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SYNOPSIS
David Mallory, In search of newspaper
work In New York, is forced to accept a
Job as switch-board operator In a swank
apartment house, managed by officious Tim
othy Higgins. There David meets Miss
Agatha Paget, a crippled old lady, and her
charming niece, Allegra. One day. talking
with Higgins In the lobby. David Is alarmed
by a piercing scream. David finds the
•cream came from the Ferrlter apartment,
not far from the Pagets’. The Ferrlters In
clude Lyon and Everett, and their sister,
lone. Everett, a genealogist, Is helping
Agatha Paget write a book about her blue
blooded ancestors. Inside the apartment
they find a black-bearded man—dead. No
weapon can be found.
CHAPTER ll—Continued
— 3—
Hoyt had brought down a thick
shouldered person with an unlighted
cigar clamped in his jaws who ad
vanced and tapped Higgins on the
shoulder so that the superintendent
jumped.
“Higgins?” his accoster asked.
“Cm on. Captain wants you.”
My employer cast a look of ap
peal over his shoulder as he was
marched away. It puzzled me. I
could not imagine him a murderer,
yet he had asked me for an alibi.
An elderly young man in a Ches
terfield overcoat, with a cane hooked
over his arm and glasses tethered
to a black cori, approached the po
liceman at the door, stood for some
minutes, not in argument but con
versation with the sentinel, and then
pushed past him, undeterred.
Something in his cocksure swag
ger irked me and woke foggy recol
lection. As he spoke, I recognized
him. He had strolled through the
anteroom of the Sphere’s offices that
noon while I had waited for the
scornful office boy to tell me once
again that Lomax, the city editor,
could not see me.
“ ’Evening,” said the intruder
briskly. “I’m from the Sphere.
Duke. Larry Duke.”
It was childish to vent my griev
ance against Lomax upon his report
er, but my nerves were jangled and
I had had no lunch, thanks to my
fruitless journey to the Sphere’s of
fice.
“Yes?” I said.
Duke leaned against the switch
board and lit a cigarette. That
made me angrier. I needed one so.
“Had a little killing upstairs, eh?”
he asked. “Know anything about
It?”
“Plenty,” I told him. “I found
the body.”
That shook him up. He jerked so
that his eyeglasses fell off. He
hauled copy paper from his pocket.
“Ain’t,” he grinned, “ain’t this
Bomepin? First, let’s get your name
right.”
I gave it to him. He printed it
carefully at the top of the page.
“Now,” he gloated, “tell me all
about it. How did you know there’d
been a killing? When did it happen?”
“Easy,” I said. “I’m not work
ing for the Sphere.”
He put on his glasses again and
stared at me.
“I don’t get you,” he said at last.
“Sure you don’t,” I told him and
1 loved it. I was landing a punch at
last after being hammered all over
the ring. “You don’t get me—or a
word out of me.”
He looked at me harder.
“Now wait,” he wheedled. “Don’t
be that way. If you can give this to
me exclusive, there’ll be a piece of
change in It for you.”
“I can,” I said, “but I won’t, and
I’ll tell you why.”
It felt so good to get a little of
my own back that I wanted more.
And besides I never saw a man
with a black tie-rope to his glasses
whom I liked. In my mind I com
bined Duke and his boss, Lomax,
retaining the worst features of both.
“Believe it or not,” I told the re
porter, “I used to be a newspaper
man myself. I came to this town
with a letter to Lomax from Doc
Gilchrist. When Lomax didn’t have
two nickels to rub together, Doc
gave him a job and taught him all
he knows. I sent in the letter. Lo
max was busy; come back in a
week. In a week he was still busy.
And the week after and the week
after that.”
“Boy,” said Duke, “there are a
lot better newspaper men than you’ll
ever be looking for work in this
town and not finding any.”
“Maybe,” I granted. “If you knew
the story I could write at present,
you’d change your mind. Not get
ting a job isn’t what gripes. Your
boss is too important even to give
old Doc Gilchrist’s friend a hand
shake and wish him luck. Doc read
me his letter to Lomax. Which is
one of the reasons why I say hell
with him and with you.”
The thick man stood beside me;
he had chewed an inch off his cigar
since I had seen him last.
“Hi, Larry,” he said to Duke and
turning to me:
“If you’ve finished the lecture,
I mug, the Captain wants you up
j stairs. As a matter of fact, he
wants you anyway. On your feet.”
“Hey listen, Jake,” the reporter
begged, “give me a steer, will you?
What’s going on? Is it big?”
“Colossal,” the other replied,
pushing me toward the elevator.
“Shannon’ll see you boys later. I
can’t stop now."
He glared at me all the way up
stairs. I glared back. I felt better
somehow. They had cops like him
in my own town and besides, for
the first time since 1 reached New
York, I felt I fas important to
tomebody
HOUSTON HOME JOURNAL. PERRY. GEORGIA
CHAPTER 111
The patrolman still stood before
the Ferriter door. It was open and
I could hear men inside talking and
furniture being moved and I saw
the short white glare of a flashlight.
Jake pushed me off the elevator and
I kept from asking him how he’d
like a sock in the nose, remember
ing just in time that this wasn’t my
town.
“Whoa,” he said as I turned to
ward the open door. “Not there,
sap. In here.”
He jerked his head toward the
Paget apartment, turned the door
knob and waved me in before him.
It was dark by now and all the
lights were on in the workroom.
Three men were there. The ember
head, who I learned was Captain Ma
lachi Shannon of the Homicide
Squad, kept walking up and down
before Higgins who sat and sweated
in a chair by the desk where a
greasy little dick took shorthand. In
the corner, calmly alert, Miss Paget
occupied her wheel chair. She
seemed more out of place, yet even
more wholly enjoying herself, than a
bishop in a crap game.
I must have showed what I
thought for in the moment’s silence,
while Shannon walked up and down
the rug again and Higgins perspired
more, the old lady said:
“The Captain’s associates are still
busy in the Ferriter flat, David. So
I put my own at his service.”
The grin, that lent her withered
face youth, heartened me. Shannon
“I came East for work
I didn’t get.”
turned on Higgins again, started to
speak, bit his lip, rumpled his hair
and said at last:
“All right. You can go. But not
far. I may want you later.”
“Yes, sir.” Higgins grunted, heav
ing himself up. The chair I took
was warm from the superintendent’s
stewing. Jake stood in the door
way, and chewed his cigar. Shan
non rumpled his hair some more
and then wheeled on me.
“Now get this,” he stormed, “I
want the truth out of you.”
Partly, it was the presence of the
old lady; partly, it was because I
hadn’t liked being pushed around by
Jake. My squabble with Duke had
boosted my morale, too.
“And get this,” I told Shannon
and he gaped: “I’ll tell you just
as much more if you don’t yell.”
His eyes were clever for all the
Irish obstinacy of his freckled face.
“Tough, eh?” he asked at last.
“With tough guys.”
I thought I saw traces of amuse
ment on his face. I did not know
whether Miss Agatha coughed or
snorted. Shannon hesitated. I said:
“To save us both time, my name
is David Mallory, twenty-nine, em
ployed since last Saturday as a hall
man here, living in the superintend
ent’s flat in the cellar.”
“Ah,” Shannon purred, looking at
me hard, “one of these wise birds?”
“I passed for one,” I replied, “in
my home town. Even the cops said
so.”
“Cops knew quite a lot about you,
eh?” the Captain asked politely.
“They did,” I admitted. “I was
a reporter on the News, in Omaha.
You can check up on that, though
I'd rather you wouldn’t.”
“I see,” said Shannon in a decep
tively mild voice, “then what are
you doing on a job like this?”
“I have a yen for food,” I an
swered and wished that Miss Paget
were somewhere else. “I just can’t
get along without it. I came East
for work I didn’t get. I ran into
Eddie Hoyt—he’s on the elevator—
last week. His father had worked
for mine. Eddie got me this job.
We were kids together.”
“And if you were so hard up as
that,” the Captain went on and I
felt something tense behind his
pleasant manner, “why didn’t you
go back to Omaha?”
I drew a breath.
“I’ll make this,” I said, trying to
be jaunty about it, “as short and as
cheerful as I can. Hunter, who was
city editor of the Sphere, liked my
work. He sent for me to come on.
Hunter was canned the day I’d
planned to come and a so-and-so
named Lomax took his place.”
“I know him,” Shannon nodded.
“It’s nothing to boast about. They
gave me a farewell dinner on the
News and a gold watch. I haven’t
either of them now. My boss in
Omaha, Gilchrist, raised Lomax
from a pup, but not very far. Gil
christ gave me a letter. He waa
certain it would get me the job Hunt
er had promised. Well, it didn’t. Or
it hadn’t up to noon today, which
was the last time I called at the
Sphere office.”
“I won’t crawl back home,
whipped. That’s why I’m in this
handsome, second-hand uniform. II
lets me stay alive here, and I make
the rounds of the papers in my spare
time. Every office boy in town now
locks the city room door when he
sees me coming."
I hated the shaky quality of my
laugh.
“You can check up," I invited,
“through the Omaha chief or the
News—but you can see why I’d rath
er you didn’t.”
He nodded, thought a minute and
then sat down with a sigh.
“All right, fella,” he said with the
comradeship cops can always show
when they need newspaper help.
“Here’s what we know so far.”
He rattled through a catalogue of
unrelated details:
Blackbeard had been stabbed
through the heart. No one knew
how he got into the Morello, for
there was no entrance to this main
building except the foyer or by ele
vator from the basement. No iden
tification had been found in his
clothes, though there was money in
his pocket. No one knew whether
the Ferriters knew him. lone was
still too hysterical to be questioned.
Neither of her brothers had come
in. Everett had gone out at four
o’clock. No one had seen Lyon,
the older brother, since he left the
apartment house that morning.
“That,” said Shannon, “is as far
as we’ve gone. What have you got
to add?”
I was so slow in answering that
his eyes grew hard again. Aston
ishment silenced me. In the confu
sion before and after the finding of
the dead man, I had forgotten that
last telephone call from the Ferriter
flat. Memory of it, flashing back
now, blew my mind about.
“Sorry,” I told the Captain and
gave a weak grin. “I just remem
bered something. I took a phone
call from Threg B a half-hour—
maybe twenty minutes—before Miss
Ferriter began her screaming. Per
haps I heard the man killed.”
Even the oily little stenographer
stared at me.
“What time was this?” Shannon
asked hoarsely.
“Just before Miss Paget’s chair
broke down. That made me forget.”
I told of the phone call from the
Ferriter flat, of the comment in a
thick, foreign tongue, apparently to
someone else in the apartment and
of the muffled thump that followed.
“What number was it?” Shannon
asked,
I shrugged.
“Spring—something. It’s on the
pad downstairs.”
“Jake,” the Captain snapped. The
detective clumped down the hall.
Shannon ran fingers through his hair
again and squinted at nothing,
“Know anything about these Fer
riters?” he asked suddenly.
“No. I’ve been here only a week.”
“Never heard why the three of
them came here?”
Miss Paget cleared her throat and
then spoke precisely.
“It was through me, Captain. Ev
erett Ferriter, as I told you, is a
genealogist of some reputation. He
has been helping me with a book I’m
compiling. When Mrs. Reynolds
wished to rent her apartment, I told
Everett about it. They are appar
ently gentlefolk, if that means any
thing.”
“Not much, begging your par
don,” Shannon retorted.
Miss Agatha nodded. “I quit*
agree,” she said.
Amusement puckered the Cap
tain’s eyelids. He turned to me.
“When did this other one, thii
Lyon Ferriter, go out?”
I thought and shook my head.
“I haven’t seen him today at all.
The others on the hall—”
Shannon’s angry grunt cut m<
short.
“They didn’t see Blackbeard conn
in; they didn’t see this Lyon go out.
Yet he is out. And Blackbeard it
across the hall. And you say some
one made a phone call from thai
apartment and, unless he was talk
ing to himself, there was another
guy with him.”
He rumpled his hair further. }
asked Miss Agatha:
“Are the Ferriters foreign born?”
She shook her head.
“I believe not. They speak ex
cellent English.”
“Then,” I went on, “it was Black
beard who telephoned. A thick voici
that sounded as though it might b«
German.”
Jake entered with the call sheet.
The half-devoured cigar wabbled ir.
his mouth and his finger shook ai
he handed the page to his chief and
pointed.
The Captain said no word bu«
looked for a long minute before h*
held the paper out to me with hii
thumbnail indenting its margin.
“That the call?” he asked in i
voice I felt he kept so mild by greml
effort.
“Yes,” I said. “At three-thirtj
by the clock on the switchboard. J
don’t know whether it was comply
ed or not. I plugged in and theo-V'
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WILLKIE AND LA GUARDIA
Mr. Willkie, in the campaign now
closed, pointing to the mounting
debts and deficits of the federal gov
ernment and the trend toward price
inflation if it isn’t stopped said: “It’s
like a person paying premiums into
a life insurance company that is
becoming bankrupt. The premiums
are paid but the principal is never
called back from the bankrupt in
surance company.” Whereupon
Mayor LaGuardia jumped up and
down squeaking, “reckless, irre
sponsible, false.”
The mayor said that, if Mr. Will
kie had made such a statement in
New York about an insurance com
pany, he could have been arrested
and sent to jail. He called it an
insult to congress and an attempt
to frighten the aged, women, chil
dren and the blind and “our govern
ment has never repudiated a legal
obligation. Every one knows, that.”
I would like to have Mr. LaGuar
dia show me thre law that would put
a stockholder of an insurance com
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testing a course of waste and extrav
agance inevitably leading to bank
ruptcy and the loss of policyholders’
benefits.
It was ridiculous. There is no
such law except as to false state
ments. We are all stockholders in
this government. Mr. Willkie was
completely correct and well within
his rights.
• * *
CAMPAIGN HISTORY
At the close of his 1932 campaign
the Republicans fired a shot that
threw a terrific scare into Mr.
Roosevelt’s headquarters. I was
there and I know. They said that,
in rank violation of the specific
platform, Mr. Roosevelt planned to
debase the gold content of the dol
lar.
Public reaction adverse to Mr.
Roosevelt was so alarming that
something had to be done about it,
“right now.” Mr. Roosevelt’s rec
ord for keeping promises as gover
nor of New York was nothing to
write home about. There was how
ever, one man in our camp whose
honor was so bright and his knowl
edge so profound that his word would
be accepted at absolute par by all
the people. His name was Carter
Glass. He was ill, but our need
was great enough to drag him from
a sick bed.
After conference with the candi
date, he went on the air and deliv
ered the most devastating blast of
the campaign, repudiating the Re
publican charge as an assault on the
credit of the United States.
Mr. Roosevelt called it a “mag
nificent phillipic” and then proceed
ed to “register gravity, earnestness
and sincerity in indignant denial.”
Words could not have been invented
to make his promise clearer or more
emphatic, that no such terrible thing
would ever be done.
Six months after his election, Mr.
Roosevelt violated the promise of his
platform, the promise of Senator
Glass, his own most solemn promise.
WILLKIE AND JOE PEW
During the campaign Mayor La-
Guaj-dia said that Joe Pew dictated
the nomination of Mr. Willkie at
Philadelphia. What are the facts?
I know and like Joe Pew. He is
forthright but an Economic Royalist
with the courage of his conviction.
He pays the best wages in indus
try. He takes care of his workers
in sickness and in health. His men
will tell you that he is the best
employer they know, but he is frank
ly a political reactionary.
At Philadelphia he was enthusias
tic for Robert Taft. All the politicos
were against Wendell Willkie. Mr.
Pew actually did control the Penn
sylvania delegation. When the crit
ical ballot came, he missed the boat.
After sticking consistently with Taft
—on that last ballot, when Pennsyl
vania’s time to vote came, the state
passed. If Joe Pew’s intention was
to push Willkie over and claim cred
it, he certainly missed the bus. Be
fore Pennsylvania could vote, the up
surge of popular opinion for Willkie
had been so great that he was nom
inated before Pennsylvania voted.
Every newspaper man knows the
truth of what I say. Joe Pew never
came out for Willkie until others had
nominated him.
One reason for the defeat of A1
Smith in 1928 was that he went
through the Middle West surrounded
on the back platform, not by those
prairie roughneck neighbors of
mine, but by life-long friends—New
York and Tammany politicians.
They may be all right but they can
never click in the great open spaces.
Al’s answer to criticism was: “I
am not ashamed of my friends.
Take me as I am or not at all.”
That is high principle, but not good
politics.
Willkie hadn’t been a particular
friend or familiar of Joe Pew. But
when he went through Pennsylvania
during the campaign Joe hopped the
train and stayed. That wasn’t Wen
dell’s fault. It was just his innate
sense of hospitality. He couldn’t
kick an ardent supporter out on the
right-of-way.
• • •
MORE HISTORY
When you stop to review the year
and campaign just passed, you can’t
avoid saying that the Willkie up
surge is one of the most remarkable
political phenomena Li our history.
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