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AH he h» to do is to convince the *‘hfiy dwrteen-yeur-olddaugh ter Maxine was troubled with backache and pain when she came into womanhood. 1 knew Lydia E, Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound would help her be came 1 used to take it myself at her age. Now she does not have to stay home from school and her color is good, she eats weM and docs not complain of being tired. We are recom mending the Vegetable Com pound to other school girls who need it. You may publish this letter.”—Mrs. Floyd But cher, 2L 12, Gridley, Kansas. THE DESERT MOON MYSTERY BY KAY CLEAVER STRAHAN “As a matter of fact.” Can neziano answered, sitting down and making himself comfortable on the small davenport,” all that mess you stirred up about me, on the night of the murder, makes traveling not altogether agree able for the the present. Yes, ; think, all things considered, that having me for a guest, after having set all the police in the country on my trail, keeping me safely here, as it were, is about the least you can do, isn’t it?” “I reckon I could do a little less, in a pinch,” Sam drawled. ‘But, all things considered, as you say—though it might be you and I aren’t considering the same things—I’m glad to see you here. Make yoursell right at home, for you may be going to stay even longer than you planned.” “Righto! However, if you have some neat little scheme of trying to pin the murder on me, I’d advise you to aban don it. It I hadn’t had water tight alibis, all along the line—” . .. _L 1! -U A rktrcp yum watci-vig*11' alibis in a dry place till you need them,” Sam advised , “Maybe you will need them. We’ve got a crime analyst, specialist in murder cases, coming up here Friday. You can give your alibis to him.” “That crime analyst sounds like Lynn MacDonald. That’s j what she calls herself.” “She!” Sam said. “If you’ve got Lynn Mac Donald, you’ve got a woman.” “Hell!” Sam exploded. “Just the same," Canneziano said, “she’s the best die on the coast. Some say that she is the best in this country. Not that I give a hang. But, this is inside dope, if anybody can find who killed the Gaby, this MacDonald woman can. You should hear some of the San Quentin boys compliment her —In their way.” “We don’t want a woman Better wire her not to come, dad,”*John urged. This time it was Canneziano who looked quickly and sharp ly at John. “You’re dead right you had,” he said, “if you don’t want the murderer dis covered.” “Sam,” Hubert Hand sug gested, “you’d better wire and verify her references, any way.” Canneziano laughed. "I see what you are getting at. I take it you’ve all gotten pretty jumpy around here, these last few days. Can't see the wood pile for the niggers. Now this gentleman—by the by, Sam, you are forgetting your man ners; I have not, as yet. met any of your guests—thinks that this coming die may be a pal of mine; something of the sort. If that were the case, what good would it do to verify her references, by wire? The people you wired to would all answer that Lynn Mac Donald was honest, capable, and so forth. She’s got a repu tation around the bay that is hard to beat. But, if this were a plant, Jane Jones or Amaryllis Do Vere could come along, just the same, posing as Lynn MacDonald. If you are really concerned about it, why not have a Burns man bring her up? You shouldn t mind the extra expense, Sam.” “There’s generally more than one way to skin a cat,” Sam said, “besides the way you are told to do it.” Leaving us to think that over, he went to the telephone and called the office of the Morning Record, at Tl'lko, and asked for Mr. Clarence Pette. When he finally got him, he asked him whether he knew Lynn MacDonald. Evidently he said that he knew who she was, for Sam told him to take number Twenty-one at Telko, Friday afternoon, and to meet 13 him here, and he would pay him fifty dollars for his trouble. “Pretty work. Sam,” Canr.e ziano approved. “Too bad i got you all so rattled. As a matter of fact, I rather fancy myself in the role of a sleuth. If Lynn MacDonald woven t coming. I’d like to take a try at this job myself. For in stance, I noticed that, though Dan is in 'Frisco now—ac cording to the papers—none of you suggested that she meet Lynn MacDonald, have her identified, and bring her back here with her. I am trying to decide whether that means that you don’t trust the gentle Dan, or whether, though the newspapers say she is to re turn at once to her home in Nevada, you do not expect her to return.” “It means neither,” John snapped. “Mr. Cannesiano,” I said, “this is John Stanley, Sam’s adopted son. He and Danny are engeged to be married. This other gentleman is Mr. Hubert Hand, and the lady is Mrs. Ricker.” Things felt real polite, for a minute, as they always do ■ just after folks have been in- ; troduced. “Bad times you have been having around here, lately,” Canneziano said, pleasantly, as if he were talking about the weather. Mrs. Ricker excused herself and went upstairs. CHAPTER XXXVII Strangler Bauermont Sam spoke directly to Can neziano. ‘ Did you ever know a man named Bauermont— Lewis Bauermont?” ‘‘Strangler Bauermont? Very well indeed. Has he anything to do with it?” "What’s that you called him?” Sam asked, sharply. "Strangler Bauermont, you mean?” I remember that Danny had told me his nickname was • Mexico.” Sam said, "That’s what I mean. How did he come by a name like that?” "He is by way of being a wrestler, I believe; and won the name for some particularly clever hold that brought his man down every time. I have never gone in for that sort of thing—can’t give you scien tific details. He was a jiu-jitsu expert, also. Oh, no, no,” as he noticed our quickening in terests. ‘‘He is a continent and an ocean away, at present. Moreover, murder is quite outside his line—quite. And he was, I believe, rather smitten than otherwise with the Gaby.” You are sure ne is in Europe now? Sam questioned “I had a letter from him, only a few days ago, written and sent from Deauville. A cable to Scotland Yard would locate him precisely for you. I have no doubt. Assuming, of course, that you don’t mind spending a few dollars.” “I suppose,” Sam mused, “that he could easy teach his strangling trick to another man.” “Undoubtedly. But isn’t the entire connection rather foolish, when one stops to think that Strangler has been, for years, badly smitten with the lady?” “I guess he got over that.” Sam said. “Seems, now. as if he was anxious to be shed of her.” “Oh-ho! And he famous for his constancy to the Gaby. Nine, ten. I don’t know how many years. However, though I’ll grant his name belies it. he was a smooth, diplomatic cuss. I think you can be prac tically certain that he would draw the line at murder— under any circumstances.” letter you had from Balanced Rations Raise Hens’ Output 144 Eggs Necessary to Jus tify Keeping for Produc tion, Expert Says Brcokings, S. D.—lAP)—How a balanced ration brought an in creased yearly profit of $2.12 per hen through greater egg production wiU V shown in the South Dakota State college poultry department's exhibit at the state fair. The average yearly egg produc tion of South Dakota hens Is only 54. O. J. Weisner, extension poultry man, said At least 90 eggs are re quired to pay for the feed and care of one hen for a year and 144 eggs are necessary to provide an Income sufficiently above production costs to justify keeping hens for egg pro duction. in his opinion. Three-year experiments carried on at Purdue university showed that hens fed on grain only produced 57 eesta apiece on the nun,' sam said. *1 suppose you destroyed it?” “I don’t tie my letters into packets bound with blue rib bons.” ‘‘Was it written in code?” “No. You see, the hotel where I was putting up just then was. one might say. over regulated. Letters written in code were not favorably re garded there.” “Could you read a letter written in his code?” “I fancy so. If you have a Spanish dictionary.” “There was nothing Spanish about this one. It was just a ! jumble of letters.” “I don’t know it then. I’m rather clever with codes, how ever. I fancy I could decipher it, with a bit of study.” “Do they speak Spanish in j Mexico?” I questioned; and was rewarded by having all present look at me as if they thought that I had just de veloped a yearning for cul tural, geographical knowledge. “I am getting at something,” I explained. “Was this Bauer mont man ever in Mexico?” "Unfriendly persons,” Can neziano answered, “insinuate that Mexico is his native land.” “Did anyone ever call him | Mexico’?” “To his fury, yes. Is it rele vant?” Sam asked, “Where were j you, do you know, at the time of the Tonopah train robbery, three years ago? You were here, right shortly after that, I seem to remember.” “I stopped for a friendly visit, and you kicked me out, and into my downfall at ’Frisco. My three years in the big house are at your door. But I hold no grudge.” “What I want to know is, 1 v/here were you at the time of the train robbery?” “I was in Denver, since you insist.” “Was this Strangler fellow there with you?” “He was. Pardon my curio- j sity, but is this leading to : something?” “I don’t know. Do you? This Strangler friend of yours told the girls that you and he robbed that train.” Canneziano’s face went dark and ugly. “So the girls say, ugh?” “He told them that,” John said. There was threat enough in his voice to make Canne ziano come off his perch. “Is that possible?” he ques tioned, but pleasantly enough. “I can’t see his motive. As a matter of fact, when we read the accounts of how easily the thing had been pulled off. we did rather regret that we had not taken a try vt it ourselves. If he had not iniftided himself in his confession to the girls, I would think that he had some friendly reason for pre ferring me in captivity. . . . No, I don’t get it.” “We think he has denied it, since.” Sam said. “We think that the code letter, which none of us can read, is his denial. No matter. Your story tots up straight enough with the one we have.” •■Gratnymg, a am suit*, x wonder whether I might see this code letter? As I’ve re marked—I’ve a beastly habit of bragging, I hope you don’t mind—I am rather clever with the things.” I went upstairs to get it. I am not denying that it gave me the creeps tc go into Gaby’s room,, alone at night. When I opened the doofr, and saw that the light on the table was lit, and that someone was stand ing beside it, I all but jumped out of my shoes. It was Mrs. Ricker. She turned to me, and apologized, quietly, for having startled me. “I was looking at these things,” she went on. “They know. They were here. If only one of them could talk—” “I thought,” I am sure I spoke too tartly, “that you knew. You said that you did.” “Sam doesn’t believe it,” she answered. “Doesn’t that give me, her mother, a right to doubt, if I can?” I was all out of sorts. “It would have been better to have doubted it, in the first place,” I said. those fed a balanced ration, includ ing a good egg-laying mash, pro duced 179 eggs a hen, a gain of 122 eggs in favor of the balanced ra tion. Besides portraying these facts, the State college exhibit will show how a South Dakota poultryman, feed ing a balanced ration, made a total net profit of $1,160.78 from 334 hens. The formula for mixing the “Big 5 Mash” will also be included in the exhibit. —-»♦ -- Checks Are No Check. From the St. I.ouis Pnst-Dispatch‘. ■*1 know. But 1 didn't—X couldn’t. Sam does. And then, that man coming into th* house to-nigl»t—I can’t ex plain it; bm:, someway, he made all of *s, even Hubert seem so good The house itself felt, to me— do you under stand?—good As if any wickec thing would hive to come intc it from the o itside, from far away, just as he came into if to-night?” I did understand. I had hac that feeling of drawing dost to the others and away from him, the minute he had come into the room. But I was sc put out with her, for startling me, and b.'ing in Gaby’s room, anywsy, poking arount —though land knows she hao a right to he there, and 1 might have done the same thing mysell, with my lists ol clues, and so on—that I jusf said I suppose i so, and pickec up the letter, at 'the same time locking #ver the othei things on the table to be surf nothing was missing. “Perhaps,” she said, should not ha^e come in here' I suppose when the detective comes, he—she would like tc see the room as nearly a.s possible undisturbed. Do you trunk it would be i good plan to lock it, and tc give the key to jam, until she does come?” She went around with me while I locked the doors or the inside. We had to lock tin doors in Danny’s room, too since the two rooms had onlj the curtained doorway be tween them. We went into tin hall through Darny’s room. 1 locked that door ufter us. She told me good-night and went to her own room. I went down stairs, and gave the key ant the letter to Sam. “Wise idea, Mary,” he said whpn I told him that I hac locked the rooms, “I suppose Canneziano would tell you, though, that locked doors dc not a prison make.” He handec the letter to him. “Looks rather confusing doesn’t it? Canneziano said when he had unfolded ant strajgntened the pages. “Still these things are generally quite simple. What price dej ciphering it, Sam?” “No price, to you,” San answered. He returned the letter to it envelope and tossed it on tht table. “Fair enough,” he said. “I fancy,” he questioned, next, “that Lynn MacDonald is going to get rather a gooc thing out of this, eh?” “That depends on her sue cess,” Sam answered. “Yes? I understand sh takes jobs on that basis quit> often. It is not thoroughly ap proved in the best criminal circles. Too much incentive tc frame a case. However, that theory of framing has beer over exploited. My proposition cards on the table, is this: If j beat the lady to it, discover the murderer before she does will you pay me what you hav< agreed to pay her?” “Canneziano,” Sam said “get this. Get it now. I’ll pa; you not one red cent for any thing. Not one red cent.” “Fair enough,” Canneziam repeated. "And my mistake Undoubtedly, I should hav« worded it differently. For in stance—What will you pay m< not to discover the murderei on the Desert Moon Ranch?’ A week ago, Sam would have got up and kicked him oul j through the door for thai , question. This evening Sarr sat still and looked him over sort of sliding his eyes up anc down over his smooth dapper ness. Finally he drawled, “Gc as far as you like, Canne ziano. Only— you won’t get anywhere you’d like to be, not on that line.” “Presently, perhaps,” Can neziano answered. “No hurry.’ I’ll be switched if Sarr didn’t sit there and murmur | mildly. “ Said the Carpen- j ter,’ ” to himself. (TO B> CONTINUED) VALUABLE CITRUS CROP California citrous growers re ceived more than $120,000,000 fc their crop last year. 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