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...head a straw hat, on his arm a stick, in his breast pocket a handkerchief, at his throat a red cravat with large white polka dots, the chief police officer of the U. S. Senate last week set out upon a manhunt. Last year Sergeant-at-Arms Chesley W. Jurney tracked down through a fairyland of misadventures Lawyer-Lobbyist William P. MacCracken, one-time Assistant Secretary of Commerce for Aeronautics, helped to have him jailed for ten days for contempt of the Senate (TIME, Feb. 12, 1934, et seq.). Now Sleuth Jurney, on behalf of his Senatorial masters...
Surprise Ending. First visit of Sergeant Jurney and his entourage was to the Mayflower Hotel suite of Hopson Lawyer William A. Hill. There was no answer to their knock and the manager opened the room to prove it empty. As they left the hotel a newshawk spotted Mr. Hill telephoning in a booth. In full cry the pack swept across the lobby, carrying curious bystanders with them. The embarrassed lawyer retreated into the bar, where he accepted a contempt citation from Mr. Jurney, said he did not know where his client was but when they met would tell him that...
...Next Sergeant Jurney drove across the Potomac River to Alexandria, Va. to ask whether Mr. Hopson was staying at a small hotel there. He was not. Thereupon Sleuth Jurney good-naturedly treated his camp followers to beer and a fish supper, at a cost of $16 borrowed from a deputy on the understanding that it would be charged to their expense account...
Promptly at midnight the Pontchartrain's lights went out and the boat vanished in the night. On the hilltop slick-haired, thin-lipped Captain Lawrence L. Clayton of the U. S. Army Signal Corps and a sergeant bent over an apparatus of which the handful of witnesses, mostly newsmen, could make out little except the vague outline of a cylinder and the dim flicker of electric bulbs. Synchronized with the mechanism was an 800,000,000 candlepower Sperry searchlight mounted on a truck a few feet away...
Captain Clayton straightened up from his fiddling with the device. The sergeant barked: "Light!" Instantly the searchlight bored a narrow, dazzling hole through the darkness over the sea. Three miles away, one mile from where it was last seen, the Pontchartrain gleamed in the centre of the beam...