papers together Into a heap. . it's not there?" queried the girl eagerly. "No!" said Bruce, absent-mindedly, gtaao tng round the desk. - , " What isn't?" flashed back the girt . Bruce Wright felt his face redden with vex ation. What sort of a confidential emissary ' was he to fall into a simple trap like this? The girl smiled rather wanly. "Now 1 know what j you meant by saying foil had come for the same purpose as my- -. awlf ," eh said. " 1 suppose we both thought we might find something, a letter, perhaps, whloh would explain why Mr. Parrlan did' this dreadful thing, something to relieve the' awfu) uncertainty about . . . about bis mo- ' five. Well, I've searched the desk a . and there's nothlngl Nothing but Just these prospectuses and receipts whloh were In the letter tray here. They must have come by tha post yesterday morning. And there's nothing of any Importance la the drawers t . only household receipts and the wages . book "and a tew odd things Tike that. Tou . an see tor yourself . . " v The lower part of the desk consisted of three drawers flanked on either side by cup boards. Mary Trevert pulled out the drawers " smd opened the cupboards. Two of the draw- ' era were entirely empty and one of the cub ' boards contained nothing but a stack of cigar ' boxes. One drawer held various papers ap pertaining to the house. There was no sign of any letter written on the slatey-blue paper. The boy looked very hard at Mary. " Tou say there waa nothing in the letter -tray but these papers here?" he asked. " Nothing but these." replied the girL "You didn't notice any offloial looking let tar oh blueiah paper?" be ventured to ask. "No," answered the girL "I found nothing but these." The boy thought for a moment ' "Do you know." he asked, "whether the police or anybody have been through, the desk?" "I don't know at all," said Mary, smooth- Ing back a lock of hair from her temple. " I daresay Mr. Jeekes had a look round, aa he had a meeting with Mr. Parrish's lawyer in town this afternoon! " She had lost all trace of her fright and was now quite calm and collected, "Do you know for certain whether Mr. . Jeekes was In here? " asked Bruce. "O, yes. The first thing he did on arrlw . tag last night was to go to the library." "I suppose Jeekes Is coming back hers tonight?" No, she told him. Mr. Jeekes did not ex pect to return to Har kings until the Inquest oa Tuesday. r Bruce Wright picked up his hat. "I must apologize again. Miss Trevert," he said, " for making such an unconventional entrance and giving you uch a fright. But X felt I could not rest until I bad lnvestl sjated matters for coyseif. I would have pre- Bruf Wright JwM Ma Aewtf in ented myself In the ordinary Way, but as X told you, Bude told me the polloe had locked up the room and taken away the key. ." Mary Trevert smiled forgivingly. . "So they did," she said. "But Jay, Mr. Parrish's man, you know, had another key. He brought It to me.'? . She looked at Bruce with a whimsical little smile. ; " Tou must have been very uncomfortable - behind those curtains," she said. I believe you were just as frightened as I was." She walked around the desk to the window. "It was a good hiding place," she re marked, "but not' much good as an obser vation post. Why! you could see nothing of the room. The curtains are much too thick! " " Not a thing," Bruce agreed rather rue fully. " I thought you were the detective! " He held out bis hand to take his leave with , a smile. He was ft charming looking boy, with a remarkably serene expression, whloh went well with his close cropped golden hair. Mary Trevert did not take his hand for an Instant Looking down at the point of her small black suede shoe she said shyly: " Mr. Wright you are a friend of Mr. Oreve, aren't you? " - . " Bather! " was the enthusiastic answer. "Do you see him often? " The boy's eyes narrowed suddenly. Was this a cross-examination? O, yes," he replied, . every now and -then." ' , i Mary Trevert raised her eyes to his. "Will you do. something for me?" she said. "Tell Mr. Greve not to trust Mander ton. He Will know whom I mean. Tell him to be on his guard against that man. Say ba meant, mischief. Tell him, above ail things, to be careful. Make him go away . . . go abroad until this thing has blown over, . . ." ., She spoke with Intense earnestness, hei dark eyes fixed on Bruce Wright's face. " But promise mo you won't say this comes from mel Do you understand? There are reasons, very strong reasons, for this. Will you promise?" ' "Of course" .,- 4. She took Brace's Outstretched hand. "1 promised," he said. "Tou mustn't go without tea," said the girl " Besides," she glanced at a little plat inum watch on her wrist " there's , not an other train until six- There Is no need -for you to start yet Besides, I don't like being left alone. Mother has one of her headaches and Horace and Dr. Romain have gone to Stevenlsh. Come up to my sitting room! " Bhe led the way out of the library, locking the- door behind them, and together they went up to the Chinese boudoir, where tea was laid en a low table before a bright fire. In the dainty room with Its bright colors they seemed far removed from the tragedy which had darkened Harklngs. They bad finished tea when a tap came at tha door. Buds appeared. He oast a re proachful look at Bruce. " jay would be glad to have a word with you. Miss," he said. The girl excused herself and left the room. -She was absent for about ten minutes. When she returned she had a little furrow of per plexity between her brows. She walked over to the open fireplace and stood silent for an Instant her foot tapping the hearthrug4. "Mr. Wright" she said presently, Tm going to tell you something that Jay has just told me. I want your advice. . . . " - The boy looked at her interrogatively. But he did not speak.- , I think this la rather Important," the jirl went oa, "but X don't quits understand in -what way It is. Jay tells me that Mr. Par- cA ilrttUn of rA soorfyaraf. " f nr or (Ares of f horn now," ho mid. . ' Something1 ; to mind youriolf, if it'i not toolato alroady.". . rlsh had on his pistol a sort of steel fitting at tached to the end . . . you know, the . part you shoot out of. ; Mr. Parrish used to keep his automatto in a drawer In his dress ing room and Jay has often seen it there with this attachment fitted on. Well, when Mr. . Parrish was discovered In, the library yester day this thing was no longer on the pistol. And Jay says it's not to be found! . . ." "That's rather strange!" commented Bruce.' "But what was this steel contrap tion for, do you. know? Was it a patent sight or something? " . "Jay doesn't know," answered the girL "Would you mind if I spoke to Jay my self? " asked the young man. In reply the girl touched the bell beside the fireplace. Bude answered the summons and was dispatched to find Jay. He appeared in du course, a toll, dark, sleek young man wearing a swallow-tail coat and striped trou sers. -:- i . "How are you, Jay?" said Bruoe affably. "Very well, thank you, sir," replied the valet. , . ' - .v "Miss Trevert was telling me about this appliance which yoji say Mr. Parrish had on his automatic - Cbuld you describe it to mer- - well, air," answa swot-ed the man rather halt lngly, "it was a lifis Ot of eup made of steel or gun-metal Wttlr closely over the Barrel. , , "And you don't kiow what it was for?" V No, sir!" i "Waa it a sight, dd lyou think?" "I can't say, I'm e , sir!" - - " Tou know what i .pose. Was there a, like that?" right looks like, X rap- on, it or anything -. "I can't say I'm sd re, sir. I never gave It I used to see the ; any particular heed td automatic lying In drawer of the ward- . robe In Mr. Parrish's i om in a wash-leather case. I noticed, this j leel appliance, sir, be- cause the case would s't shut over the pistol with it on, and the btj ! used to stick out" "When did you automatic?" notice Mr. Parrish's "It would be Thur ay or Friday, sir. I went to that drawer 1 old stock to go.rtdid lo get Mr, Parrish an fgr, as some new ones hs had bought wars : iiff and hurt him," And this steal then? " "O, yes, sh-l" bp Was on the pistol ' "And you say itiwas not on the ntstol when Mr. Parrish's body was found?" "No, sir!". ... "Are you sura offthi?" - "Tea, sir. I was one of the first in the room and I saw trje pistol la Mr. Parrish's . hand and theretwaSjno sign of the cup, sir. So I've had n good rrk among his things and X can't find it anywhere!" Bruoe Wr.ght pogVJered a minute. "Try and think. Jay," he said, "If you can't remember anything more about this steel cup, as you cfll it Where did Mr. Par rish buy it?" . i "Can't Say, I'm J sure, air. He had it bo fore ever I took service with him!" Jay put his hand to his forehead for an instant . , "Now I come to think of It" he said, "there was the name of the shop or the maker on It, stamped on the steel. ' Maxim . that was the name, now I put my mind back, with a number. ..." "Maxim?" echoed Bruce Wright "Did you say Maxim?" "Tes, sir! That was the name!" replied the valet impassively. "By Jove!" said the boy half to himself. Then he said aloud to Jay: " Did you toll tha police about this? " Jay looked somewhat uncomfortable. "No, sir!" - - ,J- " Why not? " r Jay looked at Mary Trevert ' "Well, sir, I thought perhaps Td better tell Miss Trevert first Bude thought so, too. That there Manderton has made so much unpleasantness in the house with his prying: -ways that I said to myself, sir. . . ." Bruce Wright looked at Mary. "Would you mind If I asked Jay not to say anything about this to anybody just for the present? " he asked. . " " Tou hear what Mr. Wrlht says, Jay," said Mary. -1 don't want you to say any thing about this matter just yet. Do you understand?" Tes, M!s.l Witt that be all, Miss?", " Tes, thank you, Jay." "Thanks very much, Jay," said tha boy. " This may be important Mum's the word, ' though!" "I quite understand, sir, answered the ; valet and left the room. Hardly had the door closed on him than the girl turned eagerly to Bruce. "It Is important?" she asked. , - "It may be," was the guarded reply. "Don't leave me in the dark like this," the girl pleaded. " This horrible affair goes on growing and growing and at every step it seems more bewildering . . . more ghastly. , Tell me where It Is leading, Mr. Wright! X can't stand the suspense much more! " V He voice broke and she turned her face -w.v. - ' . .. "Tou must be brave, Miss, Trevert," said the boy, putting hit hand on her shoulder. ' "Don't ask me to tell you more now. Tour friends are working to get at the truth. . . ." "The truth! " cried the girL " God knows where the truth will lead us! " T Bruce Wright hesitatsd a moment. I don't think you have any need to fear the truth!" he said presently. C The girl took her handkerchief from her face and looked at him with brimming eyes. "Tou know more than you let me think you did,"' she said brokenly. "But you are a friend of mine, aren't you? " , "Tes, said Bruce, and added boldly: "And of this, too!" She did not speak again, but gave him her , hand. He clasped it and went out hurriedly to catch his train back to London. That faithful servitor of Fleet Street, the Law Courts clock, had just finished striking seven. It boomed out the hour, stroke by , stroke, solemnly, inexorably, like a grim old judge summing up and driving home, point by point ah Irrefutable charge. The heavy strokes broke in upon the fitful doze Into . which Robin Greve, stretched out in an arm chair In his living; room, had dropped. ' He roused up with a start There waa the click of a key In the lock of his front door. Bruce Wright burst into the room. The boy shut the door quickly and locked it. He was rather pale and seemed per turbed. On seeing Robin he Jerked his head in the direction of the courtyard. "I suppose you know they're still out aide?" be said. Robin nodded nonchalantly. "There are three of them now," the boy went on. "Robin, I don't like it Some thing's going to happen. Tou'U want to mind yourself ... If it's not too late already!" He stepped across to the window and, bend ing down, peered cautiously round the cur tain. Robin Greve laughed. . " Bahl" he said. "They cant touch me!" "Tou're wrong," Bruce retorted without changing his position. "They can s.n-1 fhey will. Don't think Manderton is a fool, Robin. Hs means mischief. j ' Robin raised his eyebrows. ' ' v 1 going to happin. You'll wont . " Does he? " he said. " Now I wonder who told you that ..." v v " Friends of yours at Harklngs asked me to warn you ..." began Bruoe awk wardly. . .. " My friends are scarcely in the majority there," retorted Robin. " Whom do you mean .exactly?" But the boy ignored the question. "Three men watching the housel" he ex claimed. "Don't you think this looks as though Manderton meant business?" He returned to his post of observation at the curtain. Robin laughed cynically, , "Manderton doesn't worry me any," be said cheerfully. "The man's the vlotim of an idle fixe. He believes Parrish killed him self just as firmly as he believes that 1 frightened or bullied Parrish .Into doing it . . ." " Don't be too sure about that, Robin," said the boy, dropping the curtain and coming back to Robin's chair. He may want you to think that. But how can we tell how much he knows? " ' Robin flicked the ash oft his cigarette fils dainfully. " These ' promoted policemen make me tired," he said. Bruce Wright shook his head quickly with a little gesture of exasperation. " Tou don't understand," he said. "There's fresh evidence. . . ' ." ' i Robin Greve looked up with real interest In his eyes. His bantering manner had van ished. ' " Tou've got that letter?" he asked eagerly. Bruce shook his head. ? "No, not that," he said. Then, leaning ( forward, he added In a low voice: , ' "Have you ever heard of the Maxim si lencer?" "I believe I have, vaguely," replied Robin. " Isn't it something to do with a motor en gine?" " No," said Bruce. " It's an extraordinary Invention which absolutely suppresses the noise of the discharge of a gun." ' Robin shot a quick glance at the speaker. "Go on," he said. " It's a marvelous thing, really," the boy continued, warming to his theme. "A man at Havre had one when I was at the bass there, during the war. It's a little cup-ehaped steel fitting that goes over the barrel. Tou can fire a rifle fitted with one of these si lencers In- a small room and it makes no more noise than a fairly loud sneeze. ..." "Ah!" Robin was listening Intently now. "Parrish had a Maxim silencer," Bruce went on, impressively. 'PatrUh had?" " It was fitted on his automatic pistol, the one he bad in his hand when they found him. . ." "There was no attachment of any kind on the gun Parrish was holding when he was discovered yesterday afternoon," declared Robin, positively. " I can vouch for that I waa there almost immediately after they found him. And if there had been anything of the kind Horace Trevert would certainly have mentioned it. . . ." "I know. Jay, who came in soon after you, was surprised to see that the silencer was not on the pistol. ,And he made A point of looking for It . .' ." " But how do you know that Parrish had It on the pistol?" "Well, we don't know for certain. But we do know that It was permanently fitted to his automatic. Jay has often seen it And it Parrish did remove it he didn't leave 'it lying about anywhere. Jay has looked all through his things without finding it . , . "Whan did Jay see It last? On Thursday!" " Out are you sura that this Is the same pistol as the one which Jay has been In tho habit of sating?" "Jay Is absoluloly sure. He says that rar rlsh only bad the ono automaUo, whlct ho always ktpt in Ihe same drawer in his dress. Ing room. ..." Kobln was silent for a moment Very dillberately he filled his pipe, lit it, and drew until it burned comfortably. Then be said slowly: "This means thst Hartley rarrish waa murdered, Bruce, old man. All through I'vo been pusillng my mind to reconcile Ihe un questionable circumstance that two bullet were fired I told you of the bullet mark I found on the upright In the rosary with the undoubted fuel that only one report was beard. We can therefore presume either that Hartley Parrish first fired one shot from his pistol with the silencer fitted and then re moved the silencer and fired another shot without it thereby killing himself, or that the second shot was fired by the person whose Interest it was to get rid of tho silenoer. There is no possible or plausible reason why Iarr!sh should have fired first ons shot with the silencer and then one with out Therefore, X find myself Irresistibly compelled to IBs conclusion that the shot heard by Mary Trevert was fired by the per son who killed Parrish. Do I make myself clear? " " Perfectly," answered! Bruce. "Now, then," tho barrister proceeded, thoughtfully puffing at his pipe, "one weak point about my deductions Is that they all liang on the question as to whother, at the time of the tragedy, Parrish actually had tho silencer on his pistol or not That Is really the add test of Manderton's suicide theory. Tou said, I think, that a rifle fired with tho silencer attachments makes no more noise than the sound or a loud sneese." "That's right" agreed Bruce, "a sort ot harsh, spluttering noire. Not so loud, either, Kobln. Ph t-t-t! Like thatl" " Loud enough to be heard through a door, would you say? " "O, I think so" Robin thought intently for a moment " Then Mary is the only one who can put us right on that point Assuming that two shots wore fired and that bullet mark in the rosary is, I think, conclusive on that head and' knowing that she heard the loud report of the one, presumably, if Parrish had the silencer on his automaUo Mary must have heard the muffled report ot the other. What It comes to Is this, Mary heard tho shot fired that killed Parrish. Did she hear the shot he fired at bis murderer? " "By Gad!" exclaimed Bruce Wright im pressively, "X believe you've got it, Robin! Parrish fired at somebody at the widow s silent shot and the other follow fired back the shot that Mary Trevert heard, the shot that killed Parrish, Isn't that the way you figure it out? " "Not so fast young man," remarked Robin. " Let's first find out whether Mary actually heard the muffled shot and. If so, when . , . before or after the loud re port" He glanced across at the window and then at Bruce. " I suppose this discovery about tho silencer is responsible for the deputation waiting in the courtyard,'! he said, drily. " The police don't know about it yet" re plied Bruce. "At least, they didn't when I loft" , ' Robin shook his head dubiously. " If the servants know it Manderton will ; worm It out of them. Hasn't he cross-examined Jay?" " Tes," said Bruce. " But he got nothing out of him about this. Manderton seems to have put everybody's back up. He gets nothing out of the servants. ..." " If Parrish had had this silencer for soma time, you may be euro that other people know about It. These silencers must b pretty rare in England. Tou see, an average ' person like myself didn't know what it was. By the way, another point which we haven't yet cleared up is this. Supposing we aro . right In believing Parrish to have been mur dered, how do you explain the fact that tho bullet removed from his body fitted bis pistol?"' ... " That's a pussier, I must say! " said Bruce. There's only one possible explanation, X think." Robin went on, " and that Is that , Parrish was shot by a pistol of exactly tba same caliber as his own. For the murderer to have killed Parrish with his own weapon would have been difficult without a struggle. But Miss Trevert heard no struggle. For murderer and his victim to have pistols of - the same caliber argues a rather remarkable coincidence, I grant you. But then life la full of coincidences! We meet them every day In the law. Though, I admit this is a coincidence which requires some explain ing. . . " He fell Into a brown study which Brace in terrupted by suddenly remembering that ho had had no lunch. , For answer Robin pointed at tho side board. "There's a cloth In there," be said, "also the whisky, If my laundress has left any, and a siphon, and there should be soma claret Mrs. Bragg doesn't care about red wine. Set the table and I'll take a root round In the kitchen and dig up some tinned stuff." They supped oft a tinned tongue and soma pat6 de foie gras. Over their meal Bruoe told Robin of his adventure In the library at Harkirtgs. "Jeekes must have collected that letter," Bruce said. " Before I came to you I went to Lincoln's Inn Fields to ses If he was still at Bardy's Parrish's solicitor, you know. But the office was closed and the place in dark ness. I went on to the Junior Pantheon that's Jeekes' club but he wasn't In. Ho hadn't been there all day. the porter told ma So I left a note asking him to ring you up here. ..." " The case reeks of blackmail," said Robin thoughtfully, "but I am wondering how much we shall glean from this precious let ter when we do see It I am glad you asked Jeekes to ring me up, though. He should be able to tell us something about these mys terious letters on the blue paper that used - to put Parrish in such a stew. ... Hullo, who can that be? " . An electric bell thrilled through the flat. It rang once ... twice . . . and then third time, a long. Insistent peal "See who's there, will you, Bruce?" said Robin. "Suppose It's the police .?" began the boy. Robin shrugged his shoulders. " Tou can say I'm at home and ask then) in," he saldC He heard the heavy oaken door swing open, a murmur of voices in the halL The next moment Detective Inspector Manderton en tered the sitting room. (Continual N.it Sunday.) (Copyritht. by Arthur Somen Rocha) V1 in ; i .- ' :, ' 'i I 1