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THURSDAY, aiAJlCJI 11,41 THE EXEW TIMESi-APVQCATE s.* H
by ANNE MARY LAWLER
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As his daughter stopped heed
lessly into Slick’s superb custom-
built chariot, John Morton was re
ceiving, some staggering news from
his detective agency,
”We got a report on the Merrill
dame,” Weber offered triumphant
ly, "And what do you think? Her
bank sheet shows heavy cash de
posits—-in hills of large denomina
tions—” he made the point more
emphatic with a thrust of a long
bony finger—“at times coinciding
with the -dates Lucy Morton drew
on her account in Rio, Mexico City
and Havana.” He sat back and purr
ed with self-approval.
Weber glowed with unshared in
formation, "(Get this. We checked
on Merrill from the address in your
files and what do you think? She
left New York City in early June.
Got a job as a stenographer on an
ocean liner. We checked the steam
ship companies. The Oceanic Line
reports they took on a girl by that
name almost six months ago, She’s
traveling on the Arcadia, out of San
Francisco for the Orient.”
"Then who—” John Morton
clutched at his reeling sanity—
"who is the girl that works for us
in New York? Where did she get
the money?* How did she get the
job? Why did she take that name?”
"T suspect,” Weber said import
antly, “that if this fake Merrill is
one of the gang that kidnapped
your daughter, they probably found
the letter in her possession and de
cided to use it.”
"But why?”
"That,” Weber ’ chewed off the
words viciously, "is what we’re go
ing down to the shop to find out. At
least, we’re getting somewhere.”
Mr. Arhur Brinker, a nervous,
flustered, excitable Brinker, receiv
ed his chief with nauseating servile
homeage. What could he do for
Mr. Morton?
"I want to talk
Merrill,” Morton
"Pronto.”
Brisker cringed,
impossible—I mean-
"Why is it so impossible?”
"Miss Merrill is home sick today.
I sent her off at noontime.”
Weber shouted, "What’s her ad
dress? Don’t waste time, man, this
is a matter Of life or death!”
Brinker disintegrated, visibly,
"She lives with Toni, here.”
Weber whirled on the little mod
el. "Get your hat and coat and
come with us. We’d like to talk to
you, too.”
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to Miss Joan
said bluntlv.
Gay’s Startling News
A tall, red-haired girl with-know
ing eyes drawled, "Just in case
you’ve been wondering, Mr. Mor
ton, Miss Joan Merrill is a tall
blonde. She has a green outfit—
just like the girl who sent that wire
to you.” Her audience looked at
her, open-mouthed.
Gay went on, spitefully, "There’s
something funny about her. Has
been from the very beginning. We
used to think it rather odd that no
body ever came to see her or talk to
her. Even when a girl loses her
money, she usually manages to keep
some friends.”
"But—” the voice grew edged
with a ermote sort of fury, "she did
have one visitor on day. An Eng
lishman. She told us he was a
wealthy hunk of nobility she’d met
an England. I saw him last night.
He’s a second-rate actor playing at
.•a third-rate house. Name’s Vernon,
for your information, and the the
atre is the Colonnade.”
. Morton seized Toni by are arm,
"Hurry,” he urged, "This changes
everything.”
Weber shook his head regret
fully. ‘
tones, "
too late,
'I think,” he said in wistful
that we’re just a few hours
CHAPTER XXIH
The ride to
hardly what
cordial One.
lions bluntly,
frankly.
Toni's apartment was
might be termed a
Toni answered ques-
briefly—and almost
Yes, Miss Merrill had come to
Many a Romance
Th# lives of many young people
sura made miserable by the Weaking
• owl pimplea on tlie face.
The trouble is not So npich physi
cal pain, but it is the mental suffer
ing civuaed. by the embatfussing dis-
figurcment of the face Which Very
often. makes the sufferer ashamed to
go out in company.
Thd quickest way to get rid of
pimples is to improve the general
health by a thorough cleansing of
the blood of its impurities.
.iBurdock lilood Bitters cleanses
and purines the blood ■“—Getrid of
you/ pimples by taking B.B.B.
T V ;« '’t- Ca.f Lhl„ OM
Morton’s in June. Early June. No,
there was hardly anything suspic
ious about her, She had worked
just as hard as the rest of the girls.
She had been pleasant to the other
models.
had left, <
new girl
Why?
with fury.
Merrill. :
ly, evidently a lady and because—
Toni mot her employer's eyes de
fiantly—the salaries of working
girls made it necessary to evolve
ways and means of dividing ex
penses;
Had Miss Merrill received any
mail? And if so, from where?
Toni Gets Third Degree
Toni trod warily around those
questions. She was sure she didn't
examine Miss Merrill’s letters. Joan
got mail occasionally, just like any
body else.
South America, Mexico, Cuba? Toni
froze,
any,”
In July, Toni's roommate
and Toni had invited the
to share the apartment,
Toni's dark eyes crackled
\ Because she liked Joan
Because the girl was lone-
Letters from, say-
"I’m sure I never noticed
she lied quietly.
Did Miss Merrill have any strange
visitors, outside of the Englishman?
Toni recalled the night Lyle Putnam
had come to the apartment, remem
bered her own doubts afterward.
But she merely said: "Only her boy
friend.”
Morton and his satelite sprang
upon that answer, tore it to shreds.
Ah, a boy friend! Who was he?
Where did he live? What did he
do for a living?
Toni was furious with herself
for her pardonable error. His name,
she said stiffly, was Michael Daly,
a photographer. A very fine char
acter. She, personally, had known
him for years. Worked on the Ev
ening Star.
How had Miss Merrill become ac
quainted with Mike?
Toni said with enormous dignity:
“I really don’t "know how—or when
—or where. I was under the im
pression they -had known each oth
er for quite a while.”
’ The taxi swerved to a stop before
the browstone front. "If you’ll
come in,” Toni remarked with
wearied patience, “I’m sure Joan
will be only too glad to answer any
questions you ask. You’ll have to
discount a great, deal of. whnt Miss
Roberts says. You see,” T-oni grin
ned with open malice, "Miss Roberts
has rather a hankering for Miss
Merrill’s boy friend.”
But. Joan Merrill was, unfortun
ately, not available for further in
terrogation. The apartment was un
occupied.
"Skipped,” Weber fumed, "and
that precious photographer of hers,
too, if you care to ask me.” He spied
the envelope leaning against the
table lamp, snatched it up. "This
is Miss Merrill’s handwriting?”
Jill’s Letter Discovered
“Yes,” Toni reached for it,
Weber drew the envelope back
tily. "This may be important
dence,
ness.
Toni’s temper already frayed' and
thin with worry and questioning,
snapped suddenly. She snatched th»
envelope ’ from the investigator’s
hand, ripped open the flap "If it’s
important evidence,” she said an
grily, "I’ll be glad to turn it over to
the police. But I’m not under arrest
oi‘ even suspicion. My mail is my
own.”
Toni read the last syllable on th?
Iqst page. Then, with a strange
little twisted smile, she extended the
letter to Morton. To the detective,
she said, derisively: "Smart fellow.
Wise lad. You had it all figured
out, haven’t you? Joan Merrill's
the great master mind in the Mor
ton kidnap plot!”
Weber protested. "I didn’t Say
she was the master mind. She might
only be a pawn, hut she’s involved.
Unquestionably she’s involved.”
The little girl burst into raucous
mirth. "She’s involved, all right.
But not the way you think. You
two boneheads—-” anger shook her
--"she’s Jill Morton1”
John Morton
chair. "We never
he moaned
John, is
John Morton began to read the
letter, recognized the handwriting
gild turned to Toni. "Now that it's
all settled, young lady,” his trnwii
was a terrifying thing, "haven't
you been concealing evidence? And
lots of it?”
Toni remained unruffled. "Of
course, I have. I knew that Joan—
jill—was straight and would ex
plain all this business eventually.
She did get letters, lots of them,
from South America and Mexico
end (Juba. From lien aunt, she told
me. She said her aunt traveled
Fith a wealthy invalid. She got let
ters every day ov so. Wrote plenty
herself, toe. And she did have a
‘raiiga visitor one night, Lyle Tdtf*
' a ant—
"How edid that—ho—know she
if. Now York?”
but
has-
evi -
he announced with firm'
collapsed into 'a
thought of that ”
Relieved
alt.z
"He and that big gypsy queen of a
wife of his came into the store. He
spotted Joan, I mean Jill, and. brib
ed Miss Roberts for her address.
Then he came here that same night,
I was in the kitchen, I didn’t hear
all they said, and didn’t listen. But
he did say this, and .quite loudly—1-”
she smiled gravely at Jill Morton’s
father—"he said, ‘If I’d never mar
ried Valerie Brooke, I wouldn’t have
known I was in love with you’!”
John Morton opened his mouth to
speak, closed it hastily,
Toni said: “I thought- -maybe
you’d like to know that. Maybe—
it would make you. feel a little bet
ter, He got a raw deal, too.”
John Morton bowed gratefully.
"My daughter was very fortunate ”
he said. "You are a faithful friend,”
Morton looked at Toni approv
ingly, "Young lady, I discover I’m
hungry for the first time in weeks.
Will you have dinner with me?
W'e’ll just let Jill cool her heels at
home. Serves her right.”
An Invitation Accepted
Toni met his eyes mirthfully. "Do
you know,” she confided, "you’re
the first man I ever met, Mr. Mor
ton. who could really afford to take
me out to eat.”
Dinner was a long and leisurely
affair, and John Morton enjoyed it
thoroughly. Back at the apartment,
he waited patiently while Toni rum
maged through her bag for the key.
"I want to thank you,” he said
with obvious sincerity, "for every
thing you’ve done. I—” '
Footsteps, fast running footsteps,
diverted him. He swung round to
face-—Lyle Putnam. The words
froze forever on his* lips. “What the
c^evil are you doing here?” he roar
ed. "Haven’t you caused enough
trouble as it is? If it hadn't been
for you, we’d—”
“I—” Lyle wormed the word in
edgewise, took courage, and follow
ed his advantage, "I came to see Jill
—to tell her she’d better go back
home, but one of the neighborhood
kids told me she left with a suit
case and that she was—”
Toni deftly scooped both men in
to t-he apartment. “We’re a chapter
ahead of you, Mr. Putnam. Jill
left a letter for me today. She’s
..gone.home.”. .... ..... r ... -- ■ ■ • ■
Lyle began, "But the youngster
said—”
John Morton lashed out with the
accumulated fury of several days
of frantic worry,- "For a dime—no,
tor a plugged cent, I’d—”
The doorbell rang.
ed it. “This is
she giggl'ed, as
side.
roommate's toy frlepd in a big
green roadster about a mile long.
She said she, was etoptog.”
"Eloping?” Mike and Morton
made a chorus of the word, "Elon-
Ing?'*
Mike leaped toward the telephone
table, pawed through the fat phone
book, Lyle and Toni exchanged
humorous glances. Mike said, above
the swish pf paper, flying on the
3 plane? They told me at the store
she left around noon. That means
she probably phoned for reserva
tions. The airlines people would
know whether she actually left on
that plane.”
John Morton yawned. "Well, why
shouldn’t she?”
Mike dialed a combination of
numbers with a square determined
finger. "Hello, Central Airport?
Daly of the Evening Star. Can you
tell me if a Mjss Joan Merrill or a
Miss Jill Morton booked passage
on the >3 p.m. plane
day? O.K.—”
"This young man
mind,” Morton said
Shouldn’t Jill have reached the air
port? Why shouldn't she
flown on the 3?
Mike Gets
"I see.” Mike
tp Chicago to-
is out of his
bluntly. "Why
have
Why—”
Bad News
frowned. "I—see.
You—haven’t heard from her since?
I—see, Thanks,” He replaced the
receiver slowly. "She never got as
far as the airport. A Miss Joan Mer
rill called for reservations shortly
after 1 today. Her tickets are still
there. Her place was finally taken
by a Henry Vale, of Merbrook, N.J,,
five minutes before flying time. 1
was afraid of something like that.”
"But Mike,” Toni said incredu
lous, "maybe she missed., the plane-
Maybe—”
"Then why didn’t she come back
here? Or take the next plane?” He
let the words sink in slowly. "I’ll
tell you why. Because she went off
somewhere—willingly or hot—with
Slick Allen. And Slick Allen is a
criminal with a record from here to
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STAFFA WMS. PLANS
SERIES OF ACTIVITIES
The regular monthly meeting of
the Staffa W.M.S. was held at*the
home of Mrs. George Butson. Mrs,
Arthur Kemp presided, Fourteen
were present. Roll call was ansr
wered by naming a Foreign pr Home
Misionary, Mrs. Aidworth
charge of the business
Plans were made to hold
uuul Easier Thankoffering
Sunday, April 20, instead
usual morning service, Plans were
made to hold a pot luck tea on
March 28 in the town hail, also to
prepare contributions for a
sionayy bale.
The April meeting will be
at Mys. Cecil Boymans home,
devotional period theme was "Fol
lowing Christ’s Way in the Home”,
Mjss Vera H^mbley read the scrip
ture lesson. Mrs. Aidworth played
softly the Meditation Hymn, Prayer
was offered by Mrs, Kemp. Mrs,
Thomas Drown gave an interesting
reading of short sketches of Miss
A. J. Archibald -of San Fernando,
Trinidad. A social half-hour was
spent, refreshments being served.
was to
ppriod-
the an-
servlce
of the
held,
The
Toni answer-
Old Home Week,”
Mike stepped in-
tlie SceneMike op
He grabbed her shoulders fierce
ly. "Where’s Joan? They said at
store She’d gone home hours ago.
Where is she?”
Toni said to the. room at large.
"This is Mike.” T1 ”
turbed young man,
soothing of syllables, "Look. Mike,
she went back home. She said she
sent you a note that would explain
everything and—”
He caught up on the breath lost
in taking the two flights of stairs
in high. "I haven’t been back to
my room yet. I ran all the way from
the office to tell her to get out of
town and get out fast. Toni, the
wires are full of the Whole thing-
all about the real Joan Merrill
cabling
and—”
John
room.
Mikb
"And a swell father you turned out
to be, marrying
turning your only
the world! No
into trouble. I
poke your nose
principles.”
Morton was staggered. "Look
here,” he began.
"Mike,” Toni chiseled her way in
to the conflict. "Joan’s safe and
there’s nothing to wotry about. .She’®,
not suspected of a thing. We—•”
"Toni,” Mike was desperate, "the
news hasn’t hit the streets yet. But
it Will in no time. An arrest is ex
pected and with her prison ;Tp-
eofd—”
Morton gulped.
Toni said hastily, "But Mike—we
know everything. Joan is—Jill Mor
ton. This is her father, John Mor
ton.”
Jill’s father found his voice with
an effort. "My daughter has a very
fertile imagination, I’m afraid. I've
been a widower since .she was born.
And if she has a prison record,
that’s news to me,”
"Jill Morton?” Mike’s reason
threatened to crumble before their
very eyes. "But Jill Morton was
kidnapped. The papers-—”
"Jilt’s on her way home to Ohl*
• cago, Mike. She .left this afternoon
to make the 3 p.m. plane.”
New Complications
Lyle Putnam added a further
ntr-m of Information. "The kid next
; told me die left with her
Then to the dis
in the most
from the 'steamship Arcadia
Morton.lumbered across the
"I’m her father,”, he said.
whirled on him bitterly.
some dame and
daughter out into
wonder she got
have a mind to
just on general
there. Did you ever tell Slick any
thing about her, Toni?”
. "Only—” Tohi’s eyes were large
•only about the
was here and
was in love
horrified, "—•
Lyle Putnam
Joan—Jill—he
her.”
said Michael
and
time
told
with
"That tears it,”
Daly bitterly. "Maybe you’ll find
you have a kidnaping case on your
hands yet, Mr. Morton.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
MBS. GEORGE H. FAIRLES
DIES FOLLOWING STROKE
Mrs. (Grace, Rogers Fairies, wife
of George H. Fairies, died at her
home in Lucan on Sunday following
a stroke which she suffered last
Monday. Mrs. Fairies w^s
daughter of the late William
ers and Martha Goodman,
was twice married. Her first
band was the late Richard T.
ter, of Toronto., Fourteen years
ago she married George H, Fairies,
the
Rog-
She
hus-
Bax-
al-Young men can play ‘catch’
most anywhere, but when they real
ly want to play ball, they straight
way secure a diamond. Young la
dies don’t need to read this item
if they aren’t interested.
GRANTON—Something
cord was set by James
Biddulpli, in setting -two
February 22nd, and having all the
chickens hatch and survive although
hatched in the height of the storm.
of a re
Mackey,
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