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"It's too much like Banquo's ghost," she whispered, laughing merrily at Jim. "Speaking of ghosts," said Jim turning to me, "I hear the labor people are asking the governor to pardon Zalnitch." "A lot of good it will do them," I responded. "If ever a man deserved hanging, he does."
Disappointed at the interview, I closed the door behind me and started down the hall. I don't know just what I had hoped to find out, but I thought Zalnitch would betray himself in some way must in some way show his guilty knowledge of Jim's death. Instead, he had laughed at me when I threatened to arrest him, even wished he could claim the credit for the crime.
"You talk to your sister as often as you can and try to help her recover her lost memory. Of course you'll have the best specialists examine and prescribe for her. In the meantime, we'll investigate both the Woods and Zalnitch cases to see if they are hole-proof." "You might get those papers on Woods, if you will," Todd reminded me.
In the doorway to Zalnitch's private office stood Schreiber, a heavy-jowled, unsmiling mastiff of a man. "What do you want that you should be keeping my stenographer from working?" Zalnitch's voice rose in a shrill crescendo. "Get out of here! You have no business here. Get out!" "Zalnitch, I came here to speak to you." "Get out!" he screamed. "I won't talk with you.
I suppose you didn't know that your brother-in-law was shot in the back of the head and that your sister was the only one that was with him when it was done. I suppose that's news eh?" My heart stood still as I heard his words. So he was after the proof that Helen did it. He had read the insinuations in The Sun and had abandoned his work against Schreiber and Zalnitch for the fresher trail.
In that much, he holds life cheaply. But if you think he would descend to wreaking vengeance on individuals for personal spite, you are all wrong. He is too big a man for that." "Did Zalnitch send you out to say this to me?" I asked suspiciously. The girl flushed angrily. "Really, Mr. Thompson, you make it almost impossible for any one to help you.
Again she repeated over and over, 'He didn't do it He didn't do it!" "Her other fears," I replied, "probably had to do with Woods. But that cry to Jim to 'Look out! is a real clue and I'm going to sift it to the bottom." "What are you going to do?" Mary demanded. "I'm going to accuse Zalnitch of Jim's murder going to accuse him to his face." "Oh, be careful, Bupps! Nothing must happen to you!"
Their money and their high position will not help them to escape a just retribution." "It looks as though our friend was going to have a very restless time," I commented, after reading the passage aloud to Jim. "'Vengeance is mine, saith Zalnitch." Jim's eyes twinkled. "You're not afraid of him, are you, Jim?" I asked. "No more now than ever, Bupps." His face suddenly clouded over.
This evidently led into Zalnitch's office, for I could hear the murmur of voices behind it. The rooms were ill-lighted and unclean, and it made me mad to see as nice a girl as the stenographer working herself to death in such dingy surroundings and for such a man as Zalnitch. I watched her as she worked and marveled that any one could make her fingers go so rapidly.
That's asking a little too much. Also, it is hard to believe that Schreiber, who was driving the car, would risk a smash-up to his own car and possible death for himself and party, in order to try to make Felderson go into the ditch. Then, too, if Zalnitch recognized Felderson's car, why didn't he fire point-blank at Felderson instead of waiting till he got past? No!
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