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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1942-06-11, Page 2PAG. The wealthy Mrs. Nina Arkwiight is Jound murdered in a dressing rooiii of the swimming pool at a re- sort hotel in California, In her hand, are - some old newspaper , clippings about a flier, Danny McLeod, , who was lost on a trans -Pacific flight, sponsored by Nina four years ago. Among .persons connected with the case are Joel Markham ,young chem- ist who was associated with, Nina in - business; Janet Cooper, hotel swim- ming teacher; Adele Kramer ,ex-wife of Nina's husband!; and the hotel janitor, Mac, father 6f Danny Me - The, Clinton .News -Record with which is Incorporated THE NIP. ERA TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION $1,150 per year in advance, to Can- adian addresses; $2.00 to the U.S. or other' foreign countries. No paper diecontisrnedi 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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Peper, - Bruce - field, R.R. No. 1; R. F. Mcltercher, Dublin, B,.R. No. 1; J. F. Preuter, Brodhagen. Any money to be paid maybe paid to the Royal Bank, (Minton; Bank al Commence, Seafc rth,' or at Calvin Cutt's Grocery, Godorieh. Pasties desiring to effect WM. once or transact• other business will be promptly attended to on applies - tion to any of the above officers ad- dressed to their res poet elS. tee. Lases inspected by the director 1 ANAlltAii NATIONAL.. "`AIi:1JAYS TIME TABLE Trains will arrives at end depart from Clinks* as follows: iltaffslgoing Et" dopiest odarlch 6.43 can. Geier rot*. dtpsl't 3.00 pm. Going We" defeat 11.+25 Asa Gahm Wein! deft . 8.150 p,1n. Leidtstierabitan Delay iiioulaar. Sad Itswas'>p.oe psa, b u Gera Leocl. Adele ,tells Janet she suspects Mac. The next morning, Adele is killed, When Captain Loring of the police summons a groups to a private dining room for 'questioning, the table is found set for a dinner party Nina had planned. One place has no card. Janet and Joel learn that Nina had, intended this, place to have a card with Danny McLeord's naive on it. Then, Mac comes to them in agi tation, elle' say the police have a theory -that, Danny may be alive and may be the murderer. Joel tells Jan- et he's going to look up the old news files on Danny's ill-fated flight. CHAPTER XXIV Janet sighed. "•I wish there were something I could do to help clear up the mystery." "Don't do anything foolish," warn- ed Joel.. "You've taken too many chances • already," "Perhaps Loring would let me • try to trace that green hat to the shop where Nina bought it—if she did buy it I think I'll ask him," said Janet. Joel •suddenly pulled her to him,' put his arms around her and kissed her. !'j';;1 "Ask him if he'll be best man at our wedding." Jane laughed. "I'm afraid he's too busy worrying about missing axes and such things:' "Even policemen must have days qr." Joel kissed her again. "Be good. I'll be back soon."- He oon."- He left the little dining room, closing the door behind him. Janet remained where she was. for a minute wondering whether to carry out her idea of going to Lor- ing and offering her assistance in tracing the green hat. Then ,she started idly toward a window. As she passed the end of the table, however, she stopped, arrested by something shiny on one of the chairs. Herfirst thought was that some one had left something there 'after they had all been summoned to the room by Loring earlier that morning. Then, an icy chill shot through her as she recognized the object that had caught her eye. It was a buckle on a flier's helmet—and the helmet lay on the chair that would, have been as- signed tb Danny McLeod at Nina's dinner party! Slowly, she went to the chair, and picked up the leather helmet: It was far from new. The edges were worn and shiny, and there was a used odor to it. On the lining were initials. D.MeL. Janet dropped it back onto the chair, as though it had burned her fingers, Here, on a dead' man's chair lay a dead man's helmet - thrown down casually, as though its owner had just walked in, divested himself of his- headgear and walked out again, to be back in a moment. Sudden terror gripped Janet. She turned and: fled from the room. Trembling ,she went back'out onto the terrace, where it was, warm, where the scent of flowers drifted from the gardens. Crossing the .ter-. race, she started off .along a path. She had no idea where, it led and didn't cage -her only thought was to get away from the hotel. The picture that Loring had con- jured onjured up for old Mac rose before her —the picture •of Danny McLeod, alive and crazed, returning after four years to kill the woman responsible for what he had suffered. Janet did not realize that she had started to run until she tripped over a stone and fell. She sat up, .shaken,. and -tried to reason with herself. There was no sensein giving way to panic—no sense in running away. There was probably some perfectly simple explanation for the hehnet she had found. 'In any case, she must go back and take it to Loring —let him find out where it had come from. She rose and retraced her steps to the hotel. When. she reached the little ban- quet room she hesitated only an in- stant, then entered and closed the door. She walked over and, again picked •up = the helmet. She was standing there gazing at it, when she heard a sound behind her. Whirling, she saw old Mac just souring through the swinging door to the pantry. He stopped, his eyes fixing -011 the helmet in her hand. Then, he came forward slowly and halted in front of her.. "That's flier's gear," he said flatly. "Whose is it?" Janet stared at him, thinking how crafty and hard his pale :eyes sud- denly looked-. "It's your son's," she heard her-. self saying. "It has his initials in n it. I'm going to give it to Captain Lor - THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD ing," Quick as a flash ,Mac knocked the helmet to the floor, grabbed her in one arme and 'clapped a hand across her mouth. ?His face was so close to her that his eyes seemed to bore through , her. "You shut up aboutmy son." he said hoarsely, "J-Ie's dead—dead! You hear me?" Stricken with terror, Janet strug- glect to free herself from his grasp,. tried to pull his hand away from her mouth. He shook her violently,, "It ain't for you nor the police to be badger - in' my Danny! Leave him in peace —such peace as there is at the bot- tom- of the •ocean!" Janet finally managed to pull free of him She caught at the back of a chair to steady herself. To her surprise, Mac made no at- tempt to seize her again. Instead, his arms dropped limply to his sides, His fury seemed to die, and he stood slack and motionless. At that moment ,the door from the corridor opened ,and Loring thrust his head in. His eyes, darted from Mac to Janet. "What's going on here?" he de- manded. Janet found herself shivering — had to exert all her 'control to keep from bursting into hysterical tears. ' It's . . it's this . . . this helmet " she forced out, pointing to where it lay om the floor. CHAPTER XXV Loring came across the room, pick- ed up the helmet from the floor, and examined it curiously. "Where did this '.come from?" he asked. "I found' it just bow in that chair there," said Janet, pointing. "The chair that Mrs. Arkwright meant for Danny McLeod at her dinner party." Loring's head jerked up. "Danny McLeod, How do you know it was meant for him?" Janet suddenly remembered that she had promisee' Butterworth not to betray his confidence about the extra place card he had secretly agreed to make, but now there seem- ed no way out of t. Briefly, she ex- plained how she had obtained her in- formation. Loring switched his gaze to Mac. "Did you know that your son was supposed to attend that dinner?" "It's a lie," the old man mumbled, "I't's a trick to "take a murderer out of my dead boy." "But Mrs. Arkwright did order a place card for him, Captain Loring!" Janet insisted. "I know that," he answered briefly. The quiet word told much. Janet remembered Butterworth's absence when she and Joel hadgone to .see him - remembered the disappear- ance of the card's torn fragments front his wastebasket. Se Loring himself had questioned •the artists. The police captain was now turn- ing the helmet in his hands. He sud- denly herd it out toward Mac. "Do you recognize this as your son's?" "Of course it isn't!" Mac denied. Loring displayed the initials in the lining. "Do you see these?" "It's a lie," was all Mac would say. Loring shrugged ,stuffed the hel- met into his pocket. "Okay -but we can trace it, you know. Now, you'd better get about your business." ' Mad sullenly departed ,casting a baleful glance, over his shoulder. When he was gone, Loring turned briskly to Janet. "And now, Miss Cooper, I'd like for you to do some- thing for me. I want you to take me to your room and show me just how you were struck down last night. I'd like, if possible, to get the approxi- mate height of your Assailant." "I only saw a kind of shadow in the darkness," :she reminded. "Well, do the best you can." When they reached Janet's room, Loring darkened it by pulling down the shades, then crouched' against the wall behind the floor lamp. "Try to remember the height of this shadow you saw," he said. "How's s this' "Not tall enough," Janet decided.. Loring raised himself a little. "Still • too short," said Janet. "There—that's about right." "Okay." Ler i n g stapght'ened abruptly, walked to the windows and raised the shades. He stood looking out thoughtfully at the courtyard below. At the far side of it was the brick wall en which stood the row of flowerpots that fig- ured so importantly in the case. Janet, waiting for him to speak again, remembered that she had in- tended to ask him about Nina's green hat. "Captain Loring," she said hesi- tantly, "I've been wondering wiiethes you've found out where Mrs. Ark- wright`got that green hat. I'm not just being curious. I -I thought that S aright help you to trace it to some shop," _. Loring swung -round. "We've al- ready Iodated the shop where: she bought it, but that hasn't helped us much. ; It seems that she bought it about eleven •o'dlock. on the night before her death, The shop was closed, but the shopkeeper was work- ng late, dressing her windows-. Mrs. Arkwright came along and' insisted on being allowed to come in and buy a hat. "She -was looking pretty badly battered had a torn and dirty black hat in her hand, and was in a per- fect fury according to the shop- keeper. -She started off by ridicul- ing all the woman's hats. Natur- ally ,the shopkeeper resented this, and a quarrel developed. In the end, Mrs. Arkwright snatched up the nearest hat, slammed down five dol- lars ,and rushed out in a huff." . "I see," said Janet. "So she simply bought it in a temper, to replace the black one. But why did she wear the ugly thing the next day? She wasn't the sort of person to do things • pur- poselessly. She must have worn it for some special reason." Loring shrugged. •. "Whatever her purpose was, if any, we haven't dis- covered it." What do you make of the dinner party at which a plate was to be set for young McLeod " Janet asked: "It was probably just some stunt Mrs, Arkwrght meant to pull. I doubt whether her murder had any connector :with it. In fact, I'm in- clined to throw out all the stuff about McLeod. We have motive enough for murder in the money alone. She had $100,000 in cash. •. Sonia one wanted it badly and killed her for it. He or she failed to get it, then found that Miss Kramer had obtained pos- session of it, so killed her. That's all there is to it" "Then, how do you explain that helmet I found?" Loring pulled it from his pocket, looked at it a moment, then stuffed it back. "I don't know. It may be a trick of some sort," "11 gather ,then, that ytsu don't really believe what you've .been tell- ing Mae—that his son is alive, came back and' killed Mrs. Arkwright" "Too fantastic," he muttered. "You painted a rather realistic picture for Mac," Janet pointed out "He's terrified lest it be so." "I know, I know," said. Loring, but he offered no explanation of the tactics he had used with Mao. He moved to the door ,as though he felt that Janet's probing had gone far enough: Then, he turned and said, "I'd ad- vise you to lock your door, Miss Coop- er, if you aren't in the habit of doing sol" He went out, ,closing the door be- hind' 'aim. Janet ,taking his advice, turned the key. Not until 'the lock clicked into place, did she hear him walk away down the corridor, (TO BE CONTINUED) - (The charaotert in this serial are . fictitious) New Edition Of McKim's Directory Now Off Press Canada has three more publications than it had at this time last year, though the dailies have decreased by five and the weeklies by 31 the loss- es being compensated by 20 new mon- thlies and 23 new miscellaneous publi- cations. These figures are, from the 85th edition of McKim's Directory of Canadian Publications, just issued. Chinese publications lead, among the dailies ,in the foreign language field of 66 publications in 16 languages; the Chins to have four dailies, two in British Columbia. Disappearance of the two Japanese dailies leaves the Japanese with only one publication, a weekly. The Directory, comprising 483 pages, includes extensive data on markets throughout Canada. "Since the war began, advertising has been used more o e etxensxvely than ever be- fore in history to further the mobili- aztion of nations at war," says C T. Pearce, President of A. McKim Limited, in his Foreward. "Adver- tising which takes the long view' has always been the most effective adver- tising. Today, the view must be still further lengthened . . . Those who, with their eyes on the post-war world, take the'neoessary steps to maintain and increase the goodwill mated by consistent advertising will find them- selves in the best position to cope viith circumstances when peace comes." TIHURS.,JUNE 11, 1942 'I Upon The Serving of Tea 'A house, with a woman in it making tea. Seems sweet to me, There are so many houses in all lands Where women's hands Move deftly, sure, among the cos and spoons Of afternoons, 5 Dispensing gracious hospitality' Through little cakes and tea. The gorgeous teas where colored can- dles' glow, And women go To. greet each other, exquisitely dressed In their best; Where silver gleans through dark ness, and the TOM Is bright with bloom, Where daintily the smiling lips .sip ' tea— Are beautiful .to me. But, oh, the little houses near and far Where women are; The bubbling kettle, and the .coarse cloths spread, - And. Grace is said; The dignity of sharing simple fare ,. With someone there; The quiet converse with,a welcome guest— Their tea, I think, tastes best. —Grace Noll .Orowell, in the Sunday Companion.' A CUP OP TEA Nothing ,of all the products that come to us from the East ,has made itself as necessary to our comfort as tea. If the interruption of- its cultivation or shortage of shipping should take it off the market, it would entail real hardship for the many who depend upon it for the warmth of a light pickup. Yet it did not come into general use until the seventeenth century. Pepys, that great historian of little and big ev- ents, writes, " I did send for a Idup of tea (a China drink, of'which I had never drank before)" About that time magistrates in Scotland tried to inter- fere with a growing custom whereby the housewives were meeting togeth- er in secret to sip this new and dang- erous beverage. This, same cup of tea has come to be not merely some- thing to satisfy a thirst, but a symbol of gracious hospitality and a token of good -will. CIe r teIepho a lines for 'ALL- aaT 110 l Your telephone is part of a vast interlocking sys- tem now carrying an abnormal wartime load. Don't let needless delays hold up messages on which pro- duction -:efficiency may depend. fT//ER "UM/?TIRE TELEPf10A/E T4CT/Cs" ®BE SURE -you have the right Rel nunlher...consultthe directory. ®SPEAK distinctly, directly into the mouthpiece. ANSWE2i promptly when the JIr\ bell rings. \ P BE BRIEF. Clear your line for �I O the next coli. 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