Zurich Herald, 1941-05-08, Page 24 SERIAL STORY
MURDER INCOGNITO
'BY NORMAN KAHL.. comnitGlit 194O.
NILA DERVICE, HOU
CAST OF CHARACTERS
MARTIN SAYLER — as lawyer
with too many enemies.
DALE APPLEBY -- Sayler's
stepson.
RHODA WATERS -- Appleby's
fiancee,.
HAZEL LEIGHTON — Sayler's
sweetheart.
WINSLOW NIARDELL a gam-
bler.
GEORGE BARBOUR --- Sayler's
Raw partner.
LIEUTENANT O'LEARY—police
investigator.
v, a a
LAST .WEEK: Everyone in the
house is under suspicion. Riggs,
Sayler's chauffeur, is brought in
for questioning. Later O'Leary
joins the five guests in the draw-
ing room. Suddenly, there is a shot.
CHAPTER VI
It seemed hours after the shot
before anyone moved. Dale Apple-
by, his face pallid, was the first
to leap to his feet,
"My rood—'. Another one," he
saki in a hoarse whisper. He start-
ed toward the study, and Mardell
and Barbour rose to follow bine
O'Leary barred the ,ray.
"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," 0'.
Leary said calmly. "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 kuow that. But
no one heard the shot. Yet every-
+sne beard this one, So Sayler
couldn't have been shot with an
e rdinary gun. Whoever did the job
used a silencer. With a silencer, 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 the men ambled back to
"Too much coffee and tea gave
Mrs. Brown. the best case of cal.
feine.nerves 1 ever sato. Poor
sleep for weeks — her temper
flared tike a skyrocket. 1 was
proud of the way she made life
miserable for everybody till
some meddler got her to switch
to Possum. Naturally that was
the end of the end of me."
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their chairs. They were still a
little angry,
O'Leary turned to Mansell. "May.
I see You in the study for a few
minutes?"
Mardell be -ed slightly anis fol.
lowed the officer oat of the room,
In the den, Carroll was sitting at
the desk, going through some of
the drawers. When O'Leary and
Mardell entered, he rose, "}Tear it,
Chief?"
O'Lea.ry's lips twisted upwards.
• "What do you think?„
Paper's In Sayler's Desk
The lieutenant motioned Mardell
to a chair. "What were you doing,
here tonight, Mardell?" he asked
bluntly.
Suave and self -composed, W ius-
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 dinner
along with the others:"
From his pocket, O'Leary ex-
tracted a sheaf of papers, clipped
together. "Yon wouldn't know any-
thing about these?"
Mardell tilted his head slightly
and .glanced at the papers. Then
he smiled. `to you found them."
"Yeast," said O'Leary, "in the
top drawer of SayIer's desk. There
wasn't much in that drawer—just
a few pieces of unfinished busi-
ness • . . things Sayler wanted to
take care of tonight."
Mardell lifted his eyebrows and
began fumbling for a cigaret.
O'Leary went on. "Alot of dough
is represented lliere--$35,000. Not
exactly chicken feed. These I. 0.
U.'s axe yours, aren't they? You
signed then."
Mardell looked bored, "'Sure
they're mine. So what?"
"How come?"
"A little business—between Say-
ler and me."
"Gambling debts, aren't. they?"
Mardell said evenly, "Maybe."
"Were you going to- pay them?"
The man's eyes flashed. "Cer-
tainly. Do you think—?"
"Tonight?"
For the first time, Mardell seem-
ed ill at ease. "'Well, no. I didn't
have that much cash on me." He
lean ed forward angrily. "But Say-
ler knew that. FTe knew I was going
to settle. up. Be didn't need the
.money right away."
O'Leary folded his arni:s 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."
''He Never Confided"
"There's something about that
mug 1 don't like," Sergeant .Car -
roil commented after Mardell had
gone.
O'Leary nodded. "He'll bear a
little checking."
Carroll bad slouched back in
a chair along the inner wall. He
didn't bother to get up when Dale
and Rhoda entered the roam.
O'Leary swung around in the
swivel choly. "I hope you two don't
mind beiug called in together."
"We prefer it that way," Dale
said.
"Sit down," O'Leary invited.
"Mr. Appleby, I want to know
where your stepfather's will might
be found."
don't know," Dale replied.
" Ile never confided in. me."
"Yotr dont know who'll get his
money? There must be quite a lot
of it."
"No, I can't say."
"Do you expect any?"
Dale exchanged a swift glance
with Rhoda. "1'11 get my mother's
money. That's written into her
will. Ile couldn't have changed
that."
"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 sue, 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 1 reached 21,
if be didn't feet like it—and he
didn't feel like it."
"Did you ever ask your step-
father for the money, `Mr. Apple-
by?"
"He Hated Me"
"Yes—but he refused."
"Why?"
Dale flushed. "I don't think
that*"
iI1 tell t youwhy." Rd ex-
ploded.
y.„ rocia -
ploded. Her delicate features Were
tense. Her pretty .fists were tightly
clenched. "Martin Sayler hated me.
He told Dale he wouldn't release
the money until I was out of the
picture.”
Sergeant Carroll leaned forward.
"You didn't like him very well?"
Dale answered for her. "t'rank-
111-i We didn't,"
`Okay" quid O'Leary. ".Test one
more thing ---do you know where
is-;riei kept his Paper'as?'1
l'm sorry, I don't," Dale said.
I test wondered,'
There tsCT't.
much. in his desk.,"
• O'Leary plowed' at bis wrist
watch., "Twelve -thirty. It's too late
to do very .much ntore.toaight..Mr. t
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Mother
A11 that I love is linked t6 you,
All that I am or have or do,
The background of my life was
spread
By your wise hands. My baby
head
I see, as pictured mem'ry now -
Against your breast. T see your
brow
Above its tasks, our hands your
eyes,
All through the years, 'neath
alien skies
You went with ole and kept me
strong,
You gave me strength when
things went wrong.
You spoke, from memoried years,
and kept
Your child yours still. Your
blessed text
Of life you gave me — wordless
creed—
Love, mother -love, for all my
need.
—Rena Chandler.
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Appleby, I'm going to ask a favor
of you. I'd like everyone to stay
here tonight. Can you arrange it?"
Dale looked startled. "Of course,
but -
"Thank you," said O'Leary.
Shot In The Dark
Forty-five minutes later, the two
officers were still sitting in the
study. All the lights had been turn-
ed. out.
"Chief, this case has me stump-
ed." said Carroll,
"Yeah," O'Leary ttyresponded.
notr-
eominttlally.
"I don't get it at all. A murder
couldn't have been to nt.nritted-•-
and yet it was. All the suspects
were in the other room, and the
window wasn't opened, anti—"
He stopped suddenly, Proal some-
where just outside the door that .
led into the library, they heard
the Mind of shutting feet. O'Leary
stole quietly behind the divan in
which the two risen had been sit-
ting g aur]. whispered curt orders Por
the sxrgea.ut to stand in the recess
next to the fireplace.
Tim door opened, and a. sharp
Venni of light from an • electriv
t.orrh cut across the room. O'Leary
held his breath as We beam passed
the sofa behind which he was hud-
dled.
It was impossible, in the dark-
ness, to tell who the man was. His
light was turned toward the books
in the ibui].t-in cases on the east
wall, and he seemed to be studying
the titles. finally, he selected two
large books and pulled tltent out of
place. He reached his hard in the
space where the books had been.
Suddenly O'Leary realized what
the man was doing. Behind those
books, secreted
by a panel, was
Sayler's safe. In a few minutes, the
man pulled aside a small, steel
door and reached his hand into
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 night his
voice boomed across the room.
The figure at the bookcase
wheeled. around. 2e swung his
beam swiftly over the room and
caught O'Leary square in the Pace.
in the next instant, there was
darkness as the torch Was switched
off, and then .. , a flash of flame
and a er'a.sbieg sound as he fired
a shot at'the detective's head,
(To Cie continued)
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lis teaspoon salt
'Ai teaspoon pepper
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1/a cup sugar
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1 cup All -Bran
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