Fellow. x A dainty lunch was aserved and ld Mot until the wee sma' hours arrived . All wish- much and prosperity in their the gathering Mr. Babcock and family ppiness | Folloggs ALL BRAN i) "ng vols Llong as you behave yourself. THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG THE YELLOW STUB QREAT NEW MYSTERY SERIAL By Ernest Lyn i CHAPTER 1X. "Come," & desp bass voice spoke from the room. Mooney turned the knob and slip- ped quietly into the room with Rand at his heels. They closed the door behind them and stood facing Fog- arty. He was sitting on the bed, tearing a letter from its envelope, and did not look up at once, obviously think- ing a bell boy had come. The utter silence in the room made him tura "his head. He saw Mooney and Jimmy. The letter dfop- ped from his grasp. He jumped to his feet. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded. *"git down, Fogarty." Mooney strode into the middle of the room and displayed his ballge. "Nobody's going to start any rough stuff as We want to sek you a few questiods." "you fresh dick, I'll have you busted for this!" The veins in Fog- arty's fat neck swelled. His fave turned several shades redder. "ATL right," "but wait till 1 get through. tht tiret place, Mr. Fogarty, did you ever hear of Henry Rand?" The t= tle detective was watching Fogarty closely. "Never heard of him." "Henry Rand of Grafton?" pur sued Mooney, his eyes still on the other's fact. "No." Fogarty shook his head. "what's the game?" he asked am grily. "Just this, Mr. Fogarty. A man by the name of Henry Rand-- this man's father , indicating Jim. my--"'was killed in a hotel in Graf- ton last Wednesday. The room was engaged Tuesday night by & man who gave the name of H. A. Jones of New York. That saan, by the way, had red hair," he said. » What's this, a frame-up?" Fog- arty gave contemptuous laugh. "you'll havé to come closer than that." "Pm pot through yet," continued Monday." = Hello--Mr. Blaine? This is Phil Mooney talking--a friend of Tom Fogarty's. Tim's in a little trouble. hI want to know from you when was the last time you saw him. You did, eh? What night? . . . Oh yeah. When did the game break up? ... Whst am I drivin' at? Ask Tom, 1 tell you." He hung up the receiver. "Yomr story's good as far as it gobs, Fo- garty, although it'll take a lot more checking than that. Now suppose you explain how that ticket got in that room." There was a knock at the door. "Come," called Fogarty. A bell boy deposited a tray bearing ginger ale and cracked ice and departed. Fogarty opened & bureau dfawer and pulled out a bottle, "Have a drink, Mr.--say what's your name, styway?" "Mooney," aswered the deteétive. "Ne, I don't drink." "Mr. Rand?" Fogarty turned to Jimmy, with a gesture of the hands toward the bottle. "No thanks, not just now." Fogarty poured himsalf a stiff drink, mixing it with ginger ale and ice. "Mooney," he sald, "I can't tell room, becalide -I didn't go to the theatre that night. It might sound like & funny ali to you, but I swear I gave that ticket away Mon- day aftérnoon."" He paused. "All right," snapped Mooney, "who did you give it to?" "Mooney, I gave that ticket to a woman." To Jimmy, who was listening in- tently, Fogarty's words were like a blow ih the face. "No, Fogarty!" he cried. *R couldn't have been a woman that aid this!" "Wait a minute, Rand," Mooney ordered. "Let's hear this thing through." He opened the wallet. "This handkerchief," he said, "fits in some place. . . « « Go Fogarty." Fogarty emptied his glass, his hand a trifle unsteady. "Here's all { know about it, Mooney," he'contin- ued. "Monday afternoon I happened to be passing the Paragon Theatre and I went in and got my ticket for the show that night. Ordinarily I call for it in the evening just before the show starts, unless I'm ordering an extra seat. "But I went'in and got the ticket and looked around at the billboards in the lobby. It was a pretty good show, so they sald---a musical com- ody. It was a sellout. : "Well, I came back to the hotel and something turned up--I'll tell you about it later--that made it impossible for me to go to the show. { was thinking of turhing in the ticket to the hotel porter when I met this woman. Olgs Maynard's her name. I got to know her when she was singing in_=a cabaret in town here. I knew she was down on her luck--she'd lost a couple of cabaret Joba for some reason or other-- and f asked her if she could use the ticket, a "She's a good singer herself, and nuts about the stage. . . . .Got ambi tions, I guess. Anyway, she took the ticket. That's the last I saw of her---and of the ticket, too, until you just showed it to me." "How well do you know this May- nard woman?" asked Mooney. "I've been out with her on a cou- ple of parties. Not very well, I guess. I met her in a cabaret." hays I» she working now?" "She 't working. she wasn't when I talked with her "What's the matter with her that she can't hold a job?" You say she's a good singer." 5 ; #1; don't kuow, Mooney. Maybe they got something on her. Maybe it's just tough breaks. I dont know," ~ "Is she crooked?" asked Mooney. iit: £ fi you how that ticket got in the A Revelation in Tea Goodness-- The purity and fragrance of "SALADA' TX .A Brown Label 75c Sr i wr -- her address," he said. He shifted un- comfortably on the bed. Moéney turned to Jimmy. "We'll got a cad and go up there, Rand. We won't call her up." He picked up the handkerchief, which lay on the chair with the stub. To Fogarty he said, "Can you tell me whether this is the Maynard woman's hand- Kkerehief." Fogarty shook his head. "Pid she use this kind of per- fume?" Mooney persisted. "Couldn't tell you, Mooney." Fo- garty barely glanced at the hand- kerchief. He stared out of the window. "Fogarty," Mooney's voice was sharp, like the crack of a whip, "you're holding back something, Out with It!" "Wait a minute, Mooney." It was Jimmy. "Fogarty, did she say any- thing to you about going out of town Fogarty did not answer. He was At least has induced its tremendou larity. Orange Pekoe Blend 85c staring out of the window, brows knit fn a frown. "Come on, out with it, Fogarty!" snapped Mooney. "You're not out of the woods yet yourself." Fogarty turned to face him. "Yes, she did," he said. 'She sald she was golag to Grafton the next day to look for a job." (To be comtinued). his Very Low Birth Rate. London, Feb. 4--The birth rate in England and Wales last year was the lowest ever recorded there except In the war years of 1917 and 1918. Last year the birth rate was 18.3 per 1,000. The death rate was 13.2 in England and Wales last year. 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