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SYNOPSIS
Philo Vance, expert In aolvlng
crime mysteries, is called In to in
vestigate the supposed suicide of
Archer Coe. District Attorney Mark
ham and Vance go to Coe's house.
They find Wrede, a friend of Coe's,
there; also a Signor Grass!, a guest.
The door of the death chamber is
bolted from the inside. They force
It. Coe Is clothed In a dressing
gown, but wears street shoes. Vance
says It is murder. The medical
examiner finds evidences of a crime.
He says Coe had been dead for
hours when the bullet entered his
head. A small wound Is found, which
had bled internally. It is proved that
Coe was fully dressed when he was
stabbed. They find a wounded Scotch
terrier. Vance takes the dog to a
veterinarian, declaring the animal
should prove an Important connect
ing link. Gamble says Brisbane Coe,
Archer's brother, left for Chicago
the previous afternoon.
CHAPTER III—Continued
—6—
Vance was silent for a moment.
There was the suggestion of a frown
on his forehead; and 1 knew that
something was troubling him. With
out change of expression he put an
apparently Irrelevant question to
Gamble.
“Did you, by any chance, see Mr.
Archer Ooe after you returned to
the house last night?"
"No—I didn’t see him, sir.” There
was a slight hesitancy In the reply,
and Vance looked- toward the man
quickly.
“Come, come, Gamble,” he admon
ished severely. “What's on your
mind?”
“Well, sir—It’s really nothing;
but when I went up to bed I noticed
that the library doors were open
and that the lights were on. I
thought, of course, that Mr. Archer
was still in the library. And then I
noticed the light in Mr. Archer’s
bedroom here, through the keyhole,
and I took It for granted that he
had retired. So I went back to the
library and turned out the lights
and shut the doors.”
“You heard no sound in here?”
“No, sir.”
Vnnce yawned mildly.
“By the by, there's a question I
forgot to ask. Did Mr. Brisbane Coe
take a walking stick with him when
he set forth for Chicago?”
“Yes, sir. He never goes any
where without a stick. He’s sub
ject to rheumatism—”
“So he’s told me a score of times.
. . . And what kind of stick did
he take with him?’’
“His ivory-headed stick, sir. Its
his favorite. . .
“The one with a crooked handle
and the carvings?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re quite sure, are you, that
he took this particular stick with
him to Chicago?”
“Positive. I handed It to him my
self at the door of the taxicab.”
Vance kept his eyes on the man,
and stood up. He walked very de
liberately to where Gamble sat, and
looked down at him searchingly.
“Gamble,” he spoke pointedly—
“did you see Mr. Brisbane Coe In
this house after you returned last
night?”
The butler went white, and his
lips began to tremble. The question
was so unexpected that even I re
ceived a distinct shock from It.
Markham half rose in his chair, and
Heath froze into a startled attitude,
his cigar half raised to his lips.
Gamble cringed beneath Vance’s
steady gaze.
"No, sir—no, sir!" he cried. “Hon
est to God, I didn't! I would have
told you If I had."
Vance shrugged and turned away.
"Still, he was here lust night.”
“What's back of that remark?”
Markham demanded. "How do you
know Brisbane Coe was here last
| night?"
“Very simple: his Ivory-headed
1 stick Is hanging over the hack of
; one of the chairs In the lower hall."
CHAPTER IV
The Missing Man and the Ting
Yao Vase.
TIIKKK was a momentary tense
silence. Vance's statement, with
j the iMisslldlllies it suggested, threw u
pall of vague horror over ull of us.
Unsteadily Gamble rose, and brac
ing himself with one hand on the
back of bis chair, glare I at Vance
like a man who bad seen a mnlig
nunt sjierter.
“You—are sure you saw the slick,
sir?" be stammered, with a hideous
' contortion of the fuce. “1 didn't **•«•
i It. And Mr. Brisbane never bangs
| Ids stick over the hall chair, lie al
( ways puts It In the umbrella stand
! Maybe some one else—”
"Who but Mr. Brisbane himself
• would bring that stick back to the
house and hang it over a chair in
the hall?"
"But, Mr. Vance, sir," the man
persisted in an awed tone, "he once
reprimanded me for hanging it over
a chair—he said It might fall and
get broken. Why, sir, should he
hang it over the chair?"
“Less noisy, perhaps, thnn chuck
ing It Into a brass umbrella holder."
Markham was leaning over the
desk scowling at Vance.
“What do you mean by that?” he
demanded.
Vance lifted his eyes slowly and
let them rest on the district at
torney,
"I opine, my dear Markham," he
said slowly, "that brother Brisbane
didn’t want anyone to hear him
when he returned here last night.
He started for Chicago on a night
when he knew no one but Archer
would be home. And then he missed
his train—to speak euphemistically.
He returned to the house—with his
stick. And here’s his stick . . .
but no Brisbane. And Archer—the
sole occupant of this cultured domi
cile last night—has gone to his
Maker In most outlandish fashion.”
“Good G—d, Vance!” Markham
sank back In his chair. "You don’t
mean thnt Brisbane—?"
“Tut, tut! There you go jumping
at conclusions again. . . ." Vance
began walking up and down, his
hands sunk deep In his coat pock
ets. “I can understand Brisbane’s
presence here last night," he mur
mured as If to himself, "but I can’t
understand the presence of his stick
here this morning. It’s very curious
—It doesn’t fit Into the picture.
Even if he hod not taken the Lake
Shore Limited to Chicago, there
were other trains later on.”
"How do you know the bird didn’t
take another train—that is, suppos
ing he’d missed the Lake Shore
Limited?"
“By the stick in the lower hall,
Sergeant."
“Couldn't a guy forget his stick?"
“Not Brisbane Coe—and certainly
not in the circumstances. . . .”
“What circumstances?" cut in
Markham.
“That’s what I don’t know exact
ly.” Vance made a wry face. "But I
begin to see a method in all this
seeming madness; and that stick
downstairs stnnds out like some ter
rible and accusing error. . .
He stopped abruptly, and sudden
ly swinging about, went toward the
door.
“I’ll be back In a minute. There’s
a possibility. . . .’’ He passed swift
ly Into the ball.
Presently he returned to the
room, smoking abstractedly. His
face was crestfallen.
“He’s not there,’’ he announced.
"I thought Brisbane might be In his
room. But the shades are up; and
the bed hasn’t been slept In; and
the lights are out.’’ He sat down
wearily. “His room’s empty.”
The sergeant planted himself In
front of Vance.
“Look here, Mr. Vance, even if he
did miss the Lake Shore Limited,
lie's probably on his way to Chi
cago. Anybody might forget a stick.
Ills suitcase ain’t here—”
Vance leaped to his feet.
“The suitcase—that’s it! What
would he have done with the suit
case If he had not taken the early
train and had Intended to go on to
Chicago later . . .?”
“He’d have checked it la the sta
tion, wouldn’t he?"
“Exactly!" Vance wheeled to
Gamble. “Describe that suitcase.”
"It was Just an ordinary case,
sir,” the man replied in a dazed
tone. “Black sealskin, leather lined,
with rounded corners and the Ini
tials ‘B. C.' In gold letters over one
end."
Vance turned back to Heath.
"Can you check on that in the
parcel room at the stntion. Ser
geant? It's Important.”
"Sure I can.” He beckoned Snlt
kln with a Jerk of the head. "Got
the dope?”
The detective grinned.
"II—1, yea," he rumbled. "A
dnch.”
"Then hop to It," ordered Heath.
"And phone me pronto. . . . Make
it snappy."
Snitkin disappeared.
"Where do you think Brisbane
• ’oo tits Into tills affair?" Markham
asked Vance.
"1 don't know—I’m not sure. But
muny strange things happened here
last night. Certain plans went
awry. Events overlapped ona an
other. Nothing happened on sched
ule.”
“But Brisbane Coe." persisted
Markham.
"There has always been bad
nlood between Archer and Bris
bane, for some reason. I’ve never
underetooil It. . . . By the by,
maybe Ml*# Lake could enlighten
us while we're waiting for Snlt
kln'a call. ... I say, Gamble,
ask the young lady to be good
enough to Join us here."
The butler went out, and five
minutes later Hilda Lake came
swinging Into the room.
"Sorry to have kept you wait
ing and all the usual amenities,”
she said, sitting down and crossing
her knees; "but I hadn’t quite fin
ished doffing my golf togs when
the far-front admirable Crichton
summoned me. Anyway, I should
be furious with you. Why was I
denied my muffins and tea?"
Vance laughed.
"We've been using Gamble a bit
Intensively. Gamble, take ton and
muffins to Miss Lake's quarters."
The man, who had been standing
In the door, bowed and disap
peared; and Vance turned pleasant
ly back to Miss Lake. "By the
time your breakfast Is ready we
will let you return to your rooms."
Then he added with a serious mien:
“There are a few questions we'd
like you to answer. What was the
cause of the animosity between
Archer nnd Brisbane Coe?"
“Oh. that!" A cynical smile curled
her lips. "Money—nothing else.
Old Major Coe left everything to
Uncle Archer. Uncle Brisbane had
only an allowance—until Archer
should die. Then the money was
to go to him. The situation nat
urally Irked him, and he got pretty
nasty about it at times. It amused
me no end—I was in the same pre
dicament. The fact Is, I’ve been
tempted to make an alliance with
Uncle Brisbane for the purpose of
murdering Uncle Archer. Together
we could have got away with It,
don’t you think?”
“I'm sure you could—even alone.
And now some one has killed Uncle
Archer for you."
“I'm sure It’s my reward for vir
tue." Though her tone was hard,
there was an undercurrent of bit
ter passion In It. “Or perhaps,"
she udded, “Uncle Brisbane went
ahead on his own."
'Tlint might bear looking Into,"
smiled Vance. “The only difficulty
Is that Gamble tells us Mr. Brisbane
hopped to Chicago at five-thirty last
evening."
"That doesn’t mean anything.
Uncle Brisbane has dabbled enough
A Cynical Smile Curled Her Lips.
“Money—Nothing Else.”
In criminology to prepare a perfect
alibi In the event he himself con
templated a flutter In crime.”
“What takes him on these period
ical trips to Chicago?" Vance
asked.
Hilda Lake shrugged.
“Heaven knows. He never men
tioned the matter to me, and I never
asked.” She leaned forward. "Per
haps It’s a lady!" she exclaimed
In a taunting tone. “If he told
anyone, that person was Uncle
Archer. And I’m afraid It’s too
late to get any information from
that quarter now.”
"Yes, a bit too late," agreed
Vance. "But let us suppose that
after Mr. Brisbane announced his
intention of going to Chicago last
evening, he remained In New York
all night. What would you say to
that?"
Hilda Lake scrutinized Vance
shrewdly for a time before reply
ing. Then she answered gravely.
“In that case you may eliminate
Uncle Brisbane as a suspect. He’s
much too smooth ami canny to leave
any such loopholes. If he planned
a murder, I’m sure he’d nrrange It
so as to escape detection.”
At this moment Gamble passed
the door on his way upstairs, with
a small covered servlng-tray in his
hands.
Vance stood up.
“Ah! There are your mulllns,
Miss Lake. I shan’t keep you any
longer.”
“Thanks, awfully." She rose and
went quickly from the room.
Vnnee stood at the door until
Gain tile returned from the third
floor, and ordered him to wait In
the lower hall. When the man had
gone below, he glanced at Ids watch
and strolled buck into the room.
“I’d rather not go on till we hear
from Hnltkln. I>o you mind wait
ing. Mark hum?"
"Have It your own way.” Mark
ham grumbled. But I can’t see the
Importance of the suitcase. There's
small probability. It seems to me,
of Its being at the station. And In
the r r it It Isn’t there, we will
he no be't.wr off than we nre now."
“tin the ot'ier hand." Vance re
turned. “If It l» at the station, we
may conclude that Grisham* did not
go to Chicago last night. But I'm
quite sure he Intended to go. And
If he didn't go, something unexpect
ed kept him here."
"But his being In New York
doesn’t connect him with Archer
Coe’s murder."
“Certainly not. . . . Rut, Mark
ham, that last-minute decision of
Brisbane's to get out of town had
some connection with Archer’s
death—I’in sure of that. He knew
something—or feared something.
Or perhaps. . . . But, anyway, he
Intended to go to Chicago last
night. And maybe he did go . . .
but I want to be sure.”
The phone rang. Henth answered
It, and after listening for several
minutes, replaced the receiver on
the hook.
"The suitcase Is there, all right,”
he announced. “The bird at the
window says a middle-need nervous
gu.v checked It around six last
night, saying he'd missed his train
—and he was shaking so he could
hardly lift the bag to the counter."
Vance nodded slowly.
"I wns afraid of that—and yet I
was hoping It wasn’t so. Markham,
I don’t like this situation; I don’t
at all like It. Something unfore
seen has happened; unforeseen—
and sinister. It wasn’t on the
cards. Brisbane Coe Intended to go
to Chicago last night—and he didn’t
go. Some terrible thing stopped
him. . . . And something stopped
Archer Coe before ho could change
his shoes . . . Don't you see what
I mean? Those shoes of Archer’s—
and that stick of Brisbane’s.
". . . That stick 1—In the front
hnll I It shouldn’t have been there.
. . . Oh, my precious aunt! . . .’’
He threw his cigarette Into a tray,
and hurried toward the door.
"Come, Markham. . . . Come, Ser
geant. There’s something hideous
In this house . . . and I don’t want
to go alone.”
As lie spoke, lie ran aown me
stairs, Markham ami Heath and I
following. When he had reached
the lower hall, he pulled the por
tieres aside nnd opened the library
door. He looked round him, and
then passed Into the dining room.
After several minutes' search, he
returned to the hall.
“Maybe the den,” he suld; and
hurrying through,the drawing room
where Wrede nnd Grassl sat near
the window, he went Into the small
room at the rear. Hut he came
back at once, a bewildered look in
his eyes.
“Not there." tils tone was unnat
ural. "Hut he's somewhere—some
where. . . ."
He came again Into the front hall.
"He wouldn't be on the third
floor, and he’s not on the second.
There’s his stick," he said; "but his
hat and topcoat. . . .Oh, what a fool
I’ve been!’’
He brushed Gamble out of his
way, and walked swiftly down the
narrow corridor along the stairs
until he came to, the closet door at
the rear of the hall.
"Your flashlight, Sergeant,” he
called over his shoulder.
He pulled the door open, reveal
ing only a great rectangle of black
ness. Almost simultaneously, the
circle of yellow light from Heath's
pocket flashlight penetrated the
gloom.
“Lower, Sergeant 1" came Vance’s
dictatorial voice. “The floor—the
floor! . . .”
The light descended; and there,
in a huddled heap, his glassy eyes
staring up at us, lay the dead body
of Brisbane Coe.
Though the sight was not alto
gether unexpected, In view of
Vance’s strange actions and even
stranger comments, I received a
tremendous shock ns I gazed down
into the closet. Even to an ama
teur like myself the fact that Bris
bane Coe was dead wns apparent.
The stiff, unnatural pose of the
body, and the hideous fixity of his
gaze, together with the drnwn
bloodless lips nnd the waxen pal
lor of his skin, attested to violent
and unexpected death.
And as I looked at It, tempora
rily petrified by the horror of this
new development, I could not help
comparing the dead body of Bris
bane with ttiat of Archer. Whereas
Archer had died with a peaceful ex
pression on his face, nnd in a nat
ural and comfortable position, Bris
bane had a shocked, almost wild,
look In his eyes, ns If he hail been
startled and frightened at the mo
ment of death.
Vance spoke, and his voice, usu
ally so calm, sounded strained and
unnatural.
"It’s worse than I thought. . . .
I hud hoped he might still lie alive
—a prisoner, perhaps. I didn’t al
together expect this."
Vance closed the closet door.
“It’s very strange," he murmured,
looking at Markham yet past him.
“He Is without Ids hat nnd topcoat;
nnd yet his stiek is hanging here
In the hall. And he is dead In the
1 closet. Why not in his own room?—
or'the library?-—or anywhere else.
| hut In there? . . . Nothing tits,
; Markham The whole picture has
I been painted by n crazy man."
Mnrkhnm said In a dazed voice:
"I can't follow any of It. Why did
Brisbane Coe return here Inst night?
i And who knew he was going to re
! turn?"
“If only 1 could answer those
qnest ions!"
Burke and Gamble were sitting
on a hull bench near the drawing
room door. The butler had not seen
the dead inun In the closet, for our
bodies had shielded him. Hut it was
obvious that he auspected the truth.
Vance went to him.
|TU III GONTlMCKt'>
HOW
S HO
LBy Bob Nichols
Shooting Editor, Field and StrranBBBl
UNTIL a gunner learns to shoot
with both eyes open he cod
never be rated as a first-class up
land field shot. You cannot accu
rately Judge angle, speed, or dis
tance, with one eye closed. Nature
gave you two eyes for exactly this
reason. Even If It handicapped you
In n»> other wuy, squinting one eye
tight shut when shooting introduces
a certain amount of muscular and
nervous strain that certainly adds
nothing whatever to your speed or
accuracy.
With one eye closed you are Im
mediately deprived of the advan
tages of "universal focus” which is
so necessary to quick and accurate
gun pointing. You do not see
everything In your field of vision.
Your one-eyed vision Is too Intently
concentrated on the Hying target.
A sudden swerve or dip, such iR Is
characteristic of the flight of the
woodcock and the jacksnlpe, w-111 al
most certainly fool you Into a miss.
With both eyes wide open, not
focused too Intently on any par
ticular object, you are alertly aware
of everything that moves and every
thing that happens. If the game
darts to right or left from Its Ini
tial line of flight, you are so In
stautly aware of the change that
you shift your gun pointing with
lightning-like speed. All of which
frequently means the difference be
tween a clean kill and an exasper
ating miss.
gulte frequently yon will ntui tne
“oue-eyed" shot a slow shot. The
sudden elimination of f>0 per cent
of his eyesight, on the rise of the
bird, makes It necessary for Ills
single aiming eye to take extra
time to adjust Itself to carrying
all the burden of watching game
and gun. The good two-eyed shot
will have the game down before
Mr. One-Eye cun let off his gun.
The man who closes one eye Is at
bis best where the shooting Is In
the clear open spaces. Hut let him
flush Ills quail or grouse In the
woods, or In dense hrurnbled thick
et, and there he begins to get Into
difficulties that are quite often be
yond him. I have seen a two-eyed
shot shooting a pump gun on quail
knock down three birds on a rise
of the covey, and yet with all this
would be able to tell where most
of the remaining birds went. I/et
the squint-eyed shot, wedded to his
Idols, try to accomplish this!
Learning to shoot with both eyes
open Is particularly dllflcult If you
have the misfortune to have your
“master" eye on your gun side. 1
have been through this and can
speak with experience. A right
handed shot, my "master” or con
trolling eye happens to be on the
left. The English gun mnkers try
to make allowance for this, In fit
ting a gun to a shooter, by supply
ing what Is called a “cast-ofT’ stock.
That Is, the stock Is bent In Its ver
tical plane so ns to bring the
breech of the gun In nearer to tho
middle of a man's face, or nenrer
to the sighting line of the “mas
ter eye.” This does help to a cer
tain extent, although I personally
feel that a stock so bent Is likely
to prove something of an Interfer
ence to quick, Instinctive gun point
ing.
rPL* ../..tint V
shorten the stock somewhat below
Its normal length of about 14
Inches. My owu favorite stock Is
Just exactly 13V4 Inches. With this
shortened stock I can bring the butt
clear fn to my shoulder where the
base of my neck will prevent It
from coming any farther In. Then
I cut my comb down somewhnt un
til I can get most of my Jaw-bone
pretty well over the top of It. With
the gun In this position I can use
both eyes wide open without tilting
my hend too far over to the right
In aiming. In my opinion the head
should not be tilted over anyhow.
Angles, speeds and distances are
best and most accurately estimated
with the head erect—the normal
position In which you are accus
tomed In the ordinary ways of life
to look at anything.
In any event, whether your "mas
ter" eye Is on your gun side or not
seat your gun butt clean In on youi
shoulder as far as It will go when
mounting your gun. There It will
have the solid support of your body
Many shooters catch the butt on the
upper pnrt of their arm—a moving
support—and this causes many on
otherwise unexplainable miss.
C. Western N«w*t*ipHr I’nlon.
Implements of Iron and
Sto^e Age Exhibited
Funeral urns. In which ashes of
Vikings' ancestors have rested since
placed In Denmark some 3,!5oO year*
ago, form pnrt of a collection ol
I stone nnd Iron age Implements on
I view of the American Museum ol
Vat ora I History, says I'nlted Press,
There are In the collection ap
proximately 3/iflO Implement*
1 among whieh figure weapons with
I whieh these primeval men fought.
Consisting of daggers, *(>enr
head* and scrapers of prlmltlvr
! planes for smoothing rough wood
or hone, the oldest Implements In
the collection are of dint, Itazors
molded on much the same pattern
as the modem ones, came later am!
wera of bronze, dating about 1.0ul
U &
Nanking Permits Widow*
Freedom of Remarriage
Another step In the emancipation
of Chinese women has been recorded
by an order issued at Nanking by
tlie Kiangnlng llslen, or district gov
ernment. Under this order a widow
has complete freedom of choice
whether she shall remarry or remain
single.
Under the old custom a widow
could remarry only under direct or
ders of the fnmily of her late hus
band. In the Klnngning district It
has been customary for families to
force a widow to remarry In order
that they might recover the money
which her late husband had paid
out to her family when she was a
bride.
Week’s Supply of Postum Free
Read the offer mnde by the Postum
Company In another part of this pa
per. They will send a full week's sup
ply of health giving Postum free to
anyone who writes for It.—Adv. a
Wise Cracking
Wit Is a sharp pencil that break*
when It Is hard pressed.
THIS CHANGE
gives Children
a Chance
Perhaps you have tried
nearly every sort of
way to keep a child’s
bowels in proper con
dition, end failed.
Yet, almost any child who has been
convalescing in a hospital, will usually
come out with bowels working like
a well-regulated watch.
The average mother gives any
laxative the family may be using,
while doctors give children a liquid
laxative of suitable ingredients, suit
able strength, and in suitable amount.
Make the change now to pure.
California Syrup of Figs instead of
harsh medicines, you risk no more
violence to your child’s appetite,
digestion, and general physical condi
tion. You’ll have a safer, more satis
factory result, too. Those little upsets
and complaints just disappear and
the child is soon normal again. Try it!
THE “LIQUID TEST.” First:
select a liquid laxative of the proper
strength for children. Second: give
the dose suited to the child’s age.
Third: reduce the dose, if repeated,
until the bowels are moving without
any help at all.
An ideal laxative for this purpose
is the pure California Syrup of Figs,
but be sure the word “California” is
on the bottle.
On a Quiet Sector
“That boy never seems to have
much to sny. Whnt pnrt does he
take In college life?”
"He’s the chess club cheer leader.”
For good digestion
-* ere Is nothing that ran take the
place of your own gastric, digestive
secretions. Frequently, poor diges
tion is due to lack of tone in the
stomach walls—because of low blood
strength. S.S.S., the great, scientif
ically-tested medicine, is specially
designed to fill a two-fold purpose
In this respect...it aids In stimu
lating the flow of natural stomach
secretions... and by building up
deficient red corpuscles, with their
bemo-glo-bin, It restores to a more
normal functioning the secretions
of the storaarh digestive juices...
so necessary for good digestion. This
double value of S.S.S. is important.
By all means try S.S.S. for bet
ter health and more happiness. Its
benefits are progressive... accumu
lative ... and enduring. Unless your
case is exceptional, you should soon
enj oy again the satisfaction of appe
tizing food and good digestion...
sound sleep... and renewed strength.
This is why many say “S.S.S.
makes you feel like yourself again.’*
Do not be blinded by the efforts of a
few unethical dealers who may sug
gest substitutes. You have a right to
insist that S.S.S. be supplied you on
I ^request. Its long years of preference
Is your guarantee of satisfaction.
the world’s
great blood
6medicine
First wash with pure Resinol Soap.
Then relieve and improve sore pimply
—.... spots with soothing ^B
I Resinol
I WNU—U 43—34
“INSIDE INFORMATION”
for Ind'gestlon or CONSTIPATION
CLIANSI INTIRNALLY »ho loo-cop way.
Oerfleld Too acta promptly, pleasantly,
MILDLY. Nolo cure-oil, but t ertolnly effec
tive In relieving
constipation. At
drug-aterea«
29c end 10c.
FREE SAMPLE
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