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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1939-09-14, Page 2IHORSDaV, SBri'lBMBEB M, 1»»»THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE J By Isabel Waitt llllllllllllllllllllllll Another Crime I waited for Victor, who told me to go with the others. He’d be along pretty soon. He was leaning over the hot embers, searching with the flashlight I’d given him. It was barely light by now I could see the outline of the Quaker church looming through the fog. How Whi^tlesque and peaceful it looked shrouded in mist by the sea. Yet what grisly secret could it tell? Al most I could have persuaded my self I had imagined the whole busi ness about the hope chest. Could Roddy have stuck out his hand as a hoax to scare me, and then burned the shed for sme unknown reason before he got away? But had he es caped? His car was still in the gar- But if he were anywhere at shown age, the Head, wouldn’t he have up at the fire? Victor Quade called me “Judy”—even he was calling my first name now, common having bred familiarity. I —“does your Uncle Wylie pipe?" back, me by danger loved it smoke a CHAPTER IX a - pipe? faint mom my uncle's Quade, that a™.........................................r"T!.......... ',t ...m Exeter Simea-Aiinntair Established 1873 and 1887 at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday uorninj; SUBSCRIPTION—?2.0:0 per year in advance RATES—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c. each insertion for first four insertions. quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar ticles. To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c. per line of six word*, Reading notices 10c. per iipe, Card of Thanks 50c. Legal ad vertising 12 and 8c. per Zine. Ia Memoriam, with one verse 50c. extra verses 25c, each. Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association The Exeter Lions Club have launched their second drive for funds to carry on their child welfare work, particularly sight saving .Since the inauguration of the club the following work has been carried on for underprivileged children; supply 3096 pints of milk; held 17 eye examinations; provided 9 pairs of glasses; provided for 15 tonsil and adenoid re movals; supplied 2 pairs orthopedic braces and boots; sponsored juvenile jockey and base ball teams; sent 10 boys to boy’s summer camp; provided Christmas entertainment for a thousand children, giving toys, candy and clothing; provided an outfit of clothing for a blind boy to enable admission to a school for the blind; a donation to the Canadian Na tional Institute for the Blind. Money spent through this organization goes from 2% to 5 times as far as the mopey spent individually. To carry on the work the local Lions Club have inaugurated their second drive for the raising of money, 25c. each subse- Illl)llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll she said. It wasn’t in his pocket when she undressed him. I hadn’t mentioned the finding of that pipe. But it wasn’t on the kitchen shelf where he always put it at night just before going to bed. Though it made more work for me, I was glad our high schooler had gone right home after doing the dishes last night, out of this mess. Quincy’s cereal, soaked milk, as he liked it, “—killed Roddy Lane, house and jumped into Hugh Norcross was saying. “You’ve got it twisted, my boy,” boomed the minister. “Roddy killed Brown, more likely. The fire was his funeral pyre. Then Lane disap peared from the Head.” Lily tittered, twiddling a string of pearls. “How, please? I didn’t hear no airplane.” Conjectures Thaddeus Quincy thumped his cane. “Listen, folks. This is a lot of fun, I know, conjecturing about murders. But you’re all wrong. The whole business is a series of odd coincidences. Very odd. First, Judy has the jitters and imagines she sees something. Well we proved there was nothing there, didn’t we Then the bridge broke down at the same time as a car backfired, and we' assumed it was blown u-p. I’ll wager the police don’t think so. Next that fish shed burns. Spontaneous com bustion, probably. Place wasn’t fit to live in anyway. Just a shack full of tar paper and oily ropes and old tarpaulin. A wonder any one could sleep in the dump, but some one did. Judy and I saw the light through the one window. Couldn’t see in. Too dirty and cobwebby. Had a paper curtain over it too, didn’t it, Judy? I just remember slits of light.” I nodded and he continued, “Old man may have been smoking. But it was an accident, pure and simple, didn’t kill nobody. He’s a skunk, but he’s far away now. how, Miss Kendall, he came in and left the same way.” Victor Quade stood up and Mr. Quincy stopped abruptly. “You’re wrong, too4 unfortunately.” Victor said quietly. “Lane’s car is still in the -castle garage. It’s now,” he glanced at his watch, “Not quite 5. Mrs. Gerry says the Head is the last place on the trade people’s route Milk not until noon. Being a holiday, there’ll be no mail. Market man tomorrow. You can see we have quite a little time before the first person along that empty stretch of road you call the Neck discovers the broken bridge and summons aid. Funny Rockville didn’t see the fire, but remember the fog was mighty dense, and we project nearly five miles out to sea. Take it for a bonfire to honor the Fourth if they chanced to see it." “So what?” Bessie interrupted. “Just this, my friends. Your Rod dy Lane did not leave the Head. His car last the was I propose further search. “Mr. De Witt and Mr. Potter, you take another look at the garage. See if you can get into the Lane castle. Break a window if necessary. Here are the keys to my trailer. Scout around. But especially scan the rocks.” Bessie- began to cry, and Hugh said resentfully. “I think you might consider the ladies. My sister—” “Of course. You girls help Mrs. Gerry. Poor woman, she needs it.” Bessie left the room, but Lily and I sat tight, while Victor continued his directions. Lily begged to be allowed to join the hunt. “All right, Miss Kendall, you and Mr. Hugh What’s-your-name, take the church end and the woods. Scour the shore. Yours is the quieter side toward the cove, You might .find something. Anyway, if Brown or Lane is in those woods, come quiet ly back. The Head is so tiny you all ought to search it in bo time. But don’t touch anything you may find, j pocket and then 'went on* down to I wouldn’t go into the church base- j the kitchen to hunt. He looked meat till the police come,” I tired and chastened and worried, Mr. Quincy folded his hands, his [ Aunt Nella must have bawled him lips working pitifully. I could have I out plenty, and the guilt of what he squeezed Victor when he said, “Mr. might have done the night before Quincy and I will look at. the fire'didn’t help his hangover any, Meek ruins." And ho seized the invalid’s little man; he’d be good for a long chair, while I ran to hold open the time now. door. j J followed him down to the kit* I didn’t like to be left behind, but ehen. Aunt Nella began hissing at I they’d virtually dismissed me, so I; him right before Lily Norcross, who had no choice. I fixed a tray for ■ had gone out to talk with auntie jUncle Wylie, which Aunt Nella took,because she didn’t want to be alone. I up. Bessie wiped and I washed the(Uncle Wylie went down to the ruins [dishes. Every other minute one of of the old shed. He was lifting the Ins would race to the door, and RS ahawl when I called to him not to [soon as we were through. I ran down [touch anything. Then he just to where the ether men were grad-. walked around, eyes on the ground, ually collecting around the ruins of .hunting for the pipe Victor had in the fish shed, his pocket. I hadn’t told him about Bessie Norcross stood clinging to it, because I didn’t want to alarm a piazsfe post. She wouldn’t budge J him too much with implications; till her brother came for her, she he’d know soon enough. But now 1 said. And of course my aunt and started after him, only to see the uncle ware in their room at the car coming hack. At least she I carried in with was Mr. hot burned his the sea,” Why, like won- tpye- going to ? Just Did Uncle Wylie smoke Why, one never saw him without it—a smudged little old briar that smelled to high heaven. “Yes, why?” “Keep it under your hat. Take a squint at this.” I took a squint in the ing light. Looked like pipe, all right. “But, good land, Mr. was hours ago—if he dropped it.” “Exactly. Maybe he didn’t drop it. If I’d found it written in one of my books I’d say it was a plant.” “In one of my books? But ,1 thought you were just beginning to write. You said—” “Come along Judy. We might as well have coffee, too.” He smiled down at me rather grimly, I thought “Don’t give me away, will you? Quade is my real name. If I told you my pen name you’d see me mobbed with pink teas and autograph hounds I needed a rest—to get away from all that. No one ever heard of Vic tor Quade. I may have to tell them myself. That Quincy fellow sus pects me.” I couldn’t speak. One second I puffed with pride to be in the con fidence of an author famous enough ■ to be mobbed; the next, my hopes fell. I mustn’t let myself like him. He’d never give me a thought. Pro bably he was married anyway. As tonishingly, I heard myself say, 'Lucky you didn’t bring Mrs. Quade.’ “Mother? She’d never ride with a trailer. Or did you mean- you artful little devil, that! And I’ve spent years dering how to do that on my writer. Judy Mason, you’re be a great help to me.” I felt all happy again, pleases a woman so much told she’s a help. Breakfast I ran on ahead to help Aunt Nella. She was the quickest thing you evei* saw in her kitchen. Already coffee was percolating, Lily Kendall was turning toast. She’d poured too much cream into the cups. I halved it from cup to cup and set her to getting plates and spoons. Such a hubbub in that dining room! Auntie and I decided we might as well boil eggs, too, and let them fix their own oranges. If we didn’t we’d just have to give them a regular breakfast in an hour Murder and explosions and fires can work up awful appetites. The Rev. Mr. De Witt consumed five three- minute eggs. “Give ’em all they want,” Aunt Nella said. “They’H be leavin’ soon.” Auntie hadn’t stopped to change her clothes. She looked like the Witch of Endor. I told her she’d better fly, because when the police came all our pictures might get into the Rockville Gazette. She just sat at the kitchen table weeping into her coffee. If Wylie’s pipe had set the fire she didn’t care what happened, Nothing as to be Stubborn Cases of Constipation Those Who keep a mass of impurity pent up in their bodies, day after day, instead of having it removed as nature intended, at least once in every twenty-four hours, in variably suffer from constipation. The use of cheap, harsh purgatives will never get you atty where as they only aggravate the trouble and in jure the delicate mucous lining of the bowels, and are very liable to cause piles, If constipated take Milbum’s Laxa-Livcr trills and have a natural movement of the bowels. They do not gripe, weaken and sicken as many laxatives do. The T. Milburn Co., Ltd,, Toronto, Ont, it time. Searching- the Ruins “Don’t come any closer,” Victor cautioned. “Don’t touch a thing,” “Glory be — they’ve found some thing. Ain’t it excitin’?" Lily burst her pearls down poor Mr. Quincy’s neck as he leaned forward, point ing with his cane. “See it? That, girls and boys," Thaddeus shouted, “is the corus de- lici, without which there can be no murder. Now all we have to do is to find out if it’s Brown or Lane." “Or both of them,” Potter said, shuddering. “You girls *go back,” Victoi* said, taking the shawl Mr. Q. handed him from his shoulders and charred torso the- ashes and cribe it here; never before and blackened beyond recognition. What little there was left might have been anybody. Could experts tell whether the remains were of an old man or a middle-aged.? I won dered. “Of course it was sure,” Mr. Quincy have found Lane’s Diamonds will burn being allotropic- forms of carbon, but not in a fire like this. Well, there wasn’t any ring we could find, was there, Quade?” “No, only don’t tell the police we poked.” CHAPTER X Professional Cards 4 Will be held GLADMAN & STANBURY covering the the midst of I won’t des- horrible. I’d lying in debris. it’s too seen a body burned Old Man Brown said, “or we’d diamond ring, under pressure, said, any- the woods.” agreed. “That’s right, and this was an accident. you know Lane didn’t walk Lane Tickets at 25c each are now being sold, and a drawing will be made FRIDAY EVENING OCTOBER 6th when the prizes will be distributed. 1.—Trip to the World’s Fair, value $200.00. 2—Sparton Radio, value $79.95. 3. —-C. C. M. Boy or Girl’s Bicycle, value $35.00, 4. —Lady or Gent’s Coat or Suit, value $25.00. Also One Ton of Coal, Set of Graniteware, value $10.00; All Wool Single Plain Blanket; 100 Pounds of Sugar, 20 Gallons of Gasoline; Hot Point Iron; $5.00 in Merchandise. Holders of the lucky tickets will be allowed to purchase these prizes for 25 cents. Boy’s or Girl’s C.C.M. Bicycle or $50.00Jin Merchandise to be Given Away Free The following merchants co-operating with the Exeter Lions Club are handing out tickets from their store from now until October 5th and Sth on a free draw for the above prizes. Lane mean As to a car is still in the garage. Saw it night when we searched. I had flashlight. It’s my belief Judy right, but now it’s daylight and “That just leaves us where we were before,” Lily Kendall “Mr. Norcross and I didn’t see body in Hugh skipped, How do to town?” “Bless you, I don’t. He may have,” Victor agreed. -“But is it logical to suppose he did—a man with a car?” “And the car’s still over there,” the minister thundered. “Strange, Passing strange.” “There wasn’t a thing wrong wTth the trailer,” Albion Potter added. “Did you go into the castle?” “No, we didn’t.” De Witt said. “Breaking and entering—I thought we’d better wait for the police. But Potter here shinned, uip on a bal cony and saw that one room had been used all right. Suitcase on bed, wasn’t there, Potter, clothes strewn about?” Albion nodded. “Couldn’t much, but the bed didn’t look it had been slept in.” “A man’s clothes? You — you couldn’t be sure they were Lane’s?” “How could I? But a man’s all right. Helter - skelter, pajamas, shirts, jumbled out of an open suit case.” “It’s beginning to make sense,” Victor Quade said. “How about it you people? We can do a lot to clear up this business for the police, and the more we find out the more we’ll be saved afterwards. What do you say we lake a good look at the bridge first, post a sentry in case anybody should happen along the Neck bright and early, and then have a general co-operative get-together and clear up what we can?” The Wrecked Bridge Potte” offered to drive as many could crowd into his car down the wrecked bridge, and the rest us started for the inn. Victor whis pered to me to search the absentees’ rooms for that square diamond. “Too valuable to be left. Quincy says,” I felt glad he trusted me to do it. I got a look into nearly every room—not thorough, of course, but a glance in the most likely places. Bessie stayed in her room, so all I could do Was toss the bed together and peek around, search seemed silly, ring under stances and bermaid to of the fire, Uncle Wylie bumped into me on the stairs. “Seen my pipe, Judy?” He fished futility from pocket to the and see as if as to of Personally, the Who’d steal a such dreadful circum- then leave it for a cham- find? Down in the ashes they’d find it. All you have to do is to write plainly your name and address on these tickets, deposit them in the boxes in any of the stores or at the Times-Advocate and then be at the big frolic on October 5th and 6th. EXETER McColl-Frontenac Cook’s Rock Bottom Store Chainway Stores Ltd. F. G. Wright & Co. Bruce Rivers Huron Lumber Co. W. C. Allison W. W. 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The old wooden planks had been blown to splinters and washed away by the swirling waters below. Only the jagged edges, abutting the Head and the Neck, were left -of the long-used, low crossway. They told a story like a song without words. The po lice might dredge around that point toward the cove side, the best chance was to scan the shore. They might find bits of a time bomb, but the men all doubted it. You see, it had to be a time bomb Victor had explained; or else have one of the cars stop, and some one get out and set off the dynamite fuse, or whatever was used. And the cars didn’t stop. No one got out. Who Blew Up Bridge? “But why couldn't some one from Rockville have blown up the bridge right after we crossed?” somebody asked. (I was fold about this after ward.) That, of course, was possible on account of the darkness. Or it might have been one of those at home on ■ the Head that evening —- Hugh or Mr, Quincy or Victor Quade or Lily or Aunt Nella or I. eliminate my aunt, Quade and myself, only sure Of myself, The general consensus was that either Ml’, Brown had blown the bridge after killing Roddy, or vice I I felt I could Mr. Q., Victor After all, I was versa. Only after the identification of that charred, grisly corpse could one be sure. Even so, I shivered to recall. Roddy hadn’t used his car; and Brown was frail and old. Was he capable of removing a dead body from the church basement to the fish shed? We were still at a standstill. Victor said: “Let’s try to help one another. Shall we sit on the porch. Judy, go get your uncle." So I called Uncle- Wylie, who came slowly back, looking rather sheep ish before his guests, sitting in the hammock, the porch rockers and even on the steps, Up panted the minister. Had he, too, gotten cold feet? 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