CHAPTER XIV—Continued
—15—
“May I point out," Miss Agatha
asked politely, "that Everett Ferri
ter also had access to that machine
—and a latchkey to this flat?”
Shannon did not seem to hear her.
He said:
‘Til be taking that typewriter
along, too. Miss Paget. We’ve found
your nephew’s fingerprints on the
keys and space bar. He it was who
used it last. I’m sorry but—we’re
taking him in, for further question
ing.”
Still holding her aunt’s hand, Al
legra felt with the other for a chair
and sat down. Miss Agatha moved
ever so little. Her head lifted. A
quiet, more impressive than bluster,
was in her voice.
“Just one thing, Captain Shannon.
I’m the oldest living member of the
Paget family. It has influence in
New York.”
Beneath his breath, the policeman
mumbled something.
Miss Agatha went on:
“That is not a threat, though you
may think so. You're wholly with
in your rights in arresting Grove,
but”—the fine old head, the pre
cise voice went a shade higher—
“but if you maltreat my nephew, if
you step over any single one of his
legal rights, if you or any of your
tribe lay a finger on him while
you’re ’questioning,’ I shall see to
it that more than a finger falls on
you, sir.
“I’ve lived,” Miss Agatha ended,
“more years in New York than I
care to confess. If you misuse your
authority, I shall misuse my influ
ence. And never," she added, with
an oddly mirthful puckering of her
eye wrinkles, “think I haven’t got
it."
The bell rang as she ceased, as
though her words had smitten some
invisible bull’s-eye. Shannon’s face
softened a trifle. He looked at her
with respect and an unwilling trace
of amusement.
“Miss Paget,” he began, “you’re
a—’’
I think he intended to compliment
her but he was interrupted. A rud
dy-faced, elderly gentleman, slight
ly out of breath and more than a
little ruffled, entered. He put on
black-corded glasses to glare at
Shannon and me and then beamed
through them at Miss Agatha. The
old lady gave a slow smile of tri
umph.
“Tertius,” she said, as though he
■were a late comer to a reception,
“this is very good of you. Captain
Shannon, this is Senator Groesbeck,
my attorney. I think I can leave
Grove safely in your joint care."
I acknowledged introduction to the
Senator who seemed to regard ev
eryone but Miss Agatha with the
justifiable suspicion of a corporation
counsel who had been hauled out of
bed into a murder case. Then I
said:
“I’ll be going now, Miss Paget.
Good night.”
"Thank you, David,” she said and
looked at me hard.
I ducked my head toward Alleg
ra, barely meeting her eyes. I think
she started to follow me to the door,
but her aunt, whose hand she still
held, stayed her. As I departed,
Miss Agatha called after me:
"Nine o’clock tomorrow, David.
Or rather, today.”
She was not one whose purposes
were lightly thwarted.
CHAPTER XV
Shannon and his prisoner had
drawn the reporters away from the
Morello. An empty taxi stood at
the curb. I recall little of my ride
home.
I knew, as I got out of the cab,
that I was out on my feet. I would
not have thought of Cochrane and
of what the new tragedy meant to
him, and me, if I had not seen the
telephone in Mrs. Shaw’s hall. I
hesitated and then called the Press.
I got Jerry. 1 could not match
his elation. He had reached the Mo
rello just after I had entered. Duke,
he confided, had been angry at my
reticence. Cochrane now was wait
ing word from the Press man at
headquarters, whither Grove had
been taken. I told him briefly what
I knew, withholding only my fore
knowledge that Grove had had a key
to the Ferriter flat, nor did I cite
that apparently disembodied voice
I had heard at Mino’s. I was too
weary to be discreet otherwise. The
ache in my bones had crept into
my mind and clogged my tongue.
When I had finished, I heard Coch
rane’s chuckle.
“We’ll hang it on the town again,
Dave. I’ll meet you at noon tomor
row in that beanery near the Morel
lo. I have tidings to impart, my
lad. They’ll interest you.”
I wondered, as I pulled myself
upstairs, whether anything ever
could interest me again. I slept so
soddenly that when I woke, I had
all the symptoms of a hang-over ex
cept the memory of revelry.
Coffee eased my head and food
ballasted my uneasy stomach. I
read, as I ate, Cochrane's deft story
in the Press. I wished that he had
been a shade less authoritative con
cerning what had taken place in
the Paget apartment, but it was a
well-handled yarn, scrupulously fair
as far as young Paget was con
cerned. He was still held as a ma
terial witness. Which meant, I knew,
that so far. he had not talked
I felt better wtten I reached the 1
Morello and entered under the wist
ful eyes of a half-dozen evening
newspaper men, none of whom I
knew, but I found when Eddie Hoyt
spoke to me that my nerves were
raw and my temper hair-trigger.
"Lissen, Dave," he begged, as he
went with me to the elevator, "you
don’t think this young Paget really
done it?"
"No,” I snapped. "Do you?”
He blinked at my violence.
"No offense,” he said earnestly.
“Only, Dave, if there’s anything I
can do for that old lady. I’d do it if
I went to jail for it. See? She’s
been real good to me. Remember
that, willy a ? There's something pho
ny about this hull thing. I can feel
it, Dave."
"You’re telling me?” I asked as
he let me oil.
Eddie nodded toward the Paget
door.
“This here Ferriter, the one that’s
left,” he whispered, “is in there now.
He come about a half-hour ago.
Fineman tells me his sister took on
when they blew in and heard what
had happened — kinda historical.
They didn’t stay here last night.”
"Now that’s funny, isn’t it?” I
jeered and pressed the Paget bell.
“Not to me it ain’t,” said Hoyt,
ducking back into the car.
Annie let me in and motioned me
into the workroom. Miss Paget, the
maid said, was busy, but she’d see
me in a few minutes. I sat down
"That Is not a threat, though you
may think so."
and stared at the four dim circles on
the desk top where the typewriter
had stood.
I thought of Lyon and of the voice
I had heard—unless I were screwy
—issuing from the booth at Mino's
last night. Could it have been only
last night? Was it really yesterday
afternoon that Lyon and I had
fenced? I found myself sitting
straighter. That broken epee point
had not been accident. The plan
had been to kill me while Everett
searched my room and removed
damaging evidence. What evidence?
I groaned and heard Lyon Ferriter
come along the hall.
He was a shade more gaunt but
his smile was cordial and his easy
drawling manner fitted him like a
long used glove. Once more, his
voice and appearance overthrew
my suspicion so violently that I found
myself offended by his poise.
"Good morning," he said. "I
didn't expect to see you here.”
“Or I you,” I answered.
He frowned and shrugged his
wide, stooped shoulders. “No,” he
agreed, lowering his voice, "I made
an error in doming. I don't think
there’s anything in the etiquette book
to fit just this situation. People can
hardly be normal in such circum
stances. I’ve taken enough on the
chin in my time to fortify me a bit,
but lone”—his voice softened as he
spoke of her—“is all apart again.”
“I can understand that,” I told
him.
He nodded.
“Of course you do." He paused
and I felt his further words were a
belated retort to Miss Agatha Pag
et. “After all, we are the—bereaved.
Poor old Everett. I can't imagine
why Grove—”
He overplayed his hand. For the
first time, I thought I caught the
faint sound of duplicity in his
speech. His martyred air irked me.
I felt my brain light up and was
canny enough to wait an instant,
curbing myself, before I said:
“I can’t imagine that Grove did
It.”
Lyon looked at me quite carefully
and then shrugged again.
"Fortunately,” he said, "this time
my alibi is endorsed. I only know
what the police, and witnesses,
say.”
“Sure,” I answered, “and I don’t
suppose you can imagine how Grove
got a key to your flat?”
If that reached him, he did not
show it. He seemed to be thinking
of something that his long brown
face quite hid, before he said:
“That is not true. I came here
this morning to tell Miss Paget that
I would make affidavit that I gave
Grove that key."
“Which,” I told him, "comes un
der the head of chivalrous perjury.”
It was good to throw pretense aside
at last and speak my thought.
"Miss Ferriter,” I went on,
"gave—”
He lifted a hand so sharply that
I stopped.
"My sister,” he said, and I felt
now that he was wholly candid, “is
to be kept out of this tragedy if I
have to go further than—chivalrous
perjury. She has suffered more than
enough, already.”
His emphasis threw me out of
my stride for an instant.
"All right," I told him. "You
gave Grove a key. Let it go at
that. I hope when he opens up he
tells the same story. You gave him
the key. How does that explain his
presence in your flat last night at
the time of your brother’s—
suicide?”
He smiled at the stress I laid on
the last word and that made me an
grier.
“It doesn’t,” he said. “No one
knows why he was there—except,
possibly, poor old Everett.”
"Your sister knows,” I said, tin
gling. "Maybe you do, too.”
"Are you,” he drawled, “trying to
be offensive?"
"It’s no effort,” I assured him.
"Everett committed suicide. No
doubt he had his reasons. He left
the note they found on Grove. No
doubt you know what it means.
Grove is that way about your sister.
That’s why he had a key. He’s in
this jam on her account while
you—”
A voice behind Lyon cut through
my angry speech and checked it
“Would you mind.” it asked,
“stepping a little aside, Mr. Ferri
ter? I thought you had gone.”
He obeyed. Miss Agatha sat be
hind him in her wheel chair. Her
bleak face daunted Lyon who was
as nearly ill at ease as I had ever
seen him.
“Yes,” he stammered, “I should
have gone—some time ago," and
without further glance at me, hur
ried down the hall. The door
slammed.
The old lady turned her head and
looked at me and again 1 marveled
at the resilience of her crippled
body. Not even the plight of her
beloved nephew had dulled her eyes,
or shaken her voice.
I was still too angry to read omen
in her regard.
“I gather,” she said, “Mr. Ferri
ter has been telling you he gave
Grove that latchkey.”
“I can gather,” I snarled, "that
he’s willing to crucify a silly kid
for the sake of lone’s good name—
if any.”
My violence seemed to soothe her.
Her face softened a little. She said
dryly:
“I’m glad you’re so strenuous,
David. Something has happened
that Allegra and I want to ask you
about.”
I was so dumb that her words
heartened me. I thought that they
were going to ask for counsel and I
forgot my recent wrath. Perhaps
that sacrificial yearning I had felt
in Allegra’s presence wasn’t so idi
otic after all. I might yet serve
her.
“I’m grateful to you both,” I told
Miss Agatha.
Again, she gave me that puzzled
stare. I thought she was going to
ask a question but she turned her
head instead and called: “Allegra.”
I heard the girl come down the
hall. Something made me faintly
uneasy. I forgot my qualm when
she entered the room.
I got up. Worry had hardened
her. Her face was white. Her eyes
endured mine so indifferently that
I wondered if this could be the girl
I had kissed a few hours ago She
was immune to my smile; she was
deaf to my greeting. She looked
from me to her aunt, who gave a
prompting nod. In Allegra’s
clenched hand, a paper crackled.
Her voice had the same impersonal
sound as she asked, looking straight
at me again:
“Do you know a man named Law
rence Duke?”
I could feel it doming. I knew
now that it wasn’t just anxiety for
her brother that had bleached and
hardened her. There was sweat in
my palms and my voice sounded
hoarse to me as I said: “Yes.”
Allegra gave her head a quick lit
tle jerk and unfolded the paper she
held.
“I don’t,” she told me with quiet
scorn, “but he writes on the letter
head of the Sphere: ‘Dear Madam:
Perhaps you are unaware that your
escort of tonight is a reporter on
the Press in disguise.’ ”
Miss Agatha asked:
“Is that true, David?”
"As far as it goes,” I told her
and there was a sudden dullness in
the clever old eyes. I had no time
to explain for Allegra said and her
voice cut:
“You have been stealing my
aunt’s generosity and my—friend
ship.”
"No,” I said.
"You are a reporter for the
Press?”
“Only on probation,” I said.
In her voice I heard the anger of
trust betrayed. It angered me. I
wheeled about and picked up my
hat and coat. The girl said:
"A stool pigeon.”
That stung. I ignored her pur
posely and turned to Miss Agatha,
who had not stirred.
no HE COXUNCe.U)
I
By VIRGINIA VALE
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
ALT DISNEY’S “Fan
tasia” has made its bow
at last, and also made his
tory. It is “a series of eight
musical compositions, inter
preted by Leopold Stokowski
and the Philadelphia Sym
phony orchestra” with com
ments by Deems Taylor. It is
also the most beautiful pres
entation of color and sound
that the screen has ever of
fered.
The music was recorded by the
orchestra, then Disney and his idea
men listened to it, and on the screen
we see what the music suggested to
them. We have Mickey Mouse as
the “Sorcerer’s Apprentice,” amaz
ing prehistoric animals in Stravm
WALT DISNEY
sky’s “Rite of Spring,” delightful
centaurs and "centaurettes” in Bee
thoven’s “Pastoral Symphony.”
Disney selected the music care
fully, to appeal to all tastes. He
hoped to aid in popularizing classic
al music, an undertaking so ably
begun by radio. Special RCA re
production equipment is necessary
to handle the innovations in record
ing.
The experiment is a magnificent
one, into which Disney has poured
more than two million dollars. Its
success should be as great as the
courage of its producer.
_^_
Fred Astaire has the longest mo
tion picture feature devoted exclu
sively to dancing in the world, and
it's getting longer all the time. The
picture, right now. Is being length
ened by two dance numbers which
Astaire created for himself and
Paulette Goddard in his latest Holly
wood production, “Second Chorus.”
The addition of these two numbers
makes Astaire’s own picture run
more than four hours, and probably
the world will never see it; a stickler
for originality, he has accumulated
it from the thirteen screen produc
tions in which he has appeared.
-rK
Mary Anderson is Hollywood's
newest Cinderella. One of the girls
who was tested for the role of “Scar
lett O’Hara” and didn’t get it, she
did play “Maybelle Merriweather”
in the famous Southern war picture,
and then stayed on in Hollywood
and worked for Warner Brothers.
Now she has a difficult role in Rich
ard Rowland’s “Cheers for Miss
Bishop.” Only eighteen, she has a
good start on what promises to be
a highly successful career.
-*
About a year ago lovely Joan
Blaine, featured in the NBC serial,
“Valiant Lady,” was walking down
Broadway when she slipped on the
icy street and fell. A quiet young
man picked her up, brushed her ofT,
and disappeared in the throng.
“Just my luck,” she told some of
her friends later. “1 didn't ask his
name, and I'll probably never see
him again.”
Recently Rikel Kent, director of
“Valiant Lady,” told her she was
acquiring a new man on the show.
“His name is Lawson Zerbe,” Kent
told her. "You don’t know him.”
Then Zerbe appeared for rehearsal,
and—you’ve guessed it. Out of all
the actors in New York, he was the
quiet young man who’d come to her
rescue nearly a year before.
-*
Gary Cooper is dead set against
anything that is unnatural; he in
sists on letting nature take its
course before the cameras, which
is why you never see him curl his
lips and show his teeth when he’s
angry_watch him in "North West
Mounted Police” and you’ll see him
as he is in real life. He’s one of the
few actors in Hollywood who de
pends on a mirror only when he’s
shaving, making up for work or
combing his hair.
-*
ODDS AND ENDS—James Melton
and Irene li’insley used to sing for
nothing on a small station in Memphis,
Tenn., yeurs ago—after a lapse of ten
years they encountered each other in
a New York night club, and discov
ered that they were booked to sing on
Raymond I’aige's “Musical Americana”
on the same night . . . John Wayne and
Ward Rond made a gallon of authen
tic moonshine the other day for a
scene in “Shepherd of the Hills,” us
ing a real still, and when the scene
had been shot the federal agent who
represented law and order poured the
“corn” on the ground, while various
members ol the cast lamented.
Follow These Rules When
Addressing Christmas Cards
IN ADDRESSING Christmas cards,
* many questions are bound to
arise with regard to correct form.
The following tips on addressing
Christmas cards will, therefore, be
welcomed by all who have cards to
send.
Christmas greeting cards fall into
two general classes, formal and in
formal. If you use printed or en
graved cards for formal use, the
title Miss. Mr., or Mr. and Mrs.
should preferably appear above the
greeting. For instance: Mr. and
Mrs. Frank Russell wish you a Mer
ry Christmas,” rather than "A Mer
ry Christmas from Mr. and Mrs.
Frank Russell."
Whose name should come first,
the husband’s or the wife’s? Gen
erally, the husband’s name comes
first. On informal cards, signed in
ink, it is quite proper to sign, "Bill
and Shirley," or Bill and Shirley
Adams, depending, of course, upon
how well you know the acquaintance.
A married woman, whether her
husband is alive or not, should be
addressed with "Mrs.” prefixed to
her husband’s full name. Every
card sent out should bear a Mr.,
Mrs., or Miss prefix. Failure to use
this prefix is an unpardonable
breach of courtesy.
Do not address a divorcee by her
maiden name, unless such name has
been established by legal procedure.
John Robertson may be a busi
ness associate of yours, to whom
you want to send a Christmas card,
but you do not know his wife. What
shall you do in a case of this kind?
It is quite proper to send your card
to Mr. and Mrs. John Robertson, al
though, on the other hand, it is
equally proper to send the card in
his name only. It adds a little of
the personal touch to learn the home
address and send the card there,
although directing the card to a
business address is quite proper.
Some question as to the proprie
ty of sending out Christmas cards
may enter the minds of the family
in mourning. By the same token,
some question may arise as to the
sending of Christmas cards to them.
If the bereavement is very recent—
within a month—it may be better for
the family to omit Christmas cards.
And cards to be sent to the family
should be selected with considera
ble care.
Superstitions About Christmas
SIGNIFICANT meanings si
to superstitions believed i
C. In Holstein, Mistletoe is not only
supposed to be a cure for all green
wounds, but will insure success in
the chase and give strength to the
wrestler.
C. Early Norsemen believed for cen
turies that the Mistletoe would give
protection against both bodily ail
ments and evil spirits.
C. A person who is born on Christ
mas will have power to see and com
mand spirits, according to a Scottish
belief.
C. French peasants believe that
babies born on Christmas have the
gift of phophecy.
C. If a baby is born at sermon time
on Christmas Eve in Middle Europe,
it portends that someone in the
house will die within the year.
C. Daughters born in the Vosges,
France, on December 25 will be
wise, witty and virtuous.
C. A baby born on Christmas in
Silesia will become either a lawyer
or a thief.
C. Girls in the ancient Duchy of
Swavia seldom missed the oppor
tunity offered by Christmas to look
into the future at their future hus
bands. On Christmas Eve they would
go to the woodpile to draw sticks. If
a girl pulled a thick stick, her hus
band would be stout; if a long stick,
he would be tall; if a crooked stick,
he would be deformed. They would
determine the business of their fu
rround Christmas, according
n various parts of the world.
ture husbands by dropping melted
lead into a pan of cold water. The
molten metal would form various
shapes in cooling, and thus resemble
the insignia of his occupation: ham
mer shape, a carpenter; shoe shape,
a cobbler. Every piece of lead re
sembled some occupation to the old
wives.
C. A maiden in Switzerland who ac
cepts a bunch of Edelweiss at Christ
mas also accepts the man who prof
fers it.
C. All animals in the German Alps
can speak on Christmas Eve.
C. It is believed in the Netherlands
that nothing sown on Christmas Eve
will perish. Even seed sown in the
snow will live.
C. A Bohemian wife will die within a
year if she burns a Christmas cake.
«. To insure an abundant harvest in
Denmark, some of the bread baked
on Christmas is kept un*il sowing
time, when it is mixed with the seed.
C. It is said that bread baked on
Christmas in England never be
comes moldy.
fl. Ashes must not be thrown out on
Christmas day in some sections of
Europe, for fear they might be
thrown into the Savior’s face.
C. Some families in Scandinavia
place all their shoes together on
Christmas. This will cause them to
live in harmony throughout the year.
Christmas Tree Industry 4Aims to Please’
I highly developed industry,
Christmas tree production aims
to satisfy all types of customers.
Here a workman after bundling
his trees according to size and
grade is sail ing the butts to even
lengths. In cities where ceilings
are high, as in old communities,
taller trees are desired. For mod
ern low-ceilinged living rooms,
only medium anil shorter sizes
find ready market. The most
po/mlar kind of Christmas tree
is the fir. It is generally pre
ferred because it tends to hold
its needles longer than any other
evergreen tree. Spruces, pines,
hemlocks and red-cedars are also
used as Christmas trees.
CHARM OF CHRISTMAS
THE chief charm of Christmas
is its simplicity. It is a festi
val that appeals to everyone be
cause everyone can understand
it. A genuine fellowship per
vades our common life—a fellow
ship whose source is our common
share in the world’s greatest Life
which was given to the whole
world.—Kimball.
French Village Portrays
Story of Christ’s Birth
Les Baux in France, a village of
shepherds, puts on one of the most
dramatic Christmas celebrations in
the world, and has done it yearly
for over a thousand years. The
peasants act out the whole Bethle
hem story. Joseph and Mary drive
into the “City of David” with real
oxen. Thousands of visitors come
every Christmas eve to see the
event.
Four-Po*ter Doll Bed
For Santa to Bring
By RUTH WYETH SPEARS
KJOBODY knows better than I
^ ' how many willing helpers
good old Santa has. Hundreds of
you have written me that you have
made gifts from directions in this
column and in SEWING Books 1,
2, 3, 4, and 5. Book 6 is now ready
and as it goes into the mail I want
you all to know that I have a very
real feeling of friendship for you
I CIGAR BOX
A CLOTHES PINS
4SPOOLS
SCRAPS TO
MAKE A PAD,
PILLOW AND
BEDDING
GLUE THE
CLOTHES PINS
AND SPOOLS
TO THE BOX
THEN ENAMEL
BLUE,WHITE
OR PINK
who find joy in making things with
your hands. Your letters keep me
posted about the things you want
to know. Refurbishing old furni
ture, curtaining difficult windows,
new slip covers, rug and patch
work designs, lamp shades, dress
ing tables, smocking, gift and ba
zaar novelties—you have asked for
these and they are in the new Book
6. It also contains a description
of the other booklets in this series.
* • •
And here 1* something that Is not in any
of these booklets. This tiny four-poster
doll bed will be Just the thing for Santa
to leave beside some one’s big bed on
Christmas Eve. After the cigar box,
spools and clothes pins are glued together
and enameled you will have a grand time
making the bedding, pillow and coverlet.
Send order to:
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Drawer It
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Enclose 10 cents for each book
ordered.
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Wisdom a Coin
Wisdom is the true and un
alloyed coin, for which we ought
to exchange all things; for this,
and with this, everything is in
reality bought and sold—fortitude,
temperance, and justice; and, in a
word, true virtue subsists with
wisdom.—Plato.
There’s a Good Reason
You’re Constipated!
When there’s something wrong
with you, the first rule Is: get at
the cause. If you are constipated,
don’t endure It first and ‘‘cure" It
afterward. Find out what's giving
you the trouble.
Chances are it’s simple if you
eat the super-refined foods most
people do: meat, white bread,
potatoes. It's likely you don't get
enough "bulk." And "bulk”doesn’t
mean a lot of food. It's a kind of
food that isn’t consumed in the
body, but leaves a soft "bulky”
mass in the intestines and helps
a bowel movement.
If this is your trouble, you
should eat a natural “bulk” pro
ducing food-such a one as the
crunchy, toasted, ready-to-eat
cereal, Kellogg’s All-Bran. Eat it
often, drink plenty of water, and
“Join the Regulars.” All-Bran is
made by Kellogg's in BattleCreek.
If your condition is chronic. It is
wise to consult a physician.
k V
Welcome Beauty
Beauty is God’s handwriting . . .
welcome it in every fair face, ev
ery fair sky, every fair flower.—
Kingsley.
Beware Coughs
from common colds
That Hang On
Creomulslon relieves promptly be
cause It goes right to the seat of the
trouble to help loosen and expel
germ laden phlegm, and aid nature
to soothe and heal raw, tender, In
flamed bronchial mucous mem
branes. Tell your druggist to sell you
a bottle of Creomulslon with the un
derstanding you must like the way It
quickly allays the cough or you e_re
to have your money back.
CREOMULSION
for Coughs, Chest Colds, Bronchitis
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Clear Vision
Soundness of intellect is clear
ness of vision.
May Warn of Disordered
Kidney Action ,
Modern life with Iti hurry snd worry.
Irregular habita. Improper eating and
drinking—ita rlak of expoeure and Infec
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