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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1939-11-30, Page 2THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1939 THE EXETER T1MES-ADVOCATE ‘Murder at Pirates Head’ By Isabel Waitt JOIN THE SALADA Mrs. Goven- put on my spotted the others before “That was a swell of Miss Kendall’s at him. painted toward quietly to add A Painting of a Monkey! The artist jumped, his wide eyes bulging wider. “Me?” He shrugged. “Not a thing. Came here to paint, and a fine chance I’ve had! Never saw or heard of the place before. Went to .Rockville first, just as you did, Quade, and a fellow said, when I bought some linseed oil and tur­ pentine. “If it’s scenery you want, go to the Head.’ So I came and liked it, and now wish I hadn’t.” It was the longest speech I’d ever heard from him. The minister wasn’t saying a thing. He stood by the rail, his ser­ mon forgotten, gazing out Rockville. But he faced us when Victor spoke to him. “And you, De Witt, Want a word?” “You mean my prison record? It will doubtless be raked up. I’ll just say this: “I lost money in the Lape Bank failure—several thousand dol­ lars. I came here summers—Rock­ ville, I mean—and preached there, as well as in New York. Because of a scandal, I was ousted from both churches. -Some of the funds for maintenance webe missing. The po­ lice received an anonymous letter hinting that there might be a con­ nection between the embezzlement at the bank and the church affair— perfectly ridiculous. I was accused and sent to prison and served nine months; then one of the deacons confessed. I always thought Lane might have sent that anonymous letter. No proof could be found. There was a horrible interval of suspicion before the police accused me. At the church everyone thou­ ght him guilty. His father had come to me and I’d talked with Roddy earlier; that is tried to get him to do the right thing. If he had taken poor people’s savings or forged my name to a certain check I prayed with him to clear his -conscience. He told me to go to—-Hades. His father my friend, shot himself, wasn’t until after I’d convicted and served know, and if you’ll He left us- and went Victor announced “Several things sound fishy to me. I wouldn’t advise any one to try to get away—in the Eleanor, for instance.” “Including yourself?” cried Hugh “Including myself.” He was rehashing his own status when I went in. I was a sight and the police were due any minute. We might all be taken to Rockville for questioning. I’d fix my hair and jump into a clean dress. That dot­ ted blue voile would do. I hurried to my room. The money? Yes, it was still there! I started to open my closet door and saw I’d have to move the church picture again. Oh, dear, more paint! But this time I was careful and turned it farther along the wall, -taking hold of one corner and re­ versing the painting. Suddenly I sat ■back -plain little place paper monkey I knew of as a pet belonged to -Gloria Lovelace—'Lily Kendall’s ■niece! I began to wonder what rest of the picture looked like. but that been tried and time. Now you excuse me—” to his room, quite bluntly, on my heels and stared. As as day the face of a funny monkey showed through the where I’d wiped it with news- a little while ago. The only the CHAPTER XXVIII The paint was still wet . As I ■'swiped at it with a paper a portrait emerged daubily. Nothing distinct, but a young woman with oodles of curls holding a monkey. If I could get some linseed oil or even kero­ sene, maybe I’d have a portait. Two Initials came to view—A.P., down in one corner. Albion Potter, of course. I recalled a picture of Lily’s niece —the movie star—and a monkey. I knew I shouldn’t, blit I deliberately went into Miss Kendall’s room. And ;the first thing I saw was a photo­ graph I’d often noticed before of a pretty girl with lots of hair holding up a pet monkey. That was queer enough. 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Why should Potter green it out — just to do that old church, which wasn’t painted nearly as well? Didn’t he think it good enough to submit. I went up and voile and joined the police came, portrait you did niece, Mr. Potter,” I smiled “Only I wish you hadn’t over it.” ‘Wh-why, I never did a of her niece in my life!” “But your initials are on it,” I persisted. ‘On the back of the pic­ ture of the church you gave me.” I could see the whole group had stopped to listen. And also that the sailboat had completely disappeared. Victor bent over Mr. Quincy’s chair and whispered to him. “With a monkey,” I went on. “A cute little monkey looking at itself in a vanity mirror.” “Arlene Parker,” I overheard Quincy whisper to Victor. Evidently he heard what I was telling Potter, too. “Did you say she had a mon­ key in her arms?” “Yes. Why?” ',;Oh, nothing. Just a coincidence, suppose. But Arlene -Parker did magazine cover a while ago of some movie star holding a monkey. “Movie Beauties’ it was. Just won­ dered if it might have niece of Miss Kendall’s- name?” “Gloria Lovelace. Know her, Pot­ ter?” His wide eyes held Victor’s as he shook his head. “Never been West,” ha said. “Judy, I’d like to see that por­ trait, if you’ll get it,” Victor said. “Perhaps Mr. Quincy can tell if it’s this Gloria Lovelace.” “Oh, it is,” I said quickly. “It’s on her bureau now. I just compared it.” “Get the painting.” “I don’t see what my poor little church has to do with all this.” Pot­ ter was sputtering, as I banged the screen door. Albion Potter Exposed I brought down the double picture and they all gathered around to look at first one side and then the other. “There, you see?” Albion pointed “The initials prove I didn’t paint the portrait, just as I s^id.” Anyone could see he was telling the truth, for the letters were blunt print on the church side and sort of hiero­ glyphics on the other, but both dis­ tinctly A. P. “Same as the cover, all' right. How’d you get hold of it Potter?” For a moment I thought he seem­ ed a little confused. “Picked it up in a second-hand store in Boston. Liked the monkey. Why should I have to tell you people I couldn’t af­ ford a lot of canvas? Didn’t hurt the portrait to paint on the back of it, but when I saw Judy, here, liked it —naturally, I painted over the back of it. Any more questions?” Thaddeus Quincy played with his cane. “Too bad you daubed that green paint on it. Think you could get it all off some way? Arlene’s husband would pay you a fat price for that picture.” “You know him?” Victor asked. “Know of him. Who doesn’t? Al­ bert Parker—the famous movie dir­ ector. He nearly went nuts when his wife ran away with Lane, but it wasn’t until after she came home again to die that he began collect­ ing her work, lars did. how you Paid a thousand dol- for some picture or otner she People who had ’em knew he felt and soaked him. Bet could get five hundred for that one—even with the church on the back of it. Want his address?” “What would I want it for? gave that to Judy.” “You—you can have it back, Mr. Potter.” “Keep it, Judy,” he said, a bit if you want to. I I huskily. “Sell it don’t care.” “Of course you Potter whirled did you call me” “I called you leno’s husband, this don’t just story books. Your initials and Pot­ ter’s I mean. Your having a picture ■ in your possession worth a lot of money rand you so ostensibly hard up. Easy enough to trace, once the. police get here, or do you deny it?’* • Across the cove a little speck ap­ peared on the water, lice boat? “No, I don't torted. “What Where does it of a motive for than Quincy’s here? Stire, I’m Park­ er*. What the hell of It?” Meek little Albion Potter! A great don’t Parker.” on Victor. “What Albert Parker—Ar- Coincidences like happen except in Was it the it,” Potter am re­ Parker? deny if I get you? Any mote scotching that snake STAMP CLUB • For Un cents and the label end, showing the teapot trade­ mark, from any packet of SALADA TEA we will send you a Beginner's Outfit of: 1—64 page Stamp Album. 2—100 all-different stamps. 3—Big list of thousands of stamps offered Free In exchange for SALADA labels. SALADA STAMP CLUB - 461 Kins St. W., Toronto \ i i his dowdy, unpress­ gray suit and pro­ stub. “Thank God I the stub along with I’d been to the i Head myself IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH movie director? You could have knocked me over with a split curl. “If you’re trying to connect me with Lane’s death you’re out of luck that’s all. .1 went to town that night. That let’s me out. Dropped into the movies. The picture was ‘Love’s Tirade,’ Want me to tell you all about it?” “That’s Why She Was Murdered?” “Not if .you directed it in the making,” Victor said. “Why, damn you, Quade — I’ve got the stub in my pocket somewhere I think.” He wished around in sev­ eral pockets of ed, much-worn duced a purple saved that!” I gawked at the rest of them, movies a lot at the and couldn’t help noticing. “But that’s an afernoon stub,” said. “They’re pink at night.” “ThanksT Judy.” Victor frowned at poor Potter, who nervously began to light the first cigar I’d ever seen him smoke. It had a fine aroma, not nasty like Uncle “You’ll have to fish stub.” Potter pretended to .been to the show more than once,” he sneered. “If you’re trying to put me on the spot for this business I’ll say right now I had no reason to push Lily Kendall into the ledges down there and I never saw Old Mah Brown.” “I’ll never forgive myself looking into the Pirate’s when I heard her cry, but still lying where I’d seen it Naturally, I attributed Lily’s cry to a gull, thinking no one had been down there. She’d seen it too, but she got ahead of me. As for Old Man Brown I think we’ll prove you knew him better than—” “Oh, look! Here it comes!” There could be no mistaking that the speck had grown considerably larger and was heading our way. “Well, thanks be!”.* “Won’t be long now!” “No, that fingerprint in your van­ ity case powdei’ will soon be ident­ ified, Judy. Then we’ll see if it matches the one on what I saw on the rocks near the Pirate’s Mouth and the partial whorls on the Lane diamond. “What are you talking about?” demanded Hugh Norcross. “Prints. Fingerprints, three—probably more - that will count. The fellow parked that evidence in Judy’s pact—” ‘But it was only a bead!” “Bless you yes! bow, square cut, worth tune. The killer may your golf club clean of cross, but he pulled a he let his finger touch der.” “And on the Mouth.” “Where De Witt spoke from the “I‘d like to know, too. Why all the mystery, Mr. Quade?” “It's the detective story writer running away with himself,” Potter sneered. “Whatever it is, he claims he saw.” “You know what I mean. That weapon! Too bad it wasn’t thrown far enough out to sea. Poor Miss Kendall, she had the misfortune to see it. That’s why she was murder­ ed.” “What kind of a weapon?” ask­ ed several voices. “The police will tell you,” Victor said. “Let’s go meet them.” ‘.Let’s.” Albion Potter tore down the steps, taking the path toward the woods by the barn, but sudden­ ly he stopped short and the wharf. He leaped Eleanor and pushed off crowd realized what was “I’ll meet them!” he cried, rowing for dear life in the leaky boat. I Wylie’s pipe, for another fish. “I’ve for not Mouth it was before. We have but three who com- rain-Brilliant a small for- have wiped prints, Nor­ boner when Judy’s pow- this thing which rocks near Potter’s tone it it now?” the was you saw Pirate's scathing. doorway. veered for into the before the happening. CHAPTER XXX i called my bother stump I came crazy! water trotting Leakin’ covered along, like a several By the time the men reached the rickety wharf, the Eleanor, carrying Potter, was out of reach. “Man, you’ll sink!” Uncle, and at that I didn’t with the quest of the willow but tore after the other. Aunt Nella too. “Is he sieve!” Indeed, the inches above the boat’s bottom. "iCome on back,” Victor cried. “You’ll never reach the police.” Potter glanced over his shoulder, though he kept tugging at the oars, putting more distance between him and the wharf. He made little prog-- ress, but enough so that no one, he desired, could leap aboard, other boat was getting bigger bigger. Only the matter of a minutes. The screen door banged behinf us. Bessie Norcross came running down to where her brother had The and few 'RESIDENTS OF SEAFORTH MARK 55th ANNIVERSARY Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Govenloclc, of Seaforth, marked the 55th anniver­ sary of their wedding with a family dinner at their home. lock was formerly Miss Nellie Scott Hays, of McKillop Township. The couple was married at Roxboro in 1884, and farmed for some years. Later he operated a tile yard at Win­ throp, retiring to Seaforth 14 years ago. Mr. iGovenlock represented Centre Huron in the Ontario Legis­ lature from 1919 to 1923 and was .reeve of McKillop 12 years and war­ den of Huron in 1915. He is a mem-' j ber of the board of managers of. the I Presbyterian church. Of a family of I nine six survive. They are; Mrs. Nor- man Ireland, Climax, Sask.; Mrs. Mae Dorrance, Seaforth; Nelson Go- venloclc, Mrs. . B. K. Brown and Lester Govenlock, Toronto, and Mrs. S. L. Phillips, Cleveland, all, of whom were home for the occasion with the exception of the latter. 'An­ other son, Thomas Edward, was kill­ ed in the World War. | ----------— W Exeter Simea-Aiiuocatr Established 1873 and 1887 Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday morniae SUBSCRIPTION—-$2,0i0 per year in advanceRATES—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c, each insertion for first four insertions. 25c. each subse- quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar­ticles. To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c. per line of six words. Reading notices 10c. per line. Card of Thanks 5tfc. Legal ad­ vertising 12 and 8c. per line. Ia Memorlajn, with one verse 50c, extra verses 25c. each. Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association x You’ve got a stupen- shed. That’s Man Brown?” Victor said., was standing. “Hughie, darling! There’s a launch coming. Stay with me till it is over.” Then she was among us, asking questions and clinging to her brother. Hugh told her to be quiet. “Shall I swim out to him, Quade?” Victor only shook his read. “He’d only fight you.” “You bet I would!” Potter said grimly, bracing his feet as the water seeped over his shoes. “I missed when I threw Lane’s revolver over the cliff and it landed in a crevice in the rocks, but I’m going to make it this time, dous mystery to write Victor Quade. Make a colossal picture. -Wish I might have the directing of it. Any­ thing you’d like me to clear up? You’ll have to talk fast.” “Yes, sir. Where’s the body of Roddy -Lane? In the sea?” De Witt asked. Albion grimaced pointing an oar at the ruins of the Lane!” “Then where’s Old yelled Uncle Wylie. “Let me, Please.” “She’s filling fast. You, of course, were Old Man Brown, Mr. Parker? You came here and established your­ self in that old shack as a recluse, for the sole purpose of taking ven­ geance on Lane, whom you knew was coming to the Head. That right? “God, yes! I adored my wife. 'She —she wanted to go on with her career as a magazine illustrator. I let her. 'She did movie stars for covers of movie periodicals, mostly. Among others, several paintings of Glorie Lovelace. Lane,” Potter cried bitterly, ‘was hanging around Holly­ wood actresses he’d stolen on strapped after had worn off. ■— lavishing money them. Kept my wife the first infatuation Played her for a o [] n n ci tj [J Cl [] [] [ ] Cl [] [] [] [] n n n sucker, though I didnt know it till she came home, broken-hearted, af­ ter he’d cast her aside for a new pretty face. Arlene was found in her car iu the garage. Monoxide. Pa­ per said it was accident, but I knew better.’ “You knew where Lane kept his misbegotten funds? He'd told your wife he would repay her loans— that right?” Potter Confesses Parker, or Potter as I thought of ................ him, leaned on the oars and bowed The Scripture reading, his head. “Let it out to Arlene, just as he did to Quincy’s daughter, he had a big wad hidden in the base­ ment of the church. I dug it up. It’s now—what’s left of it, about' $200,000 — deposited in a bank of Boston. Discovered it the day be­ fore Lane came, while I was osten­ sibly fishing off the rocks. Hope at least a percentage can be returned to the rightful claimants.” HERE IS ONE FOR RIPLEY Mr. E. S. Lewis had a Mrs. mon mum which is yellow in blooming on a Firelight mum The flowers of the Firelight are bronze in shade. No yellow : bloomed on any of the other stems that have four one. green-house work Mr. Lewis has not seen such a freak.—Wingham Ad­ vance Times. Cole­ color stem, mum mums produced bronze- flowers. 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