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Get ^ , a 25c box at <■ any drugstore today. THE CHEERFUL CHERUB ■ ■ ny mind is always active- now With plans and calculating. I don’t complain of poverty I find it stimulating?. IW! " THE AN DINE I COPYRIGHT S.S.VAN DINE m W.N.U.SERVICE. SYNOPSIS Philo Vance, famous detective, and John F. X, Markham, district attorney for New York county, are dining in Vance's apartment when Vance receives an anonymous telephone message in forming him of a "disturbing psychologi cal tension at Professor Ephriam Gar den's apartment” advising that he read up on radio-active sodium, consult a passage in the Aeneid and counseling that “Equanimity is essential.” Pro fessor Garden is famous in chemical research. The message, decoded by Vance, reminds him that Professor Gar den's son Floyd and his puny cousin, Woode Swift, are addicted to horse-rac ing. Vance says that "Equanimity” is a horse running next day in the River mont handicap. Vance is convinced that the message was sent by Dr. Siefert. the Gardens’ family physician. He ar ranges to have funch next day at the Gardens' penthouse. Vance is greeted by Floyd Garden and meets Lowe Hammle, an elderly follower of horse racing. Floyd expresses concern over Swift's queer actions. Mrs. Garden, sup posedly ill. comes downstairs and places a $100 bet on a horse. Gathered around an elaborate loud speaker service, listen ing to the racing are Cecil Kroon, Madge Weatherby and Zalia Graem, who bet varying amounts on the race. There is tension under the surface gai ety. Zalia and Sw‘ft are not on speak ing terms. Kroon leaves to keep an appointment before the race starts. Miss Beeton, a nurse, and Vance bet on “Azure Star.” Swift recklessly bets $10, 000 on "Equanimity” and goes to the roof garden to hear the results. Floyd follows Swift, remaining away several minutes. Zalia answers a phone call in the den. Soon after the announcement that "Azure Star” wins, the guests hear a shot. Vance finds Swift dead, shot through the head with a revolver nearby. He says Swift has been murdered. After calling the police, he finds the door of a vault ajar. Kroon returns and is sharply questioned by Vance, who finds he had not left the building. Vance orders Miss Beeton to guard the stairway and pre vent Mrs. Garden and Zalia from view ing Swift's body. Floyd Garden admits the revolver belongs to his father. CHAPTER V—Continued Garden meditated for several mo ments. He looked off into space and puffed steadily on his pipe. “I am trying to remember,” he said reminiscently, “just who was here the day Zalia came upon the gun—” “What day was that?” Vance cut in sharply. “It was about three months ago,” Garden explained. “You see, we used to have the telephone set-up connected upstairs in the study. But some of the western races came in so late that it began to interfere with the old gentleman’s routine when he came home from the uni versity. So we moved the parapher nalia down into the drawing room. As a matter of fact, it was more convenient; and the mater didn't object—in fact, she rather enjoyed it—” “But what happened on this par ticular day?” insisted Vance. “Well, we were all upstairs in the study, going through the whole silly racing rigmarole that you witnessed this afternoon, when Zalia Graem, who always sat at the old gentle man’s desk, began opening the drawers, looking for a piece of scratch paper on which to figure the mutuels. She finally opened the center drawer and saw the revolv er. She brought it out with a flour ish and, laughing like a silly school girl, pointed it around the room. I reprimanded her—rather rudely, I’m afraid—and ordered her to put the revolver back in its place, as it was loaded—and just then a race came over the amplifier, and the episode was ended.” "Most interestin’,” murmured Vance. “And can you recall how many of those present today were likewise present at Miss Graem’s little entr’acte?” “I rather think they were all there, if my memory is correct.” Vance sighed. “A bit futile—eh, what? No >os sible elimination along that line.” Garden looked up, startled. “Elimination? I don’t understand. We were all downstairs here this afternoon except Kroon — and he was out—when the shot was fired.” At this moment there was a slight commotion in the hallway. It sound eu as if a scuffle of some kind was in process, and a shrill, protesting voice mingled with the calm but determined tones of the nurse. Vance went immediately to the door and threw it open. •There, just out side the den door, only a short dis tance from the stairway, were Miss Weatherby and Miss Beeton. The nurse had a firm hold on the other woman and was calmly arguing with her. As Vance stepped toward them, Miss Weatherby turned to face him and drew herself up arro gantly. “What’s the meaning of this?” she demanded. “Must I be mauled by a menial because I wish to go upstairs?” “Miss Beeton has orders that no one is to go upstairs," Vance said sternly. “And I was unaware that she is a menial." “But why can't I go upstairs?” the woman asked with dramatic em phasis. “I want to see poor Woody. Death is eo beautiful; and I was very fond of Woody. By whose orders, pray, am I being denied this last communion with the de parted?” “By my orders,” Vance told her coldy. “Furthermore, this particu lar death is far from beautiful, I assure you. And the police will be here any minute. Until then no one will be permitted to disturb any thing upstairs." “Then why,” she demanded with histrionic indignation, “was this— this woman”—she glanced with ex aggerated contempt at the nurse— ‘‘coming down the stairs herself when I came into the hall?” Vance made no attempt to hide a smile of amusement. "I’m sure I don’t know. I may ask her later. But she happens to be under instructions from me to let no one go upstairs. Will you be so good, Miss Weatherby,” he add ed, almost harshly, "as to return to the drawing room and remain there until the officials arrive?” The woman glared superciliously at the nurse, and then, with a toss of the head, strode toward the archway. The nurse, obviously embar rassed, turned to resume her post, but Vance stopped her. “Were you upstairs, Miss Bee ton?” he asked in a kindly tone. She was standing very erect, her face slightly flushed. She looked Vance frankly and firmly in the eye and slowly shook her head. “I haven’t left my post, Mr. Vance,” she said quietly. “I un derstand my duty.” Vance returned her gaze for a moment, and then bowed his head slightly. "Thank you, Miss Beeton,” he said. He came back into the den, and closing the door, addressed Garden again. “Now that we have disposed tem porarily of the theatrical queen,” —he smiled sombrely—"suppose we continue with our little chat.” Garden chuckled mildly and be gan repacking his pipe. "Queer girl, Madge; always act ing like a tragedienne—but I don’t think she’s ever really been on the stage.” "You heard her tell me she was particularly fond of Swift,” re marked Vance. "Just what did she mean by that?” Garden shrugged. "Nothing at all, if you ask me. She didn’t know that Woody was on earth, so to speak. But dead, Woody becomes a dramatic possibility.” "Yes, yes — quite,” murmured Vance. "Which reminds me: what was the tiff between Swift and Miss Graem about? I noticed your little peace-maker advances this after noon.” Garden became serious. “1 haven’t been able to figure that situation out myself. Woody was pretty deep in the new-mown hay as far as Zalia went. Hovered round her all the time, and took all her good - natured bantering without a murmur. Then, sudden ly, the embryonic love affair—or whatever it was—went sour. Ob viously something had happened, but 1 never got the straight of it. It may have been a new flame on Woody’s part—I rather imagine it was something of the kind. As for Zalia, she was never serious about it anyway. And I have an idea that Woody wanted that extra twen ty thousand today for some reason connected with Zalia . . .” Garden stopped speaking abruptly and slapped his thigh. “By George! I wouldn’t be surprised if that hard bitten little gambler had turned Woody down because he was com paratively hard up. You can’t tell about these girls today. They’re as practical as the devil himself.” Vance nodded thoughtfully. “Your observations rather fit with the remarks she made to me a little while ago. She, too, wanted to go upstairs to see Swift. Gave as her excuse the fact that she felt she was to blame for the whole sordid business.” Garden grinned. "Well, there you are.” Then he remarked judicially: “But you can never tell about women.” “1 wonder.” Vance smoked in si lence for a moment. Then he went on: "There’s another matter in con nection with Swift which you might be able to clear up for me. Could you suggest any reason why, when I placed the bet on Azure Star for Miss Beeton this afternoon, Swift should have looked at me as if he would enjoy murdering me?” “I saw that too,” Garden nodded. “I can’t say it meant anything much. Woody was always a weak sister where any woman was con cerned. It took little to make him think he’d fallen in love. He may have become infatuated with the nurse—he’d been seeing her around here for the past few months. And now that you mention it, he’s been somewhat poisonous toward me on several occasions because she was more or less friendly with me and ignored him entirely. But I’ll say this for Woody: if he did have ideas about Miss Beeton, his taste is im proving. She’s an unusual girl— different . . Vance nodded his head slowly and gazed with peculiar concentra tion out the window. ”Yes,’’ he murmured. “Quite dif ferent." Then, as if bringing him self back from some alien train of thought, he crushed out his ciga rette and leaned forward. “How ever, we’ll drop speculation for the moment . . . Suppose you tell me something about the vault upstairs.” Garden glanced up in evident sur prise. “There’s nothing to tell about that old catch-all. It’s neither mysteri ous nor formidable. And it’s really not a vault at all. Several years ago the pater found that he had ac cumulated a lot of private papers and experimental data that he didn’t want casual callers messing in. So he had this fire-proof storeroom built to house these scientific treasures of his. The vault, as you call it, was built ns much for mere privacy as for actual safe-keeping. It’s just a very small room with shelves around the walls." “Has everyone In the house ac cess to it?” asked Vance. “Anyone so inclined," replied Garden. “But who in the name of Heaven, would want to go in there?” "Really, y’ know. I haven't the groggiest notion." Vance returned, “except that I found the door to it unlatched when I was coming downstairs a little while ago.” Garden shrugged carelessly, as if the matter was neither important nor unusual. “Probably,” he suggested, "the pater didn't shut the door tightly when he went out this morning. It has a spring lock.” “And the key?” “The key is a mere matter of form. It hangs conveniently on a small nail at the side of the door.” “Accordingly,” mused Vance, "the vault is readily accessible to any one in the household who cares to enter it.” Vance went to the door. “Miss Beeton,” he called, “will you be The Nurse Informed Vance That the Key Was Where It Was Al ways Kept. good enough to run upstairs and see if the key to the vault door is in its place?” A few moments later the nurse re turned and informed Vance that the key was where it was always kept. | Vance thanked her and, closing the den door, turned again to Gar den. ‘‘There's one more rather impor tant matter that you can clear up for me—it may have a definite bear ing on the situation. Can the gar den be entered from the fire exit j opening on the roof?” ‘‘Yes, by George!” The other sat up with alacrity. “There’s a gate 1 in the east fence of the garden, I just beside the privet hedge, which leads upon the terrace on which the fire exit of the building opens. When we had the fence built we were re 1 quired to put this gate in because 1 of the fire laws. But it’s rarely used, except on hot summer nights. Still, if anyone came up the main stairs to the roof and went out the emergency fire door, he could easily enter our garden by coming through that gate in the fence.” ‘‘Don't you keep the gate locked?” Vance was studying the tip of his cigarette with close attention. “The Are regulations don’t permit that. We merely have an old-fash ioned barn-door lift-latch on it.” We could hear the sharp ringing of the entrance bell, and a door opening somewhere. Vance stepped out into the hall. A moment later the butler admitted District Attor ney Markham and Sergeant Heath, accompanied by Snitkin and Hen nessey. “Well, what’s the trouble, Vance?” Markham demanded brusquely. "I phoned Heath, as you requested, and brought him up with me.” "It’s a bad business,” Vance re turned. “Same like I told you. I’m afraid you’re in for some difficulties. It’s no ordin’ry crime. Everything I’ve been able to learn so far con tradicts everything else.” He looked past Markham and nodded pleas antly to Heath. “Sorry to make you all this trouble, Sergeant.” "That’s all right, Mr. Vance." Heath held out his hand in solemn good-nature. “Glad I was in when the chief called. What’s it all about, and where do we go from here?” Mrs. Garden came bustling ener getically down the hallway. “Are you the district attorney?” she asked, eyeing Markham fero ciously. Without waiting for an an swer, she went on: "This whole thing is an outrage. My poor neph ew shot himself and this gentleman here”—she looked at Vance with supreme contempt—“is trying to make a scandal out of it.” Her eyes swept over Heath and the two de tectives. "And I suppose you're the police. There’s no reason what ever for your being here." Markham looked steadfastly at the woman and seemed to take in the situation immediately “Madam, if things are as you say,” he promised in a pacifying, yet grave, tone, “you need have no fear of any scandal." “I’ll leave the matter entirely in your hands, sir,” the woman re turned with calm dignity. She turned and walked back up the hall. "A most tryin' and complicated state of affairs, Markham.” Vance took the matter up again. "I ad I mit the chap upstairs appears to have killed himself. But that, I think, is what everyone is supposed to believe. Tableau superficially cor rect. Stage direction and decor fairly good. But the whole far from perfect. I observed several dis crepancies." Garden, who had been standing in the doorway to the den, came for ward, and Vance introduced him to Markham and Heath. Then Vance turned to the sergeant. “I think you’d better have either Snitkin or Hennessey remain down here and see that no one leaves the apartment for a little while." He addressed Garden. "I hope you don’t mind.” "Not at all," Garden replied com placently. "I’ll join the others in the drawing-room. I feel the need of a highball, anyway. He includ ed us all in a curt bow and moved up the hall. "We’d better go up to the roof now, Markham," said Vance. "I’ll run over the whole matter with you. There are some strange angles to the case. I don’t at all like it.” He moved down the hall, and Markham and Heath and I followed him. But before he mounted the stairs he stopped and turned to the nurse. “You needn’t keep watch here any longer, Miss Beeton,” he said. “And thanks for your help. But one more favor: when the medical ex aminer comes, please bring him di rectly upstairs.” The girl inclined her head in ac quiescence and stepped into the bed room. We went immediately up to the garden. As we stepped out on the roof, Vance indicated the body of Swift slumped in the chair. "There’s the johnnie,” he said. "Just as he was found.” Markham and Heath moved clos er to the huddled figure and studied it for a few moments. At length Heath looked up with a perplexed frown. "Well, Mr. Vance,” he announced querulously, “it looks like suicide, all right." He shifted his cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other. Markham too turned to Vance. He nodded his agreement with the Ser geant’s observation. “It certainly has the appearance of suicide, Vance,” he remarked. "No—oh, no,” Vance sighed. “Not suicide. A deuced brutal crime— and clever no end.” Markham smoked a while, still staring at the dead man skeptically; then he sat down facing Vance. "Let’s have the whole story be fore Doremus gets here,” he re quested. Vance remained standing, his eyes moving aimlessly about the garden. After a moment he re counted succinctly, but carefully, the entire sequence of events of the afternoon, describing the group of people present, with their relation ships and temperamental clashes; the various races and wagers; Swift’s retirement to the garden for the results of the big Handicap; and, finally, the shot which had aroused us all and brought us up stairs. When he had finished, Mark ham worried his chin for a moment. "I still can’t see a single fact,” he objected, "that does not point logi cally to suicide.” Vance leaned against the wall be side the study window and lighted a cigarette. (TO UK CONTINUED) Tell the Bees In savage countries and in many country districts of England and the world over, the bees are held to be members of the household. A death in the family must always be “told to the Bees,”—otherwise they will be offended and desert their hives, taking away with them the luck of the house. When a wedding occurs the bees expect their hives to be decorated with white ribbon or rosettes. When treated with this consideration the bees are supposed i.ever to sting members of the household. Other superstitions about bees are that one should never shout at them, but tell them important news in whispers; one should not quarrel near a hive, lest the bees tight, too, and destroy one another. Nor will bees sting half wits, even when disturbed.—Tit-Bits Magazine. Jb.Qimy'U'&wttdTi TAfLKO ABOUT Counting the Calories SOME readers may be in clined to question the cor rectness of insurance figures as to the effect of overweight and underweight on health, but when we realize the com petition there is for life insur ance business you may rest assured that if fat individuals over forty years and thin in dividuals under thirty years of age were as safe to insure as those of normal weight they would be accepted by the insurance companies without question. But the fact stands out In the fig ures of all the insurance companies that these two class es (over forty and fat, and under thirty and thin) are not as good risks as those of normal weight. Naturally when an overweight applies for life insurance and is told that he will be accepted but that his premiums will be as high as a Ilr. Barton man five to ten years older because of his overweight, it makes him do some thinking. He is told that if he will reduce his weight to normal he will have his premiums reduced. With the thought that his over weight means that he is five to ten years older in body than he Is in years, that he is more likely to be attacked by ailments and is a poor risk should surgical opera tion be necessary, he may decide to get rid of his fat in “quick” time. He obtains a card or booklet show ing the food values in calories of the various foods and to his aston ishment learns that for his height and build he should be eating food to the value of 3,000 calories a day, and he has been eating regularly food to the value of 5,000 calories. What Study Teaches Him As he studies the values of foods measured from the amount that equals 100 calories he may decide that if a piece of cheese an inch wide, an inch high, and an inch thick is equal to 100 calories, and it takes 20 stalks of asparagus &r 30 radishes, or 30 stalks of celery to equal 100 calories, he’ll do without the cheese and eat more aspasagus, celery and cauliflower. Now this is not unwise because green vegeta bles have the same effect on the body or in the body as cheese. As the overweight studies the list further he finds that a small piece of meat, three inches by two inches by one-half inch thick—less than an ordinary serving — represents 100 calories, that a piece of fish the same size but a little thicker equals 100 calories and th3t a large egg also equals 100 calories he figures that these foods are too “rich” in food value for his blood and he’ll leave meat, eggs and fish alone. When he turns to another common food, bread, he is astonished to find that an ordinary sized slice of bread equals 100 calories as does also a single roll, and that an ordinary muffin equals more than 100 calo ries. Similarly one single potato of ordinary size equals 100 calories and one to three lumps of sugar, ac cording to size, equal 100 calories. Mind Over Matter There was a time when a physi cian was interested only in what he discovered when he made his examination—murmurs in the heart, rales (rattling noises in the lungs), creaking in joints, sugar or albumen in urine and other findings. The patient was asked a few general questions. The patient’s home life or surroundings, the way he re acted or responded to trouble or difficulties, the calmness or upset ment of his mind were not consid ered a vital pari of the cause or treatment of his condition. Today practically every physician recognizes the power of mind over matter, and there is no greater faith healer anywhere than the compe tent beloved family physician. Thus we find that psychology— the science of the mind and the emotions—is not only being used in psychiatry—treating the diseases if the mind, but psychology is being used to treat and to prevent dis eases of the body; this is called psycho-therapy. It has been known for some time that mental suggestions—psycho therapy—can actually correct trou bles in the body and prevent real or organic ailments from develop ing. It has more recently become known through Professor Cannon of Harvard and Dr. Geo Crile, Cleve land, that organic disease can actually be developed in the body by wrong or incorrect thinking. Thinking inwardly, having a pho bia—fear—toward an ailment or ail ments, can so affect the workings of the body processes that actual dis ease occurs. © Western Newspaper Union. IhucLe Phil today and Tomorrow Tomorrow is not yours, and it is yet uncertain whether it ever will be. Today is the only time which you can with the least shadow of propiiety call your own. Of course we are all tinctured more or less with pessimism, but it is as bad form to talk about it as it is to be a whooping optimist. If it is your disposition to lead the parade, you will find a parade somewhere, even though small. 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