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SYNOPSIS
David Mallory, In search of newspaper
work In New York, Is forced to accept a
Job ns iwttch-board operator In a swank
apartment house, managed by officious Tim
othy Higgins. There David meets Miss Aga
tha Paget, a crippled old lady, and her
Charming niece. Allegra. One day. talking
vlth Higgins In the lobby, David Is alarmed
by a piercing scream. David finds the
acream came from the Ferriter apartment,
not far from the Pagets’. The Ferriters 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. The police arrive.
CHAPTER lll—Continued
“It wasn’t completed,” Shannon
replied. ‘‘lf it had been we’d have
been here an hour sooner. He was
calling Police Headquarters when he
was killed.”
He plumped into his chair as
though the weight of jumbled facts
had pushed him over.
“From three-thirty on, there was
someone in the hall all the while?”
“I think so. I left Higgins there
when I brought Miss Paget upstairs.
Hoyt was there when I went down
again.”
“And neither* of them saw anyone
go out,” he sharled like the victim
of a practical joke. “And you
didn’t?”
“No.”
He jumped up and began to walk
the room, his jaw hard. Miss Aga
tha, leaning forward in her chair,
watched him with the interest of a
spectator at play.
“Could anyone leave without pass
ing through the foyer?” Shannon
threw at me.
“There’s the fire escape,” I sug
gested, “or the dumb-waiter.”
“Thanks,” he said savagely. “The
fire escape hasn’t been used in
months. I happened to think of that.
And the dumb-waiter rope broke this
morning and that tub of lard Hig
gins hasn’t fixed it yet. Yet some
body stabbed that guy next door and
got away. How?”
“Stabbed him with what?” I asked
and only made him angrier.
“If I knew,” he squalled, “I’d not
be suffering here. A knife, you goof.
A knife that was in this.”
He darted to the desk and held a
leather sheath, blackened by long
wear, up before me.
“Ever see that before?” he de
manded and, scarcely waiting for
my denial, plunged on. “We found
this under Blackbeard’s armpit—
empty. Where’s the knife? Gone
with the murderer.”
The hands he ran so frantically
through his reddish gray hair
aeemed at last to control his mind.
He asked me suddenly;
“Higgins had a key to that flat?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone else beside these Ferri
lers?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Higgins says not,” he growled.
“Higgins goes in and messes up that
phone receiver with his big paws
until there’s not a clear fingerprint
on it. Wait a minute.”
His eyes sparkled.
“Where was Higgins when you
took that call?’’
I saw Miss Agatha shift a little
In her chair, start to speak and
I check herself. I said:
“Upstairs on the elevator.”
“Doing w’hat?”
I kept all feeling out of my voice.
“He said he was fixing the water
tank on the roof.”
“You can go,” Shannon decided.
“Joke, bring that big beef back
here.”
Miss Agatha said mildly as I rose:
“Timothy was on the fourth floor
I’m certain, Captain.”
“Sure he was,” he agreed. “I
Just want to see if anyone saw him
there.”
He was pacing the floor again
and the old lady was smiling oddly
as Jake led me out. I felt Miss
! Agatha would confide in Shannon
when I was gone.
Hoyt was on the elevator. He
' looked at me hard but said nothing
[ while Jake took me downstairs. Hig-
I gins was arguing with a half-dozen
j men in the foyer and getting no-
I where. I could tell they were re
porters and the sight of them made
! me homesick. Higgins looked worse
t than I felt when Jake led him back
Ito the oar. His face was gray and
his eyes made me think of a steer
in a slaughterhouse chute. I waited
by the elevator shaft till Hoyt came
down again. With him was a po
liceman who shooed the reporters
off the settees and out of the door.
I followed Eddie over to the switch
board.
“You don’t think,” I asked and the
words sounded foolish, “that Hig
gins is tied up in this thing?”
j “Be your age,” Hoyt advised me
and then grinned. “The big boy looks
sick, don’t he?’’
“That’s what made me wonder.”
“Look,” Eddie muttered. “You
Know that smart little trick on the
fourth floor—Mrs. Arnold’s maid?
Well, Mrs. Arnold’s out this after
noon and Mrs. Higgins is away till
tomorrow. And two and two
makes—”
“Ah-hah!” I said.
“Right,” Hoyt agreed. “Higgins
has got an alibi, all right, but I
think they’ll have to tear it out of
him. That’s why he looks so sick.”
“Well,” I told him, “an alibi is
w alibi.”
HOUSTON HOME JOURNAL. PERRY, GEORGIA
A half-hour went by. A couple of
the homicide men went away with
their black satchels. A few indig
nant tennants worked through the
blockade beyond the front door and
hurried along the foyer talking to
themselves. Eddie turned the car
over to Boone of the night shift and
went home, and Fineman, my relief,
had just come in when Higgins came
downstairs again.
He looked sick till he saw me and
then he looked hearty once more.
“Hey,” he called. “You. Come
here.”
I had been through a lot that aft
ernoon and I suppose my mind had
slowed up. I really thought he want
ed to thank me for saying he had
been on the roof, so when he spoke
I stood and stared. His voice sound
ed as if he was afraid someone
would overhear, but he could have
been no angrier if he had screamed.
“You had your chance,” he told
me. “You didn’t want it, eh? All
right. I don’t want you. Get your
things and scram.”
“Wait a minute,” I stalled. “If
you’re canning me, what’s it for?”
“After what I’ve been through up
stairs,” he wheezed and his big
fists were clenched, “you’ve got the
guts to ask that. Slandered me and
a poor innocent girl, so ye did. You
ought to thank me I’m just kicking
you out into the gutter where you
belong, instead of calling a cop.”
His voic& had got away from him.
A blond young man—one of our ten
ants but I didn’t know which—
paused an instant and stared at us
before he went into the elevator. He
looked so sleek and handsome and
“I want my book to keep them
from going Paget.”
contented and so much else I was
not, that the anger Higgins had kin
dled blazed up in me. I didn’t even
try to keep my voice down.
“You two-timing tomcat,” I told
him. “Go ahead and kick me out
and we’ll see who lands in the gut
ter first. Now get this, I never
knew where you’d been this after
noon till I came down here. Now
that I’m wise that leaves just one
in the house who isn’t —Mrs, Hig
gins!”
“Will you be still?” he asked in a
hushed voice, and I knew from his
eyes he was going to hit me.
“Go ahead,” I invited. “There’s
plenty of reporters outside. It’ll
make a good story. The tabloids
will have pictures, too. One of you
in Wilson’s uniform, maybe.”
I waited. He stood still and at
last opened his mouth,
I never found out what he was
going to say for Fineman, at the
switchboard, called:
“Hey, Mallory. You’re wanted up
in Three A right away.”
“Don’t bother to pack for me,” I
told Higgins. “I’ll do it myself
when I come down.”
Boone, on the elevator, kept glanc
ing at me as he took me up. Maybe
I looked as sick as I felt. Anger
is worse than liquor on an empty
stomach.
They had closed the door of the
Ferriter flat but there still was
movement inside. I rang the Paget
bell. The girl in uniform I’d seen
in the hall while Miss Ferriter was
screaming let me in. She led me
down the hall and stood aside at an
open door. I started to enter but
astonishment stopped me. I could
only stand on the threshold and
stare without belief.
CHAPTER IV
Miss Agatha Paget laid a red ten
on a black jack. A tall glass stood
beside the cards on her table. A
cigarette dangled from her lips.
Through its smoke her eyes shone
bright as the diamond pin at the
throat of her black silk gown.
She should have been knitting in
stead of playing Canfield. The drink,
the cards and the tobacco seemed
as out of place as a cuspidor in
church. She blew a cloud from her
nose, ground out the cigarette on a
tray, and nodded toward a chair.
“Come in, David,” she said. “Sit
down.”
I obeyed. She held a card above
the layout, placed it and then looked
square at me.
“If that is an air of affronted pi
ety,” she told me, “I can get along
without it. When you’re my age,
David, you’ll take to the small vice*
remaining, as compensation for oth
ers you’ve missed. Have a drink?”
She looked toward a cellarette in
the corner. I shook my head. Her
sharply angled, eager face made
me wonder whether the vitality de
nied her crippled legs had not flowed
upward, to invigorate the rest of
her. She took a long pull at her
glass and wiped her lips on a lacy
handkerchief.
“Grove,” she began, “tells me
you’ve been discharged.”
I didn’t know Grove but I said:
“I have. I'm supposed to have
bared the amours of the basement
Casanova.”
She gave her husky chuckle.
“It was I who bared them. Only
a remarkable man could be wrong
as often as Timothy.”
She tinkled the ice in her glass,
sipped it again and then looked
straight at me.
“What are you going to do?”
“When you sent for me,” I said,
“I was just going to take a poke at j
Higgins.”
The wrinkles about her eyes deep
ened.
“You quote Kenneth Grahame;
you want to punch Timothy. What
other recommendations have you?”
I did not understand. She prompt
ed.
“You’ve been a reporter. What
else can you do?”
I could not see where all this led,
but I answered:
“I’m a fair blocking halfback and
a good fencer. I also ride, swim
and know a couple of card tricks.”
“College, eh?”
I wondered if this was her idea ol
amusing herself.
“B. A.” I told her. “The diploma
is in Omaha. I also had a Phi Beta
key but I haven’t now—-there are
rules against hoarding gold, you see.
I can ransom my dress clothes
though, if you feel you need a but
ler. They’re in the trunk my former
landlady is keeping for me. She in
sisted on it.”
I had begun to feel like a labora
tory specimen under her regard. II
bothered me. When Miss Page!
asked: “Would you care to work for
me?” I shook my head.
“Kind of you,” I told her, “but 1
think not. I’ve got relatives in Ne
braska if I want charity.”
I think that surprised her. She
lit another cigarette.
“My boy,” she said through a
smoke cloud, “I’m beginning to un
derstand why Higgins doesn’t like
you. It isn’t charity. People I help
have to work for what they get, U
that clear?”
It wasn’t, but I nodded. She went
on;
“I’m working, with Mr. Ferriter,
on a genealogy of the Paget family.
You’ve heard of the Pagets.”
“Sorry,” I said and hoped my de
nial would irk her. Instead she
grinned and for an instant it seemed
time had worn her old face so thin
that a valiant spirit shone through
the mask.
“Weren’t you lucky,” said Misa
Agatha, “to have been raised in Ne
braska? If you’ll stop being suspi
cious, I’ve something to tell to you.”
She finished her drink. Her eyes
were bright and mocking.
“Paget, David, isn’t just a family
name. It’s a religion—a very exclu
sive, comfortable religion. The only
reason there wasn’t a Paget on the
Mayflower is that the ship had no
royal suite. There aren’t any D. A.
R.’s or Sons of the Revolution
among the Pagets. You see, the pa«
triots were rather a mixed lot. f
was raised in the fear of Pagetry
and I’m doing a book about my fore
bears byway of reprisal. I need i
man, preferably one who nevei
heard of the Pagets, who can take
what the heliotrope Mr. Ferriter dig*
up and write it. He can’t—or he’»
afraid to.”
“A genealogy is just a catalogue,”
I told her. “You won’t need a writ
er.”
“Wrong all the way,” she told me
briskly. “That’s just what I do
need. There’s never been a genealo
gy like this one. I’m prying the
highly polished veneer off Pagetry
I’m going to tell the story of a fam
ily that is full of cowards and scoun
drels and hypocrites and cheats and
sluggards—like your family, like all
families. I’m going to give as much
space to my ancestors’ frailties as
to their virtues. It’ll be a big book.”
Again she gave that robust chuck
le. I asked, defensively, for I felt
her sweeping me along:
“Who’ll dare to publish it?”
“I will,” she said, and her teeth
bit through an invisible thread. “One
copy for each of the Pagets. Most
of them are too far gone for the
truth to reach them, but I want my
children to know all about Pagetry
before they’re much older. They
aren’t really my children, though 1
raised them. My brother and sis
ter-in-law died when Grosvenor was
thirteen and Allegra ten.
“Grove is working in a bond house
for all he’s worth—which is about
half of what he gets. Allegra is toe
pretty to have brains, yet she has
them. I want my book to keep their
from going Paget. Every family
should have a factual account of its
ancestors, their weaknesses and fr<
bles and misdemeanors and felonies
The Pagets will be the first to get i>
I don’t want my youngsters to gc
the family delusion that just being i
Paget is all that should be enpect*
of anyone.”
(TO DE CONTINUEDi
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New York Symphony
The shiny look of the midtown
area Saturday evenings, when it is
drenched with humanity out for a
good time, making the atmosphere
laugh . . . Ships from Nazi-domi
nated nations anchored in the Hud
son river. A whiff of deep tragedy
surrounded by the peaceful, visual
rhapsody that is the Hudson river
sector. The maze of alleyways near
the East river, reeking with mys
tery in the middle of the night, and
wearing a blaring ugliness during
the day . . The uptown gym urg
ing that you learn jiu-jitsu, to help
our defense program. The instruc
tors are Japanese . . . The trees
in the city’s parks wearing their
autumn make-up. Featuring a tap
estry of colors that makes your eves
Bing.
The orgy of silence cloaking Riv
erside drive at midnight, sprinkled
| with lovers slipping into the deep
quiet without hurting it . . . Starv
ing actors making the rounds of
booking agents housed in the mil
lion-dollar Radio City edifices . . .
The workers in the subway change
booths gripped by the clutches of
boredom, looking into nowhere . . .
The Times building electricks flash
ing the news of the world to a
Broadway that makes news every
moment.
The cut-rate book shops that sell
classics for two-bits and cheap song
sheets for the same price . . . The
fame and fortune starved, drinking
in and enjoying the jeweled first
nighters during intermissions. They
seem to be happier than the first
nighters they long to be.
Old, posy-selling ladies, wearing
their sadness uncomfortably, desir
ing to brighten your life with a few
of their flowers . . . The entertain
ers in the knick-knack nightclubs,
whose make-believe makes other
people happy, haunting the cafete
rias after work, trying to make
believe they are gay . . . Doormen
in front of theaters wearing million
dollar uniforms with lead quarter
jobs, shouting at no one in particu
lar at the top of their voices . . .
The great gabfest continually going
on between Greenwich Village intel
lectuals at musty bars. When they
get done with a subject, it’s a nerv
ous wreck , . . The 14-karat love
lies who came to the city to sit on
the success throne, and are grate
ful to get jobs as waitresses.
The coffee-pot philosophers, com
posed of cabbies, musicians, wait
ers and other night workers, who
enjoy themselves thrashing out
world problems over a cupacawfee
during the 3-to-5 ayems . . . The
skyscrapers and the sunrise tinted
j with colors of silent music. Na
[ lure’s thrilling overture to a new
| day . . . Cloudy-eyed successes
| sprawled across Lindy’s chairs, dis
cussing their worries and troubles.
And the tourists, who see them and
drool with envy—for “such a won
derful existence’’ . . . The fairy
land skyline, ultra-thrilling when
you see it from the ferry, wearing a
j shiny coat of moonglow ... A lone
ly plane racing over the city, its
landing lights looking like moving
jewels against the night-time sky.
The movie theaters around town
giving away all kinds of things to
attract patrons—except entertain
ment . . . The sheer artistry with
which bus drivers maneuver the gi
gantic things through the maze of
downtown traffic . . . The so-whatty
craze that afflicts almost everybody
at this time of the year—guessing
football results . . . The organ
grinder with the monkey that is al
ways in films about New York as
something typical of the city, but
we haven’t seen one for years . .
The soapboxer down at Union
square making the air shiver from
his growls about the “recession.”
Remember how popular that word
used to be? Why don’t these bores
get a new act?
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Broadway at five ayem: When
all its throbbing excitement has
boiled down to a murmuring hush
. . . The new rubber tires on milk
wagons, a blessing to light sleep
ers . . . The antique shop on Third
Ave. It has a picture of Ben Bernit
in the window . . . The continuous
sleight-of-tongue by auctioneers wht
blah-blah about a 10-cent item with
] as much fervor as if they were run
ning for public office . . . The
| whacky intolerance of an uptown
j barber shop. They have a sign in
the window announcing that they
don’t give haircuts to red heads
Ever hear of anything dopier than
that?
The castle-like Fifth Ave. library
reading room filled with linemployec
drinking knowledge . . . Broad
way’s blood-stream—the amazinj
lights that decorate a sector fille<
with the cheapest kind of honky
tonk establishments . . . The eeri>
quiet running wild throughout Cei
tral park during the wee hours. 1
is the perfect atmosphere for lot
or crime . . . Poverty-stricken hi
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