U. S. Marines Win First Round on Bougainville
United States marines are shown as they battled their way through vicious Japanese defense tactics to
form a six-miio-long beachhead on Bougainville island in the South Pacific. Left: As marines take to landing
barges smoke is seen rising from Jap installations. Top Inset: Tired marines drink water and rest behind a Jap
pillbox. Right: Trees on Bougainville are stripped of leaves and branches by intensive bombardment.
Women Put Hellcats, Avengers Through Paces
Test piloting was once considered a typically masculine profession. But at the Grumman air field, N. Y.,
three lady pilots are putting new high-powered Hellcats and Avengers through rigorous paces. Top left: Close
ups of three women doing a man’s job. Cecile (“Teddy”) Kenyon (left), Barbara K. Jayne (center) and Eliza
beth Hooker. Center: One of the trio prepares to deliver a new plane to the navy. Bottom right: The three lady
birds walking past a row of new Hellcats.
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High Allied Leaders Plan New Moves
Present at a recent conference of Allied chiefs of staff in North Africa
were these high-ranking men, representing the land, sea and air com
mands. Left to right: Admiral Sir John Cunningham, commander in chief
of the Allied fleet in the Mediterranean; Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower,
commander in chief of Allied forces in that area; and Air Chief Marshal
Sir Arthur Tedder.
Piece of Concrete Wrecks Train
.
After hitting a piece of concrete on the rails, this train jumped its
tracks, crashed into a steel trolley pole and careened 30 feet across a
street, stopping only two feet from the home of Oscar Houman. He
later said he thought the noise was an earthquake. The accident occurred
in Berkeley, Calif. Seven passengers received minor injuries.
Back on Her Feet
Another child is added to the many
cured of the crippling effects of In
fantile paralysis via the Kenny meth
od. Sister Kenny encourages a five
year-old to stand on her tip-toes in
Jersey City, N. J.
New Italian Leader?
Senator Benedetto Croce, an Ital
ian philosopher who is revered by
all anti-fascist elements in Italy, is
pictured at his villa in Capri. lie
has been mentioned as a logical
leader of an Italian republic.
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SOMBRERO
CLIFFORD KNIGHT J
Elsa ( hatfleld, Hollywood artist, la cat
oft from the will of her Aunt Kitty, who
died from an overdose ot morphine. Hunt
Rogers, professional sleuth, and Barry
Madison, an amateur detective, go to
Masatlan, Mexico, to solve what they
believe to be Kitty Chatfleld’s murder.
Us arrival they find that Elsa’s party
had preceded them by plane. During a
fiesta at Sam Chatfield's ranch (Sam Is
Elsa’s father) Rogers questions the
guests about the death of Sam's sister.
All have a motive. They go to the court
yard and while watching the dancing
Marla announces the death of James
Chesebro. The Mexican police arrive
and examine the body. Death was the
result ot a knife thrust.
CHAPTKR X
"Why, then, did the others push
you forward as if you knew some
thing?"
"I go over the house seeking my
pay; they do not have the money in
the kitchen, sir. It is for this reason
they push me forward.”
“So you were wandering about
the house, then?” said Lombardo.
"What did you see?”
"I am walking in a place, sir,
which Maria tells me is the passage
way that leads to the room where the
gentleman was murdered. There I
see a man enter a door, sir, which
must be the door to the room. For
I have described it well to Maria,
sir.”
"Who was the man, Pedro,”
"That I do not know, sir."
"Was he wearing a sombrero?”
“Yes, sir.”
"What kind?”
"It was large and black. I think
it was of felt. The head and shoul
ders were in shadows, sir, but in
the hand he Carried a whip.”
“Was he Mexican or American,
Pedro?”
"Sir, I do not know.”
"What kind of a whip did he
have? You said he carried a whip.”
"It was about so long, sir,” and
Pedro’s thin brown hands measured
a space in air about eighteen inches
in length. “It was, I think, what
you call a quirt, sir.”
“A quirt; so?” Lombardo turned
to look meaningly at Alvarez, his
eyebrows arched, his lips parted
slightly. He turned back to the
pulque man. "Do you see among
us, Pedro, such a man as you have
described? I warn you to be very
careful; these are gentlemen.”
Pedro’s sharp little eyes, to my
alarm, were suddenly upon me; he
1 inspected me carefully, then shifted
j to Sam Chatfleld who sat beside
me. Finally he quitted our host’s
| short figure and moved to Huntoon
i Rogers. He dismissed him with a
glance, then came back to me, as
if some doubt lingered in his mind.
"I did not see the face, sir,” Pedro
reminded Lombardo.
Huntoon Rogers spoke for the first
time. “It is impossible, Senor Lom
bardo. Senor Madison was with me
when Maria came with the news of
the murder.”
“And all of the evening, senor?”
I answered the question. “No,”
I said. “But the remainder of the
time I was with either Senor Rum
| ble, or Senorita Chatfield.”
“Yes, of course,” said Lombardo.
I “Pedro is wrong.” He waved the
pulque man away abruptly, saying
sternly, “It is enough, Pedro; you
are mistaken about this man." He
pointed to me. “Do not make any
j more mistakes.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Pedro, spring
ing up from the chair and vanish
ing in the shadows near the door.
"The quirt,” Lombardo said, "I
do not understand. Was it the pur
pose to whip the victim and then
kill him? The lashes on the face,
Miguel, were they made so recent
ly?” he turned to Doctor Cruz.
"They were made much earlier,
Otilio.”
“How did he get them? Did the
one who gave them to him return,
and this time kill him with a knife?”
No one answered the questions.
"Is there anyone else among the
servants whom you wish to inter
rogate?” inquired our host.
“No, sir, I am interested now in
other things.”
“Come this way, then,” said Sam
Chatfield, leading us from the kitch
en.
An atmosphere of gloom seemed
to pervade the huge living room
when we entered. Margaret and
Dwight Nichols sat with Berta, talk
ing quietiy. Elsa and Reed Barton
had withdrawn to a shadowy cor
ner. George Rumble sat on the
bench of the grand piano smoking.
“I think,” began Sam Chatfleld
hesitantly, “that Senor Lombardo
has a few questions to ask.”
“Only a very few, ladies and gen
j tlemen,” Lombardo said, bowing
j courteously. “The Senorita,” and
his eyes sought out Elsa in the
background, “if I may, please; I
wish to ask of her a question.”
Elsa moved forward, still wearing
the colorful costume in which she
had danced with Reed Barton,
and stood before Lombardo.
“A thousand pardons, senorita,”
began Lombardo, yielding to an ob
vious embarrassment that swept
over him. “I ask the question: Have
you worn the costume of the China
Poblana all evening?”
“Yes, of course,” Elsa replied,
somewhat puzzled. “I put it on at
dusk.”
“Then you cannot be the one,”
•aid Lombardo.
George Rumble got up from his
seat on the piano bench. He walked
over to Lombardo.
“Elsa is out of it; you can't tangle
her in this thing. And all I want to
say is what about a sombrero? I
notice mine is missing from the ra'lt
near the front door. I don’t accuse
anybody of stealing it, you under
stand; but what about a sombrero?”
Lombardo turned to Alvarez and
said in Spanish, "Fetch the sombre
ro from the room, please.” He
turned back to Rumble. "In a mo
ment, Senor Rumble, I will show you
the sombrero I speak of.” Alvarez
returned promptly with the black
felt sombrero.
“Do you recognize the sombrero,
senor?” Lombardo inquired, holding
it out to Rumble.
"Sure. It’s my hat. A while ago
when I was out that way I missed it”
Rogers answered. "We found it in
the room where Chesebro was mur
dered.”
A curious expression came over
Rumble's face; the dark eyes
seemed to grow darker.
As he stood there before us the
chief of police conceived an idea; it
was first observable in a narrowing
of his large dark eyes, a cocking
“But what do you know about the
death of the gentleman in the big
room?”
of his round head. He summoned
Alvarez with a lift of his chin and
said in Spanish, “The pulque man
who is called Pedro; bring him here
at once, Luis,” and he indicated a
spot on the floor directly in front
of him with a down turned thumb as
the place to which he desired the
pulque man to be brought.
Alvarez vanished and the occu
pants of the room relaxed. Ciga
rettes were passed and a nervous
attempt at light conversation was
made by Berta while we waited for
the return of the pulque fnan. She
was smiling and almost gay, al
though in the depths of her dark
eyes there was a look of fear. We
had not long to wait, however, ^for
Alvarez soon returned, clutching the
frightened Pedro by a thin arm.
“It is lucky for you, Pedro, that
you are still here,” began Lombar
do. "I have more questions to ask
you.”
"I am here, sir, replied the man,
"because I have not yet received
the money for my pulque."
Lombardo ignored the frank state
ment, and requested the man to
look about him. "Here are other
persons, Pedro," he directed. “Look
closely, and tell me if any of these
others is the man you saw wearing
the sombrero and carrying the whip.
Make no mistakes.”
Pedro did as he was bidden, but
shyly and with evident embarrass
ment. Dwight Nichols stood up the
better to be viewed, and he pulled
George Rumble by the sleeve to
line him up alongside himself and
Reed Barton.
"I see only the back, sir; 1 do
not see the face,” he repeated.
Lombardo was patient. He picked
up Rumble’s black sombrero from
a chair where it rested and held it
out to Pedro. "Is this the sombrero
the man wore?” he asked.
Pedro put his hands behind him
and shook his head. “I saw only the
back, sir,” he repeated monotonous
ly.
Lombardo had an idea. “We will
go to the place where you saw the
man, Pedro,” he announced. "The
gentlemen in turn will put on the
sombrero, and carry the whip, and
you will say which, if any, looks
like the man you saw. Where is the
whip?”
"There’s a whip there on the ta
ble under my hat,” Elsa remarked
casually. "One I’ve carried with
me riding.” She indicated a table
against the wall near the door. Al
varez went to the table and brought
back a quirt I recognized as the one
Elsa had used that morning in her
savage attack upon Chesebro. Lom
bardo took it
“Yours?" he asked, gesturing to
ward Elsa.
“No; not mine. It belongs here
on the rancho. I found it, when I
wanted a whip, on the rack outside
where the hats hang."
“Ah, so?" Lombardo turned the
quirt about in his hands, examining
it It interested Lombardo who stud
ied it for a moment. Finally and
without releasing his hold he held it
out toward Pedro. “Is this the
whip you saw, Pedro?”
The pulque man took one quick, !
fascinated glance, then looked away.
"I do not know, sir; there was a ;
whip in the hand."
“Come; the gentlemen, please;
the ladies, no. Follow me.” Lorn- j
bardo spoke quickly. He led the way !
toward the somber room where the
body of Chesebro still lay in its huge
mound within the dim pool of can
dlelight.
“Where were you when you saw
the man enter the room?" Lom
bardo demanded.
"I am here, sir,” he answered,
pointing with a trembling Anger to
a tall piece of furniture against the
wall. “I hear the man coming, and
I feel I have trespassed where I
should not go. So I conceal my
self there and wait for him to pass.” j
“Very well, Pedro; you stand
there now, and one of the gentlemen j
will put on the sombrero and carry
the whip and walk past you.”
“I did not see the face, sir; I see
only t ie back,” the pulque man re- j
minded him as he took his station, j
“Now, which of you will be the
Arst?" Lombardo asked, ignoring
the man's remark.
Reed Barton stepped forward, still I
dressed in the costume of the Char
ro, except for his own sombrero
which he had left among the others
on the rack near the front door.
“Ah, so? Thank you, sir.” Lom
bardo gave him Rumble’s hat, which
Reed set atop his head, greatly in
creasing the height of his tall figure.
“Now the whip," said Lombardo,
and that was given him. "And now,
Pedro, the gentleman comes from
this direction and walks to the door,
opens it and enters, is it not so?”
“Yes, sir."
Reed withdrew and began a slow
but steady walk down the dim pas
sageway to the door behind which
lay the body of the murdered man.
I drew back against the wall beside
Rogers, whose body was crowded
close against mine. I felt a tense
ness in his muscles and realized
with what extraordinary alertness
his eyes followed the tall figure of
Reed Barton as he re-enacted the
dread prologue to the death of
Chesebro. Slowly, inevitably, he ap
proached the door to the room. Rog
ers had become so intent upon this
re-enactment that he was drawn a
few steps after him, studying the
figure, his every action and move
ment. As Reed touched the door
knob, when we all were intent upon
this last act before we should turn
to demand of the pulque man his
verdict, there was a sudden rustling
sound behind us It was followed
by a rapid shuffle of feet in loose
guaraches, and before our aston
ished gaze as we turned, Pedro, the
pulque man, was running away as
fast as his thin legs could carry him.
Nor did we find him later that
night after the police had taken their
departure, their questions exhaust
ed, their plan of re-enactment of the
murder scene abruptly ended by the
departure of Pedro, although, direct
ed by Sam Chatfield, we searched
diligently. There was an old moon.
The others at last had scattered.
Only Huntoon Rogers and I lingered
in the patio.
“What do you make of it. Hunt?”
I inquired, meaning the night’s trag
ic happening and the comic opera
exit of the star witness. He was
slow to reply. At last he said:
"Did you see the whip at any
time during Reed’s walk down the
dim passageway? He carried it in
his hand, you know.”
“I saw him take the whip.”
“But did you see it in his hand
as he walked?”
“No.”
"Does that not strike you as inter
esting?"
“It means much, I think; it ex
plains what has happened. In the
kitchen when Pedro described the
appearance of Chesebro’s murderer,
he put the whip in his hand. Pedro
took his stand at the spot where he
says he observed the death march,
so t* speak. But the whip is not
visible carried quietly at the side.
"Therefore, Barry, it is simple to
reason that Pedro either lied when he
said the man carried a whip, or he
saw him elsewhere in the house at
a time and place where the whip was
plainly visible.”
We sat together in the patio turn
ing over the possibilities that lay
close to the fact, the corollaries
that might flow from it. Did Pedro,
therefore, also hold the secret of
that other murder far to the north of
us in California and distant now in
time by more than a year? Finally,
I said what was in my thoughts.
“Reed Barton?”
Huntoon Rogers did not reply at
once. He leaned forward on the
bench, his hands upon his knees,
staring into the shadows at our feet.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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