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Ask Me Another 0 A General Quiz © Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. mn"MnHWTiww 1. How many times does one round a 220-yard track to make a mile? 2. Why are detectives some k times called sleuths? 3. What three oceans form part of the boundary of Canada? 4. The son of what famous poet gerved many years on the United States Supreme court? 5. What is a flageolet? 0. Who were the “grand mo guls”? 7. Of what South American country is Montevideo the capital? 8. What is a marten? 9. Who was Jean Ingelow? 10. What was the “Wilmot Pro viso”? Answers 1. Eight. 2. From sleuth, meaning track, as in sleuthhound. 3. Atlantic, Arctic and Pacific. 4. Oliver Wendell Holmes. 5. A flute-like musical instru ment. 6. Emperors of Delhi. 7. Uruguay. 8. A fur-bearing mammal. 9. An English poet and story writer (1820-1897). 10. A proposal to bar slavery from territory obtained from Mexico. Censure Forewarns Censure and criticism never hurt anybody. 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In the first place, the scene of this tragedy was the penthouse home of Professor Ephraim Garden, the great experimental chemist of Stuy vesant university; and secondly, the exact situs criminis was the beauti ful private roof-garden over the apartment itself. It was both a peculiar and im plausible affair, and one so cleverly planned that only by the merest accident—or perhaps, I should say a fortuitous intervention—v.as it dis covered at all. The Garden murder case involved a curious and anomalous mixture of passion, avarice, ambition and horse-racing. There was an admix ture of hate, also; but this potent and blinding element was, I imag ine, an understandable outgrowth of the other factors. The beginning of the case came on the night of April 13. It was one of those mild evenings that we often experience in early spring following a spell of harsh dampness, when all the remaining traces of winter finally capitulate to the inevitable seasonal changes. There was a mellow softness in the air, a sud den perfume from the burgeoning life of nature—the kind of atmos phere that makes one lackadaisical, and wistful and, at the same time, stimulates one’s imagination. I mention this seemingly irrele vant fact because I have good rea son to believe these meteorological conditions had much to do with the startling event# that were imminent that night and which were to break forth, in all their horror, before an other 24 hours had passed. And I believe that the season, with all its subtle innuendoes, was the real explanation of the change that came over Vance himself dur ing his investigation of the crime. Up to that time I had never con sidered Vance a man of any deep personal emotion, except in so far as children and animals and his in timate masculine friendships were concerned. He had always im pressed me as a man so highly mentalized, so cynicai and imper sonal in his attitude toward life, that an irrational human weakness like romance would be alien to his nature. But in the course of his deft inquiry into the murders in Professor Garden's penthouse, I saw, for the first time, another and softer side of his character. Vance was never a happy man in the conventional sense; but after the Garden murder case there were evi dences of an even deeper loneliness in his sensitive nature. As I have said, the case opened— so far as Vance was concerned with it—on the night of April 13. John F-X. Markham, then district attor ney of New York county, had dined with Vance at his apartment in East Thirty-eighth street. The din ner had been excellent—as all of Vance’s dinners were—and at ten o’clock the three of us were sitting in the comfortable library. Vance and Markham had been discussing crime waves in a desul tory manner. There had been a mild disagreement, Vance discount ing the theory that crime waves are calculable, and holding that crime is entirely personal and there fore incompatible with generaliza tions or laws. It was in the midst of this dis cussion that Currie, Vance’s old English butler and majordomo, ap peared at the library door. I no ticed that he seemed nervous and ill at ease as he waited for Vance to finish speaking; and I think Vance, too, sensed something un usual in the man’s attitude, for he stopped speaking rather abruptly and turned. “What is it, Currie? Have you seen a ghost, are there burglars in the house?” “I have just had a telephone call, sir," the old man answered, endeav oring to restrain the excitement in his voice. “Not bad news from abroad?” Vance asked sympathetically. “Oh, no, sir; it wasn’t anything for me. There was a gentleman on the phone—” Vance lifted his eyebrows and smiled faintly. “A gentleman, Currie?” “He spoke like a gentleman, sir. He was certainly no ordinary per son. He had a cultured voice, sir, and—” “Since your instinct has gone so far,” Vance interrupted, “perhaps you can tell me the gentleman’s age?” “I should say he was middle-aged, or perhaps a little beyond,” Currie ventured. "His voice sounded ma ture and dignified and judicial.” "Excellent!” Vance crushed out his cigarette. "And what was the object of this dignified, middle-aged gentleman’s call? Did he ask to speak to me or give you his name?” A worried look came into Cur rie’s eyes as he shook hit bead. “No, sir. That’s the strange part of it. He said he did not wish to speak to you personally, and he would not tell me his name. But he asked me to give you a message. He was very precise about it and made me write it down word for word and then repeat it. And the 1 moment I had done so he hung up ; the receiver.” Currie stepped for ward. “Here’s the message, sir." Vance took it and nodded a dis missal. Then he adjusteu his mon ocle and held the slip of paper un der the light of the table lamp. 1 Markham and I both watched him closely, for the incident was un usual, to say the least. After a hasty reading of the paper he gazed off into space, and a clouded look came into his eyes. He read the message again, with more care, and sank back into his chair. “My word!” he murmured. "Most extr’ordin’ry. It's quite intelligible, however, don’t y’ know. But I’m dashed if I can see the connec tion Markham was annoyed. “Is it a secret?” he asked testily. “Or are you merely in one of your Delphic oracle moods?” Vance glanced toward mm con tritely. “Forgive me, Markham. My mind automatically went off on a train of thought. Sorry—really.” He held the paper again under the light. “This is the message that Currie so meticulously took down: ‘There is a most disturbing psychological tension of Professor Ephraim Gar den’s apartment, which resists di agnosis. Read up on radioactive sodium. See Book I of the Aeneid, line 875, Equanimity is essential.’ . . . Curious—eh, what” “It sounds a little crazy to me,” Markham grunted. “Are you trou bled much with cranks?" “Oh, this is no crank,” Vance as sured him. “It’s puzzlin’, I admit; but it’s quite lucid.” Markham sniffed skeptically. “What, in the name of Heaven, have a professor and sodium and the Aeneid to do with one another?” Vance was frowning as he reached into the humidor for one of his beloved cigarettes with a delibera tion which indicated a mental ten sion. Slowly he lighted the cigarette. After a deep inhalation he an swered. “Ephraim Garden of whom you surely must have heard from time to time, is one of the best-known men in chemical research in this country. Just now, I believe, he’s professor of chemistry at Stuyve sant university—that could be veri fied in Who’s Who. But it doesn’t matter. His latest researches have been directed along the lines of radioactive sodium. An amazin’ dis covery, Markham. Made by Doctor Ernest O. Lawrence, of the Univer sity of California, and two of his colleagues there, Doctors Hender son and McMillan. This new radio active sodium has opened up new fields of research in cancer thera py—indeed, it may prove some day to be the long-looked-for cure for cancer. The new gamma radiation of this sodium is more penetrating than any ever before obtained. On the other hand, radium and radio active substances can be very dan gerous if diffused into the normal tissues of the body and through the blood stream. “That Is all very fascinating,’' Markham commented, sarcastical ly. “But what has it to do with you, or with trouble in the Garden home? And what could it possibly have to do with the Aeneid? They didn’t have radioactive sodium in the time of Aeneas." “Markham old dear, I’m no Chal dean. I haven’t the groggiest no tion wherein the situation concerns either me or Aeneas, except that I happen to know the Garden family slightly. But I’ve a vague feeling about that particular book of the Aeneid. As I recall, it contains one of the greatest descriptions of a battle in all ancient literature. But let’s see ...” Vance rose quickly and went to the section of his book-shelves de voted to the classics, and, after a few moments’ search, took down a small red volume and began to rif fle the pages. He ran his eye swift ly down a page near the end of the volume and after a minute’s perusal came back to his chair with the book, nodding his head compre hensively, as if in answer to some question he had inwardly asked himself. “The passage referred to, Mark ham," he said after a moment, “is not exactly what I had in mind. But it may be even more significant. It’s the famous onomatopoeic Quad rupedumque putrem cursu quatit ungula campum—meanin’, more or less literally: “And in their gal loping course the horsehoof shakes the crumbling plain.” Markham took the cigar from his mouth and looked at Vance with undisguised annoyance. “You're merely working up a mystery. You'll be telling me next that the Trojans had something to do with this professor of chemistry and his radioactive sodium.” “No, oh, no.” Vance was in an unusually serious mood. “Not the Markham Snorted, “That May Make Sense to Yon.” Trojans. But the galloping horses perhaps." Markham snorted. “That may make sense to you.” “Nbt altogether," returned Vance, critically contemplating the end of his cigarette. “TTiere is, neverthe less, the vague outline of a pattern here. You see, young Floyd Gar den, the professor’s only offspring, and his cousin a puny chap named Woode Swift—he’s quite an intimate member of the Garden household, I believe—are addicted to the ponies. Quite a prevalent disease, by the way, Markham. They’re both in terested in sports in general—prob ably the normal reaction to their professorial and ecclesiastical fore bears: young Swift’s father, who has now gone to his Maker, was a D.D. of sorts. I used to see both young Johnnies at Kinkaid’s Casino occa sionally. But the galloping horses are their passion now. And they’re the nucleus of a group of young aristocrats who spend their after noons mainly in the futile attempt to guess which horses are going to come in first at the various tracks." “You know this Floyd Garden well?” Vance nodded. “Fairly well. He’s a member of the Far Meadows club and I’ve often played polo with him. He’s a five-goaler and owns a couple of thd best ponies in the country. I tried to buy one of them from him once—but that’s beside the point The fact is. young Garden has in vited me on several occasions to join him and his little group at the apartment when the out-of-town races were on. It seems he has a direct loud-speaker service from all the tracks, like many of the horse fanatics. The professor disapproves, in a mild way, but he raises no serious objections because Mrs. Garden is rather inclined to sit in and take her chances on a horse now and then.” “Have you ever accepted his In vitation?” asked Markham. . “No,” Vance told him. Then he glanced up with a far-away-look in his eyes. “But I think it might be an excellent idea.” “Come, come, Vance!” protested Markham. "Even if you see some cryptic relationship between the dis connected items of this message you’ve just received, how, in the name of Heaven, can you take it seriously?” Vance drew deeply on his ciga rette and waited a moment before answering. "You have overlooked one phrase in the message: ’Equanimity is es sential,’ he said at length. "One of the great race-horses of today hap pens to be named Equanimity. He belongs in the company of such im l mortals of the turf as Man o’ War, Exterminator, Gallant Fox, and Reigh Count. Furthermore, Equa nimity is running in the Rivermont Handicap tomorrow.” "Still I see no reason to take the matter seriously,” Markham ob jected. Vance ignored the comment and added “Moreover, Doctor Miles Siefert told me at the club the other day that Mrs. Garden had been quite ill for some time with a mysterious malady.” Markham shifted in his chair and broke the ashes from his cigar. “The affair gets more muddled by the minute,” he remarked irrita bly. "What’s the connection be tween all these commonplace data and that precious phone message of yours?" “I happen to know,” Vance an swered slowly, “who sent me this message.” “Ah, yes?” Markham was obvi ously skeptical. “Quite. It was Doctor Siefert.” Markham showed a sudden in terest. "Would you care to enlighten me as to how you arrived at this con clusion?” he asked in a satirical voice. "It was not difficult,” Vance an swered, rising and standing before the empty hearth, with one arm resting on the mantel. “To begin with, I was not called to the tele phone personally. Why? Because it was some one 1 know. To continue, the language of the message bears the earmarks of the medical pro fession. ‘Psychological tension’ and ‘resists diagnosis’ are not phrases ordinarily used by the layman, al though they consist of commonplace enough words. To go another step; the message obviously assumes that I am more or less acquainted with the Garden household and the race track passion of young Garden. (TO BE CONTINUED) Macaroni Club Figured in "Yankee Doodle" Song The word "macaroni” in the song, "Yankee Doodle” is more than merely nonsense. It is a remnant of eighteenth century English slang, declares a writer in the Cleveland Plain Dealer. About 1772 a group of young Eng lishmen of wealth and leisure, most of whom had spent considerable time on the continent and particu larly in Italy, formed a fashionable organization which they called the Macaroni club. The name was taken from the fact that as one of their peculiarities or individualities, they served macaroni at the club din ners. The dish was then little known in England, and was practically in troduced in that country by the Macaroni club. The Macaronis also sought for singularity in dress and manners. They wore immense knot3 of artifi cial hair, projecting behind very small cocked hats; carried walking sticks adorned with tassels oi bright colors, and affected very tight jack ets and knee breeches. "Macaroni" soon came to be a derisive term for an effete man, but in its earliest popular use it had something of the suggestion of such expressions as "ritzy” and “high hat.” BEGINNING IN THIS ISSUE . . . ii i m 111 ■ THE GARDEN MHRDER CASE’ mini! ilium /. f. VAN DINE’/ Newest iBhito Vance Murder Mystery mum ilium DON’T MISS A SINGLE INSTALLMENT! c^AfafMa # JAomat -» □AM LINCOLN walked slowly along the street gazing into store windows. An icy wind caught him at the corners but he hurried across to the next curb in tent on his mental shopping. He was thinking hard of Cora, too. Though not a word had been spoken between them on the sub ject, it was quite understood that he should buy her warm gloves, a warm sweater and stockings for Christmas. He'd saved a fair Amount for this very purpose. When you gave up your city living for the country, you thought in terms of wool. Cora needed all these things. Her gloves were worn down to thin spots. Her sweater had been mended a good many times and her stockings— well, Cora just laughed about them. Cora would. She had made fun of every hard thing about changing their home, from the dreadful wheezy pump in the kitchen, to the way the floors slanted in the bed rooms, so that no pencil would stay on a table, and books continually slid off on the floor. Cora was a thoroughbred and a good sport. Sam looked at a green sweater. That would be becoming to Cora’s light curls. Or that cheerful red one. Nice on snowy winter morn ings. The very chickadees would sing with pleasure at sight of her in that sweater. He took a few steps toward the shop door when his eye fell on a black-and-yellow silk kimono. Of course he would not get it; just inquire the price so that he might look at it. The moment Sam touched a reverent hand to the exquisite silk he was lost. Thrifty, hard-working Sam! How could he have done such a thing? And so calmly, too. “Please wrap it up," he had said. The price had been reduced in or der to sell quickly. He walked out of the shop with the light bundle under his arm, and slunk by win dows filled with warm woolen clothes . . . the kind Cora so sore ly needed. All the way home on the train his heart sank lower and lower. He “You’re So Lovely I Want to Kiss You Very Hard." felt so chilled and miserable at the thought of his weak behavior, that Cora rushed at him as he opened the door, exclaiming, "My dear, what dreadful thing has hap pened to you?” They had an excellent if frugal dinner. Cora chatted happily of this and that, looking unusually pretty and gay. Sam tried to meet her laughter, but actually shivered along his spine. Idiot1 Kqoll Wretched unspeakable lunatic that he was! Would a yellow-and-black Chinese kimono keep Cora warm? It would not. Justice demanded that he con fess. Cora would be kind, and that would hurt more than anything. Cora would be kind . . . and keep right on feeling cold on the crisp mornings after Christmas. But he must do it . . . muddle through it somehow. After dinner he came close to Cora muttering something about a gift, and how darned sorry he was . . . and please, please not to look at him so sweetly. Cora unwrapped the bundle. Sam waited. The lovely shining thing fell to the floor with the lights gleaming on it. “Oh ... oh ... ! I never in all my life saw anything so magnifi cent! For me? Surely, surely not for me, Sam? But how I'd adore it! I’m sure I wouldn’t mind anything if I knew such a gorgeous garment were hanging in my closet. But of course you’re teasing me ...” “No,” said Sam heavily, “it’s your Christmas present. I feel like a cad. I know you need the warm things . . . don’t be so darned sweet about it!” he commanded crossly. Cora flung on the robe, and threw her arms around Sam’s neck. “I don’t know why you’re acting this silly way . . . but if you’re so dead set on warm things ... a whole box came this afternoon from Uncle Horace.” Sam sank weakly into a chair. •‘You're so lovely I want to kiss you very hard.” ‘‘Why not?” inquired Cora, re splendent in the yellow-and-black kimono. “This is simply the most wonderful thing you ever did for me.” © Western Newspaper Union. Or INTEREST TO I THE HOUSEWIFE 1 Cane-bottomed chair seats can be tightened up by washing them in a weak solution of salt water and then drying in the open air. * * * Radiators and steam pipes will be less noticeable in a room if they are painted the same color of the walls or wood trim. • • • Potatoes used in salad should be thoroughly chilled and with sharp knife cut into half-inch dice. Add rest of ingredients and mix with fork. 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