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rainy foods.
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halting.
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wand.
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SERIAL. STORY
MURDER INCOGNITO
BY NORMAN KAHL
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CHAPTER V
TTAZCL LEIGHTON looked In-
-1 L credulously, first at Sergeant
Carroll and then at Lieutenant
0 Leary. "But that's impossible,"
she ."aid. "How could anyone in
this house have committed the
murdei? We were all in the
drawing room. No one left until
1 got up and found the body."
O'Leary sighed the deep sigh
cf a police otticer who has a job
on his hands. "Sure, it's impos-
sible. All clever murders are im-
possible. That's what the inur-
ti, wants us to >hink. That's
why they're clever—until they're
esught."
Hazel glared at the lieutenant
ta. iainiuily. And then suddenly
tier eyes grew larger ^nd her
eyebrows arched ominously. "Do
yeu mean that we're—that I'm a
suspect?"
' Everyone's a suspect until we
find the right party," said
O'-Leary.
'•That's ridiculous," Hazel
mapped. She got to her feet. "All
of us had plenty of reason to
want to see Martin out of the
way, and some of us would prob-
ably have murdered him if it had
occurred to us or if we had been
given the chance. But we
weren't." Site said haughtily, "I'll
leave you bloodhounds until
you've figured out the answer on
your little ouija board."
The two oBicers watched her
os she walked out of the study.
Then Carroll shook his head sadly
and sauntered over to the desk
arid dropped heavily into the chair
Huzel had just left. "You'd think
she done it," he said.
O'l.cary smiled weakly. "Maybe
she did. She's been Sayler's girl
friend and he wanted to call it
quits—wanted to buy her off. She
was insulted—so she says.'
Carroll scratched his head and
squinted. "Yeah, but Chief, she
couldn't have done it. She didn't
have time. She left the other
roo'i and a couple of seconds
later they heard her scream. She
didn't have any gun. And the
angle of the bullet is all wrong
. . . comes from over here some-
where and not from that door.'
"That's the trouble with this
rn.-e. Sergeant — nobody could
h;:ve done it . . . only someone
did. Have you checked the serv-
at.tO"
"Yeah. They were all In the
kitcheo—«ll except the chauffeur.
He was out In the room above
the garage. He's the only one who
was loose long enough to have
taken a pot shot at Sayler."
O'Leary looked up quickly.
"Where is he now?"
"Still In his root.;. A couple of
boys have their eyes on the ga-
rage. I thought you might want
to see him."
"Okay, bring him in, Sergeant.
We'll have a little talk with him."
* * *
TT took Carroll live minutes to
return with a medium-sized
man, with swarthy skin and dark,
wiry hair. There was a thin scar
that ran along his neck and his
eyes were deep and hollow.
O'Leary had been staring va-
cantly into the blackness through
the French windows r.ear the
desk. He turned and took in the
man with a swift glance. "Are
you Mr. Sayler's chauffeur'.'"
The man clenched his fist.
"Yes, sir."
"Did you know Mr. Sayler is
dead?"
"Yes, sir. The cops—the officers
told me."
"What's your name?"
"Riggs."
"Is that your real name?"
The man hesitated a moment
"No, sir. That's what Mr. Sayler
called me. My name's Carlos
Gomez."
"Riggs will do . . . we'll call
you that."
Carroll made a quick entry on
a loose envelope in his pocket.
OXeary walked along the south
edge of the room and perched
finally on the arm of a broad sofa
that stood before the fireplace.
Riggs looked about him, and for
a moment his eyes remained
pinned to the large blotch in the
sand-colored rug.
"Where were you tonight,
Riggs?" OXeary asked.
"Right here on the grounds . . .
in my room-"
"And you stayed there?"
"Yes, sir. I did."
"Did you hear anything—any
noises at all . . . like someone
prowling around?"
"No, sir."
"What were you doing in your
room?"
"Reading a magazine."
Carroll kept his gaze steadily
on the chauffeur, who stood rigid-
ly at attention. O'Leary shifted
his cigar from his hand to a cor-
ner of his mouth.
"How long have you worked
here, Riggs?" he asked.
The man calculated for a mo-
ment and then said, "Six years
... a little more."
"Did you drive Mr. Sayler
everywhere he went?"
"Almost .everywhere. Be
couldn't drive a car himself, bat
he sometimes took a taxi."
"Tell me, *<*.r 1 ,-s
have many '.a «• «-?*
Riggs glared a'. t floor. "I
suppose so . . . every«w« has."
"I mean more than usual."
"I don't know, sir." The chauf-
feur avoided the lieutenant's eyes.
"That wwi't my business."
Sergeant Carroll blurted, "Li--
ten, buddy, oil hackmen kn>-v
about their bosses' affairs. V>u
better . . ."
O'Leary got up. "All right,
Riggs. That's enough. Go back
to the garage. You'd better not
leave the grounds, though. We
may not be finished with you."
"Yes, sir." Riggs looked quickly
at O'Leary and Carroll and then
turned and walked hurriedly from
the room into the library.
* « *
/~V\RROLL watched him until he
was out of the room. Then
he wheeled swiftly on OXeary.
"That's our man, Ci'ief," he said.
"What makes you think so?"
"Who else could it be? He was
the only one who wa i loose long
enough. Nobody vas with him
from 8:15 until we came. Any-
way, he looks like the kind of guy
who might pull a job like this."
O'Leary shook his head. "May-
be. Maybe you're right. Only I'd
hate to try to get a conviction on
the evidence we've got now. Re-
member, the shot was fired from
this window . . . only the window
was never opened. Not from the
outside, at least."
OXeary sauntered over near
the door. In the drawing room
aero s the hallway he could see
Mardell gesturing to Hazel Leigh-
ton. Rhoda Waters was sitting
nearby. Dale Appleby and George
Barbour were probably there, too.
The lieutenant walked briskly
back to the window and motioned
Carroll to come over. For a few
minutes, the two men spoke softly.
When O'Leary entered the
drawing room, the conversation
stopped abruptly. The officer
stood poised in the doorway a
moment. His trained eyes swept
the five persons in the room. "One
of these people," he thought, "may
be a murderer."
"I'm going t^ ask some ques-
tions," the officer said. "Some of
them may seem kind of personal,
but that can't be helped. Thav
are a lot of things we've got V
know about if we're going to ^0
to the bottom of this
Frankly, we don't know mm
much yet, but—"
O'Leary didn't finish,
somewhere in the den. a
out that made the whole
quiver.
(To Be Continued)
• SERIAL STORY
MURDER INCOGNITO
nuiday, Augus; 18, 194tk
BY NORMAN KAHL
COPYKIOHT. IMO.
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CHAPTER VI
TT seemed hours after the shot
before anyone moved. Dale
Appleby, his face pallid, was the
first to leap to his feet.
"My God—! Another one," he
said in a hoarse whisper. He
started toward the study, and
Mardell and Barbour rose to fol-
low him. O'Leary barred the way.
"Never mind, gentlemen," he
said. "It's all right."
Barbour, the red tint missing
from his fleshy cheeks, seemed
genuinely frightened. "But that
shot—"
"I ordered that shot fired,"
OXeary said calmlS'. "It was fired
from the den out of the window
and into the air—harmlessly. No
one was hurt this time."
"But why?" Dale demanded.
"Just to satisfy my curiosity,"
said the lieutenant. "Sayler was
shot to death. We know that.
But no one heard the shot. Yet
everyone heard this one. So Say-
ler couldn't have been shot with
an ordinary gun. Whoever did the
job used a silencer. With a si-
lencer, a gun could be shot off
in the den and you wouldn't be
able to hear anything. It's too
far away from this room, and
Sayler had the door closed."
Slowly tho men ambled back
to their chairs. They were still
a little angry.
OXeary turned to Mardell.
"May I see you in the study for
a few minutes?"
a •
rrHE lieutenant motioned Mar-
dell to a chair. "What were
you doing here tonight, Mardell?"
he asked bluntly.
Suave and self-composed, Wins-
low Mardell leaned back in his
chair and propped his head grace-
fully against the cushioned sup-
port. "Just a social visit. Lieu-"
| tenant. Sayler asked me for din-
ner along with the others."
From his pocktt, OXeary ex-
tracted a sheaf of papers, clipped
together. "You wouldn't know
anything about these?"
Mardell tilted his head slightly
and glanced at the papers. Then
he smiled. "So you found them."
O'Leary went on. "A lot of
dough is represented here—S35,-
000. Not exactly chicken feed.
These I. O. U.'s are yours, aren't
they? You signed them."
Mardell looked bored. "Sure
they're mine. So what?"
"How come?"
"A little business—between
Sayler and me."
"Gambling debts, aren't they?"
Mardell said evenly, "Mavbe."
"Were you going to pay them?"
The man's eyes flashed. "Cer-
tainly. Do you think—?"
'Tonight?"
For the first time, Mardell
seemed ill at case. "Well, no. I
didn't have that much cash on
me." He leaned forward ahgrily.
"But Sayler knew that, lie knew
I was going to settle up. He didn't
need the money right away."
O'Leary folded his arms and
breathed deeply. "All right, Mar-
dell. That's all for the time being.
Tell Miss Waters and Mr. Apple-
by I want to see them."
• * *
ttrpiIERE'S something about that
mug I don't like," Sergeant
Carroll commented after Mardell
had gone.
OXeary nodded. "He'll bear a
little checking."
Carroll had slouched back in
a chair along the inr.er wall, iie
didn't bother to get up when Dale
and Rhoda entered the room.
"Sit down," OXeary invited.
"Mr. Appleby, I want to know
where your stepfather's will might
be found."
"I don't know," Dale replied.
"He never confided in me."
"You don't know who'll get his
monev? There must be quite a
lot of it."
"No, I can't say."
"Do you expect any?"
Dale exchanged a swift glance
with Rhoda. "I'll get my mother's
money. That's written into her
will. He couldn't have changed
that."
"Will that be very much?"
"Yes."
"When your mother died, she
left all her money to Sayler'.'"
Dale looked at the girl. "Tell
him, Dale," she urged.
"I may as well," the young man
decided. "Most of my mother's
money was left to me, you see—
but in a trust fund over which
Sayler had almost unlimited
power. He didn't need to give the
money to me, even when I reached
21, if he didn't feel like it—and
he didn't feel like It."
"Did you ever ask your step-
father for the money, Mr. Apple-
by?"
"Yes—but he refused."
"Why?"
Dale flushed. "I don't think
that—"
"I'll tell you why." Rhoda ex-
ploded. Her delicate features were
tense. Her pretty fists were tightly
clenched. "Martin Sayler hated
me. He told Daie he wouldn't re-
lease the money until I was out
of *he picture."
Sergeant Carroll leaned for*
ward. "You didn't like him very
well?"
Dale answered for her, "Frank-
ly, we didn't."
O'Leary glanced at his wrist
watch. "Twelve-thirty. It's too
lute to do very much more to-
night. Mr. Appleby, I'm going to
ask a favor of you. I'd like every-
one to stay here tonight. Can you
arrange iW"
Dale looked startled. "Of course,
but—"
"Thank you," said OXeary.
• * *
ITORTY-FIVE minutes later, the
two officers were still sitting
in the study. All the lights had
been turned out.
"Chief, this case has •
stumped," said Carroll.
"Yeah," OXeary responded,
noncommittally.
"I don't get it at all. A murder
couldn't have been committed—
and yet it was. All the suspects
were In the other r~'m, and the
window wasn't opened, and—"
He stopped suddenly. From
somewhere just outside the door
that led into the library, they
heard the sounds of shuffling feet.
OXeary stole quietly behind- the
divan in which the two men had
been sitting and whispered curt
orders for the sergeant to stand
in the recess next to the fireplace.
The door opened, and a sharp
beam of light from an electric
torch cut across the room. OXeary
held his breath as the beam passed
the sofa behind which he was
huddled.
It was impossible, in the dark-
ness, to tell who the man was.
His light was turned toward the
books in the built-in cases on the
east wall, and he seemed to be
studying the titles. Finally, he se-^
lectcd two large books and pulled
them out of place. He reached ,
his hand in the space where the
books had been.
Suddenly OXeary realized what
the man was doing. Behind those
books, secreted by a panel, was
Sayler's safe. In* a few minute^j
the man pulled aside a small, steel
door and reached his hand ii.to
the chamber.
O'Leary lifted himself to his
feet. "All right, buddy," he said.
"Drop it." He spoke quietly, but
in the stillness of the n!j ht his
voice boomed across the room.
The figure at the oookcase
wheeled around. He swung his
beam swiftly over the room and
caught OXeary square in the face.
In the next instant, there was
darkness as the torch was switched
off, and then ... a flash of flame
and a crashing sound as he fired
a shot at the detective's head.
(.Cc- C; Continued)
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