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THE DAILY SHORT STORY
One Clue Needed
INSPECTOR JOE WARREN elbowed
his way through the crowd which had gathered in front of the rooming house, and mounted the half dozen wooden steps. A blue-coated officer, zealously guarding the front saluted, respectfully.
"Keep them back, Clancey. Let `one inside. Understand.”
door,
"No one else heard it, then?"
Bradley shook his hand. . "I don't tion them." know yet. Haven't had time to ques-
Warren turned abruptly to Sheltry.
"How'd you find things when you came in, Sheltry? Sitting here like this, was he?”
The man by the window stirred, no leaned forward so that the light fell across his face. It was a swarthy face; ugly, cruel, with bead-like eyes,
"O.K., chief. Bradley's waiting for surmounted by heavy, black eyebrows.
you."
Inside, the hallway was deserted. A flight of stairs ran upward along the wall on the left. Faces, curious, horri fied, peered over the banister above.
Warren approached a door at the foot of the stairs. He heard someone moving inside and pushed it open.
Detective Bradley, who was ex- amining the dead man, looked up.
"Hello, chief, Glad you're here. looks like suicide to me.”
It
When he spoke his voice was low and guttural.
"Like he is now,"
," he agreed. "I heard the shot and come down. I rapped, but no one answered.
Tho door was unlocked so I opened it."
He paused and Warren said: "What then?"
"I saw him sittin' there with the blood on his face. It scared me. turned and went out. Found a cop."
You didin't come in the
then 7"
· “No.”
room,
Warren atrode across the room and
Warren nodded, glanced at the life- less figure of the man sprawled face downward across the top of a table. The lower half of the figure was sup- ported by a chair. Apparently the scrutinized the bullet hole in the wall man had been sitting when it happen. He turned suddenly to confront Shel- ed. One hand was thrown outward try.
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across the table. The other. limp by his side, and the fingers clutched the butt on an automatic. Blood dripped from a wound in his head.
Warren's oyes swept the room, anu came to rest upon a man, watching him from a chair near the front window.
Bradley saw the look of fiant sur prise and inquiry leap into his chief's
"Sheltry, you're a liar!” The man by the window started, half rose and then slumped back.
Warren continued: "No bullet would have plowed this far into had passed through a hardwood wall like this one after it
man's head. Its speed would have been too much detracted." He eyed Sheltry thought- fully. "The first shot went out the window,"
," he went on, “The murderer was cunning enough to throw another "Name of Sheltry,” the · detective' one into the wall, Then he closed explained. "He discovered the body. the window. Bradley, you better put Thought I'd better hold him." :
the bracelets on that Jigrer. “He's smart."
oyes.
Warren nodded and stood over the dead man. "What's the dope, Jim?”
Sheltry started to his feet, made an "Nothing much. Near as I can involuntary movement toward his hip Agure it this Jigger decided to end pocket, and then, as it suddenly re- it all, and pulled a suicide. I got membering, checked the movement. He here. ten minutes after it happened. cast one wild look at Warren and then He was sitting here like this. The leaped for the door. gun was in his hand, and there were powder marks on the side of his head. The bullet passed through. Ive located it in the wall: over...there.
But Bradley was too quick for him. The impact of his blow sent Sheltry -reeling backward. Warren unlimber. ed his automatic and stood waiting,
"Snap 'em on, Bradley.
guess
"I see.” Warren stooped over the calmly. body, allowing his eyes to make a minute study of all there was to neo. The room was still. Outside the we got our man all right.” crowd thickened," The murmur ́of it
Five minutes later the could be heard faintly through the was explaining things in detail. "It inspector front window.
couldn't have been suicide as you Warren straightened up, stood thought, Bradley, The gun is in the thoughtful for moment or two and dead man's right hand. Therefore then looked at Bradley, jerking his the bullet would have entered through head toward the man in the chair by isn't the case. As you can see the the right side of his head. Which the window.
powder marks show on the left side of “He heard the shot? The man the head. Shetty tried to make it over there?"
look like suicide, and he almost suc ceeded. But like all perfect crimes, "So he says. His room is directly ho loft one clue that will sand-him to over this. He heard the gun go off the chair.” and came down to see what it was all. (Copyright, 1938, by The Associated about
Newspapers.)