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60—$—$_——_—_—__—_—_—10 STORY DETECTIVE —@£ ——____- After fifteen years behind grey wails and steel bars, he’d probably want it more than ever. | Kady got off the train far uptown. Rourke got off, too, and walked swiftly to a telephone booth on the station plat- form. There he made a pretense of using the phone so that his back was constant- ly presented to Kady. For the killer was more suspicious than ever now. He moved warily, with frequent stops, dou- bled back in his tracks and attempted, countless times, the old trick of sudden- ly stopping to tie his shoelace. None of the tricks worked, for Rourke had made a high art of shadowing. Kady finally boarded a. bus and Rourke had to work very fast. He let the bus roll over the crest of a hill. Then he stepped into the middle of the road, palmed his badge, and stopped the first car that came along. He convinced the driver of the necessity for trailing the bus. When it stopped to discharge Kady, some six miles farther on, Rourke told the driver to keep going. He got out of the car a short distance down the highway and doubled back. This was a fairly bleak section, atop cliffs overlooking the river. Close by this location, Kady had fought with Norris those fifteen years ago. It almost seemed as though the man was being drawn back to the scene of the crime, but Rourke knew. that it was desperation which drew him, Kady sat down beneath a tree, put his back against the trunk, and drew out a pack of cigarettes. He began smoking them chain fashion. The first time he’d shown any signs of nervous alarm. Rourke watched him from behind a thick shrub. The tantalizing fragrance of Kady’s cigarettes was routed Rourke’s way by the breeze, but he didn’t dare smoke himself. It was dusk when Kady stirred. He arose and went over to the edge of the cliff and stood there, looking down at the bleak rocks and the swirling water far below. At last he seemed to be tak- ing definite action. He moved briskly now, as if he want- ed to get the whole thing over with. There was a large elm tree about three hundred yards from the edge of the cliff. He went straight to it, merged with the gloom beneath its heavy foliage and stayed out of sight for five minutes while Rourke almost got a case of the jitters. Then Kady appeared and he was measuring off paces. They took him to a large brown rock roughly northeast of the elm tree. Kady dropped to his knees and began digging with his hands. It was tough going for whatever was bur- ied there had been tightly covered with dirt packed down for fifteen years. At last Kady gave a grunt of relief and pulled up a steel box. He trans- ferred its contents to his pockets, all but ran over to the edge of the cliff and threw the steel box into the river. He hiked back to the bus line then. Rourke was on his heels. Now, the detective rea- lized, he couldn’t afford to miss. Every- thing depended upon keeping Kady ia sight. HE bus ride was repeated. Kady subwayed downtown again, but got off at a different station. Rourke trailed him down the street until the detective saw a radio car. He let Kady get some- what of a better start, hailed the patrol car and ordered the passenger patrol- man out. The driver followed orders, Soon Rourke spotted Kady walking briskly along. The radio car slid to the curb and Rourke got out. “Helle, Kady,” he said jovially. “I happened to be passing, saw you and wondered how you were getting along.” “Not too well,” Kady grunted. “That judge handed me the book for shooting off the gun.” “He certainly did,” Rourke said sym- patheticaily. “Say, lowe you a great deal for not making a stew about that wrong conviction fifteen years ago, even if you did finally commit the murder. Come on home with me. The wife will be glad to see you. We'll put you up until—” Kady shook his head and smiled. “‘No, Lieutenant. You’d just get yourself into a mess of trouble. After all, I am a killer and a jailbird. ’' get along. Being in prison for years toughens a man plenty.” “Well, let me loan you some money then,” Rourke offered. “Nix,” Kady rejected the offer. “You’ve done enough for me. I’ll look you up sometime, Rourke. When I get settled, that is.” “Oh, sure. Kady, I’ve been puzzled lately. Thinking about the crime fifteen years ago. I wonder who the man was —comicboo S