HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-04-10, Page 2WUIWAY, AVRIL 10th, 1041 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE
WW1
by ANNE MARY LAWLER
ESTABLISHED »»77
c,
*
Lyle Tells His Part
“Yes, X recognized her right
away, il tried to talk to her at Mor
ton’s but she wasn’t having any.
I bribed that big redhead and got
the address. I came here that night.
Somebody was in the kitchen. JiU
closed the door?’
“I was in the kitchen,” Toni sup
plied.
“I told her I knew she was JiU
•denied it. Then—
loved her?’ A defiant
Morton. She
then I said—I
look at John Morton.
“I know it doesn’t make sense.
Nothing makes much sense any
more. But it’s quite true. You
see, my mother pushed me into that
engagement ‘back in Chicago,
crazy about Valerie then,
ated is the word, I guess,
ways liked Jill—and that’s
didn’t want to marry her—for her
money. I suppose I was in love
with her all along and never had the
sense to know it.”
Toni Told SUck
Toni broke in. “I heard part of
your conversation that night. It
had me puzzled. I couldn’t under
stand why Joan—Jill—should tell
you that she nevei* saw you before.
She’d admitted dozens of times that
she’-d met you. And I couldn't
understand what would make you
tell her you had to marry another
woman 'before you realized you were
in love with her. It didn’t make
sense. I—worried about it a lot.
Then—I—'told Slick.”
John Morton asked: “Who is this
Slick person?”
“He’s my boy friend,” Toni con
fessed. “I mean—he was. I met
him about a year ago at a party.
My roommate, Doris, introduced
him to me.”
“What else do you know about
him?” Mike interrupted.
“Not much,” Toni was apologetic.
“I never gave it that much thought.
I knew he had a nice car and enough
money and he said he was in the
importing business. He was out of
town a lot. He was supposed to be
out of town right now. That’s why
I said that—”
Mike cut in bluntly. “Joan—hang
it, I always think of her as Joan—
was afraid of him. So I got her to
. introduce us. His face was familiar,
but I couldn’t catalogue it. Every
minute of my spare time I’ve spent
in the newspaper morgue going
through old photos and clippings.
“This morning—just before the
news got out about the Joan Mer
rill on the Arcadia—I found him.
He was tied up with a smuggling
ring six years ago in Miami. He
used another name there. Duke
Baldwin. But it’s the same .guy.
“He was also mixed up in some
bootlegging racket und a blackmail
job. Nothing serious ever pinned
on him. Kidnaping is a new line
for him.”
“While we sit her talking,” John
Morton aganized, “where is Jill?
She may be dead, she may be—”
Council of War
Mike was deadly calm. “We’re
not supposed to know she’s been
snatched. For all we know, she’s
on her way home. That gives us
overnight to wait for her reappear
ance in Chicago. .Smooth work. How
he picked this time is hard to tell.
Maybe he met her on the street,
offered her a lift. I know She’d
never willingly go any distance with
him. But if she was in a hurry—”
i John Morton said eagerly, “It’s
V6i'y simple then. All we do is no
tify the police about the green
roadster and—”
“And find a dead body in a ditch
tomorrow morning!” Mike snarled.
“No, this has to be done quietly.
Where would a bootlegger, now in
the smuggling business, be likely to
have a hangout?”
“On the border, or near there?”
Lyle hazarded.
Mike eyed him with new respect.
“Right. Near the border. That
would mean the Canadian highway.
We can quietly check on the green
car that way.*
“Now, Toni, think hard. You’re
I was
InfatU"
I’d al-
why I
Illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
our only link with Slick. If he took
her out at the city in broad daylight,
you can certainly rest assured he
doesn’t think anybody saw him, He
couldn’t count on a small kid being
so observant. That tneans he figures
he has at least 12 hours and maybe
more than that before the hue and
cry goes -up. He’s supposed to be
out o-f town on business and nobody
can even remotely suspect him.
Where would he go?”
Toni looked -baffled. “I—don’t
know, The border—”
Where is the Hideout?
Mike (pounced on the answer glee
fully. “That’s it! Where does he
go?”
“I don’t know—not really,” The
small girl was almost in tears.
“•Somewhere along the lakes. A
friend of his owns a hunting and
fishing lodge.”
Mike shouted.
lodge!
Toni?”
Toni
name.
but I don’t remember.”
Lyle grabbed her shoulder.
“You’ve got to remember. You’ve
got to. If you saw a map do you
think you could—”
“Maybe,” doubtfully, “maybe if
I saw a map I could remember. But
it’s’ all so
important
“When
you know
“Of coui*se| A
Just the thing! Where,
was bewildered. “An Indian
He’s told me <a dozen times,
'He was gone a
I nevei* wrote
said he moved
town had an In-
vague and it was never
before and—”
was he there last that
of?” Mike asked.
“Last summer,
couple of weeks,
him because he
around a lot. The
dian name, if it really was a town.
It was an estate on a lake some
where. Belonged to a wealthy man
—■” she ransacked her brain fur
iously. “His name was Co—Cor—
something.’’
“Cornelius?” Mike prompted.
“Corliss?” Lyle suggested.
“•Corbin?”
John Morton put in.
Toni twisted her hands despair
ingly. ‘“(Something like that—‘but
not exactly. If I could 'only re
member!”
Going into Action
i
Mike turned to Lyle,
garage at the corner,
road maps.” Lyle
“There’s a
They’ve got
disappeared
through the door... j;“You> Mr.^Mor
ton, get hold of that detective of
yours.”
Morton said, “I think he’s gone
back home. I took him off the
case.”
“Call the office and locate him.
Give them all the (particulars. Tell
them about the roadster in particu
lar and have them watch .for ran
som notes at your home. Nothing
to the newspapers, understand? not
yet. It’s dangerous. Speaking of
newspapers, you can call the Star—
that’s my sheet—and make a state
ment that your daughter has been
found and is on her way home.
That’ll put -Slick off the track. Try
to act nonchalant.”
“Nonchalant!” John Mort-on
groaned. “And my daughter kid
naped!” He looked, for a moment,
like a very old man. “Will they—-
kill her?”
“No. They only want money,”
Mike said, reassuringly, but remem
bering Slick’s hooded, cold eyes, he
could not really be sure.
CHAPTER XXVI
Bilious Attacks
Liver Complaint
^Biliousness is just another name
for & dogged, or doggish liver. It
is a Vbry common complaint^ but can
be quickly remedied by stimulating
the flow of bile. This Softens the
accumulated mass, the poisons are
carried out of the system, and the
liter and bowels are relieved, and
toined up.
Milburn’s Laxa-Liver Pills quicken
and enliven the sluggish liver, Open
ing, up every channel, by causing a
free flow of bile and thus cleansing
the liver of the clogging impurities
They are small and easy to tabs
Do not gripe, Weaken or sicken,
TEo T. Milburn Ltd. Toronto, Ont.
The council of war in Toni’s
apartment continued; The New York
road map made its appearance. Mike
spread it widely on the table and
pulled up a chair for Toni.
“Go over this inch by inch,” he
ordered, “and when you see some
thing that looks even remotely fa
miliar, sing out. Try up here along
the border, near the lakes.”
Mike noticed John Morton’s skep
tical frown. It’s the only real clue
we have,” he explained. “We can’t
make a move until we get some idea
of where he may be taking her.
Even at that we may be wrong, but
I doubt it.
“After all, he doesn’t kn-ow he’3
suspected. That’s the big break we
got. If it hadn’t been for the kid
that Saw her get into the car, there’d
be nobody to link him to this 'busi
ness at all. He’ll think he has all
the time in the world. In the mean
while, we can check the Canadian
highway
a pretty
have to
John
vinced.
papers that she’s gone again-if we
offered a reward—or any amount
of ransom—don’t you think we’d
find her quicker? I mean, all this
amateur detective work Is very il
luminating, but it seems to me a
waste of time that may be vital?’
“As soon as we notify the papers?’
Mike explained In the patient tone
a teacher uses .to a third-grade pu
pil, “we put isilek on his guard. He
gets scared. Eanicky?’
Lyle snoke. anrl his tone carried
a tone ox
IliliHIIIIIlinillllliillilllllllllllllilUllllilliir:
and authority. “Mike’s right. We
have to sit tight and wait for de
velopments, Y'ou ought to get a
ransom note ®retty soon. Then we
can try to trace that.”
“The ransom note,” Morton mus
ed, “we could trace it by the post
mark—r”
“Speaking of ransom notes,”
Mike deflated their enthusiasm,
“don’t be surprised if it comes from
New York, If I were kidnaping
a girl Td send the note from a big
city. Harder to trace, Easier to
throw the police offside.
Tracing the 'Map
Mike turned to Toni, feverishly
muttering over the map.
anything, kid?"
Toni was almost in tears.
Mike. Oh, it’s all my fault,
hadn’t told him—”
Mike soothed her. “He was a
smarty, Toni. ’He suspected her
long before you knew anything.
He’s probably put two and two to
gether long before you spilled the
beans.”
Toni rewarded him with a grate
ful, blurred smile, and returned to
her map.
Lyle said suddenly, “Did this
Slick ever send you any postcards
wihen he was on vacation, Toni?”
Toni brushed a hand across her
tired eyes. “A few. I kept them.”
Lyle had a 'further inspiration.
“How about snapshots?”
Toni brightened. “Yes, I have
some snapshots.” She pushed away
from the table, rushed into her
bedroom. Mike and Lyle heard her
pawing frantically through
drawers. (She emerged with
cardboard box, handed it to
Mike stirred the contents
tentative forefinger. A few
postmarked New York,
Washington, Columbus,
stubs. Theatre programs,
ture footballs with colors
nell, Columbia, Princeton,
corsage of what once had been or
chids. The oddments of a senti
mental woman.
Toni explained apologetically, “I
—was rather fond of him.”
Mike went through the box. A
Christmas card. A Valentine. A
telegram—'Mike tore open the yel
low envelope, felt disappointment
overwhelm him. It had been sent
from Albany. A trivial thing, can
celling an engagement. From Al
bany—the previous summer.
“What’s this, Toni?”
Toni glanced at it, explained.
“We had a date. He left town sud
denly. On ‘business.”
Trail Getting Warm
Mike looked at John Morton, de
fiantly,
seems to
a lot. I
business
have a lot to do with one another.’
Lyle took his turn fumbling
through the box, and drew out a
postcard, a bright, lithographed af
fair. “Kingston, Canada,” he said.
Toni offered, “They went over to
Canada foi* a few days.”
“Put that aside, Putnam,” said
Mike. “We’ll chepk it on the map.”
Another postcard, Backet Harbor.
Then, a yellow envelope thick with
snapshots. Mike pounced
hungrily. It was a cheap
folder, the kind drug stores
thousands use to inclose
graphs. But in one corner
vertising-consiCious proprietor had
printed his name—(Ethan Bickley,
Evans Mills.
“Evans Mills,” Mike chortled.
“We’ve got it, Toni.”
The little girl Said positively,
“That’s not it, Mike. It’s hn Indian
name.”
Mike could have howled . With
sheer disappointment, but Lyle made
a practical suggestion! “Find
Kingston, ’Canada, on the map?
Toni’s finger explored the outline
of Lake Ontario, pounced upon the
name. “Here,” she said.
“Now,” Lyle was 'businesslike,
“run your finger across the lake in
.a straight line. (Find anything fa
miliar?”
John Morton stopped his pacing
to look at Lyle with a grudging sort
of admiration^.
Toni
“Y0S,”
Harbor,
FOR
.SALE
BY
“He
“Find
“No,
If I
bureau
a large
Mike,
with a
letters,
•Buffalo,
Ticket
Minia-
of Cor-
A‘faded
“That business of his
take him north of Albany
have a suspicion that this
of his—and ‘the lodge—-
on it
manila
by the
photo-
an ad-
’> ■'
A FINISH FOR EVERY SURFACE
H. S. WALTER
Exeter
KIPPEN EAST INSTITUTE
knitting FOR RED CROSS
A knitting contest sponsored by
the Kippen East W.I., commencing
Jan. 15, has coime to a conclusion.
The captains were Mrs. George
Glenn, and Mrs. Harry 'Caldwell.
Last week the articles made were
shipped to the Red -Cross in Toron
to, with Mrs. Caldwell’s team send
ing in the greatest quantity.
Mrs. Robert Cole, of 'Chiselhurst,
who is in her seventy-eighth year,
won the prize for knitting the most
articles!* A delightful evening at
the home of Mr. and Mrs. William
Bell, honoring the winners, was
staged by the losing team- Bingo
was the feature.
A man may smile and bid you hail
Yet wish you with the devil;
But when good ole Butch wags his
tail
I know he’s on the level.
for a green roadster. It’s
noticeable chariot and he’ll
get gas sometime.”
Morton remained uncon-
“But if we notified the
i
I
........
The? Exeter Times-Advocate
Established 1873 and 1387
at Exeter, Ontario
Published every Thursday moraing
SUBSCRIPTION-—$2.00 per year la
.advance
RATES—Farm or Real Estate jfot
sale 50c, each insertion for first
four insertions. each subse
quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar
ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or
Found 10c. per line of six ward**
Reading notices 10c, per line,
Card of Thapks 50 c. Legal ad
vertising 12 and 8c, peT finp. I«
Memorlasa, with one verse 80c.
extra verses 25c. each.
Member of The Canadian Weekly
Newspaper Association
A. SPENCER & SON
Hensail
FAST ACTION
HELPS PREVENT
MANY COLDS
From Developing Right at Start
At the first sign of a cold, put a few
drops of Va-tro-nol up each nostril.
Its stimulating action aids Nature’s
defenses against colds.
... And remember-vjhen a head cold makes you suffer, or transient conges
tion “fills up” nose, spoils sleep, 3-pur-
pose Va-tro-nol gives valuable help as
it (1) shrinks swollen membranes, (2) relieves irritation,
(3) helps flush out
nasal passages, S-Wclearing clogging
mucus. Enjoy the ...relief.it brings. ¥A-|RO*NOl»
i£B
FORREST-—DICK
A lovely spring wedding was sol
emnized Wednesday at the home
of Mr. George Dick when his young
est daughter, Helen R-psena, was
married to Mr. William Charles
Clifton F'orrest, all of Hensall, Rev.
W. A. Young, of Fergus- officiated
an'd the wedding music was played
by Mrs. Young, who was also solo
ist. The bride looked charming in
a floor-lengtli gown of white net,
and carried -a bouquet of American
Beauty roses, She was attended by
Miss Dorothy Dougall” in a peach
georgette costume. A wedding4 din
ner was served later to the im
mediate relatives and dope friends,
The house decorations were pink and
white and the 'bridal table was
centred with the wedding cake and
daffodils. Mr. and Mrs. Forrest left
for an extended wedding trip.
(Boredom 4s as positive a sensation
as toothache.
a
Professional Cards
GLADMAN & STANBURY
(F. W. Gladman)
BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, &c
Money to Loan, Investments Made
Insurance
Safe-deposit Vaults for use of our
Clients without charge
EXETER and HEN SALL
CARLING & MORLEY
BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, fto,
LOANS, INVESTMENTS,
INSURANCE
Office; Carling Block, Main Stree*.
EXETER, ONT.
Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.P,S.
DENTIST
Office; Carling Block
EXETER, ONT,
Closed Wednesday Afternoons
•fumbled through the towns,
her voice shrilled, “Sacket
We have a card from there.”
Nearer* and Nearer
room was -silent. Toni’sThe
dark head bent intently oVel* the
map.
table,
laboriously read off name
•name. Then—
“Here’s something,” she
nounced, “Parrett’s Corner,
told me he and a couple of friends
went down there twice on Saturday
night for square dances,”
Mike weighed this piece of infor
mation, “A couple of hours’ drive
at the most,” he decided. “iSiielt
wasn’t the type that’d drive all day
for a squint at a few rustles. Put
a mark on Parrott’s Corner, font
Web a getting' nla^us?’*
The three men hung over the
For a full five minutes, Toni
after
un
stick
'I
!•
Dr. H. H. COWEN, L.D.S.,D.D S
DENTAL SURGEON
Office next to the Hydro Shop
. Main Street, Exeter
Office 36w Telephones Res. 36J
Closed Wednesday Afternoons .
Only Chevrolet among low-priced cars gives you all these features
j'S:
ft
>>>
$Ki
ft:
&g:
ARTHUR WEBER
LICENSED* AUCTIONEER
For Huron and Middlesex
FARM SALES A SPECIALTY
PRICES REASONABLE
SATISFACTION GUARANTEED
Phone 57-18 Dashwood
R. R. No. 1, DASHWOOD
i •3
$
B
THi
<->
$
:ft:
«);•
tB
¥
K rjij
f
FRANK TAYLOR
LICENSED AUCTIONEER *
For Huron and Middlesex
FARM SALES A SPECIALTY
Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction
Guaranteed
EXETER P. O. or RING 188
IJ
&
iLy
W.
4
WM. H. SMITH
LICENSED AUCTIONEER
, For Huron and Middlesex
Special training assures you. of your
property’s true value on sale day.
Graduate of American Auction
College
Terms Reasonable and Satisfaction
Guaranteed
Crediton P. O. or Phone 43-3
J. w a. U W W MkJMJ ®
When will you have the chance again to get
money ?so much motor car value
II
Be Chevrolet-wise this year! Check over
the styling and engineering advance
ments illustrated above — extra advan
tages at no extra cost. Check up “what
you get for what you pay” —41 great
features for ’41—the most modern, most
complete low-priced car your money can
buy! For today and./or the years ahead
it pays to pick Chevrolet! See your
dealer for a trial drive, today!
USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUAL
FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY '
Head' Office, Exeter, Ont.
President ............ JOHN McGRATH
Dublin, Ont.
T. G. BALLANTYNE
.1
t
Vice-Pres,
Woodham, R.R. 1
DIRECTORS
W. H. COATES ......
JOHN HACKNEY ...
ANGUS SINCLAIR ..
WM. HAMILTON ...
CANADIAN-BUILT
BY GENERAL MOTORS
............ Exeter
Kirkton R. 1
.. Mitchell R. 1
Cromarty R. 1
AGENTS
JOHN ESSERY ................ Centralia
ALVIN L. HARRIS .......... Mitchell
THOS. SCOTT ....,........... Cromarty
SECRETARY-TREASURER
B. W. F. BEAVERS ............ Exeter
GLADMAN & STANBURY
Solicitors, Exeter
The World’s Finest
Anthracite
is Trade Marked Blue. . Order
Blue Coal and we have it, also
Large Lump Alberta Coal
HAM CO Dustless Coke
Prices are Right
A. J. CLATWORTHY
Phono 12 Granton
We Deliver
■N
Our Sympathy' goes o-ut to the
poor sailer boy
tatooed oh his
married a vlkeh
who had “'Sally”
fthfest—and later
named Hilda,