Chapter VI
A SHORT VISIT
VINCENT decided that his first course of action would be to talk to Jessie. Since she was in prison, it would be more difficult.
He pulled his coupe out of the hotel garage and headed to the local prison.
"Two minutes." The guard growled. Harry nodded.
"Harry. You gotta help me!" Jessie blurted when he walked in.
"Calm down. I'm working on it."
"I go to trial in two days."
"I know. I know. I think I have a way. You alone at night?"
"For the most part, why?"
"Okay. I have a plan." The guard opened the door. "I go to go. Don't worry, Jes."
She smiled; it's been a long time since she was called that.
Vincent smiled back and left.
VINCENT arrived at his hotel troubled. He went up to his room and started to pen a letter to Fellows. He got as far as the greeting before he ripped it up, unsatisfied. He needed to have the Shadow on the case as soon as possible.
He went back down to his car and headed back to New York City. He was immediately allowed into Claude Fellows' inner office.
"Something come up?" Fellows asked.
"I received a new assignment."
"Yes. The Bobrick murder."
Harry nodded. "Yes. The girl arrested, Jessie Atkinson was framed."
Fellows leaned forward. "You have evidence to back this up?"
Vincent shook his head. "Not unless over 30 years of friendship with her brother counts."
Fellows frowned. "While that's not sufficient, other points of the case do seem a bit peculiar."
Vincent looked up.
"Like calling the police soon after he was murder."
"She didn't openly admit it though. So the police at the scene said."
Fellows nodded in understanding.
"There is one thing I found. Jessie said that this guy named Doug was there and this morning he was found dead. Apparently committed suicide."
Fellows nodded. "I'll send the report in, but I can't guarantee anything."
Harry stood and nodded.
"Return to Hillsboro, you'll receive a response there."
He nodded in agreement and left.
Fellows pulled out a piece of paper and jotted down some notes. Satisfied with what was written, he sealed it in an envelope and called his stenographer.
"Please deliver this to Mr. Jonas."
"Yes, sir." The stenographer took the envelope and left.
Fellows leaned back. "I hope Vincent knows what he's doing."
A SHORT VISIT
VINCENT decided that his first course of action would be to talk to Jessie. Since she was in prison, it would be more difficult.
He pulled his coupe out of the hotel garage and headed to the local prison.
"Two minutes." The guard growled. Harry nodded.
"Harry. You gotta help me!" Jessie blurted when he walked in.
"Calm down. I'm working on it."
"I go to trial in two days."
"I know. I know. I think I have a way. You alone at night?"
"For the most part, why?"
"Okay. I have a plan." The guard opened the door. "I go to go. Don't worry, Jes."
She smiled; it's been a long time since she was called that.
Vincent smiled back and left.
VINCENT arrived at his hotel troubled. He went up to his room and started to pen a letter to Fellows. He got as far as the greeting before he ripped it up, unsatisfied. He needed to have the Shadow on the case as soon as possible.
He went back down to his car and headed back to New York City. He was immediately allowed into Claude Fellows' inner office.
"Something come up?" Fellows asked.
"I received a new assignment."
"Yes. The Bobrick murder."
Harry nodded. "Yes. The girl arrested, Jessie Atkinson was framed."
Fellows leaned forward. "You have evidence to back this up?"
Vincent shook his head. "Not unless over 30 years of friendship with her brother counts."
Fellows frowned. "While that's not sufficient, other points of the case do seem a bit peculiar."
Vincent looked up.
"Like calling the police soon after he was murder."
"She didn't openly admit it though. So the police at the scene said."
Fellows nodded in understanding.
"There is one thing I found. Jessie said that this guy named Doug was there and this morning he was found dead. Apparently committed suicide."
Fellows nodded. "I'll send the report in, but I can't guarantee anything."
Harry stood and nodded.
"Return to Hillsboro, you'll receive a response there."
He nodded in agreement and left.
Fellows pulled out a piece of paper and jotted down some notes. Satisfied with what was written, he sealed it in an envelope and called his stenographer.
"Please deliver this to Mr. Jonas."
"Yes, sir." The stenographer took the envelope and left.
Fellows leaned back. "I hope Vincent knows what he's doing."