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i the mystery gIrL 1 By CAROLYN WEI.1.8.__((opyrl.ht, mt.) (Continu'd from hatordny.) Oh. well, get what you can from them," said Morton, pettishly. "I suppose you deduce a tall man, with blue eyes and two teeth missing.” "Don’t be cheap, Morton. And, on the contrary, I deduce a small man. They are small footprints, and close together. The Japanese are smo.ll inen. Morton.” “Well, these prints are more than 24 hours old, and they're pot clear enough to Incriminate anybody.” "They haven't changed an iota from the moment they were made. This cold snap has kept everything frozen solid. Look at the frost still on the panes, the icicles still on the window sashes, the ice coating still on the trees and branches. In fact, it has grown steadily colder since night be fore last, and until it begins to thaw tvs have these footprints as intact evidence. I will have them photo graphed.” "They are small.” Morton agreed after further examination. “And as you say, too close together for an or dinary sized man. It looks like the Jap.” “Beginning to wake up, are you? You’ve sure been asleep at the switch, Morton.” “Nothing of the sort, Mr. Cray. But I ought to have help. I’ve had all I could tackle, making the necessary first inquiries, and getting the facts straightened out.” “That business could ha%fe waited better than these other things. Now, there’s Critnmins, the lawyer, arriv ing Let's interview him. But not in the study. Keep that clear.” They met Crimmins in the hall, and took him to the living room. The matter of the will was immedi ately taken up, and Mrs. Bates was asked to tell which desk drawer it was in. Accompanied b ythe lawyer and the secretary, Mrs. Bates indicated the drawer, and Lockwood opened it with his key. There were a few papers in it, but no will. Nor could further search disclose any such document. “Who took it?” said Mrs. Bates blankly. No no one could answer her. The others came thronging in, Cray's ur gent requests to keep out of the study being entirely ignored. “I knew it,” declared Mrs. Teyton triumphantly. "Now, I guess you won’t l>o so cocky, Kntily Bates—you or your ‘authority? " Mrs. Bates looked at her. “I am the heir.” she said haughtily. “I as sert that—but I cannot prove it until the will is found. It isn't in your possession, Mr. Crtmmins?" "No; Dr. Waring preferred to keep it himself. I cannot understand its disappearance." “A lot of paper has been burned in this fireplace,” said Helen Teyton, who was poking the ashes around. Morton hastened to look, for it seemed to him as if everybody was stealing his thunder. "Nothing that can be identified, he said, carelessly. “No?” demurred Cray. "At any rate, it looks as if some legal papers were destroyed. This bit of ash is quite evidently thy remainder of sev eral sheets folded together.” But no definite knowledge could he gained outside the fact that much paper had been burned there. As no tire had been made Bince the dis covery of the tragedy, it stood to reason the papers were burned by Dr. Waring himself or by his midnight intruder, if there were such a one. "Well,” Cray demanded of the law yer. "if no will can be found, then who inherits the property of Dr. War ing? And is it considerable?” “Yes: Dr. Waring had quite a for tune,” Crlmmins told them. "As to an heir, he has a distant cousin—a sec ond cousin, who, 1 suppose, would be the legal inheritor, in the absence of any will. But. I know he made a will in Mrs. Bates’ favor, and it in cluded a few minor legacies to the members of this household and some neighbors.’* “I know it.” Mrs. Bates said. I m perfectly familiar with all the be quests. But where is the will? It must l<e found! It can't have been burned!" ,, “We've no right to assume that those paper ashes are the will, but 1 confess I fear it," Crimmins an nounced, his face drawn with anx iety.' "I should be deeply sorry, if it is "so, for the cousin I speak of is a ne'er do well young man, and not at all a favorite of his late relative. His name is Maurice Trask and he lives in St. Louis. I suppose he must be notified in any case.” "Yes.” said Cray, "that must he done But, please, all go out of this room', for the fingerprint experts and the photographers are coming soon, and everv moment you people stay here, you help to cloud or destroy possible clues." Impressed by his sternness, they (lied out and gathered in the living room. ... „ , There they found a neighbor, oal lonstall Adams, awaiting them. "I (a8iii6 over,” Iip said, with scant preliminary greetings, “because I have something to tell. You in charge, Mr. Cray?" , ,,, "Yes, Salt, what do you know? "This. I was awake late night be fore last—the night Doc Waring died, and i was looking out my window, and it was pretty light, with the snow and the moonlight and all. and I saw a man—a small man, creeping along sly like. And I watched him, he went along past my house down toward the railroad tracks lie had a hag with him. and a bundle beside. I wouldn t have noticed him probably, but he skulked along so and seemed, so Tear ful that somebody'd see him." “Nogi?" said Gordon Lockwood, calmly, looking at the speaker. "Don't say it was. and don t say It wasn't. But I went down to the sta tion and the station master told me that that Jap of Warings went oil on the milk train." "He did!” cried Morton, "what time does that train go through?" •' 'Bout 4:30. The fellow passed my house 'long about 12:30, 1 should say —though I didn't look, and he must have waited around the station all that time till the milk train came along.’’ "Is the station master sure it was Nogi?" asked Mrs. Peyton, greatly ' X"Said he was. and there’s mighty few Japs in Corinth, all told.” “Of course it was Nogi. said Lock wood and Morton snapped him up with, "Why are you so sure?’ Lockwood treated the detective to one of his most disconcerting stares, and said: . , . "You. a detective, and ask such a simple question! Why, since there are hut a very few’ Japanese in this town, and since one of them left on that milk train, and since all the rest Parents’ Problems Is there danger of Illness to chil dren from pet animals? Physicians tell ua that there is, If the pet animals are not well or are not clean. It has been found that cases of scarlet fever have been traced to cats and severe colds to dogs. The wise and safe thing to do is to keep the family pets well and dean. Consult the local veterinary as to how to do this. Peta are a de light to children and are a means of teaching them kindness to ani mals. Have them, but take care of them; then, they are safe. are accounted for, and only Nogl la missing—it doesn't seem to me to re quire superhuman intelligence to in fer that it was Nogi who took his de parture." “And who was mixed up In the murder of Dr. John Waring?” cried Morton, exasperated beyond all cau tion by the ironic tone of Lockwood. “And unless you can explain some matters, sir, you may be considered mixed up in the same despicable deed!" “What matters?” Cordon Lockwood asked, but his already pale face turned a shade whiter. "First, sir, you have a large num her of unpaid bills In your posses sion." The secretary’s face was no lorsger white. The angry blood flew to it, and he fairly clenched his hands in an effort to preserve his usual calm, nor even then, could he entirely suc ceed. "What if I have?” he cried, "and how do you know? You’ve searched my rooms!” "Certainly," said Morton, "I warned you I should do so." "But, in my absence!" "The law is not always over cere monious," "Now, Mr. Lockwood," Cray began, “don't get excited.” Gordon Lockwood almost laughed. For him to be told not to get ex cited! ile, who never allowed himself to be even slightly ruffled or per turbed! This would never do! "I'm not excited, Mr. Cray,” he said, and he wasn't, now, "but I am annoyed that my private papers should be searched without my knowl edge. Surely I might-” "Never mind the amenities of life, Mr. Lockwood," Cray went on; "your effects were searched on the authority of a j)olice warrant. Now, regarding these bills-" "I have nothing to say. A man has a right to his unpaid bills." “But he has not a right to steal $500 In cash and a ruby pin. in order to he able to pay them!" This from Morton, and Instead of replying to the detective in any way. Lockwood Ig nored the speech utterly, quite as If he had not heard It, and addressed Cray. “Was anything further found to In- ! criminate me?" he arked. "Was there anything else to he found?” said Cray, catching at the implied suggestion. "That's for your sleuths to say. I know of nothing." "Well, there's your round, sharp penholder. And the fact that you had keys to all desk drawers. Also the fart that only you and the Jap are known to have been In that part of the house that night. These things were not learned from the search of your rooms: but your pecuniary em barrassment, which was discovered, all go together to make a web of cir cumstances that call for investiga tlon.” , "Don’t beat about the hush! ex claimed Lockwood, his lips set and Ills eyes staring coldly at the district at torney. "I'd far rather be accused definitely than have it hinted that I am responsible for this crime.” "But wo haven't sufficient evidence, Mr. Lockwood, to accuse you defi nitely, that's why we must question you." . I •'Sufficient! You haven t any evi dence at all!” “Oh, we have some." with a turn of his head, Cray summoned a man who stood at the hall door. The man came in and handed Cray a report. "H'm,” the attorney scanned the paper. “We find, Mr. Lockwood, fresh fingerprints on the chair which stood near Dr. Waring’s desk. Facing the doctor's chair, in fact, as if some one had sat there talking to him. Did you?” I "No; I never sat down and talked to him. I was always waiting on him in the matter of bringing books or taking letters for transcription, and in any case, I either stood, or sat at tny desk, never in that chair you speak of." "This man will take the fingerprints of all present,” the attorney directed, and one and all submitted to the process. Old Salt Adams was greatly Inter ested. "Hut you can't get the prints of Friend Jap,” he said. "Like's not he’d be of more importance than all of us put together. Me, now, I can’t see where I come in.” (To He Continued Tomorrow.) Uncle Sam Says Help the Roys. Almost every boy has his tool chest and is constantly endeavoring to use it. Realizing this, the government aims to help him to produce articles useful on the farm and In the home. The government booklet, "Farm and Home Mechanics," describes the necessary tools and gives directions for such general work as setting posts, building fences, planting trees, pruning, caring for harness, laying cement walks, painting and soldering. The most useful part of the booklet is the 30 working drawings covering many useful household conveniences which anyone can make. Readera of The Omaha Bee may obtain a copy of this booklet direct from the government for the cost of printing by sending 15 cents in coin to the Superintendent of Documents, Government Printing Office. Washing ton. D. C., asking for “Farm and Home Mechanics—Indian Office." Do not send postage stamps. Holds Evidence in Mouth. Cortland, N. Y.t Dec. 24.—A private detective employed by Cortland coun ty to get evidence against Thomas Riley, local "mine host," believed to be violating the Mullan-Gage dry law will Jjave to tell how he carried away the evidence In his mouth when the case Is moved for trial in county court here. [&JFEPY -TIME tales TOMMY FOX. 'VENTURER Wisc^BAiifr CHAPTER XXVI. The Fox Family's Thanksgiving. It was a cold, bleak morning—the morning of Thanksgiving day. And j for the Fox family it was a sad morn ing too. They had no turkey. Jlr. Fox had waited too long. When he tried to got a turkey there was none , to be had. He had spent most of the night in one last desperate search. And now he sat with his wife and his son, moaning and groaning. Young I civile S6 TheyVo had. their Thanksgiving dmneri'Mr. Fox gasped. Tommy Fox whimpered a bit now and then. But Mrs. Fox's spirits seemed remarkably good. "Don’t worry!" she told her son. ‘‘We'll have a good dinner. I broke into Farmer Green’s vegetable cellar last night." "Hurrah!” cried Mr. Fox. "You found a turkey there.” “Oh,no! But I found plenty of vegetables," Mrs. Fox explained. "Vegetables!” Mr. Fox exclaimed with a curl of his lip. "Vegetables!” “I want some turkey, ma!” Tommy wailed. “You poor child! I'm afraid you'll have to wait until next Thanksgiving day,” ills mother told him. "We’ll have a turkey then. I shall never again leave such an important matter to anybody else. I shall do the mar- | keling myself." Mr. Fox stirred uneasily. "Now, Marla!” he whined. “Just I because I had bad luck once in my life you don't need to talk like that. I've always found a way out of every difficulty, I've no doubt that before Thanksgiving day is over we shall have some turkey, somehow." “Have you any plans?" asked Mrs. Fox in a cold voice. "Not at this moment!” her husband replied. “But I'm thinking hard." Mrs. Fox rose to her feet and started to turn away. "Where are you going?" Mr. Fox inquired. "I'm going to prepare the vege tables for dinner.” "Don’t!" said Mr. Fox. "Wait a second! I have an idea." "What is it?" his wife asked him. "We ll all go a-vlslting!’ Mrs. Fox shook her head. "I shouldn't like to do that." stie objected. "For a family of three to drop in for dinner without being in vited-" "Don’t worry about that!" Mr. Fox interrupted. "We'll each go to a dif ferent place. Le trne see! You can go to your Uncle John’s house over the hill. Tommy ran go to his Great uncle Joseph's. I'll go somewhere else. It doesn't matter where I go, anyhow. I’ll find something to eat, somewhere!” Now, Mr. Fox intended to get a share of ' two turkeys. His wife had told him the day before that her cou sin, Frederica Fox, had showed her a fine bird lhat she was saving for the holiday. And there was Mrs. Fox's Aunt Fanny. She had a beautiful tur key too. Mr. Fox meant to visit both of these relations of his wife's. As for Uncle John and Undo Joseph, they had big families. Mr. Fox thought that the servings of turkey would be small at their houses. Mrs. Fox said at last that her bus band's plan scented to be about the best one they could follow. And as soon as they had ail had a short nap she and Tommy set cut a-vis lting. Mr. Fox smiled slyly as he watched them start up the hill. And then, hav ing been out all night, ho thought he’d take another nap before be went to get his dinner at his wife's rela tions. Mr. Fox must have been very tired. He slept all day long. When he did at last wake up he stretched himself, put on his best clothes, and went out of doors. "My goodness!" he exclaimed. “It's dark! It's later than I supposed.” And he hurried away to Aunt Fanny Fox' house. He found no one at home. Indeed he found nothing at all in the home except some turkey bones, all licked clean. "They’ve had their Thanksgiving , Sr a ^ f) Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Is Our Sincere Wish Omaha Stock £?Bond Company Peters Trust Building Omaha, Neb. i dinnor!" 51 r. Fox gasped. And then he rushed off to visit his wife's cousin, Frederica Fox. Ife heard merry sounds as he drew near his wife's cousin’s home. "I'm just in time,’ ’ho murmured with a sigh of relief. But he wasn’t. There wasn’t a bit of turkey—nor anything else left. Mr. Fox declined an invitation to stay and have a good time. He went homo and ate some cold vegetables. And he was very gloomy when Mrs. Fox and Tommy returned. “We had plenty of turkey—both of us," Mrs. Fox told him. “Uncle John had six turkeys for his family. Uncle Joseph had seven.” Mr. Fox grunted. “Small ones—no doubt!” he said. "And scrawny and tough!" “No! They were fine," said 5Irs. Fox. "And what luck did you have? T hope you didn't overeat. Tou seem to he in low spirits. Have you a pain?” “Yes—a terrible one!” Mr. Fox answered with a groan. “But it’s not from overeating." (Copyright, 1932 > After five months' study the na tional advisory committee on aero nautics has approved the design of the navy dirigible air ship ZR-2, which is being built at Lakehurat, N. J., My Marriage Problems Adole Garrison's New Phase of "Revelations of a W ife." What Troubled Madge as Slie Watched Claire and liiiKj. Long before wc had,, finished Mrs. Barker's delicious supper I had satis fied myself upon two points of the problem which the escapade of Dicky and Claire Foster had presented to tne. Claire Foster was not in love with my husband, and there had been no lender passages between them. I was sure, also, that the girl, head strong, self centered, careless of other people's rights as she was, yet had not deliberately attracted Dicky's attention as had Bess Dean, for instance. Dicky had taken the initiative, had sought her company, and had urged the ikir excursion upon her. I would have staked a great deal upon the truth of tny convictions. But there was another question that was vital to me. which puzzled me greatly, and set my pulses throbbing with an emotion holding botii fear and anger in It. What was Dicky's feeling for Claire Foster? Whether because of my own van ity or from my years of experience with my Peter Pan, it had not oc i-uned to me to doubt my husband s essential loyalty of spirit. 1 hud been bitterly angry with him for subjecting me to such a performance as this which T had just been compelled to experience, but I bad felt no fear of losing his love such as had come to me twice before, once In the first year of our marrige when Grace Draper had caused me so much mental an guish by Dicky's apparent Infatuation for her. and later when I had felt that Kdlth Fairfax's deep and apparently hopeless love for him was at last meet ing a response. Kilt there was something in t lie way Dicky's eyes kept going back to the girl's face, as though the act were something outside bis volition, which troubled me. I knew that her type of beauty was one that he greatly ad mired—eve had Ixith remarked her Vc senmblanee to Grace Draper, and as long as life is left to me I shall re member that once he called Grace Draper's beauty "practically fault less." Of course I knew that never more would Grace Draper have power to ; stir his pulses with anything save aversion and horror—her attempt to spirit away our boy had settled (hat. tut here was a girl of the same type, the type he admired so much, and who possessed tn addition youth— glorious youth—and qualities of heart and brain which Grace 1'iapcr never had known. Had association with hot led him—? "I Shall Slay With Miss Fueler." I cut myself short right there, and forced myself to slop watching my husband, c\en in the unobtrusive manner in which I had veiled my surveillance. Either he eared for her or he didn't, l said to myself with a frantic attempt to set my common sense in the saddle. If he did, I must face the music, if he did not, there was no reason for me to he perturbed. Glad, indeed, was I to see Miss Cargill appear at the dining room door. Action of any kind was a re lief from the torturing thoughts which possessed me. “Is this the audience we're to stand on our hind legs for?” Dicky de manded in a whisper as lie caught sight of her. 1 had explained to him that Miss Cargill would came to us for a minute or two by agreement with me. I nodded assent, and despite my anger at hint and the secret tremors which itis glances at Claire Foster had given me, the laugh I gave at his ex iggorated posture of preparation for an interview was no pretended one. lie sprang to U's feel to, Mis* Cargill reaehed our tslde. murmured a courtly acknowledgment to the In troditciion. and seated her at it chair I next himself with great impressment, "llow about that. Madge?" lie de manded id’ me with mischief written all over It is face. "Hid 1 do that light according to the chapter on introductions In that etiquette Isiok we have at home? And what do 1 do next, offer the lady some cold chicken or bruit her with a cup? ^ on sec. Miss Cargill " ho turned to her smiling, "the hook, comprehensive as it is, gives tue absolutely no hint ns to what is expected of one when interviewed." "1 m not going to stay long .ugh to make it worth your while to re member," Miss Cargill said brightly. And I need not m Is w hether or not Miss .Foster has recovered." She smiled at the girl. "Hut may 1 ask when you Mive here?" "Tomorrow.' I struck in promptly: “1 shall st.-u here with Miss Foster tonight, and tomorrow we shall Join Mr. <!i alia in m Faldwln In time for the first train to New York.” 1 was watching Dicky furtively ns I spoke, for I had not yet told him of this plan, and was viciously *jlad of the piqued astonishment whlclfi for an Instant flashed Into his eyes. 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