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e going to move out." "Yes!" he repeated. "I've got a job that carries the highest salary on the paper. You remember the yellow-haired girl who killed herself awhile ago?" he asked. "Indeed I do. Everybody knows about that case." "Well, it got too tough for the police and the other reporters, so they turned it over to me. It's a bully assignment, and my pay starts when I solve the mystery. Now I'm starved; I wish you'd rustle me some grub." "But, Mr. Anderson, you're bill for this week? You know I get paid in--" "Tut, tut! You know how newspapers are. They don't pay in advance, and I can't pay you until they pay me. You'll probably have to wait until Saturday, for I'm a little out of practice on detective stuff. But I'll have this thing cleared up by then. You don't appreciate--you _can't_ appreciate--what a corking assignment it is." Anderson had a peculiarly engaging smile, and five minutes later he was wrecking the pantry of all the edibles his fellow-boarders had overlooked, the while his landlady told him her life's history, wept over the memory of her departed husband, and confessed that she hoped to get out of the boarding-house business some time. A good night's sleep and a hearty breakfast put the young man in fine fettle, and about ten o'clock he repaired to a certain rooming-house on Main Street, the number of which he obtained from the clipping in his pocket. A girl answered his ring, but at sight of him she shut the door hurriedly, explaining through the crack: "Mrs. MacDougal is out and you can't come in." "But I want to talk to you." "I'm not allowed to talk to reporters," she declared. "Mrs. MacDougal won't let me." A slight Scotch accent gave Anderson his cue. "MacDougal is a good Scotch name. I'm Scotch myself, and so are you." He smiled his boarding-house smile, and the girl's eyes twinkled back at him. "Didn't she tell you I was coming?" "Why, no, sir. Aren't you a reporter?" "I've been told that I'm not. I came to look at a room." "What room?" the girl asked, quickly. "We haven't any vacant rooms." "That's queer," Anderson frowned. "I can't be mistaken. I'm sure Mrs. MacDougal said there was one." The door opened slowly. "Maybe she meant the one on the second floor." "Precisely." An instant later he was following his guide up-stairs. Anderson recognized the room at a glance, from its description, but the girl did not mention the tragedy which had occurred
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