The Detroit News-Herald (Detroit, Tex.), Vol. 15, No. 51, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 25, 1943 Page: 4 of 4
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By STANLEY CORDELL
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I Ml call through.
But vkco at last he heard Prue'a
voice, the heat went out of him.
I “Hello, darling! I'll be an hour
late la arriving. A cow on the
track, or something . . . It’s going
to be marvelous seeing you again.”
“CaD me at the office the minute
you get in.”
Wesley hadn't seen her lor six
months. It seemed like six years.
He had promised himself over and
over again that he wouldn't go away
another time for so long a period
without taking Prue too—as his wife.
The train mas an hour and twelve
minutes late getting in to Millbanks.
Wesley went immediately into the
station and called Prue. She would
be through work in an hour; would
he meet her in the lobby of the Buck-
ingham?
Outside the station Wesley saw
Tony Metcalf. He was glad to see
anyone teat he knew, after being
anray so long.
'‘How are things, Tony? It’s good
seeing you again.”
“Back in the big town again, eh?
Suppose you’re heading for the
Buckingham. I’ll mralk along with
you. if you don't mind going by way
of Pleasant Street. I have an errand
to do."
'If there were anything strange in
Tony’s manner, Wes didn’t notice it.
He was too excited over tee prospect
of seeing Prue. When he met her
at the Buckingham she seemed love-
lier than ever. They had dinner at
the hotel, then went into the lobby
and sat down to talk. Time passed
ffeetingly, because each had so much
to tell the other. i
At 8:30 o'clock two men en-
tered tee lobby. They approached
be divan where Wes and Prue sat.
i “Are you Wesley Holmes?”
< “That’s right. What's an your
Wrind?”
“You’re under arrest for the mur-
der of Tony Metcalf .”
At headquarters Wes and Prue got
a glimmering of what it was all
about. Csptain Bullard showed them
a diary, written in Tony’s hand.
“Prue has turned me down in fa-
war of Wes Holmes. Best of luck to
them both, though it came as a
Back, far I loved her greatly . . .
Met Holmes at tee four o’clock train
toni^d wd walked up the hill with
him. He really is a nice chap. Whea
I ashed him about Rose he begged
me not to tell Prue. Well, why
should I?”
Wes was stunned. He looked at
Prue. Prue said. “I didn't want to
upset you by telling you about him.
darling. It was nothing. I thought
kw was merely being friendly. When
I found out differently I told him
we'd hare to stop seeing each other.
I met him for lunch today.”
“The diayy,” said Captain Bul-
lard, “was found in Metcalfs pock-
et. His body was discovered an
hour ago In te^aark—shot. One of
your gloves was also found there,
■stales. Now, tee fact teat you
—Metcalf not to mention to Miss
Fuller about Rose—”
“Rose? Rose who?” cried Wes. “I
don’t know any Rose, never heard
of a girl by that name.”
Captain Bullard locked uncon-
vinced.
“You did walk up the hill with
Metcalf this afternoon?”
“Yes. He wras at the station. Nei-
ther one of us mentioned Prue.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Nothing in particular. Every-
thing in general.”
“Had you been particularly friend-
ly with Metcalf?”
“No. He was never more than a
casual acquaintance.”
“Yet he meets you at the station.
Was that by chance, or did be want
to* ask you about Rose—to find out if
the girl he loved were marrying a
man worthy of her?”
“Look here," Wes cried wildly,
“this is all nonsense. I tell you
you’re crazy ”
“Perhaps we are,” agreed Cap-
tain Bullard. “That’s something that j
will have to be decided later. In j
the meantime, you may consider j
yourself under arrest.”
“Just a mixute, Captain,’ Prue
said. Prue’s lips were white, but ;
the startled, horrified look had left
her eyes. “Was your medical exam-
iner able to determine the approxi- |
mate time of Tony’s death?”
“He died at about 5:45, if it makes '
any difference.”
“It does. It makes this differ- {
ence: Tony committed suicide, but
was clever enough to make it ap-
pear as though Wes had murdered i
him. He didn’t want' either of us to ]
be happy He told me that this (
noon After lunch he must have j
gone and written those things in his
diary as he expected and planned
them to happen.”
“On just what do you base such a
deduction. Miss Puller? ”
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teM Ha. Yet tee train didn't gat
to wtfl 1:11 ■ met Wes at 1:1k
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The Detroit News-Herald (Detroit, Tex.), Vol. 15, No. 51, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 25, 1943, newspaper, March 25, 1943; Detroit, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth854909/m1/4/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Red River County Public Library.