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THE STORY SO FAR: Judy Jason. ■
who U telling the story, receives an
anonymous letter enclosing $800 and ask
ing her to bid (or an abandoned church
to be auctioned the next day. She sus
pects, In turn, each of the guests at the
Inn where she Is staying. They are the
Reverend Jonas DeWitt, Lily Kendall,
Thaddeus Quincy, Albion Potter, Hugh
Norcross and his sister, Bessie. Other
possibilities are Aunt Nella and Uncle
Wylie, owners of the inn. Judy bids (or
the church and gets It. That night she
finds a hand protruding from an old
sea chest. By a ring she recognizes it
as Roddy Lane's. A new guest, Victor
Quade, arrives.
Now continue with Judy’s story.
CHAPTER III
“Wylie’s gone to the village to see
about gettin’ the sink drain fixed,"
Aunt Nella murmured drowsily.
That meant Rockville beyond Pi
rates Neck, where the rest of the
boarders probably were. I went
down the two flights—Auntie and I
have rooms in the attic—and re
i ported.
“We’ll just have to wait,” Mr.
Quincy said. “It’s after ten o’clock.
Someone will be along soon. No
celebration in Rockville to keep ’em
late—fireworks display or silly bon
fire.”
“I could walk it,” Mr. Quade ob
jected. “Only four or five miles,
isn’t it?”
“If you do, you’ll take Miss Jason
and push me, young man!”
Victor grinned, and I felt com
pletely disarmed. No man with
lovely teeth like that could be a cold
blooded villain. “Maybe you’re
right,” he said. "You’re sure there’s
nobody at the castle who could go?”
“What do you, a stranger, know
about the castle?”
“Nothing, except that the garage
man said it was empty. I could
have the whole grounds to work in.
He also recommended Mrs. Gerry’s
pies. Can’t beat that combination
solitude and good pie.”
Someone was coming down the
stairs. We all looked up to see Hugh
Norcross pausing to smooth his slick
hair and straighten an already me
ticulously correct tie before he en
tered. "Did you knock on my door
a while ago, Miss Jason?”
“Why, yes, I did. You didn’t an
swer. This is Mr. Quade. Mr. Nor
cross.”
Hugh bowed swiftly and then
turned again to me. “I thought it
was my sister. Next time it’s you,
announce yourself, young lady.”
“Nice brother!”
“Well, there’s such a thing as self
^ defense. Bessie’s very nervous. Had
three fits this evening. Wanted me
to thrash Lane for—for what he said
to poor Mr. De Witt. Said she’d fix
him if he ever came around here
again. Tell him a thing or two her
self. Why,” he broke off, “what
makes you all look so funny? Any
thing wrong?”
Thaddeus Quincy spoke up:
“Where’s Bessie now?"
“Sound asleep, thanks be! 1 just
peeked.”
“And I suppose you were reading
—between fits?" Victor Quade asked
nonchalantly. <
“I was. Ethics of Spinoza, since
you ask.” Was he telling the truth?
Before we had a chance to tell him
about my gruesome discovery in the
basement of the church Lily Kendall
came toddling into the room and
plunked herself down on the nearest
•stuffed chair.
Gee. I m tuckered! She tanned
herself with a chubby ringed hand,
fingering her beads with the other.
“Well, Judy, 1 see you beat me
home. Oh, introduce me! Another
hoarder?"
Victor Quade received her melt
ing smile politely.
Mr. Quincy cut in: "Miss Kendall,
you’ve been walking, I take it, the
long way round. See anybody be
tween here and the church?”
Lily shook her chin. “Only you
down there at the steps. Me, 1
wandered all over, through the Lane
castle grounds." She inquired of Mr.
Quade. Then, “If you mean the
Lane feller, no, I didn't see him.
Nobody there, looks like. Why?”
I thought the silence would never
• end. Victor Quade just stared at
Lily till she again demanded, "Why?
What you all so mysterious about?”
“You didn't know the Lane feller
has been killed, I presume?”
“Killed! Auto accident?”
“Murder."
Lily’s pink beads broke and spat
tered in all directions. Then her
pleasant face lighted. "Oh, boy!
Think of the publicity. Wish my
niece was here. Pictures all over
the newspapers and no fake stuff,
either. Why, you couldn’t buy it.
Interviews and everything! Who shot
him?”
“Who said he was shot?” Victor
threw at her. “Was he?”
“Search me. Maybe somebody
stuck a knife in his back. Some
body wanted to last night, all rightie.
I heard what I heard. And I saw
what I saw. I ain’t insinuatin’ noth
ing, Mr. Quincy, but you did leave
the table first, and I did see you
down at the church a little while
ago.”
Thaddeus Quincy's lip curled.
“Oh, surely I marathoned down in
my wheel chair and knifed him.”
He was looking at Quade now. “Then
I cut the telephone wires so the po
lice couldn’t be notified.”
“You’re sure you didn’t see any
body skulking about during your
walk?" Mr. Quade asked Lily.
“No, sirree. Why ask me?
Where’s the rest of the gang? Gone
to the movies? Nothing else doin’
in Rockville, so I decided to stay
home.”
"They ought to be back pretty
soon if they have,” Hugh said, of
fering cigarettes to everybody.
"What’s say you and I wander down
the road to meet them, Mr. Quade?"
A muffled boom that was not the
sea rattled the windows of the old
house. No cannon crackers ever
made that noise, either.
"What was that?” we cried in uni
son.
"Sounded like an explosion,” Vic
tor Quade said.
A moment we sat petrified as the
rumbling noise of an explosion came
to our ears.
Hugh Norcross tore up the stairs
as Aunt Nella tore down.
“Judy, where's your Uncle Wy
lie?” She stood just outside the door,
but we could all see her bare feet.
"What was that noise?”
"We don’t know. Auntie. Why
don’t you go back to bed? Just
somebody celebrating the Fourth.”
"Why should she go back to bed?”
Mr. Quincy wanted to know. “She’s
in this thing, too.”
"Don't Mis' Gerry know he’s been
killed?" shrilled Lily.
Aunt Nella keeled but caught her
self. Victor sprang to help her into
the room, while we all explained at
once it wasn’t her husband who’d
been murdered.
"Lane!” Aunt Nella sat up trem
bling. “Bessie! And I don’t blame
her a mite.” (Trust the Head to re
member a five-year-old scandal!)
Hugh was back. “Keep my sis
ter’s name out of this. She didn’t
hear the—the explosion, thanks be.”
"Get your aunt dressed. Miss—is
it Jason? Come on, you.” Mr. Quade
grabbed hold of Hugh’s arm. “Let’s
Victor Quade received her melt
ing smile politely.
investigate. Something happened
down the road. Accident probably.
May need help.”
“Wait. Want my first-aid kit?”
“Good girl. Hurry.”
1 ran upstairs to the medicine
closet, where I'd marked a shoe
box on a top shelf “first aid.” It
had sterilized gauze, adhesive tape,
an iodine swab and vaseline in it.
But the kit wasn’t needed, after
ali. I'd barely reached the front
hall when two cars brought home
the rest of our guests. They joined
the others, while Lily, Hugh, Mr.
Quincy in his chair, and Aunt Nella,
who'd managed to get into her robe
but stood shivering in bare feet,
plied them with questions.
I began to count them, all talking
at once about the explosion: Al
bion Potter and the Rev. Jonas De
Witt, but where was Uncle Wylie?
"Where’s Wylie?” lisped Aunt
Nella.
I put my arm around her "He's
all right or they’d say so. The
explosion wrecked the bridge.”
“What bridge? I don't remember
a bridge between here and the main
land.” Victor Quade said. “Dark
when 1 came in. The fog and all."
"You wouldn’t notice it at night,”
Hugh said. "Just a short affair over
a bit of the Neck. Pirate's Head is
really an island.”
"Mean a person could walk
across? Marshland, isn’t it?”
“No. Not there. Rocky. Dan
gerous currents. Regular rip tide.
Take a mighty strong swimmer, that
gap. The water swirls and eddies
into a regular whirlpool. Darned
narrow escape they had. if you ask
me.”
It was difficult to find out what’d
happened when all made such a din.
But the bridge had blown up not
long after the two cars had crossed
safely over. They'd both stopped
and gone back, but had seen no
body, and so come on. All agreed
the bridge was out of commission,
either by a bomb or dynamite.
“The murderer did it, of course,”
shrilled Lily, “so's he could make a
getaway before we called the po
lice.”
"Murderer!" They gasped, wide
eyed.
"Oh, dear! Where’s my hus
band?" piped Aunt Nella.
The Reverend De Witt stood up.
"Don’t be alarmed, my good wom
an. He’s out in the car.” He boomed
oratorically on all occasions, even
now.
"Is he hurt? Why doesn’t he come
in?” Aunt Nella started for the door, j
Albion Potter blocked the way.
"I’ll get him, Mrs. Gerry. He isn't
hurt.” A sort of sickly grin crept
round his mouth. "Just slightly—
slightly—”
“—under the weather? He’ll sleep
it off,” grinned Lily Kendall.
"Mr. Potter and I brought him
home with us,” the clergyman said
as Aunt Nella wriggled past him
with a loud "H’mmmpl” He spread
his hand as if he were giving the
benediction. “Now what’s all this
about a murder?”
“Suppose you talk, Quade,” Thad
deus Quincy said. “This young man,
Victor Quade, is a writer. He ar
rived at the Head in a trailer to
write fiction, inspired by the inn
pies and the Lane estate. That
right?”
Victor smiled. “In a way. Go
t•
on.
“No, you go on. Tell ’em the
whole business. We’re all here but
Wylie Gerry, and he’s ‘hors de com
bat.’ ”
"That’s French for drunk,” Lily
whispered to me. “Ain’t this thrill
ing? My, I’m glad I didn’t go to
Bar Harbor.”
Victor Quade took the floor and
gave the facts as he knew them.
How he’d arrived after dark and
waited in the inn parlor till we
found him. How Mr. Quincy and I
had gone down to the church for
my handbag to find a key to fit
Bessie Norcross’ door, and how I’d
seen Lane’s dead hand sticking out
of the lid of the sea chest in the
cellar. How the wires of the phone
had been found cut. And now the
bridge blown up.
“We’re trapped. Miss Kendall was
right. Whoever killed Lane had no
intention of our getting back to town
tonight to get the police,” Hugh
said. "What are we going to do?”
"We’re going to keep quiet and
let Mr. Quade talk,” Mr. Quincy
said, thumping his cane. “The rest
of us were just one happy family
till he came along. Let him contin
ue. Maybe he'll give himself away.”
"Right.” Victor showed those
marvelous teeth of his in a smile
which could make anyone believe
him a saint. “The question is, what
are we to do? I would have called
the police, but my car is in a Rock
ville garage. Now your cars are
useless on account of the bridge. It’s
high tide. Anyone feel like swim
ming across, and then walking the
—Just how far is it?”
The bridge is about half a mile
from the Head and four miles from
town. Hugh said he was darned if
he’d leave his sister at a time like
that. Mr. Quincy shook his head
resignedly. That left only the Rev
erend, who boomed his swimming
days were over, and Victor Quade.
"It would be suicide for me,” Vic
tor said. “Doctor’s orders. This
trailer business, with the dabbling at
writing, is because I’m recovering
from a recent illness."
"But the police will be here, any
way, won’t they?” De Witt said.
"They must have heard the explo
sion in Rockville.”
ine men aouDtea it. certainly it
hadn't sounded very loud in the inn
parlor so close by. If they did
hear it, they'd put it down to shin
digs the night before the Fourth
The milkman would be coming to
the Head—when? Not till around
noon!
"Let’s see—it’s now 11 o’clock.
The explosion occurred — when?
Quarter of?"
We let it go at approximately that.
The movies close early in Rock
ville, and the two cars had come
along together.
"Perhaps the police will come
Meanwhile, why don’t we all try to
act as normally as possible until
dayl—” He broke off as a shrill
cry from outside came from Aunt
Nella.
"Wylie! Wyliiiiie!"
We hadn't noticed that Albion
Potter, who’d gone out with my
aunt, had come back and was stand
ing in the doorway. “He—he wasn’t
in the car. Mrs. Gerry," he stam
mered. "She’s hunting all over cre
ation in her bare feet. He can’t
be far."
"No, 1 should imagine not,’
boomed the preacher. He broke off
and suggested, after some hesita
tion:
“If—if the water isn’t too rough,
I could row a boat." Yes, and es
cape, I couldn’t but think. Hadn't
Lane called him Smith? Maybe he
was an ex-convict.
"You could not,” Mr. Quincy said
with finality. “Isn’t any.” And that
was that.
“I’m going after my aunt. Will
someone come with me. She’ll
know."
“I will." Hugh was on one side
and Victor Quade on the other. But
the whole crowd followed. We hadn’t
gone six yards before Aunt Nella
gave a thin piercing scream that
sounded down toward the sea.
“Help! HelUlllp!"
Pellmell into the fog we ran.
"Coming, Auntie!” 1 called in an
swer to her call for help.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Lounging Apparel Has One Aim—
To Keep You as Warm as Ever!
By CIIERIE NICHOLAS
LET north winds blow and let it
snow and snow! Nor can drastic
fuel rationing frighten us at all this
season now that Dame Fashion has
taken the matter in hand, popping
right up impromptu with a very fine
priorities “keep warm” 'plan all her
own. Her magic prescription for
keeping warm, happy and serene
during chilly days and nights? It’s
warm, cuddly lounging robes and
nightwear as lovely as can be and
every whit as practical and "com
fy” as lovely. So “cheerio” is the
word, for though the thermometer
reads in terms of patriotic degrees,
you may relax in comfort in en
chanting well-padded and cold-defy
ing housecoats, lounging pajamas,
dressing gowns and nighties that
will laugh at draughts and banish
the shivers.
The use of glamorous fabrics for
these new leisure styles has made
them as elegant as they are luxuri
ously comfortable. This “stay-at
home” program, enforced now that
unnecessary travel is taboo, isn't
going to be so bad after all if we
are going to be privileged to wear
beguiling indoor apparel fashioned
of such luscious rayon fabrics as
jewel-toned, crush-resistant velvets,
supple crepes, sleek satins and crisp
taffetas sharing honors with deep
piled rayon fleeces and oh-so-comfy,
kitten-soft spun rayon flannels for
eye-fetching long-sleeved lounging
styles of unusual grace and charm.
For coolish evenings at home
when the thermometer is low, fash
ion gives us strikingly styled cover
up hostess pajamas and housecoats
in warm crush-resistant velvet or
soft draping crepes or satins de
signed to grace the drawing room
as well as the boudoir. Warm and
lovely is the gracious housecoat cen
tered in the above illustration.
There's a delectable color harmony
achieved in combining soft orchid
rayon satin with crush-resistant ray
on velvet in a deep amethyst tone,
as the designer did for this charm
ing creation. The softly tied sash
holds the fashionable surplice clos
ing snugly in place.
Warm as toast and pretty as a pic
ture is the fitted and flared robe to
the left in the group. It uses lav
ishly quilted rayon satin in glamor
ous "icing” pink. Wide collar points
add flattery at the neck and a
matching sash ties softly at the trim
waistline. And while we are deal
ing with the quilted theme, here’s
a fascinating bit of fashion news—
it’s the new-this-season use of myri
ads of lace ruffles on quilted coats
of gaily printed taffeta or crepe.
Gives the prettily feminine touch!
Perhaps the most exciting event
that is taking place in the realm of
boudoir fashions is the revival of
the long-sleeved nightgown. At last
we’ve had to admit that grandma
had the right idea when she slum
bered peacefully in long sleeved
“nighties." And now that we are
proving for ourselves the comfort
and satisfaction of long sleeves, the
lingerie departments all report just
one request after another for "a
nightgown with long sleeves,
please.”
What’s more, the nightgowns with
long sleeves are being so prettily
styled you feel the urge to buy at
first sight. Then, too, they are made
of soft, warmish fabrics the very
feel of which glows with warmth.
Never on record has there been such
a “rush” for flannelette long-sleeved
gowns. And if you are quite dis
criminating in your taste you’ll be
charmed with the idea of dainty
spun rayon challis for your night
robe. The quaint and lovely "cov
ered-up" nightgown shown to the
right in the above picture is both
warm and flattering in fine rose
printed challis. Note how winsome
ly it is trimmed with wide lace ruf
fles at neck and sleeve.
Released by Westeii, Newspaper Union.
Huge Muffs
If you want to make a stunning
appearance wherever you go this
winter, choose a suit of bright red
wool like that pictured above. See
to it that the collarless jacket fas
tens at the waist with a large jet
button, for a touch of jet on your
costume is a stroke of genius when
it comes to interpreting smart fash
ion these days. To carry out your
costume theme to perfection, com
plement your bright red suit with a
blouse of black sheer wool, wear a
tall-crowned hat that glories in a
wealth of fur matched to the huge
silver fox muff you carry. Fashion
especially emphasizes the impor
tance of enormous muffs.
Floral Huttons Enhance
FI otter-Toned Ensembles
The mad rush for buttons will con
tinue right on into spring according
to latest reports from fashion head
quarters All the style previews give
evidence of a renewed enthusiasm
for decorative buttons. The new
plastic buttons in the same color of
the suit or dress fabric seen on so
many of the spring costumes are
really beautiful.
Suits featured in flower colors take
on buttons that work out such fas
cinating schemes as purple suits and
dresses with pansy buttons, or vio
lets if you prefer, Lily-of-the-valley
button motifs done in plastic en
hance suits that accent green tones.
The continuation of jeweled buttons
on the spring fashions, especially
rhinestones, is welcome news.
Snow Togs Have Bright
Linings and Gay Colors
In skating suits wool of Shetland
type is best liked with warm inter
lining for the jacket and velveteen
for the collar. Norwegian blue,
black, red and dark green are favor
ite colors.
The princess style dress in red
corduroy is a leader. It is also popu
lar in velveteen. Skirts in bright
Shetland wool or velveteen, made
circular and lined with bizarre patch
work print cotton are also favorites.
Good Tweeds
There is a decided trend toward
sane, careful buying this fall, seen
in the tendency to seek the best
quality materials and reliable work
manship, This is reflected in the
fact that there is an increased de
mand for quality tweeds in both
suits and coats.
I
STAGE ^EEN RAD,0
By VIRGINIA VALE
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
SAID my favorite taxi driv
er, “So I picks up this
couple, and as we starts off
he says something to her, and
his voice is so familiar that
I looks around, and sure
enough, it’s Ronald Colman.
He thinks I didn’t get the ad
dress, and says it again, and
I says ‘I know, but Mr. Col
man, I had to look at you; I seen
all your pictures.' So he's regu
lar; he moves to the jump seat, and
we talk, and I tell him which pic
tures I didn’t like, and why. And
he agrees with me; he didn’t like
’em either. Then he laughs and
says: ‘What do you think of my
wife?’ And I says: ‘I always knew
you was a good actor; now I know
you’re a good picker too!’ ”
Incidentally, Mr. Colman was In
New York for a rest, after com
pleting "Stand By for Action";
"Random Harvest,” the very good
picture which he did with Greer
Garson, was packing the huge Radio
City Music Hall to the roof.
-*
When Mary Martin leaped to star
dom by singing "My Heart Belongs
to Daddy” in a Broadway musical,
she wore a fur coat. Back In New
York to appear on CBS’ "Stage Door
MARY MARTIN
Canteen,” she gave it to John S.
Staniszewski, America’s most torpe
doed seaman—it’ll be made into a
fur vest and worn on that North At
lantic run, if Staniszewski can bear
to have it cut up!
-*
Twenty 16 mm. prints of "Star
Spangled Rhythm,” an all-star Para
mount musical, have been presented
by the motion picture industry’s War
Activities committee to the army;
they’ll go to battle stations in vari
ous parts of the world.
-*
*T Dood It” is now before the
cameras at Metro’s Culver City Stu
dios, with Red Skelton providing the
laughs, Eleanor Powell (who’s talk
ing about quitting picture-making,)
performing some spectaculardances,
and Jimmy Dorsey and his band
I providing the music.
-*
Just received a copy of "Salute,”
the smart little 20-page magazine
which RKO prints and mails to near
ly 600 service men from the parent
or affiliated companies. RKO's the
first movie company to do this for
its men and girls who've joined the
armed forces; "Salute” gives them
news from home and gives them a
directory of other RKO-ites who’ve
joined up.
-*
The Irving Pichels certainly have
an interest in "The Moon Is Down,”
now in the making at 20th Century
Fox. Violette Wilson (Mrs. Pichel)
is appearing in it, and Pichel is
directing the picture and also play
ing a tavern-keeper.
-*
When Marguerite Chapman's 18
year-old brother joins up he’ll be
the fourth to enter the navy. Fred’s
in Panama, Ed’s in Hawaii, Harold’s
on the East coast. And Marguerite’s
playing a sailor’s daughter in Co
lumbia's "Destroyer,” to make it
complete.
-*
Grade Allen takes her regular
l radio shows in her stride. But after
a recent one she made a 15-minute
recording with George, Jack Benny
and Eddie Cantor for the Office of
War Information’s gas rationing
campaign—and had a bad case of
i stage fright!
-X
Paul Muni is the star of Broad
j way’s revival of “Counsellor-at
\ Law,” but the curtain wouldn’t
ring up on Saturdays it Ann Thomas
didn’t do a bit of hustling. "Abie’s
Irish Rose” goes off the air at 8:30
p. m., and Ann leaps for the theater,
to open the play at 8:35, in her role
of switchboard operator.
—*—
ODDS AND ENDS
Somehow Ilka Chase and Mary Mar
tin persuaded Herbert Hoover to wink
when they were photographed with him
after appearing on CBS’s Stage Door
I Canteen program.
If alter O’Keefe wants to make a per
sonal tour of Alaskan service camps;
if he does, his "Battle of the Sexes” pro
gram on NBC will be broadcast from
| the If esl coast.
ff hen Mickey Rooney and Judy Gar
land start work together in “Girl Crazy”
it will mark their eighth picture as a
team; they joined talents first in “Thor
oughbreds Don’t Cry,” in 1937.
HOUSEHOLD
Mirtraaa
Dip the knot on the end of that
new halter rope in glue and let it
dry a few days before you use it,
and you won’t have any trouble
keeping the knot in it. Better use
waterproof glue if you can get it.
• • •
A few cranberries added to ap
plesauce when cooking will give it
a delightfully new and interesting
flavor.
• • •
If a fruit pie runs out in the
oven, sprinkle salt over the spilled
Juice and the oven will not become
filled with smoke.
• • •
To oil a door lock, dip key into
oil and turn several times in lock.
• • •
When liquid glue has hardened
so as to be unfit for use, try soft
ening it with a bit of hot vinegar,
just a little at a time.
• * •
When removing good buttons
from wornout overalls, cut about
two inches of the surrounding
cloth with the button. This can
be used on other overalls where
the button has been pulled out—
the button and patch are in one
piece.
Relief At Last
For Your Cough
Creomulsion relieves promptly be
cause it goes right to the seat of the
trouble to help loosen and expel
germ laden phlegm, and aid nature
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flamed bronchial mucous mem
branes. Tell your druggist to sell you
a bottle of Creomulsion with the un
derstanding you must like the way It
quickly allays the cough or you are
to have your money back.
CREOMULSION
for Coughs, Chest Colds, Bronchitis
Half-Bushel Pockets
American mothers who despair
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Approximately 35,000 reindeer
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Continents of Salt
If all the salt were taken from
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sign of a
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of the kidneys. They are apt to become
over-taxed and fail to filter excess acid
and other impurities from the life-giving
blood.
You may suffer nagging backache,
headache, dizziness, getting up nights,
leg pains, swelling—feel constantly
tired, nervous, all worn out. Other signs
of kidney or bladder disorder are some
times burning, scanty or too frequent
urination.
Try Doan's PilU. Doan't help the
kidneys to pass off harmful excess body
waste. They have had more than half n
century of public approval. Are recom
mended by grateful users everywhere.
Ask your neighbor!
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You find them announced in
the columns of this paper by
merchants of our community
who do not feel they must keep
the quality of their merchan
I dise or their prices under cover.
It is safe to buy of the mer
chant who ADVERTISES.
