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Page 35
She wouldn't say any more over the phone, but I was hugely
curious. Had there been another encounter with fists? And who had
been involved?
When she met me finally, at the Subway station, and when we
obtained an out-of-the-way table at the Fads, she explained. It
seemed that Shirley had met Stella there a number of times and
that Gordon, at last, had got wind of it. Gordon first had come
up himself, quietly, pleading with Stella. She had been in a high
humor and had refused even to listen to him. Then he had become
insulting. At that Shirley knocked him down.
The head waiter, a witness of the affair, ordered Gordon put out,
but did not request Shirley or Stella to leave, because the other
man had been the aggressor without any question. After more than
an hour Gordon returned, quietly and unobtrusively, with another
girl. From Belle's description I knew it was Marilyn Loring.
Taking another table, Marilyn had stared at Shirley reproachfully
while Gordon had glared at Stella.
Shirley put up with this for just about so long. As Belle
described it, his face gradually became more and more red and he
controlled himself with increasing difficulty. Stella, seeing the
coming of the storm, tried to get him to go. He refused. She
threatened to leave him. He paid no attention. All at once he
boiled over and with great strides walked over to Gordon and
mauled him all over the place. The leading man had no chance
whatever in the hands of the irate Westerner. Several waiters,
attempting to intervene, were flung aside. Only when Shirley
began to cool off were they able to eject the two men. Both
Stella and Marilyn had left, separately, before that. Neither of
the men or women had been at the Fads since, or at least the head
waiter, called over by Belle, so informed us.
Unable to obtain any other facts of interest, I returned finally
to the apartment shared by Kennedy and myself. First he listened
to my account, plainly interested. Then, when I had concluded, he
rose and faced me rather gravely.
"It's getting more and more complicated, Walter," he exclaimed.
"After you left I remembered that there was one point of
investigation I had failed to cover--Miss Lamar's home here in
the city. I got our old friend, First-Deputy O'Connor, on the
wire and learned that at the request of Mackay, from Tarrytown,
they had sent a man up to the place and that just an hour or less
before I called they had located and were holding her colored
maid. I hurried down to headquarters and questioned the girl."
"Yes?" To me it sounded promising.
"The negress didn't know a thing so far as the crime is
concerned," Kennedy went on, "but I gained quite an insight into
the private life of the star."
"You mean--"
"I mean I know the men who went to Miss Lamar's apartment,
although beyond the fact of her receiving them I can tell
nothing, for she sent the maid home at night; there were no
maid's quarters."
"Their visits may have been perfectly innocent?"
"Of course! We can only draw conclusions."
"Who were the various callers?"
"Jack Gordon--"
"Her fiance!"
"Merle Shirley--"
"Shirley admitted it when you questioned him."
"Manton--"
"Everyone knows that!"
"Werner--" A side glance at me.
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