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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 18, 1943)
^CLIFFORD KNIGHT ^
Elsa Chatfleld, Hollywood artist, U cut
M from the will of her Aunt Kitty, who
fltted from an overdose of morphine. Bar
ry Madison, an amateur drtective, and
Bant Rogers, a professional sleuth, go
to MaraUan. Mexico, on a yacht cruise
With Margaret and Dwtght Nichols. Ar
riving there they And that Elsa and her
party have preceded them by plane. They
Si nr at the rancho of Elsa's father, Sam
Chatfleld, whom Rogers questions about
his visit to his sister Kitty, in Los An
geles, the night she died. Later Sam
Chatfleld addresses his guests on the sub
ject of Kitty's death, and asks that Rog
ers conduct an examination. Rogers
cross-questions the entire group and dis
covers that each has a motive.
"Thank you, Dwight. And you,
"Not guilty. Hunt,” Margaret said
With a smile.
Rogers paused as if debating the
propriety of his next question. "You
told me once, didn’t you, Marga
ret, that you too might be said to
have a motive?”
"Yes,” answered Margaret frank
ly, "I was Jealous of Kitty; she
was out to take Dwight away from
— - - II
“Don’t be absurd, dear," Dwight
“I'm not, darling—”
"I had a motive," said Elsa Im
pulsively, recklessly. “I hated her.
t’d hated her all my life."
Sam Chatfleld looked thoughtfully
•t hi* daughter and was about to
speak when Berta, her white teeth
flashing, her eyes moving almost
had a motive too, and Sam;
the sister was Inhospitable, insult
ing to us. Such a scene! It made
something’’— she pressed her plump,
beautiful hands to her bosom—
•'something inside very—very mad.
With both of us.”
In this curious haste to confess
motives. Rogers’ face was full of
Interest; a faint smile played about
his-lips, his mild blue eyes shifted
swiftly from one to the other of
the group as each one spoke. After
Berta had spoken silence fell upon
us. Rogers remarked:
“All these things, of course, I’ve
known. There remains only Reed
Barton’s motive.’’ He glanced at
Reed, who sat stiffly in his leather
pantaloons, as if to ask permission
for what he was about to say. “Reed
has said that Katherine Chatfleld
can be blamed for his father’s sui
cide—it was over a matter of some
mortgaged property which could
have been saved by a little leniency
upon the part of the decased.
“Now, then’’—he paused, as if un
certain where to go from this point
—“according to the estimate of the
coroner’s office, Katherine Chatfleld
died some time before midnight; dis
covery of the body was not made
until about seven the following
•Doming. Everyone here has a mo
tive of some sort—perhaps even
Ohesebro has a motive. It would
be odd if he were the only person
lacking one. Until he can be ques
tioned in this connection we'll not
know definitely. Moreover, whether
or not he was there that night—had
“If It’s Chesebro you’re talking
•bout. Hunt, he was there,” came
the husky voice of George Rumble.
‘There? That night we're speak
ing of? I must be certain."
“Sure he was there. I saw him
"How about his going in? Did you
“No, I didn't. I’d walked down
tbe street after I got thrown out,
Sd when I came back by there,
esebro was coming out. Perhaps
you’ve noticed how he's treated me.
Hunt—like a yellow dog—from the
first time I contacted him. Well, I
think that's the reason for It. He's
acted like he was afraid of me, or
that I might tell on him."
"That’s Interesting," said Rogers,
rubbing the side of his large nose
thoughtfully with a forefinger. “Our
"I saw plenty of other things that
night too. But they never meant
•nything to me until now, because
I always thought the dame commit
ted suicide. You put a different
light on things. Hunt."
Whom else did you see?”
"I saw Reed Barton,” and he
turned a meaningful glance upon
Reed “He was coming out just as
K was trying to get in to hand her
Ifae bill for my work.”
“But Katherine Chatfield was alive
when you got in to see her?”
"I'll say she was alive; she was
Clickin’ on all sixteen cylinders when
I saw her.”
“But you didn’t leave the vicinity
eg her home after you—got thrown
«it? Is that it?”
"Did you enter the house a second
“How long did you stay around
thereabouts? And why?”
“I stayed because I was mad.
*George,' I kept talking to myself,
‘you got to cool down before you
go in again.' When I get to talking
to myself you know something is
burning me And that dame sure
did. My apologies to you. Chat
field; she was your sister.”
"Don’t mention it,” Sam Chatfield,
absorbed in the conversation, roused
to reply to Rumble. “I am aware
that Kitty was a peculiar woman."
“How long did you hang about?”
"Oh, maybe an hour. Not right
in front of the house, Hunt, you un
derstand. I'd walk down to the end
of the block and loaf a while then
come back. About the second time
I done that I see Mrs. Nichols get
in a car standing in front of the
house and drive off.”
Dwight sprang out of his chair
and walked over to Rumble. He
seized him roughly by the shoulder.
"Are you accusing my wife of
killing Kitty Chatfield?" he demand
"No. I’m Just telling what I saw
“Don’t, darling,” said Margaret.
"He may be right at that.”
"May be right?” repeated Dwight,
"Well, then, is right,” said Mar
Dwight let go his hold on Rumble
and straightened up. passing a hand
across his face uncertainly.
"Who was it who ran out of the
house, Margaret?” asked Rogers.
Margaret inhaled deeply of her
cigarette, desperately striving to
control her jumpy nerves.
“He didn’t see me,” she said. "He
couldn’t have known, I’m sure, that
I was behind the drapery. I lost
Two men on the platform were
doing the Coyote dance.
my courage; I couldn’t go on with it.
Talk with Kitty, I mean.”
“Who was it?” pressed Rogers.
"I’ll tell you who it was, Hunt,"
Rumble’s voice replied. “I can see
she don’t want to tell. But the guy
passed me down the walk a little
ways, where a street light hit him
full in the face.” I glanced at Mar
garet. I thought that she was about
to faint; her eyes were on Rumble,
fascinated, hypnotic. Rumble took
his time, realizing that he held the
spotlight. Finally he said, "It was
Dwight Nichols sat back with an
air of relief, picked up a cigarette
and lighted it, and Ailed his lungs
with smoke Margaret settled into
her chair with a little sigh. I looked
at Reed Barton. He was like a man
bewildered. Suddenly he became
aware that we all were staring.
“George Rumble is a liar I" he
There was little or nothing left to
be lugged out into the open that
night. For a time Huntoon Rogers
continued to explore skillfully into
the hidden angles of what already
had been revealed. At length Elsa
“We're wasting the evening.
Hunt,” she said, getting to her faet
and imploring him with her eyes to
quit and let us go outside. For from
out of doors came the sound of mu
sic, of dancing feet, of voices lifted
in song. The members of the house
hold, grown tired of waiting for the
signal to start, were already trying
“All right, Elsa,” Rogers yielded
with a smile, “on the condition that
I may question any one of you later,
if it is necessary to clear up cloudy
“Of course,” Sam ChatAeld
agreed. “And I thank you, Mr. Rog
ers. You’ve managed to throw light
into several dark corners. If at any
time I can be of service to you,
please command me."
Rogers’ reply was lost in the gen
eral movement of the group to the
scene of the festivities in the open
courtyard just beyond the patio wall
where a low platform had been
built over hollow jars to magnify
the sound of the nimble feet and
“Oh, senora.” Rogers detained
Berta as the others moved out of
“Yes, senor,” Berta replied, paus
ing expectantly and looking up at
the tall figure.
"This morning,” Rogers began,
“near the stables an old dog was
put to death with chloroform. I was
told that you gave the drug to the
I man for that purpose. Is that true?”
A blank look greeted Rogers’ ques
tion. For a moment Berta contin
ued to stare upward at her ques
’’No, it is not true,” she said sud
denly. "I know nothing about any
chloroform. It is unthinkable that
such a drug would be on the rancho,
‘‘Thank you, senora,” said Rog
ers, and he bowed to her.
George Rumble caught up with
me as I strolled through the patio
in the direction of the dancing plat
form. He put his hand on my arm
and walked several steps with me
"You know, Barry, Hunt’s got me
to thinking the same as he does.
Somebody sure as heck croaked that
old gal back in Pasadena. But why
does Reed Barton want to lie about
it? I ain’t wrong. I'm not lying.
I saw him; and I don’t forget a
face. He acted like he was scared
to death—runnin’ down the side
walk. I think he got into a car down
around the corner that night. Be
cause there was one pulled out in
about the time it would take for him
to run there, get in and drive off.”
"Anyway, George,” I said, "it’s
up to you to prove it. Margaret
says she didn’t see who it was;
Reed says you're lying. Who is go
ing to believe you?”
"You know what?" George Rum
ble said emphatically. “I think the
old lady was dead when Barton ran
out of the house.”
“You may be right."
“You know”—he paused, as we
reached the grilled doorway to the
open courtyard, “I’ll bet I could run
that thing down—find out who killed
that woman." Someone passed us in
tne darkness, and Rumble reached
out to detain him. “Chatfleld, I was
just telling Barry that I think I
could figure out who killed your sis
ter. I’m going to try it, anyhow."
"Well—I wish you success, Mr.
Rumble," replied Sam Chatfleld
courteously. “Don’t you want to
come on out into the plaza now? I’ll
find you a seat. We’ve got some in
teresting dancers among the work
ers on the rancho. They are put
ting on most of the show for us.
A few people may come out from
town to join in or to watch, as they
feel like it.”
"Sure, we’re coming. It’s busi
ness with me. I’m always looking
for talent. I never know where I
might find something or somebody I
can promote—like I have Elsa.”
“There’s a Yaqui dance just get
ting started. You mustn’t miss it.”
Rumble and I found seats on a
bench in an enlarged circle under
the open sky. There was an air of
festivity pervading the crowd. The
air was heavy with perfume drift
ing down upon us on the soft night
air. A burst of firecrackers star
tled the edge of the crowd, but they
soon popped themselves out. The
odor of cooking came from the
kitchen where in the ruddy g^w of
charcoal fires women still were pat
Two men on the platform were do
ing the Coyote Dance. To the beat
ing of a flat drum, and the chant
ing of the lone drummer, the danc
ers, swinging lowered heads, their
feet moving in an intricate sidewise
shuffle, backed slowly to the rear
of the platform. To a brisker tempo
they galloped forward, only to re
peat the maneuver over and over.
Coyote skins stuck with feathers of
the turkey, eagle, woodpecker and
hawk hung down their backs. As
the dance began to take on a mo
notonous air, Rumble wearied of it
and got up from the bench and dis
appeared. A moment later Elsa
crowded in beside me.
"Did you just get here?” I asked.
“Yes," she answered in my ear,
and snuggled against me. I put my
arm around her and we sat for
some minutes while the beating of
the drum and the chanting Yaqui
voice went on.
"I’m not the same person in Mex
ico, Barry, that I am at home. This
is a man’s country, not a woman’s.
So what does all my talk about eco
nomic independence mean down
here; and finding myself, and run
ning until things go dizzy inside of
me? Was I being silly, Barry? Mex
ico gives me a sense of deeper,
more fundamental things—”
“You’re just being Elsa,” I said.
"Adorable as always, and desirable
"Please, don’t say things like that,
Barry. I feel very contrite for my
madness this morning. I went in
just now to apologize to Jimmy the
Cheese. Even though I still hate
him enough to kill him, I thought I
should apologize for my unladylike
behavior this morning. It was very
humiliating for me to have to beat
him like a dog And, honestly, I
didn't know about his heart. That’s
what makes it so embarrassing for
"And did you apologize?”
"He was asleep. I spoke to him
but he was lying very quietly, and,
oh, so bandaged! Did I do that,
Barry? 1 came away without dis
turbing him. Probably the next time
I’ll not feel contrite and he’ll never
know that I want to apologize ”
The dancing continued; the drum,
the chanting voice, the dancers who
each were now astride a long bow,
which they beat, as they would flog
a horse, with a split bamboo stick,
as they shuffled nimbly and galloped
about, began almost to weave •
spell upon the spectators.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Stuffed Eggs Are Colorful in Spanish Sauce
(See Recipes Below)
There should be some sort of an
“E” award for the housewives who
go about their
homes in order
) and feeding their
tious. well - bal
anced meals in spite of high prices
and hiked-up point values.
And to you ladies who rate or
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low in points or which require no
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Both eggs and fish are complete
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A word of caution when you cook
those precious eggs. Use low tem
peratures whether you fry, scram
ble, cook or bake them, otherwise
you will have tough, leathery eggs.
Cook them carefully, and ah! you
will indeed discover how delightful
they truly are. Use variety in serv
ing eggs, too, and don’t just go
through the humdrum monotony of
serving them plain boiled.
Spanish Eggs on Toast.
8 stuffed egg halves
4 slices of toast
Lay slices of toast on bottom of
baking dishes. Prepare Hot Stuffed
eggs as suggested in following rec
ipe and arrange eggs on top of toast.
Pour hot Spanish sauce over and
around eggs. Garnish with toast
triangles. Serve at once.
4 hard-cooked eggs
% teaspoon salt
Dash of pepper or cayenne
3 tablespoons salad dressing
1 teaspoon chopped parsley
Cut eggs in half lengthwise or
crosswise Remove yolks, press
through sieve. Add seasonings and
dressing. Beat until fluffy and refill
egg whites. Top stuffed eggs with
buttered crumbs and broil or bake
in hot oven about 6 minutes or until
crumbs are browned.
Prepare about 3 cups of your fa
vorite tomato sauce and season
rather highly. Add 2 tablespoons
chopped onion and 2 tablespoons
chopped green pepper at the last
Eggs a la King.
(Serves 3 to 4)
3 tablespoons butter or margarine
3 tablespoons flour
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•Baked Fish With Stuffing
Broccoli With Lemon Wedges
Jellied Fruit Salad
Whole Wheat Rolls Butter
Honey Oatmeal Wafers
2 cups milk
Salt and pepper
6 hard-cooked eggs, chopped
% pound mushrooms
1 tablespoon chopped pimiento
1 tablespoon chopped green pepper
Melt butter or margarine in top of
double boiler; add flour and stir to
a smooth paste.
Add milk gradu
ally, stirring con
stantly, and sea- (
son. Cook 5 min
utes over boiling
water. Add eggs,
sauteed in butter or margarine, pim
iento, and green pepper. Reheat.
Serve on toast or in rice ring.
H cup uncooked rice
4 tablespoons butter or margarine
4 tablespoons flour
2 cups milk
3 eggs, separated
Va teaspoon paprika
IVa teaspoons salt
Hi teaspoon dry mustard
4 tablespoons grated cheese
Cook rice until tender. Rinse with
hot and cold water. Make a sauce
of butter or margarine, flour and
milk. Cook, stirring constantly un
til thickened. Beat egg yolks. Add
rice, sauce, seasonings and cheese.
Fold in stiffly beaten egg whites.
Pour into a greased shallow pan.
Bake at 350 to 375 degrees for 35
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bargains in fresh fish? If you don’t,
you should, for it’s a splendid way
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Clean fish and prepare for stuff
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kle with salt.
Stuff and sew up
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melted fat. salt
and dredge with
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1?4 cups bread crumbs
2 tablespoons chopped onion
H cup chopped celery
2 tablespoons chopped parsley
1 egg, beaten
54 teaspoon salt
H teaspoon paprika
1 teaspoon lemon juice or
y* teaspoon herb seasoning
Combine all ingredients together
and add enough milk or soup stock
to hold ingredients together in a
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Baked Halibut With Spanish Sauce.
2 pounds halibut
1 can tomato soup
1 small onion, chopped
4 tablespoons green pepper, chopped
Place halibut in greased utility
dish. Mix tomato soup with green
pepper and onion and pour over fish.
Bake for 1 hour in a 375-degree
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