Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1929)

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In some ways ... it looks like . . . the work of a fiend who used to the best advantage all the possibilities of the situation . . . knowing it would create a hell of a tangle! When I went out there day before yesterday I dropped into a nightmare, chief! Another world! Things are faked so that you can't tell the difference with a spy-glass! I followed up the best I could. I knew I was leaving vital things up in the air, but it was a case of grab what I could while the grabbing was good ! We won't solve this thing in a week . . . nor yet a month . . . nor . . ." "VKTE'VE got to!" snapped the chief. "I'll ''V throw every member of the force into it, if necessary! Man alive, did you see this?" He held out a paper. "What Power is Behind This Movie Hoax? Does Arch Fiend Roam at Large 'While Local Police and Local Picture Magnate Sit Smiling and Inactive?" "Panning us pretty hard, aren't they?" "Panning?" snorted the other. "It's outrageous libel ! They as much as come right out and state we're in with the picture interests to cover up! What about it? " The chief's eyes narrowed speculatively upon the captain. Smith's lips tightened to a thin line of anger as he looked back. "I've been on this force since I was a kid. What do you think?" "I think it's easy to go . . .'the way of all flesh!' " replied the other. "You're smoking Rosenthal's cigars, and handing 'em out pretty free!" "If you weren't the man you are, I'd bust you in the nose!" The chief looked with secret satisfaction on Smith's fury -whitened face. "That's fine. He's fighting mad," he thought, " Now he'll go out and put his mind down to business!" .'\loud he said, "All right. We understand each other. Does any one of these three confessions hold water?" "Every one of them!" "Eh?" "You heard me! D'you think I've been losing sleep over this case for nothing?" For a space the chief sat in silence. Then, "Have you located that MacDougal girl?" "Clancy caught MacDougal sneaking to the hospital on the lot. Ought to have a report on it by now. . . ." The chief grunted. "I suppose you've tried out the theory that this girl is the meat in the oyster?" he asked. "Just getting to it," admitted the other. "Find out if Clancy's in. I'U hear what he has to report. . . ." Ten minutes later . . . "You got 'em?" from Smith. ""TNIDN'T you send me after 'em?" from -'—^Clancy in an injured tone. "Sure, I got 'em!" and he handed his superior an envelope addressed to Miss Beth MacDougal, and marked, "Personal." Smith took the paper carefully by the corner indicated by Clancy. "Well, Chief, these ought to help a lot," he said. "Ought to have had 'em twenty-four hours ago," was the reply. "How did you locate the girl, Clancy?" Clancy stole a quick look at Smith, but finally replied Shamefacedly: "Oh, the joke's on us. Chief! She was on the lot all the time! Soon's her dad confessed we got the hunch, and looked at the time sheet of the day Hardell was murdered. She was marked in aU right. She never left! MacDougal was in the clear, all right, though . . . he's only on the gate at night." " Hm — well, what did you get out of her? " "Aw — she ain't in it. Chief! Not the way you two think! She's only a kid ... a baby! And she's sick. . . ." "Maybe she's got something on her mind to make her sick," snapped the chief impatiently. "Get into your story, Clancy, and cut out the sob stuff!" "Well, I went out there first thing this morning. Say, that nurse is a hard-boiled gal, all right! I had to pull my badge on her, and get rough before she'd let me see the kid! 'Then she keeps glarin' at me like I was a case of smallpox! The kid doesn't know her father's confessed . . . see? First she hauls back in the bed and looks at me like a scared rabbit . . . gets white as the sheet, and starts stuffing her handkerchief down her throat. I goes in and hands her the envelope. She sees her name is on it, and reaches out her little white hand, slow-like, and all the time watchin' me, scared to death, out of her big eyes. Well, she opens it, and . . . you know, there's nothin' in it. She says, " 'It's . . . empty . . .' and looks at me puzzled. Before she gets the idea and spoils the evidence, I take it away from her, like I was goin' to look in the envelope, myself, you understand . . . Well, then the kid just stares at me gettin' whiter'n whiter. Finally she says: "'V\7HAT you do that for?' in a Uttle ** whisper. I says, offhand like: " 'Oh, that's just to get your fingerprints . . .' and was goin' to tell her it didn't amount to nothin', when she pulls back on the pillow, and says: " 'Fingerprints? Oh . . . my God!' " Clancy choked, and stopped. "Go on, man," said the chief impatiently. "Well, she just sits there starin' at me, and gettin' whiter'n whiter ..." "Impossible! She's done that three times," snapped the Chief. "Well, she starts cryin', if you like that better," returned Clancy, not without spirit. "She's shakin' all over, so that you'd think she had a chill. I . . . er . . . try to make her feel better, see . . so's to get her where she can talk . . . I goes over . . and ..." "Never mind going into details. I presume you went over and put your arm around her," remarked the Chief sarcastically. "Well, and so would you have," snapped Clancy. "I tell you the poor kid's scared to death, and sick, and . . . well, anyway, pretty soon she quiets down, and . . . say, what d'yoii think she says?" "That's what we're waiting to hear, Clancy," smiled Smith, not unkindly. "She scrouges back into the corner of the bed as far as she can get, and covers her face with her little hands, and cries, " 'I wish God had never made men!' Ain't that a hell of a thing to say? And her supposed to be dead in love with that guy Hardell, and me talkin' pretty to her, and makin' it as easy for her as I can? Well, then I springs the dope about her dad on her. And say, you can put this in your pipe and smoke it . . . that kid never had a ghost of an idea her dad was goin' to confess to the murder! Nosiree! I watched her careful, and I teU you it knocked her off her pins!" 'T SUPPOSE she got whiter'n whiter," said -L the chief dryly, "She sure did," replied Clancy innocently. "Then she flops over on her pillow and iburies her face and . . . God, how that kid cried! No foolin' I thought she was goin' to bust a G string !" Clancy stopped and gazed into space. " Did she say anything?" "The nurse comes in, mad as a hornet, and glares at me. She goes over and feels the kid's pulse, and straightens up and gives me the fishy eye. " 'It doesn't make any difference to me if the whole police force is back of you,' she yelps, 'you aren't going to kill this child . . . not if I know it!' Can you beat it? She makes me go Every aavtsrtisement in PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE Is guaranteed.