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-- The Long Green Gaze A Cross Word Puzzle Mystery By Vincent Fuller \ v. — , , ___^ Down th« hall ah* went en tiptoe, past Grant's door, past Chalfonte'a, to Helen a room. With one hand on ♦he knoh, the trying of which told her the door was locked, she raised the ether hand to rap»*oftly. Just before ahe knocked, however, she glanced around to make sure again that the; hall was empty. Then, clinging to the doorknob, she stood transfixed with terror. Slowly, as her eyes grew wide, her hand left the door and without knocking, she retreated, mouselike, to her own room, thanked her guardian angel that she had not latched her door, ami then was Inside, with the door quidkly locked behind her. A. lock wn* not enough, she decided. She wedged a lilted chair under the knob Then she took this aside, moved her dressing table against the door, and put chairs hetween her bed and the dressing table In such a fashion that the door could not he opened with out her hed's being moved. Cordelia, the rook, on her way down to start breakfast In the morning, saw Minty's light still shining under the door. •"Mias Mlnte she sm cltMn’ up (miner dan she used to,” Cordelia thought to herself. "Would'n' catch me crawlin' out so soon, less'en ah had to, mm mm.” CHAPTER VII. The Dunseath Will. A great crowd of people had gath •red about the house on Saturday afternoon before the time for the funeral, and another pressed about the gates of the cemetery. Only a few, however, besides those already present at the house, attended the actual services. it (tas on the way home from the cemetery that Miss Minty drew from the pocket of her sealskin coat a hit of folded paper. Rose and Helen, Who rode with her, watched her care fully. ”i have something here.” Miss Min tv began, "that I’ve decided I can t keep to myself any longer, and yet I don't like to do anything about it without somebody's advice. And In a ease like this T want the advice of women—you know. Rose, what T think of women's intuition—and this is a ease for It, If ever there was one. This paper was slipped under my door last night at three o'clock. It's a cross word puzzle.” "Another!” Helen and Rose ex claimed together. "Another. Furthermore, It Indl rates somebody that I believe every body has suspected, at one time or another. I was scared almost out of my wits when I saw It coming under my door, but I got hold of it, and I worked it out. Book at It.” Minty spread the cross word puzzle before them. They examined it closely, checking the cross-words, glancing down at the definitions, at last turn ing to look slowly st each other. "Hm," Hose murmured, and her Ups pouted. "It's Just as you say. Miss Minty," Helen said. "I think we’ve all sus pected him. She pointed to vertical 10. "But this Is the first concrete thing against him.” "It Isn't anything concrete at all." said Hose. "Anybody might have writ ten It. Something would have to be put with it, if this were to he worth anything. Rome tangible clue, you know. This Is only somebody's sits plrlon." "Yes, hut whose suspicion?" Minty interrupted. "That's what's been both erlng me. Everything is carefully printed In straight little lines. , It would take a real expert in handwrit ing to tell—and I'm not such an ex pert: and neither of you Is. either." "The person must have had some thing to go on." Hose Insisted. "The thing about this puzzle Is Just this. Who wrote it, and what did the writer know?" "It doesn't seem to me to he so im portant to find out who wrote It as to find out what was known," Helen said firmly. "What T think we ought in do, is to turn this right over to Mr. Burke, the chief detective. Just is soon as we get back to the house, and insist that an immediate search l>e made, just like after that other puzzle. I'm sure, whether anybody else is or not, that something will come of It.” "l>o you agree, Hose?" Miss Mlnt.v asked. "By all means. Jt should be turned over without any delay, '['here's no telling what it may lead to. I think, though, that you ought to give it to him as inconspicuously as possible, Miss Minty, so as not to arouse any body's suspicion." Miss Minty folded It carefully and returned it to the depths of her pock et. "That's settled, then,” she an nnunced. "I only wish that Emily could know how J'm doing my best, my very best, to avenge her." "I'm sure she does know, Miss Minty,” Jlose put a strong young arm around Miss Minty's narrow shoulders. and her eyes seemed to drow darkly- blue with tears as she watched the quivering determination on the little old fare so close to her. Miss Minty wiped aw-ay- a tear her self, soon. "There are other things I could t—" she began, and the girls looked at her quickly. “I meant to say,” Minty went on, "that I'm not wholly sure that this Is exactly as simple as It looks. And another thing: the reading of the will la going to mean nothing. There won't be an indication in It: and I think It's a Job put up by the detectives Just to spy out the guilty one. They were around during the funeral, you no ticed: they were out at the cemetery, and on one pretext or another, they're going to he there at the reading of the will. They're going to he watch ing every one of us, too, you mark mv w-ords," The car had reached the house hy thls time. Onlv a few people remained on the outskirts of the lawn to watch the return of the members of the "mur der partv," as the newspapers were now calling the members of the family who had gathered with Aunt Emily for Thanksgiving. It was while the cars were arrls-ing with the i-ematnlng guests that Minty took Burke Into the music room apd shut the door after her. "I've something to tell you," she said, and extracted the puzzle from her pocket. He made no response to the storv she told him—in which she omitted mention of her trip through the hall to Helen's room—other than to fold the paner carefully and stick It In an Inside pocket. "Does snvhndy else know- ahoiit this?” he ssked. "Helen Barr and Hose Fabry.” “Who else?" "Xohody—except whoever It was that wrote It.” . "Who's that, do you think?" "I don’t know. But aren’t you go lng to make a search, an Investiga tion, after getting a rlue like this?" "I certainly am. though maybe not the kind of Investigation you think oueht to he made." "There's Just this much shout It. young man." Miss Minty answered. "If you had a woman's intuition help lng you, you'd bring this murderer to Justice much faster than you're doine now." "We're doing out best, Miss Bit kin.” "Humph!" Miss Bitkin flounced out of th# room By thiR time, everybody had re turned from the cemetery; th# last sightseers had withdrawn, and John l.ushtngton was warming his hands before the library fire, preparatory to reading the will. One by one the relatives rame in. Burke sat beside T.ushington, and two other detectives stood in the doorway. •‘I have asked Mr. Burke and some of his men to be here,7 Lushington explained, "because, as you will soon hear, the emerald will be going to the ieweler'ii with me. and I hesitate to take it alone, without a body guard of some kind." At this, Miss Minty looked significantly at Rose and Mel en, as if to aav: ‘ I told you so." Tdishincton then read the will. Rv Its terms the estate was divided into equal portions ami bequeathed to Jar vis Marsden, Janet Marsden, Tinnier Chalfonte, Cl rant Fowler, Hose Fabry, Theodore Punseath. Miss Minty Pit kin was left nothing except the clock nn the mantel in the library, except that it was provided that in case one of the heirs died before the estate was settled, that share was to go to her. The provision* about the emerald were more detailed than any of the others, their substance being that upon Krnlly Imnseath's death, the ring was to he turned over to the firm of Kunkle Sr Nathan to be tak en from its mounting and cleaned a tub prepared for exhibition in the Pem broke Museum, to which it was be queathed. A replica of the jewel was to be made, however, and only the replica could he exhibited ex< opt op one day a year, January G, Kmllv h birthday, when the original was to be Placed on view. John Lithhington was named sole executor. ‘‘That nundo Is done then." I.ushlngton^oncluded , as Ted. secretly making rapid cairn In j tlons. estinvited that the shares would' run about $100,000 if all that he had1 • f n ? M v <* tr ;e "Th#re remain*. I. •* w ert mu, i;- .thlnjf foi* *hr prrpmt. »n* 1 thin Ip to *ret th* pinorald and t ake it to the Jeweler*. Mr. Hurkfl, will >ou have your men com* upstair* with me to the.pafe in Mr*. Dnffpenth » room? . . . The rent of you ma v rume alonjr, If you w iph a^ laPt look at it." rr» lie l ontlnaed InmorrnaO_ Europe --Day by Day ___ JC.v O. O. M'IXTYRR. Somewhere In Holland, April S.— Holland has always appealed to my Imagination. The Dutch are a sturdy race. From the train window I see a tiny herd of the small black and white cows grazing, tended by two blue smocked peasants. It la a scene that might have been painted by Anton Mauve. i The little villages look 4o peaceful. The exteriors of the cottages are In bright colors, red, yellow, blue and green and the small windows are dis creetly veiled In snowy curtains quaintly pleated. Outside many doors are wooden shoes arrayed In line, from father's huge ones to the tiny pair for baby. Housewives of Holland art thirty. They do not permit dust or dirt to be brought In from the street. Some of the homes have only two rooms, the bedroom and combination kitchen parlor. Everything Is polished and shiny. The kitchen range glitters with copper and brass utensils. In the little cobble stone streets are women with their tightly laced bod ices and starched lace caps. The men In their baggy trousers laced up the back and high caps. The blonde children In their suits of blue—shy and smiling. They wave at you, then run to hide. In one home, they were having breakfast. Dry bread and cheese. The flow, a dado of old blue and white tiles, fairly shone. The dresser near by was laden with crockery and glass. The windmills lazily turning are comforting and restful. There Is a monotony of flat land. Everyone in Holland seems happy and well contented. Everywhere are flocks of geese waddling along with their eternal quack-quack. The old men sit squatting In groups, puffing at their long cigars. The youths arc big and strapping and exude health. Just as I am In the midst of a Holland rhapsody, a man came through the train calling "Telegram! Telegram for Mr. Isaac Cohen!" I harl to (hake myself. Surely I must be dreaming. Mr. Cohen, by the way, happened to be In my eompartfhent. He Is on his way to Amsterdam after being In America for J1 years. His brother Is there. He has prospered In the mer cantile business In a middle-sized city In Nebraska. I spoke to him of the Indifference to human fretting In Hol land. At the moment I rather thought I would like to spend my.approach ing old age there. Mr. Cohen had a' bland, generous smile and shrugged. •'The most monotonous country In the world," he said. "They become as clabby as their cheese." I suppose Mr. Cohen Is right. Peo ple who remain In America very long are not easily transplanted to other soil. It Is my belief that most of the American living over here who try to give you the Impression of con tentment are merely "kidding" them selves. -_ We In America are often accused of confounding bustle with creation and noise with achievement. What I have seen of Holland la beautiful. There Is no hustle nor noise. Tet you have the feeling of a lack of creation and a lack of achievement. Bo per haps there la more to our rush and roar than Europeans think. My Impression of Amsterdam le Just a blurr. Upon my arrival was a cable from Paris which made It Imperative to leave by first train. I had only three hours and a little over and the moat Important piece of baggage I enry was lost. I felt much like one of those dumb looking Immigrants at Battery park trying to find his way tiptnwn. I went, from one place to an Other, trying to make myaelf under stood and was always met by a shake •f the head, Indicating they didn't know what I wag talking about. 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