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Outside the sidewalks were damp
and slippery. It was late February.
The sky was blurred with an ap-
proaching storm. McCaTe walked
up Stuart street slowly stopping to
buy an early morning paper at the
corner.
1 He'd just had some mid-morning
coffee with a couple of erstwhile
prlvato "eyes" and they'd told him
in great detail of how Miss Ade-
laide Blgelow of the Bigclows had
been traipsing from office to office
for the "right" detective. Just what
she needed a detective for they
dfdn't know but it looked promising.
.To McCole It looked like hokum;
besides ho wasn't Interested. He
did not at the moment realize that
the. first pebble hod started to roll
that even then ho was being gently
prodded into the relentless ava-
lanche of a big case. He stopped
- for cigarettes at a drug store and
stood at the counter idly turning
the pages of the newspaper.
B-29s were at home over the Jap
mainland and the American fleet
was tickling Jap shipping where it
hurt. There was a complete block-
out planned for the coming week-
end. On page ten Mrs. Atkinson
Keye socialite was off to Reno
again. Business as usual. A Mrs.
Mulligan of Roxbury had given
birth to her twelfth child. And wait
a minute under a misty photograph
of a very debby deb the caption:
"Lydla. Prentice of Marlborough
street and Magnolia one of the
bride's attendants at the wedding
next Saturday of Veronica Perkins
Bigelow to Curtin Vallaincourt."
So that's all it was. A society
wedding. He laughed soundlessly
as he thought of Leach and Gar-
rlty making a big story over some
old blue-blood who was tno doubt
looking for a couple of dicks pre-
sentable enough to mingle with a
crowd of gilt-edged guests while
they kept a sharp eye on the wed-
ding presents. He did not have to
be much of a sleuth to figure that
one out. He chuckled at the mental
. picture of either of his so-called pals
" straining to look "to the manner
born" in such a situation.
Hon) McCale Became a
Private Detective
As he folded the" paper his eye
caught a word or two in the gossip
column "After Dark." It read: "At
the Latin Quarter last night Curt
Vallaincourt the handsome lad
who is to middle-aisle it with Ver-
onica Bigelow next week waited in
vain for her to appear. He ended
his vigil by lapping up ombies with
Shari Lynn the "torchy" singer
from the floor show. We didn't know
they knew each other."
McCale frowned at the last allu-
sion. Too bad these 'keyhole lads
had to spice everything up so.
McCale's office and living quar-
' ters combined were on St. James
street a bit far uptown for that
' sort ot thing. They were in a block
pi old bro'wnstonc housed the last
thatjemained in that vicinity. Here
" while they lasted anyway. McCale
was able to cling to the illusion that
he was a "cut above the average de-
' tective. He admitted that it was
probably psychological a complex
with him. His background surely
Was worse than most. Born in the
scummler part of Chicago he had
- been brought up among thieves-and
mobsters. At fourteen he knew all
the answers. To himself he often
admitted that he had a criminal
turn of mind but some peculiar
twist had saved him from putting it
into practice. It may have been
the merest glimmer or craving for
something finer than the obviously
brief splash made by the racketeer
on top today shot full of holes to-
morrow But at sixteen he went
into the world to find out if there
was any good in it. Somehow he
discovered that he had a love for
books and a real aptitude for learn-
ing. He worked his way through a
Midwestern college. He took sum-
" mer courses here there and wher-
ever he heard' of something that
might interest him. And he was ln-
' terested in many things.
"Ha woke one morning knowing
that detection Would be his career.
Then he took a course in criminol-
ogy at a famous university sat in
at lectures ot police college talked
himself jnto a job with a run-down
detective agency. After that he hod
set himself up as a private investi-
gator. Cynical over police methods
as he found them in practice sick
to death of the strike-breaking jobs
the divorce work the undercoyer
bribery the questionable ethics of
many of the men masquerading as
honest investigators it was the only
thing for him to do. Only a few
clients had pome his way. But it
was worth it.
McCale was small and dark and
k smoothly articulated. His hair was
shiny and black! his eyes inclined
to be withdrawn one minute would
quicken with a peculiar glint the
next 'His mouth was too -large for
the countenanpe It graced and in
repose a trifle sardonic. But when
he smiled or laughedj H l up his
whole face in a most disarming
way. The dominant feature of the
complete picture of Duke McCale
seemed to be a nerveless quiet but
often there would come a fine
Italian-like geslure fleet as an ar-
row that bespoke the closely guard-
ed energy of a colled spring. -
He was nearly at his own door-
step when he noticed it An antique
limousine broad In the beam and
high in the tonncau was drawn to
the curb before his door.
McCale opened the waiting-room
door and stepped inside. The room
was empty. The faded carpet and
real leather chairs stared at him
blankly. The wine vclour draperies
Were pulled back to let in what
daylight there was. There wero
fresh yellow flowers in a squat
white bowl on his secretary's desk
but she wasn't there.
He was thinking that it looked
very quiet very nice not like a de-
tective's waiting room at all when
Ann Marriot came in. She closed
the door of the inner office giving
him- a warning look. .
Ann Marriot was the type of girl
you might pass by at a first meet-
ing but when you knew her better
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"Miss Bigelow?" His sharp eyes
took her in at a glance.
you became aware of her attrac-
tiveness. Her features were nice-
gray eyes set far apart; a straight
but not too small nose and a good-
sized mouth. She ran to intelligence
and tweeds and her ash-blonde hair
always imparted the fragrance of'
carnations. McCale caught a whiff
of it now as she handed him an
engraved calling card.
It read: Adelaide Perkins Bige-
low. Wealthy Old Lady
Appears Troubled
"Miss Bigelow' is waiting in your
office" said Ann.
"Why in there?" McCale asked
lowering his voice.
"Well" she answered flushing
slightly "it's nice in there. There's
a fire in the grate and the big chair
and books and things."
"Ah I see. You are duly im-
pressed by the royal presence."
"Not at all" she rather snapped
"She's quite nice. Did it occur to
you I might want to impress her?"
McCale smiled. "Bless .you my
child" he said as he went in
There was a fire burning briskly
in the fireplacp throwing light and
shadow on the simple decorations
the big chair with its accompany-
ing side table weJI-filied bookcases
lining the walls. The lamp on the
desk was lit for it was darker In
this room.
A little old lady quietly dressed
turned in the act ofeaching for a
book to face him.
"Oh" she said nearly dropping
it.
"Miss Bigelow?" His sharp eyes
took her in at a glance.
She was small almost birdlike
and nervous in a fluttery way She
had a fine delicately modeled face
too delicate perhaps to be impos-
ing Vet there was evidence in her
carriage and in her manner of dig-
nity and stubborn strength. Mc-
Cale was aware too of a certain
uneasiness a lurking apprehension
behind the too bright eyes that ho
could not attribute to surprise at
his sudden entrnnce nor to her be-
ing out of her milieu in a detective's
office.
"I was interested in your li-
brary" she floundered "I expect-
ed you"
"To look quite different?" McCale
frowned. "More like a doctor or
college professor perhaps?"
"Why. ..." . 1
"That's all right. None of us can
choose his personal appearance. If
I could I'd be quite a different-
looking person I assure you."
There was something ingenuous
about the way he sold It. Then he
smiled and everything was qulto
all right.
"It isn't that at all." She Was
just as candid. "You're quite nice-
looking really. It's just that all
the detectives I've ever seen that
is er heard about are rather big
and brutal-looking and tough.''
McCale Wanted to answer that
all things considered he was prob-
ably just as tough that he just
wasn't big. But he didn't.
She seemed fo"r a moment at a
loss to begin. The old eyes searched
his anxiously and were withdrawn
as if the brain behind them was
confused and helpless. He knew that
there was desperation there that
It was difficult for her to ploy a
part but that she had determined
to play it. He waited and the si-
lence in the room lengthened. He
saw that she was still searching
for an integrity behind the flash
of his exterior. He saw the light
go out of hereyes and realized with
chagrin that she would not tell him
what was gnawing at her mind that
she had decided to risk acquiring
his aid only in part.
"My niece is to be married next
week Mr. McCale. Perhaps you
have heard of her?"
"Yes indeed. Veronica Bigelow.
Her pictures are very lovely." He'd
never seen onel
She brightened considerably.
"She is lovely. My favorite niece
Mr. McCale. She'll be very wealthy
too. My brother's child.. The wed-
ding of course will be at Trinity
but the reepption is to take place
at the family's town house. There
are a great many beautiful and
priceless gifts on display. They will
have to be guarded night and day."
Guarding Gifts '
Pays Well
'The police" .ventured McCale.
"Pshaw! The police." She be-
came more assertive. "We don't
want plainclothes men all over the
house. They'd stick out like .sore
thumbs. I want someone quiet and
unobtrusive just just someone"
The old voice faltered and trailed
off.
McCale looked at her attentively.
"Of course. I'm quiet and unob-
trusive and inclined to be helpful."
She dropped her eyes. "I I think
you're the man I want."
"It doesn't exactly take brains to
watch over a table of wedding pres-
ents." "I know that. But if something
were stolen if something did hap-
pen you'd have to 'Investigate
wouldn't you?''
McCale glimpsed then for an in-
stant the whirlpool of events to
come. There was something in that
remark alone that piqued his curi-
osity. -He made up his mind "That will
be twenty-five dollars a day" he
said and added meaningly "for
guarding the wedding gifts."
Sut she would not rise to his bait.
She searched a moment in a large
black bag that hung from rfne arm.
A hundred-dollar bill crackled "as
she put it on his desk.
' "A retainer" she laid
"One moment. Miss Marriot will
give you a receipt."
"Never mind. It isn't at all nec-
essary. Will you come to tea this
afternoon at five?"
"To tea?"
"Yes. Please do." The tired old
eyes pleaded with him. "The fam-
ilyyou should know them by sight
and there might be something to.
talk over some arrangements you
might want to make'
"Why yes" he agreed sudden
intuition quickening in his mind.
She seemed relieved; turned to
go.
"One moment Miss Bigelow.
You'll want me to assume respon-
sibilitywhen?" '
"Oh right away." That look had
come back info her face again. "Im-
mediately." "But the wedding is"
"I know I'd feel safer" she
caught herself "that the gifts
would be safe if you were to take
charge today. They keep arriving
more and more most valuable
some of them."
He cut in on her embarrassed
floundering. "Very well. "I'll see
you nt tea. That's all you want to
tell me?"
She looked wretched "That's
all" she said.
The door closed quietly after her.
McCale stood staring thoughtfully
into the fire He heard Ann Mar-
riot say good-morning and the outer
door shut
"She's a nice' old thing" said Ann
Marriot "I hope you weren't curt
and distant with her. She seemed
to be in trouble."
"She wants me to guard her
niece's wedding gifts."
"But. ..."
He shrugged. "I took the job."
He flipped the hundred-dollar bill
under her nose
"Nice big retainer -Funny. She
seemed sdrt of lost to me.1'
"Ann" McCale. said "that old
lady is frightened!"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Columnist at World
You can positively get delivery on
a Dodge or Plymouth within four
weeks ot about $2200. In Sweden!
All show windows there display
U. S. 1940 ears. . . . Espionage (and
counter-espy) is terrific there more
so than during tho war. . . . Russia
allegedly has 125 intelligence agents
working out of the Stockholm em-
bassyalmost twice the number the
British have dittoing. We got none
huh? . . . Howard Hughes the zil-
llonoire says he wishes his biogra-
phers would get things right for
once. One mag piece said ho in-
herited 17 million from his pop. "I
inherited $300000!" he exclamation-
marked. . . They tell you that the
biggest spender in the world today
Is Robert Arido a Syrian. He al-
legedly maintains an 11-room apt ot
tho Ambass; "bought" . Hitter's
yacht from the Bwiddlsh Gov't for
only 400 Gs. It has a crew of over
100. ... He has three pleasure
planes and spends $250000 monthly.
What British Gov't gave it to him?
Sallies In Our Alley: Shcrmlnt
Billingslcy was still gabbing
about the night club owner on
the coast who was stuck up and
robbed of $400. . . . "Glad it
wasn't me" said the Stork Club-
man. "Can you imagine what
El Morocco's Pcrona and tho
others would say if I ever was
found with only $400 on me?"
Sights You Never Sec from a
Sight-Seeing Bus: The elderly lady
in the West 70s. She starts each
dawning with a suitcase loaded
with cartons of milk and sets them
out all ovej the neighborhood for
pussycats. . . . Passersby waving
to "the mayor who always ta-tas
back. No kiddin' seen it wid me
own. eyes. . . . The little old chap
who cadges drinx in the 3rd Ave.
joynts "with a piece of rope. Bets
you a drink you can't tie him up
tight enough to keep him bound.
Always wins. . . . The picketing bar-
bers. They all need haircuts. . . .
The 5 ayem brawl (between oodles)
at 50th and 8th. Such slugging!
"There's No Business Like
Show Business": It happened
recently on the coast. ... Sid
Slate and his wife had a tiff.
... So she packed up and left
for Los Angeles. ... Sid phoned
his best chum Sid Gold to meet
her at the deppo and straighten
things out. . . . Which pal Gold
certinny did. . . . Mrs. Sid Slate
will become Mrs. Sid Gold after
she Is Freenovated.
Erich Remarque the 'book-writer
gave Ingrid Bergman his only bottle
of that fiery Calvados that he speaks
about in his "Arch of Triumph"
best-clicker. . . . Howard Koch and
his bride came to town to work on
the screenplay of "Earth and High
Heaven." Had to dwell in six dif-
ferent hotels in seven days. On the
seventh his 'wife forgot which hotel
whereupon they decided to return
to H'wood. . . . Natalie Schaefer
the actress lost a big money fashion-announcer
job in Detroit. Be-
cause the man who was going to hire
her wouldn't wait more'n 2 hours
for Natalie to finish a phone con-
versation. Imagine! The beest! '
Fannie Hurst may give Nor-
ma Shearer her first screen
story "She Walks In Beauty"
for Norma's return to the 'films.
She'd play a woman her own
age. A Hollywood novelty!
Don Ameche wonders if anybody
ever called the President Harried
Truman. . . . Eddie Jaffee is con-
vinced there's something very fishy
about the meat shortage. . . Bill
Schiller rates a patty-cake for. the
campaign he's waging as candidate
for state senate. He's fighting for
education and housing of vets. . . .
At the Glass Hat two Repubs wfere
indulging in their pet pastimepan-
ning Truman. "The whole nation"
said the first "is laughing up their
sleeves at him.' . . . "You kiddin'?"
asked the other. "Who's got
sleeves?"
Lew Parker found out why the
series games at St. Louis didn't
break attendance records.
Most of the Mlssourlans are
In Washington!
The boss of a New York union
announced that its long strike was
over and he ordered everyone back
to work at a midtown hotel. But
' one lad continued to picket after all
the others resumed working. "Hey!"
asked the labor boss. "Why don't
you go back to work?"
"I dunno" shrugged the picket.
"You've had me on strike so long I
forget what I used to do!"
Frances E. Kaye observes that
pitcher Howie Pollet of the St
Louis Cards was one strike away
from winning tho series opener and
that Truman is just about one more
strike away from being washed up.
. . Kaye also thinks that in Geor-
gia Fatzo Goering wouldn't bo
hanged he'd be Georgia's hang-
man . . . And Saxio Dowell re-
ports that the Dodgers-Cardinals
race was the closest thing in the
National league since Branch Rick-
ey . The" Red Sox first baseman
rates Yorkids.
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Ford, Robert C. & Ford, Nora Mae. The Bartlett Tribune and News (Bartlett, Tex.), Vol. 60, No. 4, Ed. 1, Friday, November 1, 1946, newspaper, November 1, 1946; Bartlett, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth81762/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Bartlett Activities Center and the Historical Society of Bartlett.