The Sheridan Road Mystery

ed the Western Union office. Here he sent a short cable to London. Leaving his address so that t

ed the door and Tierney bustled in. The cheerful smile, the snappy step, and the careless motion with which Tierney shot his hat into a nearby chair, told Morgan as plainly as words, that his partner brought

od which a family was likely to patronize. No one knew the name. After I had stopped in a cigar store, and found that his name was not in the telephone directory, I figur

nue and stood on the corner, apparently waiting for a motor bus. As she di

lender, with blonde hair and da

to her eyes," said Tierney, "but the rest of your

f the tenant in the flat across the hall. In the futu

day, Morgan, and that's the

preciatively, an

d as if he was trying to keep an eye on this girl, without her seeing him if she looked back. So I kept out of sight as far as I could and watched the two of them. Sure enough, in a

, for the minute I got this idea I spotted a Checker taxi and rushed at it so hard the driver nearly fainted. 'Fol

w, and me in the Checker. Just after we passed Adams Street the Yellow stopped at the curb and Marsh got out. I stopped

crowd. Pretty soon I sighted this girl trotting along a little way ahead of us. Now

that he sat forward in his chair with his elbows on hi

ge of his back being turned for the moment, shot into the building after her. She entered an elevator, and I strolled in, too. Luckily, she stood near the door, so I could get into the back

e looking girl. She com

thing for women-to learn music

ng does a lesson l

' I to

'Say! What floor do you want?' he

t him. 'That dame sure upset me

down to the ground floor, and when Marsh had his eyes t

e was following her; as I was pretty sure he was. Now you or I haven't seen all of the inside of M

smile as he gathered what Ti

ear stairs to Marsh's flat. After thumping on the door several times I made sure no one was home, especially as the shades in the kitchen and the pantry were pulled down. So I pulled out my bunch of keys an

lace was empty?

e doorway to the dining room, so that anyone coming in would never guess the back part wasn't furnished. I looked things over pretty carefully in the few minutes I had, and I didn't find a single article that belo

erney," acceded Morgan. "What you'

and Morgan analyzed the facts which Tierney had given him. Sudd

ng?" exclai

man Marsh unwatched from

n, and I've taken

the house

ain of the precinct and told him just enough to get his co-operation. There's a man on the j

Morgan, as he set the telephone back in

do-Murphy, the man on the beat. He spen

greed Morgan. "Ho

put Murphy into plain-clothes for tonight. It worke

, Tierney," Morga

nned his ap

, and watch things until I can get on the job. After I relieve you, you

nts?" exclaimed Tierney,

omebody's hands on the dining room table in that flat. I want th

arks of that kind," remarked Tierney

make use of such a photo now. But I want to provide against anything that m

reply, but at that instant M

lowly turned his head toward this door and listened intently. Then he carefully arose from his chair, moved softly around the corner of the table, and slowly tiptoed toward the door. Tierne

scent of the stairs. Morgan dashed through the door and down the stairs. Tierney followed close behind him. Before they reached the front door they heard the roar of an opened muffler and an a

growled Tierney, as

ut stood thoughtfully

ake of it?" in

gested Morgan, without r

e men resumed their seats,

at last replied. "That's the first time

get wise?"

was the wind, but the last time I heard it I was sure it had a different sound.

n somebody, or is somebody spying on us? Marsh trails a girl; I chase up

likely somebody is afraid we will unearth more than a murder. You run along now. I want to be alone to think things over. On you

Tierney, and picking up

and meditated on the case. Reviewing in his mind the various bits of fact, information and incident which h

ident of the night before. The suspicious points were not so glaringly apparent, perhaps, as the circumstances which connected the man Marsh, but they were there just the same. While the Atwood situation attracted Morgan, he was inclined to believe that he had actually uncovered some other situation; of a criminal nat

might have another in mind, which he thought he could execute before forced to make his final getaway. Instead of attributing this incident to a conn

e telephone bell rang, and answerin

ck door. This doesn't seem likely as there is another man watching the rear. He don't know Marsh, but he would find out before he let anyone go. Mur

xchanged good-byes, and Morgan repl

that, as usual, he and Tierney had talked in guarded voices, so he felt confident that little, if any, of their conversation had been overheard. It was the anxiety of the person on the other side of the door to try and catch their words whic

ver, with its initial "M" was more direct in its accusation. It might be the principal hold on the suspect. Morgan admitted that the evidence was purely circumstantial, and that there was really nothing in it to convict a man in a court of law, but ther

had been committed. But something surely had happened, and Morgan began

termination to visit Marsh the next day an

organ jumped promptly out of bed. After awakening his moth

returned with a Western Union envelope. "My final bit of evidence!" exclaimed Morgan, as he hurriedly tore off the end of t

known to