Radio mirror (May-Oct 1936)

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Flaherty came out himself, a big burly man in plain clothes. "Come on in, Miss Summers." "You want to see me about that boy?" he asked. . , She said : "Yes. He's never, come home, Mr. -Flaherty. I mean, his landlady says he never came for his clothes, and he's never called me up. It isn't like him. He had a little money saved; he'd hang around trying to get a job until it was all gone." Flaherty said: "Was his money in a bank?" "Yes. The Penny Mutual Savings. He showed me the book once." Flaherty reached for his phone. He spoke into it too low for her to hear; it had some sort of an attachment on it. He hung up the phone and looked at her'. His eyes were .at once sad. and freshly alert. "His dough's still in the bank," he said crisply. "That doesn't check. I never heard of anyone running away under those circumstances and not either taking his money with him or sending it to his girl." "You'll — look for him?" Flaherty nodded. "Yeah. I'll do what I can, and I'll get the city cops really working on it. Hey, did he ever say he was related to Hal McCabe? I mean, the resemblance, and all — " "He wasn't. He was naturally interested in Mr. McCabe, because of the resemblance, and he said they were from entirely different parts of the country. Jimmy didn't have any relative in Maryland, where McCabe was born." "Uh, huh." She left. She had never said what was really on her mind; that Jimmy might have been forced to double for McCabe in some horrible gangster business. Flaherty had said, at their first meeting, in the arranger's office, that McCabe was known to associate with gamblers and racketeers. The head stenographer called her over at four that afternoon. She looked at Madge curiously, and waited a moment before she spoke. There were all kinds of nasty thoughts in her eyes. Finally, "Captain Flaherty of the building police wants you to come to his office," she said. Flaherty himself met her at the outer door of his office. He grabbed her elbow, and steered her into his private room. He pushed her into a chair, and said: "Miss Summers, I'm sorry this trail ended so soon. You — the Missing Persons Bureau identified James White about half an hour ago." The cop gulped. "A man was shot down on upper West End Avenue last night. Machine gun bullets. He was so badly cut up they've had a hard time finding out who he was. They — they know now." Madge said: "Thanks." It was queer she didn't cry, didn't feel anything but a terrible numbness inside. She heard Flaherty swear to get the men who had done this; they already had sent cops to pick up Maxey Corvallis at his hotel. Then she fainted. Did Jimmy's captors shoot him as he made a desperate effort to escape from them? Will Madge and Flaherty succeed in bringing his slayers to justice? You'll find the exciting answers in the climax of this fast-moving serial in next month's Radio Mirror, on sale April 24.