Expert* in the xxffbre
of cense* xhip m \o«
\ iw If rily, n here for
eign mml (i exemtued
leove no stone on
turned to mnii* snn*
thnt no p,* nitI
fit> enemy pit tMif in
lfc*» moils. III incom
ing foreign mml is eore
fully exomincxl hy o
stofl of ex pert worker*.
In the picture ot the
right on expert in the
office of censorship
uses o mirror to mum
ine the inside of on
envelope.
A general view in the office of postal censorship in .Vnr York
city. The employees in this office are on to all the tricks of the
spies, and their bag of tricks is a pretty big one.
Lt. Col. Harry O. Com pton. dis
trict postal censor, and head of
the office of postal censorship in
Acir York, shown at his desk.
.4 girl worker uses a magnifying
glass to examine a letter u ritten
in Dutch. She is st'arching for a
possible code message.
would take a smart spy to get his message past this assembly
of expert spy busters in the scientific section. Suspect messages are
given an especially careful going over to disco-er any hidden rode
or invisible writing meant to convey a message to the enemy.
Here a worker is developing invisible writing discovered in a
letter—and you can be sure the letter did not po throuph.
Hard at uork deciphering a code message found in a letter,
Things like this give the experts lots of uork to do.
fttmtprtt
TMft ItoKV sit MR; Running mt
Bom marriage to Ned Patten, rich hot
a gay blade, Janice Trent become* teem
tnty In »k Masha wilderne** ramp am
tke protest et Brnce Maereutt, a lew*
time Mend, Brace t« rhlet euglueet,
tnereedtng Jne Rate, deposed fat negtP
genre Milllcent Mate, ht« wire, It also
attracted te Wrnce, Jantre teltt Ned
Patten she t« married tn Matennrt, the
tatter overhear* her and tn*l*t» on nn
Immediate marriage, Tke newlywed* are
In term pled at knme that night ky Mr*.
Male who *«y* her husband ha» been
ahel dead, she agelaltHgt *'lt yen had
only waited Bruce," Brnce spend* tke
night Investigating Ike murder When
Jimmie Theater, MllllcenPa brother, mn*
nR tn a plane Brnce bring* him kaek.
In the meantime, Ned Patten Invite*
the women te hi* yacht. Janice and
he, and two native*, leave tn n launch
te view a velcane closet suddenly It
empts. Tke heat I* stranded on a lonclv
beach. Tke twe natives mn ell with tke
launch. Patten and Janice spend a tear
fnl night. Their lire keeps the waive*
away. Brnce cemcs to tke rescue Really.
New continue with tke story.
CHAPTER Will
Harcourt’s voice shook. "Nothing
up my sleeve, dear, but eats in
the cockpit"
"And smokes?" Her voice spoke
betravingly. "Ned has suffered un
told tortures sine* his last ciga
rette. He has been wonderful,
Bruce, but he is so exhausted 1
was frightened. Thank God. you’ve
come. You’re so—so staunch, so
brown, so—so heart-warming."
• • •
Bruce Harcourt tapped on the door
of Janice’s room. No answer. He
glanced at his wrist-watch. Ten
o’clock. He tapped again. Dead
to the world probably, tired child.
Immediately upon landing on the
flying field soon after dawn, she
had gone to the H house, two of the
men had rowed Paxton out to his
yacht He hated to waken her, but
the Commissioner wanted to push
the investigation. Chester was up,
bandaged, grim-lipped, ashen. They
needed Jan to take stenographic
notes. He lifted the latch, entered
the room. She lay as in a rosy
cloud, bare arms outspread as if
he had flung herself face down in
utter exhaustion. Her hair which
waved to fte shoulders of her or
chid pajama blouse still showed
damp traces of a shampoo. Her
hands were scratched and burned.
On one a circlet of diamonds emit
ted tiny sparks. His ring.
With a sudden surge of love and
longing he pressed his lips to her
bare arm. He spoke softly twice
before she stirred. She opened the
one visible eye. gazed up at him
unseeingly. as though her spirit were
struggling back from a far country,
sat up with a start. A delicate
flush spread to the little damp curls
at her temples.
"Bruce! What are you doing
here?"
He felt his color mount to match
hers. "I knocked and knocked. You
didn’t answer—so—I walked in. The
Commissioner wants you to take
notes. Feel equal to it?”
She was pulling on a satin coat
colored like a Persian amethyst.
"Equal to it! I? The silly season
must be on when you ask me such a
question. I’ll be with you in just ten
minutes.” As he lingered at tha
foot of the bed. she added crisply,
“that is, unless I'm detained by
callers."
He laughed. “Pm going."'
As he strode along the board walk
he relived the few moments before
the charred shack, when he had
held Janice in his arms. Did her
emotion at seeing him come from
any deeper feeling than relief at
being rescued?
The question lay like an under
tone in his mind as he conferred
with the Commissioner and his. dep
uty in the Samp living-room. Jimmy
Chester appeared unconscious of the
black-robed woman beside him who
clutched at his hand with its dark
seal-ring. The Commissioner sensed
her appealing loveliness if Jimmy
didn't, Bruce Harcourt told him
self, as he noted the official’s fur
tive glances in her direction. The
eyes of Martha Samp were on the
same business, as she sat stiff-joint
ed as a marionette in the wing-back
chair. Miss Mary, in » tow rocker,
was darning a sock. She looked up
as Janice entered in a navy blue
frock with collar and cuffs of ex
quisite fineness.
"My dear) My dear! I lived cen
turies last night. 1 didn’t know how
you had grown into my heart—until
—until—" she wiped her eyes.
"Martha was right when she said
where you were was home foe her
and me."
Janice left a kiss on her soft gray
i hair before she took the chair with
a broad arm which the deputy fussi
ly placed for her.
The Commissioner looked up from
| his notes. "Bring in the Indian
girl.”
Miss Mary padded out of the room
breathlessly, her usually serene face
crinkled with anxiety.
Tatima swayed in on the heels
of the younger Samp sister. Her
practical work-dress was a maze of
brilliant color, her blue beads were
her only ornament. Her great dark
eyes smoldered, she tossed her su
perb head as she met the Commis
sioner’s grilling eyes.
"Hear you've had a present late
ly."
"Who, me?"
“Yes. you. Who gave you that
The Indian bared yellow teelh In a woltWh amlle.
silver jewelry you were swaggering
rou^d in?"
"Who tole you I—w’st you say,
swagger?”
"Answer my question. Who gave
you the silver?"
"Kadyama."
"Is that true?" He turned to the
lowering Indiaa. who stood awk
wardly twisting a soft hat in his
hand.
"Yes. I geeve it She marry on
me."
"Cost a lot of money, didn’t it?
Wherc’d you get the cash?”
Kadyama shot die inquisitor a
murderous glance before he mo
tioned with his thumb.
"Pasca pay money he owe."
Harcourt stared incredulously at
his house-boy. Pasca with money!
"Is this true* Did you pay Kady
ama money?"
Pasca looked furtively at Chester.
Did he answer with a slight nod or
was it a figment of his own hectic
imagination, Harcourt wondered.
"Yes sirree. T pay Kadyama
much money. Leetle game we had.
I lost He want long time I pay."
"Where’d you get it?"
"He geeve it me." All eyes fol
lowed his nod toward the couch.
"Mm. You say that Mr. Ches
ter gave it to you. Know where he
got it?"
"How I know where he get it? He
mak much money p'raps. All engi
neers mak much money."
"Why did he give it to you?"
"Meester Chester, he say to me,
T geeve you two hun’ed dollar—you
help me.* He nice fella. I say
‘Sure.’ "
"How did he want you to help
him?”
"He say he must mak quick get
away in plane the fella you sen’ for
finger-print man go in. T help your
man, honest lak, then Meester Ches
ter pull heem out hard. I help
Meester Chester get off, den lock up
your man. Meester Chester pay me'
two hun’ed dollar. I pay Kadyama.
Yes sirree."
"Is this true, Chester?"
"Yes."
"Where’d you get that money?
Hale's roll?”
A contemptuous smile touched the
corners of Jimmy Chester's
blanched lips. "No. I'Ve never
needed to steal from my brother-in
law."
"Then where—”’
"Just a minute. Commissioner. I
wish next you'd ask Kadyama why
he wasn't at the squaw-dance the
night Joe Hale was shwt. Why he
was hanging round the back door
of the Hale cabin." Grant’s voice
caught in a gulp, his green eyes
blazed with excitement. Kadyama
started to bolt Grant caught him.
“Come across. Kadyama.”
The Commissioner sat forward in
his seat.
"Yes. Kadyama—come across.
A speck of foam bubbled at the
comers of the Indian's lips, his eyes
burned deep ruby Tights.
"Aw right. I teB. I went to Hale
cabin—good chance—one, two dance
goin\ everybody there, he alone, to
tell heem Tatima my squaw.”
"Did you teU him?”
"Never had no chance. I go in
back door. Look roun' screen. Mecs
ter Hale sit in wheel-chair countin'
roll of money. I tink, now's my
time. 1 step out—not quick enough
—front door open, slow—slow—”
"Go on! Who came in that door?**
Kadyama pointed to the couch.
"Chester! 1 thought so. What did
Hale do when he cam* in?"
Kadyama sniffed contempt. "You
tink you pretty smart fella, catch
me, huh? Not Meester Chester come
in. She, Mees Hale." He pointed
to the woman who sat, fair head
bent, clutching her brother's hand.
Millicent! She had said that she
had found Hale dead! Harcourt
crushed back dismay, to listen.
"Mrs. Hale. Are you sure?”
"Let me speak."
“Sit down, Chester, your turn will
come. Go on, Kadyama, what hap
pened next?"
"Meester Hale, he begin to talk
I loud an’ hard. Vera fast Mees
Hale say nothin’. She open table
I drawer, tak out somethin’. She
! laugh, she say:
•* ‘See this revolver, Joe? I bor
rowed it Bully in you skulk when
Jimmy t'reaten you. I try it If
you say one word more, I fire.' He
curse, jump for her. he catch re
voiver way from her hail', it (ire,
he fall. I go."
The occupants of the room sot as
still as though under the spell of a
necromancer.
Millicent Hale rose, caught the
mantel shelf to steady herself.
"Kadyama is telling the truth. 1
had seen my husband cringe be
fore my brother’s threat. I thought,
‘Perhaps I’ve been too easy, per
haps Joe will have more respect
for me if I defy him.’ I had been
frightfully unhappy. It seemed as
though I couldn’t go on another day.
I was crazed with despair." Her
voice, which had been broken, stead
ied. She straightened, cast off con
fusion, fear, like a princess discard
ing a tattered cloak. “Believe me
or not, I had not the slightest inten
tion of shooting my husband. I
didn’t even know the revolver was
loaded. I had never had one in
my hand before I took Mr. Har
court’s down from the wall and hid
it in our cabin. Before f could make
my grandstand play of aiming it,
Joe had caught it. It went off. He
fell. Terrified, I tried to lift him.
Horrified. I realized what had hap
pened. I would be accused of shoot
ing him. I, who never in my life
had hurt anything. What should I
do? A roll of money lay at his
feet I tucked it into the bosom of
my gown. Crazed, I picked up the
revolver, stole down to the shore,
flung it into the water. I raced and
stumbled to the H house to tell
Bruce Harcourt what had happened.
He would advise me what to do.
When he opened the door—I remem
bered that ■»- that — he was mar
ried—I called out something, then
the room went black.” She dropped
to the couch. Her brother put his
bandaged arm about her.
The Commissioner's eyes were
points of steel as he regarded them.
“If that’s true—” he held up his
hand as Millicent Hale opened her j
lips. "I believe you. Only a fool ;
would doubt your story—why in the
devil did you make your get-away,
Chester?"
"It was a dumb move. When Har
court told me that his revolver had
been stolen, the remembrance of my
sister's laugh after I had threat
ened her husband flashed through
my mind. I remembered the ques
tions she had asked, the interest
she had shown in the holster on the
H house wall the afternoon we were
decorating for the party. I was j
certain that ahe had shot him. I
felt responsible. I had put the fool
idea into her head. I didn’t realize
it was an accident. I thought if 1
got away you would think F did it. !
It would give us time to figure out
the hest thing to be done."
The Commissioner glared at Kady
ama. “Why haven’t you told, of
what you saw?"
The Indian bared yellow teeth in
a. wolfish amile. "Why I tell? Much
obliged to Mees Hale. She save
me much trouble—p'raps prison. 1
help her. W'en you say I! shoot
heem den plenty time to telL**'
"il didn't occur to you that com
ing across with the truth was the
best thing to be done, K suppose.
Chester?”
“Sakes alive. Mr. Commissioner,
it accurred to me.” Martha Samp’s
agate eyes sparkled.
“You—you—suspected the truth
all this time?” The Commissioner's
diction suggested a skipping motor
engine.
“I did. 1 told you 1 heard her
and her husband quarreling. I didn’t
try to hear what they said. I slipped
away as 1 told you, thinkin' that
while ice-cream might be coolin’ to
the tongue, ’twouldn't do much to
tempers. That night when I went
to the H house an’ found her skirts
all wet and draggled, I suspected;
when I found this tucked in her
bodice—1 knew.’*
She drew a roll of bills from her
pocket, tossed it to the table. Color
darkened the Commissioner’s face.
His fingers twitched with anger.
“You’ve let us sweat blood over
this when all the time you knew!
Why didn’t you tell, woman?”
Martha Samp rose in impressive
dignity. “You came here like a
lord. Just thought I’d see how a
real live official handled a case. I’ve
got my knowledge from the papers,
an’ I'll say right now, reports
are much more interesting than the
real thing as conducted by you.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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II* nil Mil' NH.IIllI Ml
7 HAT'S the smartest fabric for
summer? Cotton! Ginghams,
calicoes, denims and other equally
humble cottons have soared to such
heights of importance you can count
on finding them 'way ahead of more
pretentious fabrics in popularity.
Then, too, there is a feeling
spreading among women that cot
tons are American and that it's a
fine patriotic gesture to wear sim
ple, pretty clothes that radiate cot
ton freshness. And so it is! In the
gallant "spirit of ’42” we are re
turning to the sweet simplicity of
fashions made of cottons ranging
from the most lowly, practical work
aday types to appealing, lovely
sheers that are correct even for for
mal wear.
To add to the zest of things, the
current trend to cottons brings into
use materials that were once never
thought of in connection with cos
tume design, such as, tor instance,
upholstery prints, pillow ticking,
awning stripes, quilted calicoes,
quilt patchwork prints. The truth
is, anything on the "what-have-you"
list of cotton materials qualifies as
high fashion these days if given art
ful and ingenious styling.
Just now a novel cotton that
comes under the glare of fashion’s
spotlight is quilt patchwork print It
is used for the cunning dress to the
right in the above picture. You will
see these amusing prints that make
gay color contrast their theme
in all the best store windows and
on all the best beaches and in all the
finest gardens. That calls to mind
the latest entertaining "stunt,”
backyard barbecue parties for stay
at-homes with whom long motoring
trips are taboo due to gas restric
tions, Alert to the new movement.
designers arc creating cunning fash
ions of gay cottons. In the country
casual pictured the patchwork de
sign of the printed calico adds in
terest to the simple lines of the
dress. The square neck and set
in waistband are smart style de
tails. A triangle of light color at
the neck achieves a yoke effect,
with another in the skirt to look like
an apron.
Darling daughters, as the illus
tration to the left in the above pic
tures shows, are going to the shore
and out to swim as well, in striped
glazed chintz. This cotton drapery
fabric has made the hit of the sea
son, appearing everywhere, in eve
ning gowns, daytime dresses and
play clothes. The pinafore shown
covers a striped "bra” and plain
green chintz shorts.
The dam-digger overall and wrap
around skirt of the play suit cen
tered in the group is equally at home
working in the garden or on the
beach. The material for this outfit
is long-wearing and easy-to-wash
denim in the popular faded blue.
Its demure blouse, with pleated
frills on the collar and cufTs, utilizes
yellow calico in a quaint print.
Without the blouse the overall is a
grand costume in which to absorb
the vitamin-giving rays of the sun.
Watch summer suits made of cot
tons! They're the rage this season.
The long-jacket types lead, and they
are of gingham, seersucker, gabar
dine, chambray. denim and shan
tung (black shantung is very
smart). They are the smartest ever
for about-town wear. Dressier suits
are made of gay cotton prints.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
War Bride
This charmingly feminine coiffure,
•specially designed for the war
bride, is presented by the Chicago
and Illinois Hairdressers’ associa
tion. The bride's hair is arranged
in a rolled-back pompadour in
dented with a deep shadow wave,
which provides a perfect comple
ment to the coronet bridal veil. Clus
ters of loose finger curls are ar
ranged at the neckline.
Clever Designers Use
Glass. Seeds and Nuts
Now that so many materials have
been restricted, it is interesting to
note what clever media are taking
their piace.
Just to mention a few, there’s
I silver, vegetable ivory, glass, nuts,
seeds shells, wood, string, hemp
rayon and reprocessed wool. Enc
less other items to follow are bein
transformed Into smart jewelry an
wearing apparel with consummate
art under the magic touch of skillfu.
designers.
Suit Fabrics Can
Be Sheer or Sturdy
The suit mode has carried over
from spring to summer. The dif»
fere ace in suits now and then is chief
ly in the materials, which feature
ginghams, washable gabardines in
pastels, navy or black.
A leading favorite is the suit made
of black shantung. You can wear
the new shantungs all summer long
and look well dressed.
An interesting item about summer
suits is that so many have short
sleeves. Most of the longer ones
are of the open •"bell’’ type, and
they do not reach to the wrist.
Thin black mesh suits are a fore
most fashion. These illustrate the
renewed enthusiasm for the dress
ier uses of fragile black. This trend
is carried on in lace-trimmed aft
ernoon dresses with their exquisite
detail.
Newest of the Broivns
Is the Smurf ‘Ginger*
Making conversation everywhere
in fashion circles are the new sum
mer browns. Merchants are show
ing everything from hats and shoes
to dresses and wraps in the new
browns.
These are called by various
names, including toast, cinnamon,
cocoa, luggage, and the newest of
all is ginger brown. A shantung suit
in ginger brown is a "last word"
in fashion. Also, many of the best
looking prints are in brown and
white.
Quilted Hats
Ask your milliner to show you
ne newest in quilted hats. No doubt
ou will be shown hats of yellow
hambray quilted in the latest smart
anner, for yellow is a much em
hasized color in millinery fashions
this season. Flowered chintz quilt
j ed is also very smart
