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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
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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)
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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. The chief
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was full of Irish lore and a bit of a
poet. He said that Adare was the
most beautiful village in the whole
world. Probably he's right.
A Strange and Ancient People.
I went to Ireland with a prejudice
against the •country. 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
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