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"The duty of a policeman," Captain Bill Nesbit was saying, "includes pro- tecting innocent men as well as run- ning down criminals "
"Sure you would. So Olao collapses on top of the desk and you get scared and beat it, The minute you're gone Olson straightens up, laughs replaces "Sure, sure," I said impatiently. "So the discharged blank cartridge with an- what? Now don't tell me it wasn't other, returns the gun to the desk Paul Shetland who shot Karl Olson." drawer and is very satisfied. He knows I laughed, a short, sarcastic laugh, you've left town trying to escape and designed to ruffle good old Capt. Nesbit. you won't be in his hair any more. It's I should have known better. "Shet a neat plan."
land's finger-prints were all over the "I remember that's the way it hap- gun! He and Olson were sore at each pened with the girl. Olson leaves the other because of the Fairmont dam gun around so whoever wants to kill contract. The doorman and the eleva- him will have a chance to get at it. He tor man saw him go into the apart- doesn't take any chances of having the. ment. The night watchman saw him party use his own gun. However, this leave by the fire escape."
time Olson's really dead."
were
"And besides," said Capt. Nesbit "And he was shot in the back. That easily, "Mr. Shetland admits shooting lets Paul Shetland out, eh? We've Mr. Olson." He lighted a cigar. He pretty well established that Shetland blew out the match deliberately and would have hit him in the chest. We're studied the glowing end. Oh, he's a more sure of it because there very exasperating fellow, this Capt. powder marks on the front of Olson's Bill Nesbit. In my five years of co- shirt. Those powder marks came from vering the police courts for the Journal the blank cartridge. They couldn't get I have never met a more exasperating there any other way. person. But he knows his stuff. He "So somebody else must have shot knows his stuff better than any man him. Somebody who figured that here. on the force.
'was a swell chance to get even with "So!" I yelled, glaring at him. "So! Olson and let Shetland take the rap for You caught up with Shetland! You it. Who else wanted to get even with brought him in and you didn't let me Olson? Rus Simmons. Why? Well, it know about it? A fine thing! A dan- was Rus Simmons' wife who tried to. dy thing! All that happens is I lose kill Olson five years ago.
By James Freeman
my job! And after all the breaks I've given you with your picture on Page 1, etc. You-you dope! How long have you had him?"
"About fifteen minutes.” "And he confessed?" "Immediately."
Í reached for a phone. "Give one reason why my paper shouldn't scream the fact that Shetland killed Olson?" "Because Rus Simmons killed Olson." - "Go on. Have your fun. I'm a suc- kor." I sneered,-
She got
sent up for the attempted murder. And about two weeks ago she died. In jail Simmons figured that Olson was her murderer. He was a curious guy. He loved that unfaithful wife of his and he wanted revenge.
"He came up to Olson's apartment and hid. He was about to kill his wife's ex-lover when Shetland came in and forced him to postpone the deed. It looked like a break for him."
"What made you suspect Simmons?” I asked.
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Capt. Bill: blew smoke rings. "Oh, "Now, now,' said Capt. Bill. "We Shetland isn't wholly innocent. He's read the papers, you know. We heard not a nice chặp to let run around loose. about Mrs. Simmons' dying. Besides, Remember when you weren't a police there wasn't anyone else to suspect. reporter? You covered a story which.. So we called on him and he was involved Karl Olson. It seemed he had amazed when we accused him that he been-having-an-affair with another broke down-and-told-the whole story. man's wife. When he got tired of her I think he was glad to get it off his she came up to his apartment one night mind.” and tried to kill him.”
"And you've had 'em both in the can
I remembered all right. There was after they confessed all this time? By
a twist to that story. It was one of golly, Bill, some day you're going to the best news stories of the year. I pushed the phone away.
"Go on,” I said. What gave you the idea?"
Capt. Nesbit swing around in his chair and crossed his arms on top of his desk, the cigar clamped between his teeth
"Suppose for once you forget you're a newspaper man and use your imagin- ation. Imagine that you're Paul Shet- land or anyone else who has been chi- seled out of: $60,000 by a chap named Olson. All Fight, you hate this guy, You get attle bit drunk and decide to go up and have a talk with him. ----- You find him seated at a desk in his apartment. A drawer of this desk is open and you notice a gun inside, Right away you get ideas. You begin to maneuver so you can get at that gun. First you ask Olson to hand back the money he's chiseled away from you. He refuses. Now you're in a position to get the gun. You reach for it with a quick movement, point it and pull the trigger. Where do you figure you hit him?”
Plumb in the chest Brid. "Go
get me sore.” Capt. Bill blew smoke rings. I reached for the phone.
(Copyright, 1939, by The Associated Newspapers.)
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