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night。
Coroner William J。 Hoops stated that young Henry's death was due to a fracture of the skull and concussion of the brain caused by hitting the back of his head against the edge of the curb after having been knocked down by a blow from a blackjack or other blunt instrument on his forehead。
The body is believed to have been first discovered by Ned Beaumont； 914 Randall Avenue； who went to the Log Cabin Club； two blocks away； to telephone the police； but before he had succeeded in getting Police Headquarters on the wire； the body had been found and reported by Patrolman Michael Smitt。
Chief of Police Frederick M。 Rainey immediately ordered a wholesale round…up of all suspicious characters in the city and issued a statement to the effect that no stone will be left unturned in his effort to apprehend the murderer or murderers at once。
Members of Taylor Henry's family stated that he left his home on Charles Street at about half past nine o'clock to 。
Ned Beaumont put the newspaper aside； swallowed the coffee that remained in his cup； put cup and saucer on the table beside his bed； and leaned back against the pillows。 His face was tired and sallow。 He pulled the covers up to his neck； clasped his hands together behind his head； and stared with dissatisfied eyes at the etching that hung between his bedroom…windows。
For half an hour he lay there with only his eyelids moving。 Then he picked up the newspaper and reread the story。 As he read； dissatisfaction spread from his eyes to all his face。 He put the paper aside again； got out of bed； slowly； wearily； wrapped his lean white…pajamaed body in a small…figured brown and black kimono； thrust his feet into brown slippers； and； coughing a little； went into his living…room。
It was a large room in the old manner； high of ceiling and wide of window； with a tremendous mirror over the fireplace and much red plush on the furnishings。 He took a cigar from a box on the table and sat in a wide red chair。 His feet rested in a parallelogram of late morning sun and the smoke he blew out became suddenly full…bodied as it drifted into the sunlight。 He frowned now and chewed a finger…nail when the cigar was not in his mouth。
Knocking sounded on his door。 He sat up straight； keen of eye and alert。 〃e in。〃
A white…jacketed waiter came in。
Ned Beaumont said； 〃Oh； all right；〃 in a disappointed tone and relaxed again against the red plush of his chair。
The waiter passed through to the bedroom； came out with a tray of dishes； and went away。 Ned Beaumont threw what was left of his cigar into the fireplace and went into his bathroom。 By the time he had shaved； bathed； and dressed； his face had lost its sallowness； his carriage most of its weariness。
6
It was not quite noon when Ned Beaumont left his rooms and walked eight blocks to a pale grey apartment…building in Link Street。 He pressed a button in the vestibule； entered the building when the door…lock clicked； and rode to the sixth floor in a small automatic elevator。
He pressed the bell…button set in the frame of a door marked 6ii。 The door was opened immediately by a diminutive girl who could have been only a few months out of her teens。 Her eyes were dark and angry； her face white； except around her eyes； and angry。 She said； 〃Oh； hello；〃 and with a smile and a vaguely placatory motion of one hand apologized for her anger。 Her voice had a metallic thinness。 She wore a brown fur coat； but not a hat。 Her short…cut hairit was nearly blacklay smooth and shiny as enamel on her round head。 The gold…set stones pendant from her ear…lobes were carnelian。 She stepped back pulling the door back with her。
Ned Beaumont advanced through the doorway asking： 〃Bernie up yet？〃
Anger burned in her face again。 She said in a shrill voice： 〃The crummy bastard！〃
Ned Beaumont shut the door behind him without turning around。
The girl came close to him； grasped his arms above the elbows； and tried to shake him。 〃You know what I did for that bum？〃 she demanded。 〃I left the best home any girl ever had and a mother and father that thought I was the original Miss Jesus。 They told me he was no good。 Everybody told me that and they were right and I was too dumb to know it。 Well； I hope to tell you I know it now； the 。 。 。〃 The rest was shrill obscenity。
Ned Beaumont； motionless； listened gravely。 His eyes were not a well man's now。 He asked； when breathlessness had stopped her words for the moment： 〃What's he done？〃
〃Done？ He's taken a run…out on me； the The rest of that sentence was obscenity。
Ned Beaumont flinched。 The smile into which he pushed his lips was watery。 He asked： 〃I don't suppose he left anything for me？〃
The girl clicked her teeth together and pushed her face nearer his。 Her eves widened。 〃Does he owe you anything？〃
〃I won〃 He coughed。 〃I'm supposed to have won thirty…two hundred and fifty bucks on the fourth race yesterday。〃
She took her hands from his arms and laughed scornfully。 〃Try and get it。 Look。〃 She held out her hands。 A carnelian ring was on the little finger of her left hand。 She raised her hands and touched her carnelian ear…rings。 〃That's every stinking piece of my jewelry he left me and he wouldn't've left me that if I hadn't had them on。〃
Ned Beaumont asked； in a queer detached voice： 〃When does this happen？〃
〃Last night； though I didn't find it out till this morning； but don't think I'm not going to make Mr。 Son…of…a…bitch wish to God he'd never seen me。〃 She put a hand inside her dress and brought it out a fist。 She held the fist up close to Ned Beaumont's face and opened it。 Three small crumpled pieces of paper lay in her hand。 When he reached for them she closed her fingers over them again； stepping back and snatching her hand away。
He moved the corners of his mouth impatiently and let his hand fall down at his side。
She said excitedly： 〃Did you see the paper this morning about Taylor Henry？〃
Ned Beaumont's reply； 〃Yes；〃 was calm enough； but his chest moved out and in with a quick breath。
〃Do you know what these are？〃 She held the three crumpled bits of paper out in her open hand once more。
Ned Beaumont shook his head。 His eyes were narrow； shiny。
〃They're Taylor Henry's I 0 Us；〃 she said triumphantly； 〃twelve hundred dollars' worth of them。〃
Ned Beaumont started to say something； checked himself； and when he spoke his voice was lifeless。 〃They're not worth a nickel now he's dead。〃
She thrust them inside her dress again and came close to Ned Beaumont。 〃Listen；〃 she said： 〃they never were worth a nickel and that's why he's dead。〃
〃Is that a guess？〃
〃It's any damned thing you want to call it；〃 she told him。 〃But let me tell you something： Bernie called Taylor up last Friday and told him he'd give him just three days to e across。〃
Ned Beaumont brushed a side of his mustache with a thumb…nail。 〃You're not just being mad； are you？〃 he asked cautiously。
She made an angry face。 〃Of course I'm mad；〃 she said。 〃I'm just mad enough to take them to the police and that's what I'm going to do。 But if you think it didn't happen you're just a plain damned fool。〃
He seemed still unconvinced。 〃Where'd you get them？〃
〃Out of the