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STINGER MACGEE DEDUCTS
he
Sheriff. Bronson was away, so De- "Nonsensel" Joe declared, but
the looked worried. Stinger was trium-- puty Stinger MacGee answered
Here, `he thought, was # summons to the Flying W dude.ranch. phant.
the It seems that a man named Summers chance to square himself with had committed suicide by shooting voters of Maverick county. himself, and Joe Waters, the Flying W's owner, wanted the sheriff's office to look the situation over so there'd be no unfavourable publicity.
Upon arriving at the ranch, Stinger, to his surprise, found an atmosphere of placidity, rather than the confused excitement he had hoped for. He had pictured himself 89 an important figure in a complicated and thrilling love murder, or something.
"Where's Bronson?" Joe asked.
Waters
I
"Don't let no one enter this cabin," he said, "and advise your guests that 'no one ain't allowed to leave · the ranch till I say so. "I'll conduct an investigation, then get in touch with Sheriff Bronson and-"
"Look here, Stinger, isn't there some other way we can handle this? The annoyance caused my guests by being questioned and the attendant publicity isn't going to help my business. any." "Ah!" said Stinger with satisfac- tion. Joe was no longer resigned or He was anxious and in- "No, there ain't. You
"He sent me out to handle the tolerant. case," Stinger lied. The expression gratiatnig.
in Joe's eyes reminded him all too do like I say, or suffer the consequen- sharply of an incident which happen- ces." ed two months ago when he had wrongly accused a man of
murder.
There was no telling to what ex-
The countryside had almost laughed tremes Stinger might have gone in
By Vic Yardman
him out of office; and he had been conducting his investigation, but be- hoping for an opportunity to redeem himself ever since.
"It isn't a 'case"," Joe told him. "But come on.”
fore he had finished questioning the first guest, Sheriff Bronson arrived on the scene.
"I got back sooner than I expected," he told Joe, "and when I heard what had happened I came right out.
They entered one of the cabins used for the accommodation of guests, and
"Thank Stinger examined the body of a man
God!" Joe declared fer- that lay stretched out on the bed. vently. "That dumb deputy of yours The man was past middle age, gray- is raising Ned with my business." haired, and frail. He was dressed in jeans, boots, a bright-coloured shirt, the habitual attire of
dude ranch guests.
"Give me the facts in detail," Sting- er said importantly
?
"Stinger's all right," Bronson smiled. "Sometimes a little too eager, -but conscientions."...
Accompanied by Joe Waters, Sheriff Bronson went over to the suicide cabin, and found Stinger, browsing through,
papers. some of Summers' private Stinger was surprised and disappoint- ed at sight of his superior.
"It won't take long," Joe told him. "I was eating breakfast this morning and heard a shot. I came down here to investigate. Summers was lying right where you see him now. He'd "No need for you to come out, Jim. shot himself with an automatic and I had everything under control." left a note on the bureau saying he'd "Two heads are better than one," killed himself because of business. re- Bronson smiled. "In a case as serious verses.”
"ag. this," He listened to Stinger's "Where's the gun?" Stinger asked. recital of the circumstances and
Then he went · "Right there on the bed beside him, deputy's deduction.
over to the bed and spent some time where I found it."
looking over the dead man.
"Joe" he said seriously, looking_up, "One "you better leave me an' Stinger alone for a bit. There's some things. we ought to discusa in private."
"Humph," said Stinger. "SÓ is." He examined the weapon.
shot fired."
"Remarkable!” Joe muttered: "Where's the suicide note?” "Right on the table where Sum mers left it."""
"Humph!" Stinger picked up note. It merely stated the facts, as as repeated by Joe.
Joe be-
the
gan.
"Now if everything's O.I
the
Joo darted a quick glance at Stinger and leftyd dies
on
"Well, Jim," Stinger began, reckon this time I kinda outsmarted-” Stinger g Bronson interrupted solemnly, I-Bent Joe outter here account of I wanted to save you some embarrassment. Now you git back to "It ain't O.K.”
town an' keep your mouth shut an' "No? What's wrong, Sherlock?" mebbe folks won't laugh, Leastwise, There was a gleam of triumph in I'll only let it bo know that one of us. Stinger's eyes. "Summers was mur made a mistake, an that Summers dered! How do I know? Well, if sure enough did take his own life.. you were smart, Joe, you'd have notio You see, Stinger, he was right handed ed yourself. Look here! Notice that all right, Your, deductions was O.K., Summers carries his wallet and his as for as they went, but they didn't keys in his left-hand pockets. That go for enough. The reason Summers. means he was left handed. Any dumb carried his Boys un monok in his left- bell would know that. Well, the hand - porket is because there's a hole gun was placed in his right hand in his right hand pocket." Left handed, lagers don't shoot them (Copyright, 1958, by *Associated solved with their right hands.” Newspapers.)