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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-05-01, Page 2Thursday* may ion THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE by ANNE MARY LAWLER “Besides, Fete Gill, the milkman, allowed he seen a car goto’ into the Little (Finger Road late last night. Big green car, like the one used to be ‘round a lot last sum’ men,” Mike and Lyle exchanged de­ lighted glances. '“’Course*” the waiter was toler­ ant, “Pete Gill .sometimes takes a mite too much, particularly on cold *• nights when he hauls the milk from Turntown and Ames, so maybe it ain’t true, after all.” “Maybe not,” Mike agreed. “Well we’ll tackle the City Hall first. And we’d like some information about this place, too. History and all that. It’s pretty old, I take it. Later on we may take a spin or to the 'Corlear shack. Maybe somebody’s there. Maybe not.” Camouflaging After breakfast, Mike insisted on photographing the famed City Hall, on having a long and intimate talk with the proprietor of the Copper Kettle, and taking notes and photo­ graphs of the inn. They idled the day with camera and notebook, and late in the after­ noon made a quick trip over to Ames to check with Toni. Toni had little to offer. New York was awaiting the ransom note. John Morton was, of course, prac­ tically out of his mind with worry. The Police Department was help­ less to act, although Toni’s apart­ ment was being closely watched, and detectives were making quiet in­ quiries about (Slick, his friends and his habits. Mike told her about the green roadster having been seen near* the Corlear place, and ordered her to report the fact on her next phone call. Toni said, “It’s awful, just sit­ ting here staring at a phone and waiting for things to happen. After all, if you’re sure Slick’s got Jill at Wapanucka, why not notify the po­ lice and raid the place?’’ Mike groaned. "We have to wait. If we go of* soo soon, they may escape. We don’t know wheth­ er the Corlear plane is there, either. Don’t forget that.” . Ransom Demanded The phone shrilled. New York announced that the ransom note had arrived. The terms were brief: $100,000 in bills of small -denomin­ ation and varied serial numbers, un­ marked, to be left on a deserted stretch of road in Northern New Jersey. The packet must be wrapped in old newspapers and left 'behind a highway marker, near . an old stone bridge, at exactly midnight on Friday. John Morton was to drive alone to the spot, drop the money and leave immediately. “Friday at midnight,” Mike said excitedly. “That’s tomorrow. Tell him to .go ahead with the ransom and not to breathe a word to the pa­ pers. Now we can move.” Lyle fingered the gun in his pock­ et, and the touch of the cold, reliable steel gave him courage—courage and hope and a wild, unholy desire to crook his finger around the trig­ ger when Slick Allen was within range. 3P New Fears for Jill captivity, Jill found Slick missing from the breakfast table. She re­ membered hearing the drone of a car during the night, and thought: “He’s gone to make arrangements for the ransom. I’ll be free soon.” Mac was oddly restless, and would' volunteer no information to her On the second morning of lie? coaxing questions. Jill said politely: “When Slick gets the money, how soon will it be before I go home?” One glance from his furtive eye, and Jill knew with a swift stab of horror, that Mac, for one, intended that she never should go home. At least, not alive. It came to her Suddenly. It Would be impossible for Mac or Slick to release her, Money or no money. She Baekaehe-Kidneys Cry for Help Most people fail to recognize the seriousness of a bad bach. The stitches, twitches, and twinges are. bad enough and' cause great suf­ fering, but back of the backache and the cause of it all is the dis­ ordered kidneys crying apt a Warn­ ing through the back- A pain in the back is the kidneys’ cry for help* Ge to their assistance,. Get a box of Doan’s Kidney Bills* A remedy for backache and sick kidneys* HDoajj/Si** are put up. in an Oblong grey 'mix’ with our trade Mark a ' ’''Maple Leaf” on the wriawerif Refuse substitutes. Get"Doan ?s*’ ’ The T. Milbum Co,, LW.( Toronto. Ont. knew too much about the tavern, and Tim> and the knockout drops, 'She knew Slick, She had seen Mac., She could tell too much about the lodge. A cold spasm of fear constricted her heart, Suddenly Jill remem­ bered headlines, countless headlines, telling of bodies found in unfre­ quented spots, -of ransom money paid out by anxious families and then—silence. It would be all right to return a baby, Jill thought bleakly. A baby* couldn’t talk. Couldn’t give evidence ip a court of law. Jill Plana Escape Mac watched Jill closely all day. At night he gathered UP her clothes and locked the door, as usual. “He’s alone and he needs his sleep,” she deduced with unaccus­ tomed craftiness. “They can’t work a double shift on me tonight, I’ll have to get away before morning.” But it was cold, bitterly cold. Snow had fallen lightly all after­ noon. But better to freeze to death, she thought, than to stay and be murdered in cold 'blood. Jill waited until rhythmic snores from down the hall announced Mac’s surrender to slumber. Then she rose noiselessly, lighted her lamp. She had only her night­ clothes and a light woollen bath­ robe and bedroom slippers. But wait—there were blankets. And she had manicure scissors in her bag. Stealthily she shaded the lamp so that its rays would not reach the door. She then propped a chair under the knob and went to work. The scissors was small and not intended for cutting up heavy blan­ kets. But Jill worked doggedly until she had snipped two generous squares of wool. These she hound to her feet with ribbons from her gown, around and under the bed­ room slippers. They would afford warmth to her feet for a long hike. They would also muffle any sound. Two sheets knotted into a rope would, Jill judged, reach far enough down to let her drop to the terrace with a minimum of danger, She flashed her light cautiously out the window, gauged the distance. Then she bound one off the sheets to the leg of the bed and pushed the bed as close to the window as she dared, She blew out the light, drop­ ped the extra blankets out of the window to- the terrace below, and with a muttered prayer, slid across the sill. She Reaches the Ground The sheets whistled through her palms, searing the skin. But they held. Suddenly, Jill was sitting on the terrace, tangled in the blankets. Her ankles hurt. Her hands were raw. She had fallen rather heavily. For a moment, Jill sat motion­ less, fearful that Mac might have •heard. When no sound betrayed him, Jill rose laboriously to her feet, wrapped herself in the blankets, and tiptoed from the terrace. The snow muffled the sound of her steps. Jill avoided the walk and clung to the shadow of the trees. Her” window had looked out on the ga­ rage, She knew that Mac had brought his car. It might be—just a slim chance—that Mac would be less wily than Slick, He might have left his keys in the car. Jill opened the garage door and slipped in. Only one car met her gaze; the long, low roadster. Jill almost wept with disappointment. Slick had taken Mac’s car, then. Jill opened the side door, groped along the dashboard. No, of course, the keys were not there. -She re­ membered that 'Slick kept a flash­ light in the side compartment. She opened it, and her -fingers explored tentatively, gratefully grasped the cold metal cylinder. A light would be a help. She drew it out, and a slight rattle caught her ear. She switched the light on the compart­ ment, and here, under a wisp of rag, lay the car keys. Will She Succeed? It took only a moment to slide into the driver’s seat and back the car out of the garage. Then, swing­ ing the roadster around hastily, Jill sped down the drive, hoping and praying that the lane she was tak­ ing would lead to the main highway and not to the lake. The night was bleakly cold. A sullen moon lighted the latte enough that Jill need not risk further de­ tection by flashing on the lights. The car gained speed, and she sent it racketing down the lane, hard and furibWed with frost, If only she would not meet Slick return­ ing-— She came to a crossroads, slowed the roadster down. Which way to got Suddenly a black shape loom­ ed upon her, atid she heard a voice shouting. Another car — parked across the road—In panic she twist­ ed the wheel, swung the car left. A shot shattered the silence. So near to freedom and have it snatched i from Iler! A second shot, The windshield splintered. The car teetered along the edge of a ditch, Jill remembered nothing more. CHARTER XXX The driver of the car Jill had heard late Thursday night had, as she suspected, been Slick-Slick headed for New York and the riches the ransom money would bring him. He had not taken the low,, long, powerful green chariot, That was a trifle conspicuous, even on dark, roads- far from civilisation and Pry-’ ing eyes. Instead he drove Mac’s modest gray -coupe. Slick lit a cigarette as he drove, thinking to himself with pardonable conceit: “Things couldn’t have worked out better if they’d been planned for a year. Nobody'd ever put the finger on me in this busi­ ness. The note gets mailed when I’m out of town, I come back for a visit, maybe £ay hello to Toni and skip out again. And the cash gets picked up when I’m not in town. You bet I won’t be in town. I’ll be down in Jersey grabbing off $100,- 000.” Dreams of Wealth The lonely miles wheeled by and Slick reviewed his plans. He’d meet Mac in Cleveland, maybe. Divide the cash and they could, break up. He toyed lightly with the idea of double-crossing Mac altogether. It would be simple enough. By the time the ransom money was in the bag, Mac would have murder on his hands. And a man with bloody fingers can’t squeal without catch­ ing his own neck in the noose. But then, on the other hand, Mac wasn’t the kind that would take the criss-cross as ipart of a day’s game. •He had an animal tenacity, a brutal kind of perseverance. He’d be just the kind to dedicate his life to a personal vendetta. No. giving Mac the run-around would be bad busi­ ness. Besides, a hundred grand ought to be enough to divide two ways. Slick abandoned his former idea regretfully. He’d be in New York by morning. He’d see Toni for a minute or so. . Maybe she’d know if the dicks -had been on. the Morton kid’s trail. Nice babe, Toni. Tough, things were breaking this way. Toni was the only girl he’d ever met that he’d be interested in tying up to. However—there were other girls, girls that’d stick by a guy if he got in a jam1 with the law. Toni, Slick regretted, was a dame with a blunt, impervious kind of honesty. Not the proper sidekick for a gent with habits like 'Slick. Slick is Captured It was dawn when Slick finally reached his apartment, let himself in and fell into a weary slumber. Friday he awakened at noon, killed time making a brief tour of his pet hangouts. At 6.30 he strolled •over to Toni’s apartment, rang the bell once, twice, three times. No­ body home. Oh, well, maybe she had to work late. Maybe— Slick became suddenly aware that he was not alone. He whirled, hand on hip pocket, but it was too late. Powerful hands pinioned his arms, ■and a rattle of metal encompassed his wrists. Before he could gather his wits together, a cold voice drawled, “What’d you do with the Morton kid, Slick?” Slick’s smile was a chill and ter­ rible thing. “I don’t know what you,’re talking about.” The huge bluecoated man lifted an eyebrow. “No? Well, we’ll see. Let’s take a stroll down to the Hall, fella. Some folks want to have a talk with you—about the strange disappearance of the Morton girl.” “You haven’t got anything on me,” Slick said arrogantly. “Go ahead, pinch me and see what hap­ pens!” Yeah, see what happens. Mac’ll beat it as fast as he can. Some­ where in the woods’ll be a cold, life­ less body. And nobody, nothing in the world to connect the Ubiqui­ tous Mr. Slick Allen with the Mor­ ton snatch. Denies He Did It “I never met the dame in' my life/’ Slick's voice was deadly. “Just because you lousy cops can’t break a case you’ve got to hang it on the first guy you meet. Well, you can’t make it stick.” The cop taunted, "Never met the dame? She was youY sweetie’s roommate.” “That girl’s name was Metrill. What are you trying to pull on me?” “Hett name Was Jill Motion, and • you knew it, Slick. You’ll burn for this. Kidnapping’s a Federal offense, you know.” Slick snapped* “You’ve got to prove it first.” “Thht Won’t be hard. Nobody but yon knows the Felice ate in on this ransom business, It the cash isn’t picked up at midnight—” Slick remained silent, his brain frantically searching, growing, sift­ ing, churning. He must be careful-— jcareful—one single misstep—’^ne unguarded syllable—and he was licked. • By 7.30 on Friday, Toni had word that Slick was arrested. Hei1 first move was to utoone the Copper Ket­ tle and break the news to Mike and Lyle. She called, once, twice, a dozen times. Mr* Michael and Mr, Lyle, a lazy voice informed her, had left the inn Shortly after lunch and had not returned. A dozen possibilities assailed her. They might have been shot. Killed. Captured. 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Card of Thanks 50c, Legal ad­ vertising 12 and 8c. per fine, la Memorial, with one verse 0OA extra verses 25c. each. Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association The philosopher who argues that, wars are necessary to reduce the population should be included in the surplus.* * To most men there are two ways of doing anything: their way and the wrong way. * stay patiently at Ames until heard from them? Or should take matters in her qwn hands go after them? Milto and I*yle Gone At last inspiration struck her. -She called the police station at Clay­ ton, asked to apeak to the .Chief of Police. He was, she was informed, at home. She got the home phone number and called that. A plea­ sant female voice revealed that Le­ muel had left early in the after­ noon with a deputy gnd two young fellows from tile Copper Kettle Inn. That was enough for Toni, If Mike and Lyle had tied up with the law, there was no use in worrying. For the first time in days she knew a little peace of mind. Mike and Lyle had, after a long conference, decided to deal the po­ lice in on the Wapanucka game. Accordingly, after a heavy lunch— just in case they might not eat again for some time—they paid a visit to Lemuel Dillon, Chief of Police of •Clayton. He listened with great po­ liteness, but little bedief to their sus­ picions that Wapanucka was- the Morton girl. Lyle lost his temper, but Mike merely suggested, in a deceptively gentle voice, that Lemuel make a 'call to the headquarters of the New York police. Something in earnestness -swayed the chief, he put the call through. He tened, with growing horror indignation, to sounds from other end of the wire. When he replaced the receiver, Lemuel Dil­ lon was ready, willing and anxious to lead a raid on the Corlear lodge. In the Woods ■Lem bristled with ideas. “Look here,” he said, “if this guy hasn’t started for the money yet, chances are he’s still in the lodge. We could surround the place pretty easy and wait for him to come out. There's only one lane from Wapanucka to the highway. The other goes back to a dead end ;at the lake. We could park a car at the crossroads to Little Finger, and wait for him to show his face. Then it’d be ■a cinch to march right in and gather up thpse tha.^arp toft.” Lyle argued, “-But if he doesn’t- come out?” Lemuel said tersely, “Somebody’s got to get the ransom money. Maybe Slick’s got somebody tagged for that. Maybe not. If he’s hanging around the lodge now, he’d .have to start for New York before night to get there by midnight, that’s a cinch. If he’s already on his way down, we’ll get him when he comes back. “If .we don’t grab .him sneaking out before midnight, we’ll just go. in and clean the place out. I got a good deputy, Joe Boyle. And you two fellows. That gives us four. Ought to be enough. Too many: get in each other’s way—-and they’re too noticeable.” Shortly before 3 o’clock in the af­ ternoon, Lemuel, Joe, Mike and' Lyle skulked behind a low hill near the Little Finger crossroads, not more than a mile from the lodge. The police car and the black sedan were invisible beyond the brow of- the hill. The afternoon hours dragged by. At any moment, they expected to see the huge green roadster come roaring down the lane. Nothing but silence, Night fell, the sudden, extem­ poraneous twilight of November. “Look!” Lemuel whispered. Through the bare trees, a light shone dimly. “The lodge,” Lemuel grinned, it’s a good thing. If you me freezing to death all for nothing—” But still no sound of nothing but the flickering light through the treetops. Time passed. Tampers frayed thin. At last the light disappeared. Another reap­ peared, After an interval, in an Up­ stairs window. Then that, too,11 was snuffed out. Lyle said dubiously, ”Db you think we’ve made a mistake? May­ be—” A Oar Approaches “Hush!”. Lemuel lifted a horny paw. “Listen.” A faiht purr of a motor rippled the chill night air, Lemuel and Jbe jockeyed the po­ lice car across the roud> hastily* crouched behind it, guns rfeUdy, Lyle and Mike Were *elose behind them. . The motor came Lemuel whispered, a chance to stop, shoot to kill!” AroUhd the bend rushed a long, green noadstet. Lemuel bellowed* "Stop in the name of the law!” The roadster slackened, swetved* Lem-i uel shot. Uyto raised his-pistol arid fired. With a fitackllng Of splih- tefod glass the roadstef teetered •along the edge of a ditch, slid, to a stop against a telephone pole, (TO BE CONTINUED) • When you take the lid; off that box of baby chicks, can’tyou see ‘ your next Fall’S .strong,/money­ making layers? Well, right now is the time to protect yourself and” these future egg layers. Roe Vitafood will give them a . safe start, a head start. It is sweet and palatable, of. medium texture, mixed fresh daily. Follow the example of Ontario’s largest poultrymen—feed Roe Vitafood. Ask your Roe Feeds dealer for your copy of the 32-page booklet of vital information,: “Let’s Grow Better Chicks and Pullets.” CHICK STARTER Sold by: J. A..TRAQUAIR, gitefer W. R. DAVIDSON, Hensail HAROLD KELLERMAN Dashwood' F.,, McNaughton idrkfon VITAMIZED FOR HEALTHFARM PROVEH FOR RESULTS i “The lodge, “Somebody’s in there. And two'd had afternoon a motor closer, louder. “We’ll give him If he doesn’t, LETTERS FROM OVERSEAS The War Time Board is in re­ ceipt of several more letters from the boys overseas in which they all thank the Board for the cartons of cigarettes, the tobacco, and the parcels containing soaps, creams, razor blades, chocolates, gum and many other articles. New (parcels are now being prepared by the women of the Soldiers’ Committee, and will go' forward early in May. Be­ sides “many thanks” all of the boys make: short comment, or give a bit of news for* the folks at home. For instance— Bill Seyvent says: “What you send does come in handy, as things are getting scarce in certain lines, The morning paper is only one sheet folded once. We never get any butter now, but , we do get enough to eat. The flowers are out and the country around here is very pretty. I see Jake and Red quite a bit and they are in the best of health. Jake is still as haippy as he ever was, but we are all anxious to get through and get home again.” R. Rose (brother of Mrs. Archie Davis) says: “Razor blades, writ­ ing paper and chocolates are very hard to get, This week I searched all over our district for chocolates for my wife’s birthday and only got a few at last.” L. B. Lindenfield—“The parcel had many of the things I needed most and the chocolate bars—'boy, oh, boy'—they were swell, had little excitement in trict lately, but some nights we are going to selves being shaken out of bed, but we hope Lady Luck still stays very close. We get rather tired of the same routine day in and day out, but we hope to get a crack at old Jerry some of these days,, and. I ; sure hope it will be soon, so we can- get home again,” Ralph Cornish; “The parcel was just right. It makes us feel better to know that the folks back home are thinking about us over here.” Andy Easton: “It is putting it mildly to say that anything that comes from Canada sure looks good over here, and we- have received quite a bit the last few days. We are getting a little anxious to see some real action so that we might be helping to clean up the mess and get back to Canada where we can enjoy peace and quietness. People, are getting their gardens planted -(March 16th). O.ur rations are the very best—some change from the last time I was over here, but smokes are the big problem. Canadians do not seem to like Eng­ lish tobacco. Hoping you are en­ joying the best of everything.” Verne Smith: “We are all well, and sure appreciate your kindness very much ” . 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