I
SYNOPSIS
David Mallory, In search of newspaper
work In New York, Is forced to accept a
job as switch-board operator in a swank
apartment house, managed by officious
Timothy Higgins. There David meets
Miss Agatha Paget, a crippled old lady,
and her charming niece. AUegra. One
day, talking with Higgins In the lobby.
David is alarmed by a piercing scream.
David finds the scream came from the
Ferriter apartment, not far from the
Pagets'. The Ferrlters include Lyon and
Everett, and their sister, lone. Everett,
a genealogist, is helping Agatha Paget
write a book about her blue-blooded an
cestors. Inside the apartment they find
a black-bearded man—dead. No weapon
can be found. The police arrive. Hig
gins. who actively dislikes David, in
forms him that he is fired. David is
called to the Paget apartment. Agatha
Paget offers him a job helping write her
family history—which will unearth a few
family skeletons. He accepts the offer.
Meanwhile, police suspect Lyon Ferriter
of the murder. Jerry Cochrane of the
Press offers David a job helping solve
the murder. David accepts. He is to
keep on working for Miss Paget. Later
David meets Grosvenor Paget, Allegra's
brother. Then, that night, David sees
Grosvenor prowl through the Ferriter
apartment. David confronts Grosvenor
with the story. He is told to mind his
own business. Then David goes to Hig
gins’ basement flat to retrieve his lug
gage. In the darkness he brushes against
an unknown person, and In attempting to
capture him, falls over his own suitcase.
CHAPTER VII—Continued
—9—
The cab’s brakes squealed. Coch
rane thrust open its door.
"The Artists and Writers,” he
said, “and just in time to save one
very precious life.”
He led me down a crooked hall
to an iron door with a wicket and
rang the bell.
“A newspaper hangout,” he ex
plained. "It masqueraded as a res
taurant during prohibition. Now it
poses as a speakeasy. Newspaper
men are romantic.”
"That’s because,” I told him,
“they meet so many interesting peo-1
pie.”
“Gene,” Cochrane bade the face
that appeared at the wicket, "two
hot Scotches, quick, and I’ll close
the door myself.”
Cochrane was sipping his second
drink and talking in a low voice.
Blackbeard’s body lay in the
morgue, still unidentified. The Fer
riters had been easier to trail. Lyon
and his sister had been in Alaska
where he had run a combined saloon
and store on the Tanana River.
“A year ago,” Cochrane went on,
"it seems lone and Lyon and a new
comer, a guy named Horstman,
went prospecting, and were out all
winter. They found gold, but Horst
man got lost in a blizzard and his
body never was recovered. Lyon
sold his claim and came to New
York. He’s comfortably fixed. His
lister doesn’t do anything, either.
And right now, she doesn’t look as
if it agreed with her.”
He made a design of wet ring'
on the table with the bottom of k
glass and asked, still watching
them,
"Do you know anything of a tie
up between the Paget boy and
lone?”
“Why?” I stalled and my voice
must have been sharp, for he
grinned.
"You and I,” said Cochrane,
"have the same sort of dirty mind.
The idea may lead nowhere, but
the lad comes into an inheritance
in a few days now—three million or
thereabouts, which is no small sum
to shoot at, even in inflated curren
cy. lone—”
He broke off. A man came, walk
ing stiffly, from the barroom. He
said, "Hi, Jerry,” to Cochrane,
started to pass on and then stopped,
staring at me. It was Duke of the
Sphere. I found myself disliking
him again.
“Hello, Larry,” Cochrane said and
his face was guileless. “Have a
drink?”
“Thanks,” Duke answered. “I’ve
had mine.”
He had. He swayed as he spoke
and kept on looking at me. We
watched each other like hostile dogs.
Cochrane said quietly:
"This is David Mallory. He—”
"We’ve met before,” I broke in.
Duke sat down with a long sigh.
Drink had turned him pale and
sweating. I knew he was trouble
hunting and felt my own temper rise
to meet his. He asked carefully, for
his tongue was thick:
"Private conspiracy, or can I
horn in?”
Cochrane grinned.
“I knew Dave in Omaha,” he said
so smoothly that the lie sounded
like truth. “I’ve been trying to
pump him. Help yourself.”
“Thanks.” Duke replied and
looked at me briefly. “Turned in
your copy, Jerry?”
“Still trying to find something to
Write about.”
Duke mopped his glistening face.
"You had no trouble yesterday.
Why don’t you let your stool loose
on young Paget’s affair with lone?’
Cochrane glanced at me and I
held fast to myself. He said easily,
Just one of Shannon’s ‘theories.’
There’s nothing in it.”
“Isn’t there?” Duke asked. “The
reason this thing is locked up so
tight is because the Pagets are in
it up to their necks. The Pagets
are people in this town. They’ve
got the immunity of cash and posi
tion. If we could tear the lid off
this thing, we’d find a Grove-lone
tie-up and probably Allegra mixed
up in it.”
I got up.
“I hope,” Duke said, fumbling
with his words, “that I’m not offend
ing you.”
I said to Cochranes
“I don’t care for your friend's
manners, or his mind or his smelL
Unless he cares to argue it. I’ll be
on my way.”
My voice must have been loud for
men at other tables looked at me,
and Gene, the waiter, came hurry
ing across the room. Breath went
from Duke with a hiss. He lurched
and tried to rise but Cochrane threw
himself sidewise and held him down.
"Easy, Larry,” he soothed,
“you’re drunk,” and to me, “Make
it fast.”
I obeyed. He overtook me at the
Broadway corner.
"Young Lochinvar!” he said,
panting.
"I don’t like that guy,” I told him
sulkily.
He grinned.
"So I gathered. It was a fool
play to bring you there. We better
meet in your room hereafter, ac
complice."
He left me at the subway station.
I walked on uptown and wished that
I had thrown his job after him. And
then I was sorry that I had not told
Cochrane all I had learned of Gros
venor. I knew that I could not do
that either. Loyalties pulled me two
ways.
I stood aside on the stair to let
my landlady descend. She stopped
and peered down severely.
"If anyone calls when I’m away,
Mrs. Shaw,” I told her, "you can
let him in my room.”
“ ‘Him’?” said Mrs. Shaw and
sniffed. "I’ve no objection to ‘hims.’
“You may, when you see my
copy,” 1 told her.
Mr. Mallory, but you simply cannot
receive well—ladies here.”
She glared at me with the sour
air of morality that fat women so
often wear.
“Good God,” I answered, "what
put that into your mind?”
"I’m not,” she told me, “more
suspicious than most, Mr. Mallory,
but a lady called to see you an
hour ago.”
"A lady?” I asked with what
breath I had. "Did she have blue
eyes and blond hair?”
Mrs. Shaw might have looked so
at Brigham Young.
"This,” said she, “was a dark
lady. Anxious to see you she was,
I’m sure. But she would leave no
message or name.”
I watched her go on down the
stairs. At the landing, she flung
back:
"Very good-looking—if you like
that type.”
CHAPTER VIII
It was long before I got to sleep.
There were too many things in the
room with me. The visit of the
woman who had roused Mrs. Shaw’s
morality joined the procession of
puzzles that marched endlessly
round my bed. It made no sense.
Neither did my conclusion that the
caller must have been seeking some
other David Mallory. Neither did
anything else.
When slumber caugni me at lasi,
I overslept and again reached the
Paget apartment breathless and just
on time. Annie led me to the work
room. The sanity of winter sun
light, streaming in through the win
dow, the stacked papers on the desk,
the typewriter, the very couch on
which Grosvenor had sat glowering
the evening before, all were solid,
normal things that tangled further
my suspicions. I looked through the
window. Beyond the casement
across the air shaft, I had seen the
boy at his furtive mission. As I
watched, a dim figure drew up the
shade. The Ferriters had come
home. I turned and faced Miss
Agatha.
"Good morning, David,” she said
briskly. "You and I are among the
few punctual people in this world.
Mr. Ferriter hasn’t arrived?”
"I haven’t seen him,” I replied.
"Perhaps he is next door. The apart
ment—”
She bit through an invisible thread
and nodded.
“Yes. They have come back. I’ve
invited them all to lunch. Perhaps
my precious genealogist thinks he
is not to report till then.”
She peered at me and pursued:
“You needn’t look shocked, Da
vid. I’ve broken bread during a long
life with many more disreputable
people than probable perpetrators of
a murder.”
Her mind was straight and merci
less as a bayonet thrust. I stam
mered :
“You think then that—that—”
“Never mind boggling.” Miss Aga
tha ordered. “I think that, any
where but in detective fiction, the
persons nearest to a crime are those
most likely to have been involved.
That need not prevent my asking
them to lunch. You forget that a
spectator of life must have her vi
carious thrills."
“I never said a word,” I told her.
“With a face like yours," she re
plied, “you didn't have to. Of course
I suspect the Ferriters. So do you.”
She rolled her chair to the deck
side and jumped upon her project.
For a half-hour we talked. Or rath
er, I listened while she elaborated
her purpose to me and outlined the
scope and set the tone for the first
chapter. At last, she paused and
grinned.
“Any questions?"
I shook my head.
“Let me do a few pages and see
whether I’ve caught your idea.”
“Excellent,” Miss Agatha said
with a jerk of her head. “Everett
would have spent the next half-hour
in qualms and objections.”
“You may, when you see my
copy,” I told her.
She chuckled again as she rolled
toward the door.
“What ho!” he said in response
to my greeting and waved a plump
hand.
I thought of Allegra, standing pro
vocatively beside him. I thought of
Duke’s slander and bent again to
my work. Everett had a softness
that shook instead of hardened un
der stress but, even in his agitation,
he had not forgotten his cologne. I
don’t like cologne. With the reek of
it in my nose, I found him standing
beside me. He smiled and picked
up the two pages I had completed.
“Do you mind?” he asked and
read them without waiting. The
points of the waxed mustache
twitched and color came to his
pudgy cheeks. It isn’t pleasant to
have another recast your own work.
I understood his irritation. He
dropped the sheets on the desk and
dusted his hands together before he
lit a cigarette.
"Of course,” he said with a ges
ture of resignation, “if that’s the
sort of thing she wants—”
“So what?” I asked, but his faint
ly popped eyes slid away from mine.
He laid his cigarette on an ash tray
and shrugged.
“No offense, my dear chap. I
mean—well, isn’t it a bit ghoulish
and horrible, this—er, exhumation
of all the family skeletons? I mean—
it’s really not my sort of work.”
He stood quite still a minute be
fore he said, in a voice that tried
hard to be careless:
“Anything new?”
“Don’t you read the papers,” I
asked, “or is journalism too—ghoul
ish and horrible?”
He didn’t resent that but an
swered, quite humbly:
“Of -course. I just meant, have
you—has anyone, I mean—found out
anything else?”
I shouldn’t have deviled him fur
ther, but he asked for it. I shrugged
and put a fresh sheet of paper in the
typewriter.
"I’m a rewrite man,” I told him.
"Not a detective.”
I heard breath go through his
nose. He mopped his face with a
plaid-bordered silk handkerchief.
The smell of cologne drove away
my pity.
"But,” he faltered, "you do know
something, eh?”
"Plenty,” I answered.
"What?” he asked as though the
word hurt him.”
I shook my head.
"You’re nervous enough already."
He made a desperate gesture with
both hands as though trying to push
something away.
“Nervous! Why shouldn’t I be
nervous? I've been humiliated by a
lot of foul police. Asses that have
no respect for the commonest de
cency. We’ve all been hounded by
them, because they’re too ignorant
ever to find out who did that dread
ful thing.”
Something clicked inside me and
I looked at him hard. It might be
only the indignation of the innocent
that rode him. It might be some
thing more. I couldn’t picture Ev
erett Ferriter as a murderer, but
I had been fooled too often in the
last two days to trust my own senses.
So I said:
“Don't underestimate the cops.
They are unrefined, but the Homi
cide Bureau in this town ranks pret
ty high. I’ve been a newspaper man
long enough to know that when a de
tective seems dumbest he’s proba
bly being smartest. I’ll bet you,
even money, that they clear up this
case in a week.”
I knew I had hit him. He gagged
a little and gave a sick smile.
“I hope you’re right,” he told me.
“It can’t be a minute too soon for
me—for all of us.”
He left so quickly and silently that
I heard the front door shut before
I knew he was gone.
I sat and scowled at the wall
while I tried to pull that jittery fig
ure into a pose of guilt. Then 1
remembered his alibi. It had been
the nature of this alibi, and Alleg
ra's part in it, that had made me
vindictive. I thrust my mind away
from current crime and into the an
nals of Miss Agatha’s forebears
(TO HE CONTINUED)
Velveteen, Spotted Fur, Plaid,
‘Big Three’ in College Vote
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
THE college girl fashion picture
bids fair to be largely a matter
of gay velveteen and gorgeous
plaids—and we are going to see just
“oodles” of leopard and other spot
ted furs. This means that what
soe’er the event graced by the pres
ence of her majesty. Miss College
Girl, the scene will be one of ani
mated and youthful fashions.
At that highly significant event, the
semi-annual fashion show presented
recently by the Style Creators of
Chicago, the supremacy of vel
veteen, plaids and spotted furs was
emphasized in a group of fashions
for college-faring girls. The illus
trations show four from among the
hosts of stunning fall and winter
models that received the applause
of an enthusiastic audience.
Looking at the fetching costume
suit ensemble to the left in the group
pictured, one readily understands at
a glance the “reason why” a tre
mendous velveteen vogue is spread
ing throughout all fashiondom this
season. In the life of the college
girl especially, velveteen is going to
play a stellar role. She will look
sweet and lovely indeed in a cos
tume suit of this type which is fash
ioned by a leading style creator of
wine colored velveteen for the coat
with white saddle stitching around
the buttonholes, and the smart pouch
pockets are shirred. The dress is
crepe in the same color. Note the
very smart pompadour bonnet.
The grand and the practical and
the economical part of this long-coat
ensemble is that the coat itself is a
valuable asset in any girl’s ward
robe. It not only partners perfectly
with the crepe dress but can be worn
as a wrap with one’s party gowns.
For afternoon affairs with more or
less formal gowns it will be looked
upon admiringly and will be cov
eted by every girl present.
The story of velveteen as it is un
folding in the season’s fashion events
includes adorable little
afternoon dresses in fas
c in a ting colors. The
stores are showing little
velveteen classics, so
called because they are
styled with such exquisite simplicity.
It is best to buy this type, for it
“shows off” costume jewelry to the
’nth degree of glamour. Velveteen
can be very informal when it
chooses. Cunning jackets are made
of it that look good when worn with
bright plaid skirts. Often these vel
veteen jackets are lined with the
plaid of the skirt.
Speaking of plaids—they are su
perbly beautiful this year. It is no
wonder style creators are turning
out not only handsome coats of it
but suits made all of plaid. They
are the “last word” in high fashion
this fall. The costume suit that has
a long coat is the smartest of the
smart for fall. As pictured to the
right, the long plaid coat tops a
dress whose monotone color keys to
some one leading tone in the plaid.
The coat modeled here is a fashion
of distinction. The soft wool plaid
fashioning it is not to be outclassed
in its superb coloring and its high
tone quality. As is true of most
costume-suit coats this fall, this one
is painstakingly finished in detail so
as to serve smartly as a separate
wrap with any and every dress or
suit.
Be sure to note the plaid jacket
suit with hat to match centered
below in the picture. It is a college
girl favorite.
A college girl will look her most
alluring in the new fall red costume
suit (see center above). It has just
enough leopard fur on the tiny collar
and stylish muff to satisfy without
being overdone. Looks chic on her
large sombrero, too. Leopard and
other spotted furs certainly qualify
as eligible to be counted in on the
"big three" so conspicuously pres
ent in the college girl fashion pic
ture. In fact, the vogue for spotted
fur coats and accessories is devel
oping into almost an epidemic
among the smart young set.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
j Knitted Sleeves
Knitted accents on your tweeds
and other wool fashions are being
interpreted in clever ways this fall.
Attractive little wool frocks often
have fancy hand-knitted pockets to
gether with collars and cuffs. Insets
of knitted motifs are among the
novel uses, and they certainly add
an attractive feature to the new
dresses and blouses and coats. In
the picture a very modern suit of
handsome green tweed has knitted
sleeves. A cleverly gored skirt and
matching tweed bag contribute dis
tinguishing style touches.
Also popular is a one-piece knitted
dress with a flared skirt topped by a
cardigan style bodice.
Fullness of Skirts
Variously Positioned
While a slim silhouette is the goal
of the majority of designers, this
does not mean there is entire ab
sence of fullness. The fact is that
designers are managing to intro
duce fullness for ease of action with
utmost ingenuity. A panel of full
ness at the side front springing from
under a clever pocket, a few gather
ings at each side of the front and a
deliberate bringing of fulness to the
direct front are some of the maneu
vers being made in the newer fash
ions.
The new side move involves the
fastening of coatL and dresses.
There is no end to the cunning with
which this new turn of affairs is be
ing eploited. The new to-one-side
fastening of coats is especialy in
teresting.
New Prints Adopt
‘Patriotism’ Themes
The craze for patriotic *themes in
fashion's realm reflects in the sea*
son’s newest prints. In washgoods
sections the stars and stripes are
floating throughout cleverly pat
terned cottons, linens, broadcloths
and spun rayons. Such motifs as
flags, eagles, military emblems and
the like are patterning washable
weaves in artful attractive manner.
For scarfs and blouses and acces
sory items, there is a series of shiny
rayon crepe weaves that are most
intriguing. In this class you will
And the American eagle, the Amer
ican flag on a starry ground and
even the Statue of Liberty.
NATIONAL I
AFFAIRS
Rtviewtd by
CARTER FIELD
Criticism of Willkie for
not controlling party mem
bers in Congress brings up
Roosevelt parallel... Many
prominent figures in U. S.
Senate going into discard.
(Bell Syndicate—WNU Service.!
One really has to go back to 1916
to And a presidential campaign as
curious in its lineups as this one.
This may not be so strange, be
cause it was the war situation
which made that battle so pecu
■ liar.
For instance, there have been two
precisely opposite criticisms of Wen
dell Willkie with regard to the
amendment which would have post
poned conscription—the one Intro
duced by Representative Ham Fish
and passed by the house of repre
sentatives.
One set of critics scream that
Willkie should NOT have opposed
the Fish amendment. They point
out that he did not HAVE to say
ANYTHING, and here he was tak
ing issue with the man who will be
chairman of the house foreign af
fairs committee if the Republicans
gain control of the house this elec
tion.
The other set of critics criticize
Willkie bitterly because he does not
CONTROL the Republican member
ship of the house.
METHOD NOT CLEAR
It is not made clear just HOW
Willkie would go about doing this
No national convention of any party
was ever able to bind the mem
bers of its party elected to the house
and senate AFTER the convention
laid down its dictum.
But while this division in the Re
publican party has been attracting
a great deal of criticism and com
ment, with Willkie being attacked by
both sides, how about the Democrat
ic party?
It just happens that the house of
representatives PASSED this much
discussed Fish amendment. There
is no thought here of blaming Presi
dent Roosevelt for that, but it could
not have passed if a large number
of Democratic members of the
house had not voted for it. The
Democratic majority in the present
house is tremendous.
FARTY CONTROL WEAKENS
Now, Mr. Roosevelt, as President
and as the candidate of his party
for re-election, obviously should
have more control of the Democrats
in the house than Mr. Willkie has
of the Republicans.
This is not an attempt to make a
case politically for either side. Both
parties are split on every phase of
the war issue. Every individual
senator and representative, and
every candidate for election as
such, is going to speak and vote
just the way he thinks will do HIM,
individually, the most good at the
polls in November. If that individ
ual candidate thinks his vote will
also help the candidate of his party
for President, he is usually glad
of it, but that is purely incidental.
This tendency, which might be
discussed learnedly as the decay of
party responsibility, has been grow
ing rapidly. It is the child of the
direct primary. It is the child of
the overthrow of the state bosses.
But nobody is going to be able to
do anything about it this year any
way.
VETERAN SENATORS RETIRING
Almost never before, at this stage
of a campaign, have so many
prominent figures in the United
States senate gone into the discard.
With several primaries to come,
there are already eight senators
who will not be taking the oath
again next January.
On top of this, the election pros
pects of certain other sitting sena
tors are none too bright. Betting
odds, for example, favor the de
feat of Sherman Minton of Indiana,
j Chavez of New Mexico, even if he
survives the primary, may easily
a > down in the election, for the Re
publicans are pretty cocky in New
Mexico.
Sen. Peter Goelet Gerry of Rhode
Island, who came to the senate in
1916, was later defeated, and then
made a comeback, is in grave dan
ger from the prospects of a Repub
lican sweep in his state. Sen. Jos
eph F. Guffey, first Democratic sen
ator from Pennsylvania in more
than a generation, is regarded by
political observers as almost cer
tain to lose. In fact, while it is the
general opinion that Pennsylvania
will go Republican, it is also the
general opinion that Guffey will run
behind his ticket.
LANDSLIDE CHANGES PICTURE
Sen. Joseph C. O'Mahoney, he of
the anti monopoly investigation, is
also in danger in Wyoming.
All these probabilities are NOT
calculated on the basis of a Repub
lican sweep. They are calculated
on the basis of a fairly close elec
tion. If there should be a Roosevelt
victory anything approaching that of
1936, it would undoubtedly save
O'Mahoney, Gerry, and Chavez, as
suming he wins the primary. It
might even save Guffey, though that
would take a bit of doing.
On the other hand, if there should
be a Republican sweep, it might
carry down several other Democrat
ic senators who are expected by
most observers to survive.
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Loose Tongues
How can we expect another to
keep our secret if we cannot keep
it ourselves.
May Warn of Disordered
Kidney Action
Modern life with its hurry and worry:
Irregular habits, improper eating and
drinking—its riak of ezpoaure and infec
tion—throws heavy strain on the work
of the kidneys. They are apt to become
over-taxed end fail to filter excess add
and other impurities from the life-giving
blood.
You may suffer nagging backache,
^ headache, dizziness, getting up nights,
leg paint, swelling—fed constantly
I tired, nervous, all worn out. Other signs
of kidney or bladder disorder are some
times burning, scanty or too frequent
urination.
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