HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1928-11-08, Page 3by Isabel Ostrander
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What horrible and mysterious po
wer was forcing the three Drake
^brothers, Hobart, the Wall Street
broker, Roger, the scientist, and
Andrew, recently returned home
from Australia, to place themsel
ves in ridiculous situations. .Some
powei’ had forced Hobart to de
liver a mock speech in the public
square, Roger to burlesque a
scientific address, and Andrew to
sit on the floor and play with toys
Patricia Drake, daughter of Ho
bart, secretly secures Owen Miles,
detective sergeant, and his col
league, Scottie McCready, to in
investigate. Miles is employed as
a houseman and Scottie as garden
er. Miss Jerusha Drake, spin
ster sister of the brothers, is dis
covered by Miles in a wildly ex
cited state late at night before an
open grate in which she was burn
ing papers of some kind. Patri
cia (disappears and Hobart sends
for Miles.
CO ON WITH THE STORY
When Zorn drove up in a station
jitney he gave no sign of ever hav
ing seen Miles before, but an hour
later when he took his leave he
slipped a note into the hand of the
oth>.
The note was terse and to the
point.
“Mrs. James Slocum removed fur
nishings from Gotham Storage Ware-
louse to Edgecombe Road Brook-
lide, New Jersey, last Friday. Will
Kike carp of bill of lading tomorrow.
' So that chance shot had hit the
mark.
Miles locked up the house and
then made his way to Scottie’s room.
“Rip and I have been very busy
this afternoon,” began] Scottie as
Miles took a seat.
“So Rip has been up to something
Is .that what you have in mind to
tell me, Scottie?"
“It is, and I have had an exciting
.time. I’m a matter of twenty dol
lars poorer for it which I shall
dhargp to the expense account, and
Rip is nursing a scratch on the
shoulder.’’ Scottie closed his right
hand and looked at it thoughtfully
and his companion observed for the
first, time that the knuckles were
reddened and a trifle swollen. “It
was a nasty minute and a close shave
for him!”
“You been in a scrap!” Miles ex
claimed.
“You were not attacked—?”
“No. It was me did the attack
ing. You see, Owen lad, I took a
look at that cottage in the woods
where our friend Roger had his lab
oratory long ago. I caught a glim
pse of a clearing just ahead with a
blackened chimney sticking up, and
Ricard the sound of a number of
voices in dispute. Among them I
recognized Rip's and he was plain
ly frightened .1 hurried forward and
saw Rip and. a fellow who towered
half a head taller than he, shaking
something under his nose.
“You done pass dis phony money
on me yestiddy when I faded you!”
be was fairing shouting, and he add-'
ed a curse that no accorded with
the Sabbath. You is gwine take it
hack and give me <le real goods oi
l’ll cyarve your heart out!”
“I could, see Rip’s face and it was
as nearly white as it ever will be,"
“Your lies don’t go with me, Rip
Lunt! Dese boys all see you gimme
dis bill yestiddy and it was the onli-
e..r twenty dollar one in de game!
A.n’t dat right, boys?"
“The rest of them were getting
excited and threatening and Rip
commenced to whine and blubber
when all of a. sudden the big fellow
went wild and then things happened
quick. He crumpled the bill and
threw it in Rip’s face and with a yell
reached into his pocket, and that
was where 1 took a hand in the
game. I reached that big black
btick just as his knife streaked down
across Rip’s shoulder and caught
him one on the point of the. jaw
that put him out for the count!”
Scottie glanced down once more
affectionately at his clenched fist.
“Rip was loud in his gratitude
but out of the tail of my eye I saw
him hunt for that bill and then turn
to sneak away and 1 laid hold of
him by the collar to wait till the lout
who had accused him woke up.
“He sat up after a bit rubbing his
jaw and started to turn ugly but I
spoke to him man to man and said
I’d make good foi- Rip if there'r been
a mistake. He told me Rip had lost
the money to him in a crap game
Saturday and when he tried to
change it he found the bill was
counterfeit, J made. Rip let me have
a look at it and then I laughed in
the big buck’s face and gave him a
crisp now twenty from my wallet in
exchange to show him what I
thought of it. Here’s the bit of pa
per the row started over."
He handed a Miles a limp, worn
twenty-dollar bill, one end of which
had a fringe of brown and the de
tective turned it thoughtfully over
in his “I wonder how Rip got it?”
he remarked. “What did he tell
you?”
“Nothing. Not a sensible word
could I get out of him.”
“We’ll make him come clean when
we get. hold of him. If the bill is
all right he needn’t be afraid—!”
Miles checked himself suddenly.
“But it is, Scottie? It's so old I
wouldn’t take an oath on it—”
“I would, lad.’’ There was a cer-
tian grimness in the other’s tone.
“You’ll mind I told you 1 was the
poorer by twenty dollars? I learn
ed a trifle from the experts and that
bill is as phony as the brightest gold
brick that was ever sold!"
THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE
out, almost colliding with him.
■Miles halted foi’ an instant, taken
aback by .sheer surprise, for the op
ened door was that of Roger's store
room, and the man who hud emerg
ed was Andrew! He was without
coat or waistcoat, his sleeves rolled
back and his shirt and collar grimy
with dust, a smudge of which lay
across his cheek, giving a grotesque,
twisted expression to his features.
Heart 111 Wrong
Mad® Her Feel
'Very Miserable
One of ill'1 first danger signals an
nouncing something wrong with the
heart is the irregular beat or violent
-throb, and this should be attended to
Immediately before the trouble gets
worse.
Mrs. W. G. Barton, Dmnville, Ont.,
writes:—"One. spring I was very much
run down and my nerves got very bad.
My heart seemed all wrong in its beat
ing, and I was feeling very miserable.
"One day I happened on a box of
land this one box did such wonders for
me I took another. That was about
■seven years ago.
"If ever I am feeling that way
again I will surely give these Pills
another ehanco as I can rest confident
they will build me up.
"I also am a firm believer in all
your medicines just by what Heart
and Nerve Pills did for me.”
. Price 50c. a box at all dealers or
mailed direct on receipt of price by
The T. Milbum Co., Ltd., Toronto,
CHAPTER XIII
It was nearly lunch-time the next
day when Miles’ glance fell upon the
door-plate of a room at the end of
the hall; a room which had remain
ed locked since his arrival and which
ho had once heard Carter refer to
casually as ‘Mr. Roger’s store-room.’
He 'had polished that door-plate only
Saturday morning, but now there
seemed something odd about its ap
pearance and the detective bent
closer.
The brass about the keyhole was
dulled save where a- tiny, jagged
■ scratch or two glinted and there was
traces upon it of a congealed, greasy
substance at sight of which Miles
drew a quick, involuntary breath.
Wax! Someone within the last
two days had taken an impression
cf that keyhole, someone who was
too careless or in to great haste to
remove the evidence of the act. What,
could Roger have stored there which
would be of such interest to anybody
but himself?
Luncheon was over when the de
tective heard the telephone ring
again and w\th a muttered excuse
lie hastened toward the library, but
the sound of Roger’s voice in reply
arrested him before he reached the
threshold.
“Yes" This is Roger Drake
speaking What is that?” The
receiver fell with a clatter to the
desk but it was evident that Rog,er
had retrieved it for in a moment his
voice came again, shrill with some
thing very terror.
“Who are you?....... You must be
mad!....... My brother?” There was
a long pause and tliemthe one word:
“Never!”
It ended in a straggling gasp, a
chair creaked heavily and then a dry,
muffled sob reached the listener’s
ears. He peered in cautiously be
tween the curtains to behold the
scientist, sprawled limply in a chair,
his arms outflung across the desk
and his white head pillowed upon
them while the thin shoulders shook
spasmodically.
Carter’s querolous summons from
;he dining-room recalled Miles hur
riedly. When next he entered the
library he found it empty.
Dusk was settling down and no
thing untoward had occurred to
break the brooding stillness of the
house when all at once a woman’s
shriek rang out. The detective
rushed from his room and down the
stain but just as he reached the
floor below another door was flung
wide in his face and a man dashed
“What’s happened?” he roared.
“Stop that yowling, Hitty, and stand
aside!”
Miles became aware, that a thin,
reedy wail had succeeded the shriek
and shaking off the spell which, had
held him transfixed he hastened
down the. hall.
At the head of the main staircase
the maid was kneeling before a re
cumbent form wringing her hands
and sobbing hysterically, but An
drew seized her arm and thrust her
violently aside.
“Roger, old man!—Here, pull
yourself together, Hitty, go and call
Carter or William—!”
So Andrew had not consciously
noted that, momentary encounter!
The detective stepped forward.
“What is it, sir? Oh, is Mr.
Rogei- ill? Can I be of any assist
ance?"
“Yes. t-ieip me carry him to his
room and then get my sister. No
need to call a doctor; lie’s had these
attacks before and I know 'how to
bring him around."
He placed his strong arms about
the shoulders of the unconscious
man and Miles supported his knees
while Hitty ran ahead to open the
door. Between them they got Roger
Drake into his room and upon the
bed, where he lay breathing stertor-
ously.
Miles slipped out into the garden
where he found Scottie at work
among the rose bushes.
“What is it, lad?” The latter
straightened. “Has something come
off at last?”
“Something that has all but taken
me off my feet, Scottie! It may be
a waiting game for a few days more
but there’s daylight ahead!—Got a
pencil?” He pulled a notebook from
his pocket and, tearing out a page,
he scribbled hastily upon it while
his colleague waited in silence.
‘“There! I don’t care what excuse
you make afterward but get down
to the telegraph office at the station
as fast as you can and send this
wire off to the chief; tell him to send
one of the boys down here with the
reply the instant it comes, no mat
ter at what hour of the day or night!
We’ll be ready then to stand out in
the open and declare ourselves!’’
Scottie read the message slowly
and then lifted amazed eyes to the
other’s face.
“Man, but we’ve been blind!” he
exclaimed, “You say that there’s
daylight ahead? I’m thinking that
for some in yonder nouse it may be
a red and fearsome dawn!"
After dispatching Scottie to the
village to transmit the wire, Miles
re-entered the house and ascended
to the second floor. The door of
Roger’s store, room did not yield
when he turned the knob.
As he started down the hall Miss
Drake appeared.
“We shall not need you, William,”
she announced. “My brother is sub
ject to these heart attacks and he is
quite all right now, but of course he
will not come down to dinner.”
An hour passed and Hobart Drake
returned from the city. Miles could
scarcely restrain his impatience as
he helped Carter serve dinner, but
the occasional glimpse he stole at the
financier’s face told him nothing. It
was inscrutable and .when the tele
phone rang he rose with calm de
liberation.
“That was Zorn,” he announced
on his return. “He assured me
that he was making definite pro
gress.”
His tone had lacked, conviction,
and Andrew glanced up with a sneer.
“Sounds good but doesn’t mean
anything!” he comfponted. “Isn’t
that what the police always give out
to the newspapers 'when they’re
stumped.
(To be continued.)
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Christmas is coming
Come in and choose one
oi these new Rogers-
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Highboy or Lowboy—it is just a question of taste. Both models have
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We invite you to come,in and inspect both of these new Rogers-Battery
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Zurich
Mrs. Ed. Harness has returned to
her home in Exeter after spending
the past week with her sister Mrs.
Oesch.
Mr. and M’rs. Seth Amans, who
have resided for a number of years
on their little farm just east of the
village are leaving this week for In-
dinopolis, Ind'., where they purpose,
to spend the- winter months.
Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Truemner, of
the 14t,h Con.. Hay Township, are
the owners of a rather productive
young goose, which last spring laid
a goodly number of eggs and now is
laying again having laid several
|:Oggs recently.
Mr. Ross Love has taken over the
100-acre farm near Hillsgreen and
the 50-acre farm in Stanley Town
ship from his father.
Miss Anna Haters has taken a
position with Mr. T. L. Wurm’s as
clerk in his general store.
Mr. Henry Dators, of New Ham
burg, was a visitor with his son, Mr.
Garnet Haters, of Hay Township.
Mr. Wm. Cecil and daughter, Mrs.
A, Broderick called on friends in
town on Saturday,
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Our Corner
It. isn’t the man who knows the
best, that’s wisest.—Chicago News.
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The struggle to make ends meet
keeps a flapper’s hands busy when
she sits down!* ft ft * * * * * ft
“Strike while the iron is hot"
said Bridget, as she left, with the
laundry only hall’ done.* * ft ft ft ft ft * *
Motor accident are often caused
by a loose nut—and often by a “very
tight” one.—Montreal Star.K a, ft ft ft ft ft -« ■«
Wonder what a horse thinks when
lie has ’.to tow some broken down
motor car to the nearest garage?ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft
The automobile will, never entirely
replace the horse. You can't make
glue out of an auto.—Chicago News.
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“Joe, how could you forget that
this is my birthday?”
I'm sorry, Marian, but you don't
look a year older.”ft ft ft * « * ft ft *
WHY IS IT?
They call it a girl’s “Coming-out”
gown, when you can’t‘tell whether
she's IN or OUT of the thing!* ft * ft * * * ft ft
Y minister had taken a new
charge. He was asked if he was
engaged to be married.
“No”, he replied, “I’m just hear
ing candidates."nt ft # * ft « « * *
/Ind Also His Board!
"So you were in the army, Ikey?”
“Yes, I vas in the army.”
“Bid you have a commission?”
“No; only my wages.”ftftft *** **»
Who Won the Argument
Two motorists met at a small
bridge too narrow for two ears to
pass.
■I never back up for any damfool”
shouted one driver.
‘That’s all right," replied the
other quietly, as he shifted into re
verse, ‘I always do."
In 24 hours it is said, one silk
worm will produce material for a
woman’s complete outfit. Silk
worms, we fear, are getting lazier
and lazier.—Springfield Union.
# :«e :jt & * $ #
Farmer: “What's the matter, boy?
Why have you been so long? I told
you to take the old mare down and
get. her shod.”
Boy: “Sorry bos», 1 thought you
said “shot.”
gift# $ £ & -K $ *
The Prophet in His Own Country
—When you go buck to astonish
people of the old home town, they’re
usually astonished that you have
enough money to get hack.—Regina
Leader.
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Please Omit Flowers
Reckless Driver
Telegraph Pole—
Crash! Bang! !
Six foot hoi-* * * « * * « *
No Doubt About It!
Flapper-—“Doctor. I want to be
vaccinated, but it must be some
place where it can'1 -how."
“Well then, you’ll have to enlmle
it!”
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Thon They Sent Her Homo!
A young lady from town was
in the city on her fiiM visit. ‘That,'
said her uncle, “I- a skyscraper.”
“Oh,” replied thf girl, “I'd just
love to see it work! '* « * $ ft ft * * *
FOR LAIHP> ONLY
For any young Jodies who are
contemplating leaving to skate this
winter, we offer this hint. The
proper kind of costume to wear is
one that includes an old-fashioned
bustle! ' '»<ft* * * $ * * *
Wife—“Oh, John, I’ve discovered
that the woman next door Qias a hat
like mine."
Hub—“Now, I suppose you’ll want
me to pay for a new one."
Wife-—“Well, dear, that would be
cheaper than, movipg.”
MEN ! I
By J. Waterman
Men are what, women marry for
better and find worse.
Like cigarettes, men are all made
of the same material, the only dif
ference being that some are better
disguised than others.
Generally speaking, they may be
divided into three classes: i. e., hus
bands, bachelors and widowers.
Husbands arc of three varieties:
prizes, surprises and consol::! ion
prizes.
Maxing a liusban I out of a man.
is one of the highest plastic arts
known >to civilization. It requires
science, sculpture, common sense,
faith, hope, and charity, wth < in-*
phasis on the charity!
An eligible bachelor is a man of
obstinacy entirely surrounded by
suspicion.
It is a psychological marvel Hint
a soft, fluffy, tender, sweet thing’
like a woman should enjoy kis mg
a big, awkward, tubby-chinnec’.. to
bacco scented thing like a man!
If you flatter a man, it frightens
him to death, and if you don’t you
bore him to death. If you permit
him to make love to you in th< be
ginning ho gets tiredi of you in Hie
end. and if he is not permitted, he-
tires in the beginning.
If you believe him in every!’ -ng,
you soon cease to interest him -nd.
he thinks you are a fool. If yon
don’t believe him you are a cyiri.
If you wear gay colors and r< uge
he hesitates to take you out, and if
you wear a little brown toque a: d a.
tailor-made, he stares all the even
ing at a woman in gay attire and a
startling hat.
If you approve of his smoking lie
swears you are sending him to the
devil. If yon are the clinging vine
he doubts if you have a brain ard if
you are a modern, up-to-date dam
sel he doubts if you have a h-'irrt.
If you are silly he longs for a
bright mate, and if you are hritliant
he longs for a playmate.
What a problem: Man