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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1942-04-16, Page 2PAGE '2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD iiie Blue Geranium by D0LA(V BIKKLEY One morning, the wealthy Mrs. 'Rodman (Nina) Ark -weight isi found murdered in a dressing room of the swimming pool at a resort hotel in •California. Beside her, are a broken flowerpot containing a blue geran- ium, a )heap green hat out of keep- ing with her clothes, and some news- paper clippings. Among the persons atthe pool at the time are:—Janet Cooper, :swimming teacher; Joel Markham, young chemist, who was recently heard saying that Nina de` served killing; I{ay Feldman, her ;tile Clinton News -Record with which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA TERMS) OF SiUBSCRSPTION 41,,50 per year in advance, to Can, adieu addresses; $2.00 to the U.S. or 'ether foreign countries. No paper .discontinuedi until all arrears are paid unless at the option of the pub- lisher. The date to which every sub- scription is paid is denoted on the label. 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Broadfoot, Seaforth; Ohrit. ,Leonhardt, Dublin; E. J. Trewartha, rC inton; Thos. Moylan, Seaforth; W. R. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex McEw- Blyth; Frank McGregor, Clinton;' Hugh Alexander, Walton, List of Agents: J. Watt, Blyth; J. B. Peper, Bruce- -field, R.R. No. 1; R. F. McKereher. Dublin, R.R. No. 1; J. F. Preuter, .Biodhagen. ,. Any money to be paid may br paid the the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of `mmenee, Seaforth, or at Calvin Cutts Grocery, Goderich. Parties derating to effect insur- ance or transact other.businese will be promptly attended, to on "applica tion to any of the above officers ad- dlreesed to thea respective post of& res. Losses inspected by the director CANADIAN NATIONAL RAILWAYS niece, who will inherit Tier phoney,; and Adele SKrainer, ex-wife of her lousband. The polices, . headed by Captain' Loring, believe that the our- der weapon was a fire ax, which is missing. Loring, gathering a group together for questioning, learns that the hotel's assistant Manager, Tepper s'on, saw Nina earlier that morning, She Was carrying a newspaper wrapped bundle slipped like a flower- pot; arid was wearing the green hat. A. night clerk Parks testifies that, on the previous evening, at abiont midnight she had cone into the hotel carrying a flowerpot. Moreover, he says, she was ,staggering, as though drank. .CHAPTER IR Silence followed Parks' statement. Then, I{ay said, "That's , a lie! One of the things Nina never did was drink! ' She thought it aged people." "I'm sorry, Miss, Feldman," Parks apologized.. "Really she was stag- gering. I was going to help her to her room, but she refused." "Get the elevator 'boy who took her up," Loring said suddenly. ' The ,elevator boy was brought in after a short wait., "Yes,' sir," he said, hi response to Loring's, question, "I'm sure Mrs.. Arkwright was under the weather a little," _f. �f "You smelled. liquor?" "Well,,no, sir; I didn't, cone to think of it." 17.1 "But her actions--' -"Yes, that's what I ' mean, • sir. She stood over in the corner of the elevator and braced herself; sort of. And then her face, .too. Her chin was scratched, and one of her eyes had a—a mouse on it." "She had a black eye?" "Yes, sir. A black eye definitely." Loring turned suddenly to Jep- person. "Did Mrs. Arkwright have a black eye and a scratched chin this morning?"' `•Why, I-4 guess I don't Imow. She bad that green hat brim down and that peculiar bundle up) high, and I was busy taking notes on what she wanted for her dinner party. I do seem to remember that she was — um — heavily powdered. Yes, very mach so." Loring looked again at Parks. "Did you notice anything wrong with her face last night?'" "No. But then, I saw her from across the lobby. y. When she stum- bled a little, I started out from the Loring snapped. "Now get down to desk to help her, but she called out that pool and find a newspaper Mrs. for me to stay where I was and Arkwright used to v,iap her flower - walked into the elevator." pot in." "Anel you let her out on the floor "O.K.,' Corcoran backed out. where her room was?" Loring ask- ed the elevator boy. . "That's right." "Do either of you have any other details to add to this?" Parks and the elevator boy shook their heads. "Very well. You both may go." o." The two men escaped from the room, looking very much relieved. TIME TABLE Trains will arrive st and' depart from Clinton es follows: Buffalo and Goderich Dir.; Going Plast, depart 6.43 aan. Going East, depart 3.00 p.m. Going West, depart 11.45 a.m. Going West, depart 9.60 p.m. London Clinton Qeiog Booth ar. 2.80, leave 3.08 p.m. ing for some one. After standing in the shodowa for a little while, she came .back to the brick wall and; took away one of the plants." "Could you swear that this person. was Mrs, Arkwright?" "No, M'sieur, I could' not." - "Could you see any details of her clothing?" ' 'A qui. "No, none at all." I Loring lounged back iota his chair, but his eyes were like gim- lets. Suddenly he asked, "Did •1V)rs. Arkwright own •a bright -green hat?" "Green? No, not thisi "season." "Did )she have any old green hats around?" "Madame always gave away hem Clothes after she had worn therm one season. She diel not keep ,old things." "What sort of hat would she wear with a reddish -tweed suit?" '"Her tweed? She wore a black hat with a high crown, very smart. It was an import which cost two hundred dollars." Loring did not quite hide his sur- prise at the cost of the hat. • After a moment, during which he studied the pages of the note -book before him, he asked Colette if she knew .anything more about her mis- tress' last hours. Collette declared that she did not, and was sent from the room. Corcoran came 'in as Colette was leaving. In his hand was the sheaf of clipping which had been found in the shower room with Nina. "Didn't get anything on these, Captain." He put the clippings down in front of Loring. "Prints destroyed by the action of water." "O.K.;" Loring'saici noncommitally: "No results on the •savimming suits, either. I guess whoever—" "Shut up!" Loring barked. "Now, get down to the pool and go over the place with a fine-tooth. comb for a sheet of newspaper." "They can't find that fire ax," Corcoran blurted out. "Rrhoever used it on Mrs. Arkwright took it away, all right." With his eyes on George, Loring said, "It's in there somewhere. It has to be. This waiter was watching the entrance to the pool. He saw only two people leave prior to the discovery of the murder, and neith- er of them could have carried the fire ax." Corcoran , rubbed his chin, "May- be it wasn't the weapon," the offered weakly. "You heard. whathe doctor • t said," Loring now looked at Gay. "Your aunt, I understand, had a personal uloid,?" STAMPS CAN ACCOMPLISH "Yes. A French girl namel Col- ts $10 will stopa tank with one round (TO BE CONTINUED) (The characters in this serial are fictitious) v�— HELP THE RED CROSS WHAT YOUR WAR SAVINGS et You'll find her in the servants' wing, I think." of 18 or 25 -pounder shells. Jepperson performed the errand $20 buys a cannonade of four 3.7 - of finding Colette. She was.weep. 'inch anti-aircraft shells, ing into a handkerchief when Jep- $75 will provide a 500 -lb, bomb to person ushered her into the room. drop over Berlin or Berchtesgaden. Loring asked when she had last seen her mistress. $5 will let' a soldier fight for you Colette replied with al:mosl no 'with 100 rounds of rifle ammunition trace of accent. "1 last saw $5 may bring down a Getman Madame at eight o'clock yesterday plane for it will buy one round of evening. After dinner, I helped her 40 m.m, anti-aircraft shells. into a suit before she went out, She told me not to wait up and said $5 will stop a Hun with five 'ma- chine-gun bursts. that today she wouldn't need ale be- fore noon. "Did she seem nervous or upset in any way?" "No, M'siour," "You didnt see her after eight o'clock last evening?" Collette let the tip of her tongue come out to wet her lips. "I am not sure about this next, , but I believe that Maclaine was near the entrance to the "servants' wing late last night." Loing's eyes narrowed. "What makes you think so?" "About midnight," Colette began hesitantly, "I happened to glance ,out of my window there' by the low brick wall where those—those--I forget the none of those potted Dowers on that wall." "Goranituns?" •Loring offered Yes, that is right. A -woman was there bythe flowerpots, bent overas though 'she were handling one .of them. 1 could not see what she did. The moon was not too bright. When she walked away, something about, her carriage ,suggested 1Vladame to me," - "Did she carry one of, the potted geranium,e when :she went?" "Not at first, no. She walked to the corner of the wing, where she stopped and stood; as if waiting, I had the feeling that she wan watch: . THURS., APRIL 16,1942 Southern Ireland, Green and Neutral,Lives in Constant Fear of Invasion reel.. This is the 15th of a series of stor- ies about a trip to London and return,, taken by a group of Canadian news- paper melt at the invitation of the British Government.. It is written by Hugh Templin, who represented the Canadian Weekly Newspapers Assoc ration. Every day of the six weeks' or more spent away from •home seemed to pr'ovid'e S'omnething new and different, but nothing was quite so unexpected as a two-day holiday in neutral Eire, or Southern Irelaird. It was not by choice of mine. I would rather it had been Scotland!, but this .short, peace- ful interlude in the only part of the Empire which stays neutral, was not only interesting, but I look back en it with pleasure.. • , ,:s.(inii1 At It was a Tuesday afternoon when I left London, along with seven other Canadian editors.. Our hosts put us on the train and bade us good-bye, sending us away with more presents —this time envelopes with enlarged pictures of ourselves during our tra- vels in England. That night was never to be forgot- ten. Two huge German :land mines floated down out of the air and ar- rived in Bournemouth at the same time as We did. That experience has been discussed more fails in another of these stories. crl,�Ii I was up. early the next .morning, having slept fairly well on a mattress on the floor, in spite of the rasping sound of shovelling broken plate glass off the streets in the darkness, There was some difficulty about shaving in a bathroom full of broken glass and with only a dribble of cold, rusty water from one tap, but the lady man- ager' of the wrecked hotel had her staff well enough organzed to give inc the best breakfast I had while in Britain. The British Overseas Airways ear Picked one up at the hotel and, drove through streets of stores without glass in the windows, and past Eng- lish cottages looking out on the Chan= nel, to Poole. The next morning, while undergo- ing one more lengthy customs exam- ination near the docks at Poole, the air raids sirens began to wail again. The natives looked on us with some suspicion. Air raids had been scarce in those parts, and this was the second in as many days. But I did not share their i ne ,deo that these few Canadians were important en- ough for the Germans to send over raiders just to get us. Still, it dict add a bit of excitement •to be going out in a trim motor boat, through the waters of Poole Harbor, dodging the seaplane trapsand mine fields, to where the winged battleship of the air, the Short Sunderland flying boat, "Champion," rode at anchor. In the draw for seats. I landed in what was called the spar compart- ment of the ship. I was all alone in a fair-sized}roce n, full of baggage and sacks of nail . The seat was comfort- able, and the steward came and ser- ved an excellent meal on light plastic dishes. But though we flew for two hours and a half over what is . pro- bably some of the most interesting scenery, I saw nothing at all: the two windows were painted over with thick black paint. I hadn't realized, on the trip front New York to Lisbon to England, how difficult it is to travel around war- time Europe. In a way that was little short of miraculous, as I learned later, the British Council had waved aside the difficulties on that trip. The return voyage wasn't quite so easy. As I sat alone i1, the spar coln- partment of the huge "Champion," I read a Little booklet issued to war- time travellers by the British . Over- seas' Airways, and malvelledl that I had got out of England at .all. Our good ship would refuel in Ireland and. take off for Portugal. The, next morn- ing, I would be in Lisbon and' by Sun. day, I would be home in Canada—or so I thought. ' Truly the Emerald Isle It was early afternoon, when the great ship glided down to the water so carefully that there wasn't even a noise in the ears. I stepped out into the daylight again. We were in the estuary o1 the Shan.: non river at Foynes, .Ireland, On tae river bank, two hundred yards away, was a big concrete and timber pier, 'with a neat little customs house at the land end, Behind that were two or three buildings where a couple ,of railway cars were . being loaded with peat, On both sides ,of theriver were hills, just as green as ever they had been described. So this was Ireland! I never ceased to admire the fast launches of the British Overseas Air- way. It took only a few minutes to reach land. The wait in the customs, house 'seemed unnecessary, but when the examination took place, it was brief and! inforanal. Men in green put a few chalk narks ,on my brief ease and club bag, already decorated with an imposing array of airline stickers and official seals, They made one more entry in my passport. None of us knew that we were to stay overnight in Ireland instead of going on to Lisbon. When an official broke the news, we did not like it. The countryside was green enough, but uninviting. Two modern buses waited outside. The only thing unusual was the name of the company printed in two lan- guages, English and the strange old text of the Gaelic language. Not till then diel I realize that Southern Ire- land was bilingual. "Sure," says an Irishman, "we can be illiterate in two languages now!" It was a drive of twenty miles to Adare, where we were to spend the night, but the roads were winding and narrow, with walls along each side, and plenty of stone's still left in the fielcls. The tiny whitewashed cottages were picturesque but poor. By the time we pulled into Adare ,the speed - with six-foot trunks, and on down the ometer must have indicated 30 miles at least. Late. thatnight, n ght, I walked with B. In Sandwell and the constable of Adare, past a thatched cottage, past an old Norman tower, now part of a Catholic chuiah, past ancient trees plain street of the village. 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I had just come from England, where the people were fighting for their very lives and for the freedom of the world. Here, next door, was Ireland, not only neutral but refusing even the use of ports to fight submarines. Yet these Irish still enjoyed the privileges of Em- pire, • I came away with the feeling that Ireland is beautiful and the Irish people are kindly, hospitable, but be- yond the understanding of a Can- adian with Scottish blood. Here in Sweet Adare, the Irish people did not seem to understand what was going on inh world t e to 1 ' < a5 . They tired in the far past. One might have thought that Cromwell had conte that way just last year and laid waste the old Black Abbey and the Francisian Ab- bey and the White Abbey, not forget- ting Desmond Castle, down by the stone bridge over the river. Of course, De Valera boasts that Ireland will defend itself against any attack ,from any source. It's rather. pitiful. Down by the bridge, there were some tank traps. At least, that was evidently what they were in- tended to be. A Bren gun .carrier aright have some difficulty knocking them down; a driver of a medium tank would hardly notice them. In the last two weeks in England, the army had been on manoenvers. The sight was impressive. In Ire- land; too, the army held nlanoeuvers. Word hacl been sent to Adare to have food enough on hand on Friday for a couple of battalions, but they at not conte. The following Monday, they (continued on page 6) You"Roll Them BetferWif'h' 0ODENS '':CIGARETTE T, OBACC0' Hungry For News People who have lived in Clinton but are now living elsewhere, are always interested in what is happening "back home." Your local newspaper tells them more in one is- sue than would or could be told in a dozen letters. Your local newspaper goes regularly and act- ually costs less than a letter a week, when postage, stationery -and time are considered. 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