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SYNOPSIS
The Duke, Barry Gilbert, likable youth
(hf twenty-three, jobless and broke, en-
ters an unoccupied summer home in
Southampton, seeking shelter from u
storm. He makes himself at home. Doz-
ing at the fireplace, he Is startled by
1l>e arrival of a butler, Willetts; and
a chauffeur, Evans. He learns that the
son of the owner of the house, Jack
Jlldder, whom the servants had never
ceen, Is expected. He decides to bluff
It out. His supposed parents have left
for Germany. Next morning he is given
a letter for his ‘‘mother." He opens It
«nd finds a message from the real Jack,
saying he could not come, and returning
a hundred-dollar bill. The boy’s father
had pensioned him into obscurity. Bar-
ry pockets the money, intending to re-
turn it later. He orders Evans to take
him to Montauk. Intending to disappear
there. On the way ti<- meeta Judgt
Jlambidge and his daughter. Patricia.
Believing he is Jack Kidder, she invites
him to dinner the following Thursday.
Barry returns to Southampton, deciding
to stay a bit longer. Mr. Kidder, Sr.,
through his newspaper, the Globe, ac-
cuses Judge Hambidge of taking orders
from Tammany Hall In a condemna-
tion proceeding. Barry meets Peter
Winslow, prominent attorney. Winslow
tells Barry that Judge Humbidge had
seen an accident in which a woman
was killed a taxicab. At home Barry
finds the wife of the real Jack Kidder
awaiting him. Her husband is In Jail
In New York, charged with the murder
©f Mike Kelly. Tammany boss. The girl.
Teggy, tells Barry how she had met
Jack in Florida and married him, as
Jay Rogers. Jack lost his Job, and they
went to New York, where she got work
at the Cocoanut Bar. There she was
accused of trying to pick the pocket of
Mike Kelly, and was arrested. Her hus-
band went to Kelly’s to Induce him to
drop the charge. Later Kelly was found
dead, his skull crushed by a decanter.
Barry suggests he can help as Jack
Bidder, and Mrs. Rogers agrees. Judge
Hambidge delivers a decision In the
condemnation suit in which Kelly hnd
been interested. Barry cables Mrs. Bid-
der for $2,000. Winslow taken Rogers'
case. Barry gets a Job on the Globe
under his true name. The editor, Ernie
Harwood, assigns him to cover the
Kelly murder.
CHAPTER IV—Continued
—9—
lie had turned into n cheap restau-
rant, near The Globe, where the slim
young man had promised to meet him.
Lunching, he mapped out his Immedi-
ate future. Work days, Barry Gilbert
would live In the little rooms he’d
taken Saturday. Week-ends, of course,
he’d have to spend at Southampton,
as John Clarke Bidder, Jr. That was
essential to his contact with Bad Nau-
heim. And to another, even more es-
sential contact. He was to dine at the
liambidges again next Friday, he re-
tailed—with the lady from Boston to
whom Pat must have written flatter-
ing things about him. A grand girl,
Pat, and suddenly, ns we have seen,
not altogether unattainable. “If I
make good,” Barry thought, “I can
tell her the truth about myself, and
ask her to marry me. Why not? All
this John Clarke Kidder, Jr., busi-
ness’ll just seem funny then.”
The slim young man arrived In due
time, and duly presented his charge
at the homicide bureau. First, there
was Tim Laugherty, as Irish as Barry,
and with almost as ready a grin.
They took to each other immediately.
“Barry Gilbert,” Tim repeated. “Well,
the name’s all right, anyway.”
Tim regarded the Kelly murder as
a closed case. So did MacDevitt, and
everyone else Barry met at headquar-
ters. “The Rogers kid done it, that’s
sure,” Tim declared. “This Filipino
says he didn’t let nobody else In that
night.”
“Maybe somebody else let himself
In.”
Tim smiled scornfully.
“How?” There was a new lock on
that door. Show him the keys, Mac.”
Mac obliged.
“Here you are,” he said. “It was
chained to Kelly’s pants button.”
“Show him the decanter. Maybe he
can get something out of that.”
"Why not?” Mac laughed. “There’s
about half a pint in It.”
It was a gruesome exhibit — that
bottle which had killed a man. Real
cut glass, and nearly a quarter full
of reddish liquor. “Wonder why that
didn't spill out,” Barry ventured.
“Maybe the cork stopped It,” Tim
replied.
“They didn’t find any finger prints?”
"No. The guy must have worn
gloves.”
“Listen,” Barry ventured again.
*\Vhy weren’t the Filipino's finger
prints on the bottle—If he served It?”
“Guess he wore gloves, too. My
butler always docs!”
“Well, if he wore ’em—”
“I get you,” Tim Interrupted. “If
the guy that done this wore gloves,
and the Filipino wore gloves, why
then ninybe the Filipino’s the guy that
done this.”
“Exactly."
“Say, you got a bean on you,” the
detective conceded, almost admiring-
ly. “Of course, I still think we got
the right party, but he’s a cagey guy,
that Oriental, and he didn’t say noth
lng about gloves to me. Why don’t
,we go over and see if he wears ’eta?”
He didn’t.
At least, not when he opened the
front door.
"Say, Charlie,” Tim began; "let us
In. We want to ask you sumpin’. Do
you wear gloves when you’re serving
stuff?”
“Sometimes.”
"Did you wear ’em that night?”
“Maybe. 1 don’t remember.”
He was n thin, sallow youth, with
the usual glossy black hair brushed
bnck from his forehead. Nothing re-
markable about him—not even Ids
shiftiness. The three men stood In
the broad hall of the Kelly house,
and Charlie repeated the tale of admit-
ting Rogers, and hearing a quarrel,
and returning to his room until the
visitor left.
“You were In your room when the
row started, then?” Barry asked.
“Yes, sir.”
"And you could hear the voices
pretty [dainky?”
“Y’es, sir.”
"You came upstairs, and then went
hack to your room, and stayed there
until just as Rogers was leaving?”
"Y’es, sir.”
“Kelly must have been dead then,
if Rogers killed him?”
"Yes, sir.”
"But you didn’t hear the sound of
a blow in your room, nor the thud of
a body falling?”
No answer.
“If you could near voices downstairs,
don’t you think you’d’ve heard that, If
it had happened?”
The Filipino looked down from one
Inquisitor to the other.
“Maybe I didn’t stay In my room,"
he said at last, very slowly. “I don’t
remember.”
Tim was about to press the point
when there was the rasp of a latch-
key being thrust into the lock of the
front door.
Then the knob turned, and Mrs.
Kelly entered.
She stopped short at sight of the
Intruders.
The door remained opened.
“Well, Mr. Laugherty!” she ex
claimed. “So you’ve come back
It Was a Gruesome Exhibit—That
Bottle Which Had Killed a Man.
again? With a friend, too! Why
don’t yon step in the parlor?”
Tim thanked her, and presented
Barry.
“Glad to meet you,” Mrs. Kelly de-
clared. “Run along, you” — to the
Filipino. “Come on in, boys!”
“You’re forgetting your key,” Barry
said.
He took It out of the lock.
“It’s a brand new key, isn’t It?” he
asked, casually.
“Sure,” Mrs. Kelly answered. “It’s
a new lock. Mike had it put on only
a few days ago.”
“How many keys were there?”
“Two. That one, and Mike’s."
Barry was scribbling on the back of
an envelope.
Mrs. Kelly was a large woman, In
her fifties. Her hair was dyed red—a
brilliant, aggressive red unknown to
Nature. But she was affable, and ex-
tremely good-humored. Evidently, not
grieving herself to death about Mike.
“Just dropped around to see Char-
lie,” Tim said. “Anything you want
to know, Mr. Gilbert?”
"Just one thing. Where were you
the night of the murder?”
Mrs. Kelly luughed.
“You don’t read the papers much, do
you?”
“Why?”
“Because all about that was In The
Herald Tribune the morning after the
body was found.”
“All about what?”
“All about my being up in Harlem
at a dance.”
“And what time did you get home?”
“Around daylight.”
“I)ld you let yourself In?”
“Sure.”
“And yon didn’t wonder where Mike
was?”
“I thought he was asleep. We didn’t
room together. The lights was all
out.”
“No light In the front room?”
“No.”
“Sure?”
“Dead sure. Anything else?”
“No, thunks. I didn’t mean to keep
you so long. But one thing led to an-
other.”
“That’s all right,” Mrs. Kelly ns
sured him. “I got nothing to hide.
Drop around any time you feel like
It.”
“No holes In that alibi,” Tim said,
ns they reached the sidewalk.
“Strnlght shooter, she Is. Ran n sa-
loon when Mike married her. You
certainly got wound up. What was
all that, about the latch key?”
“Bright and shiny, wasn’t It?”
“Brand new. She told you that So
did I, when we were looking at Kel- |
ly’s key-wallet.”
"Yes,” Barry admitted. “But there
wasn’t any new key in that wallet.”
Tim Laugherty stopped short lu Fifth
avenue.
“You’re right,” he said.
“I’ve got the number,” Barry went
on, producing his envelope. “A 00152.
Write that down. A plain, round
head. Two of ’em. Where’s the other?
It never was In that wallet, because
every hook’s filled.”
“Maybe he carried It loose in his
pocket.”
“Wherever he carried the key, where
is it?”
"I don't know,” Tim answered. “It
wasn’t on the body—that’s sure.”
By now, it was time for his dinner
appointment with Peggy.
Still In high spirits, he walked
around to her boarding house. Barry
remembered Southampton with shame
when he saw the Bidders’ two shabby
rooms. The hoy lay in one of them;
a bright youngster, five years old.
“The doctor doesn't seetn to know
what the matter is,” Peggy declared.
“I know,” Barry Bald. “I’d be sick
in this dump. Why don’t you bring
him out to the country?”
Peggy shook her head.
“I want to be near Jack,” she re-
peated.
“Winslow says he’s liktfly to be free
in a week.”
Dining comfortably in a nearby cafe,
he told her everything that had hap-
pened since their parting; all the as-
tonishing events of that day. And.
with the recital, Peggy's spirits rose,
too. When Barry mentioned his new
job. she actually laughed.
“That’s funny,” she said. “You’re '
doing what the old man's real son !
wouldn’t do.”
“I’ve two reasons,” Barry explained. I
“In the first place It puts me in a ;
splendid position to help Jack. In
the second—well, the fact Is that I'm
what s LU
about:
Hot Political Campaigns.
I TOLLY WOOD, CALI F.—
They say this will be the
liveliest fight for years and years,
with glee clubs gargling anil the
boys out with brass bands—and
brass-knucks; and batteries of
college professors firing on op-
position professors.
But they’ll never reclaim the glori-
ous ancient spirit. We're too tame.
Take ’9G. Now, there
was n campaign for
you. When Bryan was
a discovery Instead of
a chronic recurrence
Two life-long friends
would meet. "What
d’ye think of this here
free silver thing?” oue
would nsk. "I think
It’s the greatest no-
tion in history,” the
second fellow would
say. "What do you
think?” “I think you’re
a dirty such-and such!” The first man
would yell, and then everybody would
start bouncing those old-fashioned
brass euspidores off of everybody else’s
dome.
• • •
J. Edgar Boulder.
QWING to recent developments over
Irvin S. Cobb
which it had no control, I believe
j the Interior department temporarily
has shelved the idea of changing J.
Edgar Hoover’s name to J. Edgar Boul-
der, as was previously predicted In
these dispatches. But now certain
nuts about a girl, and 1 want to make i critics at Washington insist on accus-
iriwiil /»n Imr nnoonnt *• .
good on her account.
"What’s her name?”
"Patricia Hambidge. She lives at
Southampton, and she and her father
both knew the Bidders. They think
I’m young Bidder, of course.”
lng that gentleman of over-advertising
in connection with his latest activities.
Well, he has the advantage over some
press agents. When he promises
show he certainly puts it on upon the
day and date announced, with the hand
The next morning, Barry dropped I playing “The Alcatraz Drag”—and
in ugain on Pete Winslow. The law-
yer had talked with Peggy’s husband,
and was persuaded of his innocence.
They’ve got a prima facie case,
though,” he admitted. “The grand
every cage full.
• • •
Funny Foreign Names.
'y^yiRD from Warsaw is that
the
incumbent, the lion. Marjan Zyn-
jury 11 indict the boy, I m afraid. We’ll | dram Koscinlcowski, having resigned,
get him tried as quickly ns possible, the president of Poland has picked ns
and there isn t the slightest chance of the new premier none other than Gen.
his conviction.’
I Fellcyan Slawogskladkowskl. The lat-
Peter leaned forward, his fingers ter gentleman has already been in-
intertwlned between his knees.
“That was a shrewd question you
stalled up to and including his first
five or six syllables, the rest of the
asked that Filipino. Only I wish you’d name running as a second section.
asked It of me. He’s prepared now. !
Never mind. When it comes to cross- |
examination—”
He rose, with the Joy of battle In
his eyes.
“But be careful about tipping our
hand,” he said. “Bring In Mrs. Rog-
ers. I’d like to check up on her state-
ment.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Make It next week.”
“He’s a great lawyer,” Ernie Har-
wood said, when Barry repeated as
much of this conversation as It seemed
wise to repeat. "And a wizard at
cross-exumination. I’ve seen him dis-
credit one witness after another with
mere monosyllables. Tell Winslow I
may have a tip for him some day.
It’s nothing now. Just a phone call. I
But, If I ever find who It was—”
Barry devoted that evening to draft- ■
ing a letter for the real Jack Rldiler
to copy and send to his mother. Some- !
thing told him that whatever the boy |
wrote himself would be cold and re-
sentful. That would make the old
lady unhappy, and Barry didn’t want
her to be.
"I’ve got a Job on father’s paper,”
he wrote, with genuine pride. I’ve re- !
spected father’s wish as to using his
name — except at Southampton, of
course. They had to know there. At
The Globe, I’m on my own, and get-
ting ahead. I’ll be a credit to you
yet, darling.”
From that, he went Into some detail
as to his Interest In the friend “locked
up for murder he didn’t commit,” and
the need of funds for his defense.
Even to Jack Bidder, It was obvious
that the letter had to be sent, so sent
It was—In Jack Bidder’s hand-writ-
ing—from the railway station post box
at Southampton the following Friday.
Barry arrived on an early afternoon
train.
He had wired Evans to meet him,
and found Willetts waiting In the
front hall. There was no doubt now
that the butler suspected something,
and Barry, sure of what he suspected,
faced him with a broad grin. “What’s
the matter with you, Willetts?”
“Mutter, sir?”
“You’ve been acting queer ever since
the night Mrs. Rogers spent here. I
don’t know what you heard that
night?”
“Do you mean eavesdropping, sir?”
There was a pained surprise in the
man’s voice.
“Not me, sir. I’ve got my position
to remember. I’ve been a butler with
some of the best families.”
“All right,” Barry soothed him. “You
think I’m beck at the kind of be-
havior that alienated me from my fa-
ther. Well, I’m not. That ‘glittery
lady’ Is the wife of a man I met in
Florida. . . .”
And, for the third time that week,
Barry related his story.
"She’s a brave little kid,” he con-
cluded, “and she’s In trouble up to
her neck. I’m going to stand by her.
I’ve got a job on my father’s news-
paper—under an assumed name, be-
cause I want to win out on my own.
I’ve cabled my mother for money, and
everything I can get goes to that lady
until her husband can win on his own.
I’m going to be In town most of the
time now, working my head off,”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
So what you mistook for static on
the radio night before last was just
the news broadcaster trying to pro-
nounce him as a whole.
• * •
Ever Rising Taxes.
A NYBODY who fondly believes that,
** regardless of which outfit wins In
November, taxes won’t keep right on
going up and up has a thinking ap-
paratus that dates back quite u spell.
I’d say It dates hack to the climax
of the big rise, as set forth in the
Bible, and Is a direct Inheritance from
the skeptical folks who wouldn’t harken
to the prophetic warning.
Remember the scene, don’t you? The
forty days’ rain still beating relent-
lessly down, the freshet climbing high-
er and higher, the animals marching in
two by two.
And with the old ark starting to
move and Father Noah yelling, "All
aboard,” and with the waters closing
over their heads, those know-It-alls
still gurgling through their valedictory
bubbles, "Shuckln’s, there ain’t goln’ to
be no flood.”
• • •
Honoring Lee and Jackson.
T17TIEN the Post Office department
* V includes among the gallery of the
greatest Americans, to be pictured in
the new issue of memorial stamps, the
faces of the Confederate chieftains. Lee
and Jackson, what happens?
Why, nobody waves the bloody shirt.
Nobody ennobles the sorry word “trai-
tor” by applying It to the memories
of those two gallant soldiers and sim-
ple Christian gentlemen. Nobody in
the name of patriotism drags the moul-
dering bones of sectional rancor out of
the ground. Nobody beats the “Rogue’s
March for Rebels” on hate’s snare
drum.
Instead, all over the Union, men and
women applaud this generous but
merited gesture. A leading paper of
Boston—Boston, no less, once the
mulching bed of abolition and the
breeding ground for anti-southern
sentiment—editorially commends the
Idea.
IRVIN S. COBB
Copyright.—WNU service.
Railcar Popular in France
The railcar, or “automotrice,” as It
Is known there, is becoming one of the
rnoBt popular means of rapid passenger
transport in France. At the same time
great efforts are being made to increase
the speed of these railcars. Every few
weeks a new record Is established by
one of tlie rival constructing compa-
nies. Record was attained by M. Jean
Btigatti, who drove a Bugattl railcar
from Strasbourg to Paris in 3 hours 31
minutes, averaging 89.4 miles an hour.
Seventy-live Bugatti railcars are now
running on the French railway system.
M. Jean Bugatti considers that railcars
run on petrol are particularly useful
for ultra-rapid transit transport over
distances of three or four hundred
miles.—London Sunday Observer.
Fine to Kill the Appetite
Mayme—Dearie, did you ever try
smoking a cigar?
Jayne—Once, and for a week after
I didn't have any trouble sticking to
iuy reducing diet, darling 1
HEREDITY IDEA IS
REFUTED BY TWINS
—
Professor Studies 120 Pairs
in 10-Year Project.
_
Chicago.—Twins may look ns much ,
alike as two peas In a pod, but unless
they’ve been reared in the same en- |
vlroninent the ehances are the similar- I
it.v will end with their physical cbarac- ;
terlstlcs, Dr. H. n. Newman, Univer-
sity of Chicago biologist, has concluded. |
lie based his opinions on the results
of a ten-year study, In which he oh- j
served 120 pairs of twins, scattered
throughout the United States. The i
Importance of environment aud hered- j
It.v was studied in each case.
“While our data showed us many
surprising and conflicting things,” Doc-
tor Newman said, “we are able to say
that environment has the most effect
on temperament nnd some on Intelli-
gence. It has the least effect on phys- j
leal characteristics.
Heredity Is Discounted.
“Heredity accounts for only about !
”0 per cent of t lie temperamental and
emotional aspects of our twins, we dis
covered through application of stand- :
aril tests of 20 pairs of Identical twins,
whose heredity is, of course, Identical,
nnd who were separated in infancy and j
reared apart.”
Many differences In twins. Doctor
Newman nnd his associates found, were
not consistent with differences in social
environment. For Instance, he said:
“Two of our boys, Tom and Dick,
were alike in many outward respects.
But Tom, who had been adopted by a
poor family whose moral standards
were not high, was manly, independ-
ent and pleasingly aggressive.
“His brother, who had lived for 12
years with the family of a wealthy
physician, had not developed these
pleasing characteristics. Of course
these differences may even out In
time.”
In the case of Edith and nelen, Iden-
tical twins who are now twenty-seven,
Edith, who was reared on a farm, is
boyish, athletic and aggressive, said
Doctor Newman.
Helen, who hnd a softer, urban life,
is lady-like, to an exaggerated degree,
teaches music and dislikes athletics.
She has a slightly higher intelligence
quotient than her sister. This pair
showed the widest differences In ev-
ery way, Doctor Newman said.
Education Greatest Factor.
“Differences In identical twins,” Doc- |
lor Newman said, “seem to be about
50 per cent due to education, 15 per
cent to social environment, 10 per cent !
to health, nnd the rest to causes we
cannot classify.”
Mental differences of 11 years were
found In the case of twins who, al-
though endowed with the same mental
capacities, had had different education- 1
al advantages.
“The case of Fred and Ed was oar j
most celebrated one,” Doctor Newman i
related. “It was almost like a Gilbert
and Sullivan opera. These boys had
been adopted from an orphanage when
they were Infants by families in widely
separated parts of the country.
“But both had become electricians.
They were married the same year;
each had a boy child and each hnd
a fox terrier named Trixie. Both
worked for the Bell Telephone Go. 1
Fred so often was mistaken for Ed
and vice-versa by employees shifted i
throughout the organization that each !
began an Investigation which brought i
them together.”
Readers of Esperanto
Estimated at 1,000,000
Madison, Wis.—Two small printing
presses, sandwiched between a desk
nnd shelves bearing hundreds of books
nnd pamphlets in Esperanto here, are
the source of a bi-monthly magazine,
Science Gazeto, published in this uni-
versal language.
The same room also is home of Karl
Frodlng, the magazine's editor and
publisher. A card on his door reads
"The American Esperanto Institute."
One million persons in the world
are adept readers of Esperanto, Frod-
lng estimates, and 10,000,000 more have
some understanding of it.
Recognizing that it still Is "too early
to expect anything,” Frodlng is work-
ing toward the day when he believes
Esperanto will remove the barriers of
national languages.
A 25-Year-Old Hor.e
Hamilton, Mo.—Mrs. Terah Tuttle of
this city owns a saddle horse that is
twenty-five years old.
Heirs to $2,500,000
Are Sought in Vain
London.—The county courts of
England are waiting and eager to
give away $2,500,000 but they can
not find anyone to take it
For a year courts all over the
country have been trying to find the
rightful owner of hundreds of thou-
sands of dollars which have re-
mained unclaimed in their posses
slon for nearly a century. The
money Is mndo up of sums paid un-
der the trustees relief act, equity j
cases, and nonclaimed dividends un-
der administrative cases. The
amounts range from a few dollars
to thousands.
Before the county courts act of
1934 was passed this money re-
mained In the coart’s custody In-
definitely. Now under the new act,
after a year’s notice, all money paid
into court more than 15 years ago
Is to be handed over to the national 1
debt commissioners.
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Black-Draught has been kept on
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Mr. Lemons writes that lie takes it
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dull, tired feeling, biliousness.”
"And I take it if I feci uncomfort-
able after a heavy meal,” he adds. “I
especially use it for sick headache.
It certainly is good.”
When a man says “Black-Draught if
good," it is probably because he remembers
the prompt, refreshing relief it brought in
constipation troubles. It is a simple, herb
laxative; natural in composition and action.
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Great men are those who get their
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Gilbert, J. R. The Corrigan Press (Corrigan, Tex.), Vol. 42, No. 24, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 4, 1936, newspaper, June 4, 1936; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth643372/m1/4/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Livingston Municipal Library.