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CHAPTER VIII—Continued
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“Gosh, she's trying to help me
with rut," Harry thought
The upshot was that Pat took
Peg and the youngster to Southamp-
ton the next morning. "Peter sug-
gested It,” she told Harry. “And, of
course, you're right—1 do mvo them
something.”
It wasn't the debt thnt did It,
Barry realised. It wns Jacky. Peg
wanted Patricia to see him, and the
houso wns so near. There really
wasn't any good excuse for not go-
ing So, for the first time In her
Ilfs, Pat sniffed fried llslt In an en-
trance hall, and tripped on worn
stnlr carpets, and found herself
stilling In a buck room without nlr
or sunshine. She'd known people
lived like that, of course, but, some-
how, she'd never thought much
about It, She found herself think-
ing now. "If I had to spend one
night In this place— That's what's
the mntter with the hoy.”
It wns arranged that Kvnns was
to drive them out, and cornu buck
for Harry on Thursday.
When Barry left Pat nt her hotel,
•he said, "You seem to be every-
body's friend, Mr. Gilbert. It's n
little hard to understand, consider-
ing—”
“Considering thnt I'm an adven-
turer and an Imposter?”
“Y’es.”
“Ye»,” Harry repented, "but that's
how you learn what friendship
means.”
That night, Barry went to the Co
coanut Bar.
“I mustn’t overlook anything.”
he reflected.
There wasn't much to overlook
In the Coeoanut Bar. Not In the
way of clothing, nt all events. The
lobby wns full of men, more or less
surreptitiously glancing at framed
photographs of girls whose cos
tumes might almost have been
packed In a vanity case. Inside
wns a square dancing floor with
tables about It, like the seats about
a prize ring. Above, there was a
balcony with hiore tables, except
at one spot, occupied by offices.
There were three shows a night,
the amateur llnwkshnw discovered
from his menu—at seven, eleven,
and one.
It wasn't hard to get acquainted
with any of the girls. One had only
to look prosperous, and Incline his
head an inch or two In the direc-
tion of a vacant chair. "We’re not
supposed to do this,” Violet I-’ane In-
formed Barry, “but Luis’s got a
swell stand-in.”
Barry had Ills expense account
and Ills ingratiating grin, and used
both to the limit. It wasn't long
before the blonde was telling the
story of her life. "I bln with I.uls
ever since I was a kid," she
bragged. "He's a swell guy. You
oughta know him. I'll give you a
tumble after the next show.”
Luis was most affable. A sen-
timentalist, but a business innn,
with a keen eye to spenders, and
a withering contempt for tight-
wads.
A flashy young fellow, Mornno
was, who wore sporty clothes, and
much jewelry. Slim and dapper,
Ills shining ebon halrwas slicked buck
from his forehead. He had a long,
thin nose, and straight, thin lips,
and a slight but rather curious Im-
pediment In his speech. His voice
coufta be very soft at times.
"Tender hearted, Luis Is,” Miss
Fane declared later. “I’ve seen him
cry when somebody sang about
mother or the kid or sumpln’. That
loved - her - and - lost - her stuff, spe-
cially. He was married onet."
"Didn't It take?"
"Sure, It took. That's why he
cries. The Jane died, or sumpln’.
Know what Luis did—when he got
the coin, I mean? Bought the house
they used to live In, and went on
livin’ there—alone, with a couple of
•ervants.”
"Gee I”
"Ain’t that romantic? I’ll say
■ol He's still got the servants,
too. They all moved to a farm,
somewhere In Jersey, a couple'a
years ago. Would you believe It—
he drives out every morning, after
the last show. Nuts about horses.
Luis Is. Not to bet on. Just likes
’em.”
"Learned about horses In Fau-
quier county,” Luis said, returning
at that Instant. "I lived there ’til I
wns nineteen, and that’s all they
know. Go on, VI; you'll be late."
"I never was late for a show
yet,” she retorted. "Nor out of
one. Not In all the years I’ve
worked for you."
“That’s straight,” Mornno admit-
ted, ns she was leaving. “Never
bin out of a show In her life. She’s
a swell girl, VI.”
There wasn't much to be got nt
the Coeoanut Bar; not that Violet
and Mornno weren't willing to talk.
Mornno's romance had left him a
gentle melancholy—or, perhnps, he
wus only worried about business.
Hut, If he had anything to con-
ceal, It certainly seemed to have
no relation to Kelly. On thnt sub-
ject everything was open and
above hoard,
“Just a gorilla," Morano Raid of
the Big Bom, the next night, when
Hurry returned to the Coeoanut
Uur.
"Oh, Mike was a’ right,” Miss
Fane protested.
"Sure!” her employer agreed,
“lie wouldn't do nothing worse
than steal pennies from a dead
baby. I’ul of Vi's though," Luis
added, winking ut Barry.
“Yeh," Violet declared, dryly;
“until that Barclay dame came
along,”
“lie wns In here that evening,
wasn't he?" Harry asked.
"Yell. Just a few hours before
they croaked him."
“He Imd a girl pinched, or some-
thing?”
"Yeh," Mornno repented. "Nice
kid, too. Took her around to the
station In them things.”
"I don’t blame the .lane's husband
for getting sore," Morano contin-
ued, "though bumping a guy off for
Hint's going a little loo far."
"Kelly was soused,” Miss Fane
said.
"Yeh. Plenty. And he thought
the kid was pickin' his pocket.
Nothin’ to it.”
"Wasting my time," Harry told
Harwood, the next morning. In the
city editor’s busy office nt The
Globe. “My time, and nearly a
hundred dollars of the paper's
money. Winslow had It straight.
The Fane girl was strutting her stuff
from one o'clock until long after
the murder.”
"Well, It's good to be sure.”
“Yes, and I'm mlgluy sure now.
Every step I've taken since our
last meeting leads right up to Mrs.
Kelly.”
Harwood looked nt him quizzi-
cally.
“Step No. 1?" he nsked.
"My advertisement offering a re-
ward for the number of tlie cab
that killed thnt artist's wife.”
"You don't mean that you got It?"
Triumphantly, Hurry opened Ills
note book.
"There It Is," he said. “02(1017.
The figures under It are the num-
ber of the driver who gave me the
information."
Ernie copied both numbers.
“Swell work," he commented.
"Anything else?”
"Lots. This fellow had a passen-
ger who got out nt Twenty-third
street around midnight. When the
woman wns killed—two hours later
—the driver bumped Into him again
In Sixteenth street, very much
rattled, and looking ns though he'd
committed a murder."
"Any description?”
"Bather a vague one. That
doesn't matter. I’m sure. In mj
own mind, that this passenger was
the caller Kelly expected, and thnt
he wasn’t the murderer. I’m equal-
ly sure that he knew murder had
been committed.”
"Lets call It a mere supposition.
In thnt case, Kelly was kill* J
around two o’clock. At two o'clock,
Mrs. Kelly wasn't In Harlem.”
“How do you know that?”
Burry's answer wus a full report
of Ills adventures of Saturday.
"Without Step No. 1, Step No. 2
means nothing. In other words, If
Kelly’d been killed nt midnight—
which Is the theory every one’s
worked on—Mrs. Kelly's alibi would
have been holeproof."
Hnrwood Joined his finger-tips In
an almost prayerful gesture. “I wish
we could find the guy who looked ‘as
though he’d committed a murder.’"
Barry made no reply.
"That’s always the trouble," the
city editor went on. "What kind of
a skate Is this Luis Moruno?
Tough?”
"On the contrary. Cries over a
mammy song."
"There’s a heap of 'em do," Hnr-
wood philosophized.
■ “He’s a Southerner, with a soft
voice, and s funny Impediment In
his speech?"
“Thnt so?” Hnrwood inquired.
“Where Is this Coeoanut Bar?"
Barry told him, and promptly re-
turned to Mrs. Kelly. "How the
deuce are we going to prove what
she did after she got home?”
"That's up to you," Ernie said.
“I’m off on n new tack now.” His
eyes twinkled. "One thnt would go
a long way toward establishing
your theory of coincidence. Gosh,
I’d give my new uppers to break
this story within the next week or
two."
Thursday evening, Barry spent in
his room, mostly thinking. He had
telephoned Hat twice since their
luncheon together, and found her
enthusiastic over her guests.
"There's nothing wrong with the
hoy," she declared; "nothing thnt
a few weeks out here won't cure,
lie's on the beach now, with his
mother."
Judge Mamhldgo hnd taken to the
little fellow at once. Almost like
having a grandchild. It kept his
mind off Ills worries. And no one
could see I’eggy, being brave, hut
always storing at nothing, always
thinking of whnt might happen,
without pity that warmed Into af-
fection. "She's really an awfully
good sort," Hat said, from South-
ampton. "I like her a lot. When
are you coming out?"
“Tomorrow, I hope."
"Well, we'll expect you for din-
ner."
Thnt breach wns henlcd, all right.
Hat had called him "the scum of the
earth." In the same hour, he re-
membered again, he hnd told her
he loved her. As to that, she still
maintained silence. “That's the
kindest thing she could do,” Barry
thought. “A Judge’s daughter, and
I—’’
Barry hnd lenrned not to think of
the future. "Nor hoed the rumble
of a distant drum," as Ills own fa-
ther had put It. Just for now, it
wns pleasant to he somebody who
knew I’at—and he wanted to tnke
that awful look out of the other
girl's eyes. “Thnt oughtn't to be
hard now." Barry thought. "If I
could get that Filipino to talk. He
knows when Mrs. Kelly came home,
nnd lie's probably got a dnrnod good
idea what she did nfterward. If we
could get to thnt Oriental—"
At which point, Evans came, nnd
he had boon drinking.
"Sorry, sir," he apologized, tak-
ing the nearest chair. Evans had
none of Willetts' compunctions.
“Sorry, sir, lint I've been having
dinner with Kelly's chauffeur."
"Liquid nourishment?"
“Yes, sir,” Evans admitted, sheep-
ishly. "But that wns the only
chance I hud with that Irishman."
“Well?"
“Well. I drove Miss Hnmhldge,
and Mrs. Rogers, nnd the boy to
Southampton, like you said. And I
started back today. It wns nearly
eight when I made the garage, and
I was good and hungry.
“There's a decent cafe a few
yards away. Nolan—that's Kelly’s
chauffeur—was silling at a table,
with a load he ought to've gone
twice for."
Kvnns smiled.
“Ed lmd a grouch on women In
general. And he was chowed plen-
Ernie Copied 8oth Numbers.
ty. I hadn’t been with him long
when he opened up on Mrs. Kelly.
There’s something queer between
her and this Filipino, he says.”
“Charlie?"
“That Isn’t his name, but let It
go nt that. And, when Ed said
‘queer,’ he didn’t mean anything
wrong. Just some kind of nn under-
standing. Mrs. Kelly’s been giving
the Chink coin and Jewelry, regular.
Charlie showed him some of It, Ed
says.
“Well, the night of the murder
Noland drives Kelly to the Cocoa-
nut Bar. And home—nt nine o'clock.
When he gets out at bis house,
Kelly says, Tut the car In the
garage. Mrs. Kelly's gone up to
Harlem, and I won't need you 'til
tomorrow morning."
“lid obeys orders. He goes back
to Kelly's, and sits In the kitchen.
This Chink Is In the butler’s pan-
try getting a tray ready. And,
while the two of 'em are down
there, the damnedest row starts up-
stnlrs—’’
"Roger? and Kelly."
"No This was around nine
o’clock. Mrs. Kelly. She wns laying
Mike out so you could have heard
It a block. Well, this goes on for
ten or fifteen minutes, nnd then
the bell from the parlor rings.
Charlie starts upstnlrs with the
tray. He gets up two steps, when
Kelly appears at the head of the
flight. "Come up here, you lousy
spy. Come up here while I tell you
where you get off!’
“Charley sets down the tray, nnd
goes. Nolan follows Into the pan-
try, nnd has a stiff drink. Then he
sits down again, nnd listens to
Kelly laying out the Chink.”
"Could he hear anything? Words,
I monn?"
"No. Just Kelly’s voice. Mrs.
Kelly wns out of It, She'd gone
to her room, Nolan thinks, But
Kelly made noise enough for two.
And, nfter another ten minutes or
so, Charlie comes back.
“ Tm fired,’ Chnrlle says—la the
Chink lingo, ‘I got to get out. Thnt
blankety-blank told me to go quick,
or he'd kill me.'
"’Are you going?' Nolan asks.
“ ‘Sure,’ the Chink says, ‘I got
to get my money first. He chased
me out of the room when I
asked for It, but I'm going hack,'
the Chink says.
"Nolan then took the cook to a|
movie, and when they got back,
everything's quiet. It's after mid-
night, because these two walked
home. Kelly's upstairs, talking to
somebody, nnd the Chink's In his
room, packing and muttering to
himself something frightful. So No-
lan Bays good night to the cook,
who goes Into her room, nnd then
Nolan slips Into the pantry, nnd
tukos another shot of that hootch.”
“What hootch?”
“The rye whiskey I was telling
you nbout.”
Barry sprang from his chair.
"The rye whiskey?”
"Sure. And it wus In a cut-glass
decanter."
"Are you certain?"
“Nolan Is. And he’s Just ns cer-
tain that It was still In the puutry
when the guy upstairs left.”
"Why?"
"Because he henrd the front door
close ten seconds before he went
out the back way."
"Gosh!" Barry exclaimed. “That
puts It up to .Mrs. Kelly, nil rlght."i
Evans shook his head, drunkenly. j
"Mrs. Kelly wasn’t home," he'
said. "She went to her sister’s nfler
the high-jinks In Ilnrlem, nnd No-
lan got her there the next morning,
before they called the police. There
were only three people In that house
after the guy went who was visit-!
ing Kelly—Kelly himself, cook, and
u mighty mad Chinaman."
"Filipino."
“Whatever he wns, he was mad,
and the decanter thnt killed Kelly
was downstairs with him until just
about the time Kelly was killed."
"Thanks,” Barry nodded. “I think
we’ve got something."
"Oh, I forgot to give you this.
It came—to Southampton—just as
I was leaving," said Evans.
"This" was a cablegram. Alone,
In the sinoke-fllled room, Barry)
opened It. Nine words. "Father
and I sailing for home Sunday. Love.
Mother.”
For an Instant, he stood, frozen,
the wire In his hand.
Directly before him, an evening
newspaper lay open on the table.
"‘Out-going passenger and mnll
ships,'” he read. “‘Sailing tomor-
row—Steamship Oranje Nassau.
For Fort-au-I’rlnce, La Guayra,
Curacoa, Maracaibo, Carupnno, and
Pampatar.’ I’m on my way to one
of 'em tomorrow I”
Let Us Take a Page From the
Note Book of the Hotel Chef
Favorite Meat Dishes Which
May Be Served in
Home Meals.
Certain hotels and restaurants
through years of service have
gained for their foods a reputation
which has traveled far and wide.
These dishes, many of them, can
become favorites at home, if we
but take a page from the chef’s
note book.
Steaks and mixed grills—in fact,
broiled dishes of any kind — are
hotel favorites, say the chefs.
Choosing Tender Steaks.
The chef usually knows how to
choose a tender steak. His best
indication of tenderness is the
amount of fat which it carries. It
should have a generous covering
of fat over the outside and a mar-
bling of fat throughout the lean.
The steak should be cut thick, at
least one inch, and if it has been
aged, so much the better. Fre-
quently, the hotel chef buys a
whole loin of beef and allows it to
hang in his refrigerated room for
several days before he cuts it into
steaks, and in some markets this
same practice of aging is followed
before the steaks are cut.
The best way to broil a steak is
to thoroughly preheat the broiling
oven with the regulator set to
“high,’’ and then place the steak
on a rack far enough from the
flame or heating element that by
the time it is nicely browned on
one side it will be half done.
When browned on one side, it is
seasoned with salt and pepper,
turned, and allowed to brown and
finish cooking on the second side.
The steak should L. served with-
out a moment’s delay after it is
cooked. This, as much as any
other factor, makes the steak
served in a hotel so thoroughly en-
joyed, because it is still sizzling
hot and puffy with its own juices
when the diner makes the first cut.
For a Delicious Mixed Grill.
The mixed grill means simply
a whole meal cocked in the
broiler. Usually this includes a
I lamb chop, perhaps little link
sausages, sweetbreads, which
htve been parboiled in acidulated
water and put under the broiler to
become browned, and frequently
ground meat patties wrapped with
bacon. These ore broiled in
exactly the some way as the
steak, except for the length of
time needed in broiling. This de-
pends on temperature and the
thickness of the meat. Broiling,
however, should be done at a mod-
erately low temperature for the
best results.
Pork chops, too, can be just as
delicious as those baked and
served at hotels if you but insist
that they are cut thick and cooked
slowly. Here is the way one hotel
chef prepares them:
Baked Stuffed Pork Chops.
Pork chops cut thick
*,4 cup minted ham
’•i cup minced mushroom*
1 cup bread crumbs
ty cup rice, uncooked
2 tablespoons minced onion
2 tablespoons minced green pepper
cup tomatoc*
Brown the ham, mushrooms,
onions and green pepper, then add
, the uncooked rice and tomatoes,
j together with two cups meat stock,
j Let cook until the rice is tender.
Add the bread crumbs and season
! to taste. Fill pocket in chops with
this. Brown the chops on both
sides, cover tightly and bake
slowly for twenty-five or thirty
minutes.
SUCCEED WHERE
YOU ARE, WORD
OF HELEN KELLER
There is nothing like^the pride
of doing something worth while
to make us forget the limitations,
is there? We can do anything we
really want to if we stick at it
long enough. No matter how
handicapped we are, we can al-
v ays do something, it it is only
p bright smile, or a kind word, or
a helpful act.
Many of us make the mistake
ol thinking that if we were as
fortunate as our neighbors, we
could live better purer, and mo?e
useful lives. 1 have learned from
experience that if we cannot suc-
ceed in out present position, we
cunnot in any other. If we cannot
help the world where we are, we
cannot help it anywhere else. It
is not the kind of environment we
have, but the kind of thought we
think every day and the ideals we
are following—in a word, the kind
of men and women we are.
We have already that within us
which will respond to the right
influence when that comes. Let
us stand upright in our own lot,
and try to discover beauty, serv-
ice and happiness ir. our own
lives.—Helen Keller. LL.D.
Better Wisdom
IT is not until the soul has
* learned a better wisdom,
learned that the human race
is one, and that none can really
rise by treading cn his brother
men. learned that true art is
not the slave of luxury, but
the servant of humanity,
learned that happiness is born,
not of the lust to possess and
enjoy, but of the desire to give
and to bless,—then, and not
until then, when she brings
others with her, can the soul
find true rest in her Palace.—
Van Dyke.
The little things make up life.
CHAPTER IX
DAIIRY'S panic wns short-lived.
O Between hi in and the sailing
list had mate a vision of Peggy,
with beaded lashes screening eyes
forever staring nt nothing.
"I can't do It,” he said to him-
self. “I can’t run away nnd leave
thnt girl In the lurch. Nor Hat
either. I've tackled this job, and
I’ve got to go through with It.
"Anyway, It begins to look as
though the end were in sight. If
Bidder sails Sunday—"
He went back to the shipping
news.
"If Bidder sails Sunday, that’s
the Bremen nnd she’s due here the
following Saturday. That givps us
eight days. I'd better see Winslow.”
He called Peter next morning,
but the attorney was out in the
country. “Left last night,” his sec-
retary reported, “and woD't be back
until Monday."
Barry had a dinner engagement
at Southampton. “We'll start things
humming on Monday,” Barry told
himself. "I’ve got my house to put
In order, too. Bidder's house, that
Is."
Evans telephoned around ten. and
before noon they were on their way
to Southampton. “My last week-
end with Hat," he wus thinking.
“Where'll 1 be next Saturday? Out
of luck, nnd out of a job. tn Jail,
maybe, and In the newspapers.
That's my finish with—everybody.”
There wns a new atmosphere nt
the Hambldge’s. Hat had been right
In telling Jacky that he'd "cheer
my father up a lot." “They're
building n railway on the beach,"
she laughed, when the boy—sun-
burned. and active—Joined them
before dinner.
"You must go to bed now,” Pat
bade him, "If we’re to tnke our ride
In the morning. We have a canter
every day before breakfast," she
added to Barry, ringing for a maid
to tnke charge of the youngster. “I
discovered the dearest little pony In
the village, nnd the man brings It
over at nine o’clock, with another
horse for me. Jncky’s getting to be
a regular Buffalo Bill."
The strained expression of a week
ago was beginning to disappear
from the face of Judge Humbidge.
Hut the greatest difference was In
the boy's mother. Naturally Imita-
tive, as Barry had remarked, she
hnd been quick to observe and emu-
late Hat’s moderation with make-up.
Her speech, too. had lost all but an
occasional inadvertent reference to
“guys" and "dames." She had
stopped staring Into spnee. "What’s,
the news about Jack?" she asked
quite calmly.
(TO HE CONTINUED)
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