PAGE TWO DEATH Sg MANOR BY M. E. CORNE CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION ■J——T———lai CHAPTER FORTY-SIX JOHN HENRY HERMAN, the electrician, _ squirmed uncomfort ably on the hard witness chair. “The afternoon I got a call from the housekeeper at the Manor to come out and fix the three electric driers what was out of order—” Didmore interrupted: “What time did you receive this first call?” “Around two o’clock.** “Very well. Continue.” “Well, as I was saying, it was Sunday, and I don’t usually do no work on Sunday, but the house keeper said they had to have them driers in shape for Monday morning. And so I said I'd drive out and fix 'em. Well, before I could get started I got another call say ing I wasn’t to come —” “One moment! Was this second call also from Mrs. Greely?” John Henry wagged his head: “It was a woman's voice calling. Nat urally, I thought it was her again.” “I see.” Didmore nodded. “That's all.” He called Mrs. Greely to the stand. “Now, Mrs. Greely,” he said, “you have heard the evidence sup plied by Mr. Herman. Do you agree to it?” “No,” returned the housekeeper flatly. “I do not. I made the first call. I know nothing whatever about the second one.” “You did not call Mr. Herman and cancel the «. gement you had previously mac’ ith him?” “I did not.” "And you do not know who made this second call?” • “I do not.” “Is it possible that someone in the house overheard you making the first call?” “It is possible,” she admitted. “The call was put through from the kitchen. The phone there is quite public.” “Who was present in the kitchen at the time of the call?” “The butler, Mr. Hawkins, and Henrietta, Mrs. Horace’s maid.” “I see,” said Didmore again, and was about to dismiss the witness when Mclntyre beckoned to him. For some they consulted in low whispers. Didmore then re turned to the housekeeper. “Where?” he asked, "is the main or key telephone located at the Manor?” , Mrs. Greely appeared surprised. “In the kitchen.” “How many branch phones does the estate boast?” “There is a phone in each room.” “And these phones are all con nected?” “Connected?” Didmore elaborated. “Is it possi ble for a person phoning in the kitchen to be overheard in the li brary or in one of the bedrooms?” i “Oh, yes.” , “Are these phones, aside from the key phone, outside lines?” “Yes.” “How do they operate ?” Mrs. Greely explained: “When a call comes through to the Manor, it is taken in the kitchen. Hawkins or myself transfer it to the proper Townsend Pushes Plan in Capital ■ Dr. Francis E. Townsend Rep. Joseph Hendricks £»^i T^ fcn iJ l ? hw ° f the old affe P cnsion P lan bears his name is seen, left, with Representative Joseph Hendricks of Florida dnm/hfw ly intrcKluced a Townsend pension plan bill. Dr. Townsend came to .Washington to answer questions of the House ways and means committee concerning the bill. (Central Press) MOM AfuMSKUU. ) SEE TT fWE ' p *W? DEAR. NCW= IP A iLrocwT CAN SWEEF> WHY CAN'T THE. SAW-DUST "? STEPHEN MUSANTr ANSOHIA, CONN. dear. Noah = do 'you put ' IODINE. ON A CUT-IN SALARY T /YARGARE.T TURNER I ( n.c DEAIR NOAH “IF A CLERk GAVE SHORT MEASURE:, HOW MANY DID THE. YARDSTICK 7 MAY S. HANSON GOOt>Eu_, IOVWV IVJ9 King FuN.« iyndKM W WoMd Rlfttl k.ittvM In his outstretched hand he held a thin blue packet. > party. Outgoing calls may be made on any of the phones.” “Thank you very much,” The housekeeper returned to the wit ness bench. This concluded the formalities. The jury, as was expected, pro nounced a verdict of willful mur der in the case of Mrs. Horace T. Witherspoon, Sr.; in the case of Mrs. Horace T. Witherspoon, Jr., and in the case of Eliza Williams. The murderer was designated as a person or persons unknown. “And now,” said Mac, when the courtroom had cleared, “and now to business!” He sounded eager and excited. I wondered what rabbit he would pull from his hat this time. But he made no further com ment. He streaked from the room. The last I saw of him he was hur rying down the corridor in Mrs. Greely’s wake. I saw no more of him until evening. * * » It began to rain that night around seven o’clock. The rain beat in torrents against my win dowpanes. I dined alone and tried to shut out the sound of the cease less, relentless downpour. Ordinarily I am fond of rain. There is something soothing in it. This night, however, the steady drip, drip, drip of the drops to the ground oppressed and unnerved me. Its very steadfastness chilled me. It was an all-night rain. It would go on and on—like—like the mur ders and the mystery and—l forced myself to drink a second cup of coffee. I must get hold of myself. Madness lay in such thoughts. I lit a cigaret and leafed through the pagL.~ cT a magazine, but the stories failed to hold my attention. The house was terrifyingly si lent for that early hour. Below din Mom Mjmskuu. V'% VSC S*ief NOAH « WOULD YOU CALL - A POLICEMAN'S UNIFORM A LAW SUIT 7 NUMB-FAN MANKATO, AUNN. DEAR. NOAH -HOW CAN PEOPLE. CELT HOME. - SICK WHEN THEY ARE AWAY FROM HOME 7 calvin Plonk KiNSrts MT„ N.C. DEAR. NOAH- DID YOU u , ever, have a honey comb TOUR HAIR. 7- . MAY SMITH HANSON \ s. GOODEXL., IOWA, c «>***- .'CAAC -THIS FAMCK l*». Kih !»"*« itMUuu, Inc. w«u Ri#«f *«aarv*4 HENDERSON, (N. C.) DAILY DISPATCH WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 8 1939 ner was being served; but the clat ter of silver and china did not reach my quiet retreat. Later the guests would pack for departure. The in quest concluded, the police had no authority to detain them further. Tomorrow Della Craig, Reginald Ainsworth and Jeffrey Todington would go their separate ways. Count Orsini would, of course, re main; but it was unlikely I would see him or the others again. To morrow I, too, would leave the Manor, Tomorrow Kitty would re turn. A footstep sounded in the corri dor; the door slowly opened. Mac Mclntyre crept stealthily into the room. “I’ve found them, Elsie,” he whispered. He came close to me. In his outstretched hand he held a thin blue packet. “Found what?” I queried, and he opened the packet. Inside was a thin sheaf of tissues. “Where?” I demanded. But he shook his head and would not tell me. “Never mind, Elsie. You’ll find out in good time. Benson arrived yet?” “No. ; * “Damn!” He consulted a battered nickel watch. “If he comes and I’m not here, hang on to him until I give the signal.” “The signal?” He was being mysterious. He chuckled. “Curiosity-killed a cat, girl! I’m expecting a visitor. Mind if I sit down and wait?” “No.” He sat down. Quiet descended. There was no sound in the room save the tick, tick, tick of the bat tered nickel watch and the pitter patter of the rain. We waited. Waited for what? I did not know. We simply waited. (To Be Continued) Diek Powell in “Going Places”— Stevenson Thursday and Friday Only a Small Part of Spain Held by Loyalist Defenders BBAY- B/SCAY JJffi ——T7" IFMAJJCJE PR? v. .. _ J GOVERNMENT TROOPS W' / • 1 i/7 / •fcEON . • f • BURGOS 7 L. I«»"' GOVERNMENT I W VALLADCLIOf J! SH,FTS TO 1 * t I * TORTOSA # rwyoirth Claim Th«jT| f iSy/ I JMaginot /IgJVERA •^• EDO ~^^»Ik?NQRCA Ujjf ,eo o b VALENCtA W^ < ( UNT ° OR CA —®bP (§* /* BADAJO2 *|KSt. FORMENTERA \ J .. jcto Water’s Up! This good-humored rescuer refuses •** let the river dampen his enthusi asm as he carries a youngster from hooded area in Cincinnati to higher ground. Flood at Cincinnati was not ~*eted as serious this year. West Vir ginia and Kentucky tributaries of he Ohio River caused most serious damage. • (Central P.reßs£