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GENERAL SIR WESTON MARRIS,
a highly -placed officer of the
General Staff visiting New Zeal-
and on duty.
LORNA MARRIS, his pretty, luxury -
loving daughter.
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PRINCIPAL :CHARACTERS
MISS HILDA MARRIS, sister of the
General, accompanying him to
New Zealand and giving Lorna
such supervision as a high-spirit-
ed girl will tolerate,
CAPTAIN ALLEN RICHARDS, the
General's• Aide -de -Camp, who is
engaged to Lorna,
T. H. HAWKSFORD, chauffeur to
the General's party. A. New
Zealander, "handsome in a rug-
ged, arresting fashion."
CHAPTER X (Continued)
LORNA'S DISAPPOINTING
"FINDS"
When the first light crept into the
room next morning, Lorna took
Bawksford's pocket book from under
the duchesse. She spread it open on
her pillow, putting aside a driving
license which fell out of it. She did
not look at the entries, but first found
the folded sheet of paper on which
he had copied the letter on the pre-
vious evening.
It was not the contents which
made her conclude that it was the
right paper — so far as it contents
went ' It was utterly disappointing.
The name of the addressee had been
left out, and only a part of the mes-
sage itself had been. copied.
"With regard to the fishing rods,"
it ran. "I am willing to pay your
price, and I will pick them up on the
afternoon of November 28th. You
are right when you say the deep sea
fishing is not so good in the South
Island as in the North, but there is
some good sport to be had off Gul-
liver's Bay."
At first Lorna was so disappointed
that she thought she had the wrong
piece of paper. But there was no
other loose one in the book; it was
blue, like the sheet she had seen
Hawksford writing on; it was in his
writing. But after a moment of con-
sideration, she saw that it was not so
insignificant. • Here was a mention of
a price, a delivery, and a date. If
"fishing rods" stood for "informa-
tion," it was easy to see the meaning
of the message. And where was
GuIIiver's Bay, and had that item of
sports gossip anything to do with
the rest of the message?
She was left with the unsatisfact- ;
cry feeling that the words might
mean anything and nothing. She had
not learned to whom the letter had
been addressed. She was no further
advanced as to why Hawksford had
steamed the envelope open, unless
instructions for him, from whatever
agent he worked for, came ingenious-
ly concealed in letters for some other, f
unwitting individual,
And for this she had put through
a bogus telephone call, burgled
Hawksford'; room, feloniously pos-1
sessed herself of his pocket book, and
nearly been caught at it!
But she began to see that if there
was any inner meaning in the mes-
sage at all, she was a step forward.
If Hawksford was the one who was
delivering "fishing rods" on Novem-
ber 28th, she would only have to
keepin close contact with his activ
ities throughout that day to expose
the secret of the whole affair.
It was the 26th. Two days! And
on the 29th, her father and Richards
would return, and she would be able
to tell all that she knew, and wash
her hands of responsibility
If she had embarked on it as an
adventure it became less and less so.
In books such things were an excite-
ment, but in real life, she found,
they were bitter, sordid and sombre.
To scheme and plan to destroy an-
other human being, whatever he has
done, is not among the pleasant
things of life!
She looked through the pocket book
itself, ,studying every one of the few
entries for anything that might tell
her more about Hawksford.
The fly leaf bore an inscription.
"From Lois, 1939." There were a
few addresses, an engagement or two
noted, The day she and her father
and aunt had landed at Auckland was
marked. "General Marris"; on the
page following she found her own
name; "Miss Marris" The pages
following were filled with an unusual
number of entries "Drove crowd:
Auckland — Hamilton," mexb ,day
"Hamilton—Ney Plymouth."
Two days after came a more per-
sonal entry which made Lorna stare.
"Dam' 'her!" he had written. And
e h
the day after, a Friday, she remem-
bered that was the .evening when they
had driven out aver the Taranaki
plain, carte the simple entry "Lorna,"
with the name underlined twice, She
quivered. painfully.
Had that incident then, meant
something to him? She turned the
page over hastily, half dreading to
vee what came next—on the day he
had learned of her engagemtnt and
they had quarrelled. A blank. No-
thing for quite ten pages, then a
hastily jotted telephone number, then
further blanks.
She turned page after page, there
was not another personal entry of any
sort and her name did not occur •
again. Overcome with the meanness
of this cruel prying, Lorna closed the
diary, put her head down on the pil-
low and surprised herself by burst-
ing into tears ...
CHAPTER XI
AFTER THE RAID
At half -past seven amt. she rang
the bell.
"Could I have some breakfast up
here?" she asked when the maid
came. "I'11 be leaving as soon as
possible, as I have to drive to
Timaru."
"Breakfast won't be on until eight,
miss, said the girl. "But I'll bring
up a tray then."
"Very well," said Lorna. "And
bring my bill too, please."
Her one idea was'to avoid Hawks-
ford and get away from the hotel as
soon as possible. But she resolved
to wait. Too much haste in leaving
might make the manager suspect that
she had had a hand in last night's
affair, It was as essential to leave
quietly, as it was to escape Hawks -
ford's notice. -
She got up and hurriedly copied
the sentences on the sheet of blue
paper on to another to keep for her-
self, and returned Hawksford's copy
to, itis pocket book. She got back to
bed and lay there, on tenterhooks,
waiting for breakfast.
It cane at last, she ate it hurried-
ly, then dressed herself and carefully
reconstructed her disguise of dragged
back hair and greasy face. But she
remembered that she had worn the
glasses on the night before, Hawks -
ford might have seen then in the half
light when he Struggled with her..
Also she had worn the dark blue coat
and hat. She put on the plaid coat
and brown felt hat, and put aside the
glasses.
The porter came up for her suit-
case. She let him go ahead with it,
emerged front her room hastily after
he had gone and darted into the bath-
room opposite. There she saw a bas-
ket used for soiled linen, and lifting
the lid she dropped Hawksford's
pocket book inside.
Site saw no sign of him; the lounge
through the glass doors was empty.
There was no one in the foyer besides
the manager and the porter and a
peaceable spaniel dog.
Lorna paid her bill.
"Did you find •out who got into the
gentleman's room last night?" she
asked, putting on her New Zealand
accent, and trying to say the most
natural thing.
"No," said the manager. "We didn't
find a sign of anyone. A notebook
was taken, but there wasn't any
money in it, it seems. A telephone
call came through, just before, to
get the visitor out of his room, and
we found the exchange knew nothing
about it, It's a strange thing alto-
gether; looked like a planned job, and
then they only got a worthless note-
book!"
Lorna took her change, and trying
not to appear to hurry, picked up her
suitcase and walked out of the hotel
door—straight into Hawksford as he
came in from the street! She jerked
her head' down quickly, for they were
face to face; but n o t before she
glinnpsed the look that flashed into
his eyes.
A look of sudden attention, suspic-
ion, discovery--!
She brushed past him instantly and
walked rapidly along the pavement
towards the garage where her ear
was parked ..
Her ,spine prickling with apprehen-
sion, she dared not look round until
she turned into the garage where her
car was parked. She saw him be-
hind her, conning rapidly along the
pavement!
She darted into the garage, Her car
was parked against the wall, with a
second one in front of it; she halted,
in frantic indecision, It was a fear-
ful moment.
Then she saw an attendant. She
ran towards him, saying:
"Get my car out, could you? I'll
be back in three minutes!"
"Very well, miss!"
The attendant gaited as she ran on
out of the garage by the back en-
trance into the Street behind; a
glance behind her showed her Hawks -
ford just coming in at the other one,
as she slipped out into the street.
She ran across the road into a door
marked "Tea Room"; inside was one
of those Iittle places with coloured
tablecloths and a wooden ceiling de-
corated with looped. paper streamers.
It was empty but for two business
men, and she slipped across to a
small table by the window, and sat
down. By leaning sideways, she could
see the entrance of the garage—
There stood Hawksford, looking up
and down the street!
With a sinking feeling, Lorna real-
ized that the worst was •confirmed.
There was no doubt he suspeeted' her
of last night's outrage perhaps he
even recognized her as herself. He
was on her trail! ,
LORNA IS PURSUED
She drank back against the wall.
Heaven .send he didn't come over and
look for her in the tea room! Suppese
he did suspect she was Lorna Marris,
at all costs he mustn't confirm it! He
must be off his guard until she had
found out the meaning of that deliv-
ery of "fishing rods" on the 28th; or
at least until her father came back
from the Chathams and she could tell
what she knew.
She peeped out again. She saw him
go back into the garage.
"Yes, miss?" The waitress came
for her order.
"A cup of coffee, please," said
Lorna, hurriedly. She watched the
garage. He did not conte out again.
She drank the coffee slowly- when it
came, considering. Was he still in
there, waiting?
She allowed a quarter of an. hour
to pass. He did not appear again;
perhaps he had gone out through the
entrance into the other street. She
began to grow reckless. Because it
was a Itiied car, she felt she must
get it and take it back to Hamner.
Afterwards she wished she had had
the sense to leave it, and try 'to get
to Haunter somehow else.
But after sitting for hall an hour
over her coffee, she left the tea
room, and walked warily round the
block in order to approach the gar-
age from the other entrance; she kept
a look out to assure herself that
Hawksford was nowhere in the vicin-
ity.
She came to the garage entrance,
and peeped in. No Hawksforci any-
where! And there stood her car,
ready to drive away, twenty feet from
the doorway.
A little window into the office was
just inside the entrance, she put down
the five shillings which site had ready
in her hand, and called out to a
young woman working obliviously at
a desk inside:
"Here's niy parking fee!"
Without waiting for a reply, she
clashed for her car, put her suitcase
in, and sprang in after it; with the
chill of a narrow escape in her spine,
she drove hastily out into the road
and was just turning into it when she
saw Hawksford climbing hastily in-
to a big American car parked on the
other side of the road. Evidently he
had seen her getting into her car
from somewhere across the .street!
She accelerated, and in her excite-
ment narrowly missed a big delivery
van on the corner of the main street.
Shp glanced behind. The big black
ear was coming up in the rear,
Hawksford's face gazing through the
windscreen. He was giving chase.
She turned hastily north on the
main street, had the satisfaction of
seeing him held up on a crossing and
burst out of the stream of traffic
herself, on to the comparatively clear
road which led out of the town
through P'apanui, north to Planner.
She got a good lead, but lost it
again; he had picked her up again
and was fifty yards in the rear when
she glanced back two minutes later.
She saw how unwise it would be, even
if she could keep ahead of him, to
lead him an to Hanmer and what
would she do, supposing he overtook
her on those lonely roads?
At the first intersection she turned
west; she found herself in. a maze of
residential side streets, then by a
river set with willows; following this,
she crossed a bridge, drove by a park
for nearly a mile, turned north again
in the hope of eluding !tint, dodged
oast again, and came on to a straight
wide road almost empty of traffic.
She sped along it; looking behind
she seemed to have dropped him. Bat
she rushed on passing a notice board
which said: "Main Road South."
Not wanting to take the opposite
direction to Rimmer,she veered to
the right when the roads parted, and.
found herself heading west across the
plains towards the distant wall of
the central mountain chain, a sap,
phire rampart topped with the glim-
mer of snows. She studied the road
behind in her mirror. It was empty
—no, it was not, there was a car
on it. '
She did net accelerate immediately,
curiosity made her wait in !order to
be certain. It looked horribly like
it—but there were so ;many similar
American cars about. Half a minute
later the worst was obvious. It war
Hawksford, he had picked up her;
possibly he had never lost the trail,
and now he was coming along, all out
trying to overtake her.
Lorna stepped on the gas. The
small British car shot forward. It
was new, and she could force the
speedometer up to sixty , . The big
American car on the other handy
though more powerful, was not so
new ...
Each in a cloud of white dust from
the unsealed road, they flew on to
wards the mountains, in a fairly
equal race.
CHAPTER XII
KEEPING THE LEAD
"Thank goodness I, filled, up with.
petrol yesterday afternoon!" thought
Lorna. Now and again she•took her
eyes fromthe road for a glance be-
hind. She was keeping her lead. How
long would he keep up the chase?
Ten more miles lay behind them
and Hawksford had gained twenty
yards on her. The road lay straight
for mile after mile. Where there
were curves to hide her from view,
there were no intersections down
which to dodge.
And then came a point where the
road did veer to the right. There
was a road to the left, and Hawksford
was out of sight. She shot round the
corner, and even as she did so realiz-
ed that her dust would give her away.
A gust of wind cleared it for a mom-
ent. There he was hard on her trail
as usual.
"This is hopeless!" thought Lorna.
Then on her right she heard a
shriek and a roar and looking out
she saw a train on a rail track whioh
was rapidly converging with the
road; she could see the white wind-
mill signs ahead which marked the.
level crossing. She jammed down the
accelerator and raced for the cross-
ing. It was a long train, and if she
could cross the line in front of it, she
would leave Hawksford waiting for it
to pass, and have time to get ahead!
She could see it was going to be a
near thing, but she measured her
chance and set her teeth. She was
level with the engine now, out of the
corner of her eye she saw the fire-
men looking down at her across the
fence -which separated the road from
the track. Foot by foot she left the
engine behind.
It shrieked warningly. A slope in
the road sent her flying ahead of it,
and up the slight rise to the cross-
ing. Gasping, she shot over the rails
twenty yards ahead of it!
Triumph flashed through her. The
train. reared over behind; and then
the car skidded. The road sloped
slightly, it was deep with loose
shingle. The car spun ori the shingle,
shot sideways to the left, toppled on
THURS., DEC. 5, 1940 '1.
Phil Osifer of Lazy Meadows
By Harry 3. Boyle
"THE WOODPILE"
This column is being written at the
direct suggestion of Mrs.. Phil, For
some time now she has been waging
a campaign to have the wood in the
woodshed piled up in a neat and ord-
erly way, So far the 'results have not
been very satisfactory from her
standpoint ... Although asthe Win-
ter winds grow colder the pile of
wood grows smaller.
During the late summer the wood
was piled up in the woodshed, but
there was about seven cords of what
we call "buzz wood" in a pile behind
the barn, In an industrious mood one
day, the hired man and myself
brought it up and threw it into the
woodshed. It just about filled! up the
space not already taken up by the
piled wood.
The pile of wood was forgotten for
several weeks, Came a cold spell,
however, and Mrs. Phil occasionally
reminded us at the dinner table, "I
wish you would pale that wood. It's
a nuisance where it is now."
"Well now, we can't do it today," I
would say, "but the first day we can't
work at anything else; we'll make a
raid on the woodpile and have it fix-
ed up in no time at all."
The days went by, and then came
the snow. Getting the kindling at
night you had to keep a watchful !eye
out for fear a peak, formed by under-
mining in take out the wood, would
come rolling down on top of you.
Cutting the kindling you were liable
to glance it off the edge of a round
stick and feel a missle whizzing
through the air past your ear.
Mrs. Phil stopped mentioning the
woodpile. That bothered by con-
science and so on, several occasions,
lame excuses were made at the sup-
per table for the non -piling of the
wood. Mrs. Phil remained silent.
However, she did remind me to fill
the woodbox in the morning with the
announcement that she wasn't going
to risk her life trying to fish wood
out of the woodshed.
How I watched the pile to see if
the daily burning wale taking it down
any. At first I hadn't piled it on gen-
the edge of a steep grassy bank.
Lorna, jolted this way and that, felt
the wheel leave her fingers, felt her-
self flying through the air, saw sky,
green paddock and yellow road all
mixed in a dizzy flash.
She hit something with a dull shock
and „everything went dark.
* * * * * *
(CONTINUED NEXT WEEK)
eras reasons, but as the pile, grew
smaller I felt justified in leaving it
because it would soon be burned,
However, two things happened which
change the situation !entirely.
On Monday night I was asked to '.
get the old h-onkettle, a small black
pot which hangs from a spike on one
of the rafters of the woodshed roof.
After pretending not to hear, and be-
coming absorbed in the paper, I was
finally forced into going for the uten-
sil. There it was hanging from the
spike, It seemed so easy' to walk up
the side of the pile and reach for the
kettle :. . it was tool Perhaps it
was the added weight of the. kettle.
Something happened, and it happened
mighty fast. Down went Phil and
kettle and all , . and when Mrs.
Phil rescued us. the kettle was half
full of wood and I was almost cover-
ed by it.
I couldn't ask for •sympathy be-
cause I had brought it all on myself.
To add insult to injury, on the very
next evening I very foolishly went
out to get wood without taking a
light. One of those small, round trea-
cherous poles happened to be under
my heel ... and what happened is
better not told. However, I did fall
and in faIIing my arm tipped the ash
bucket. It was the hired man who
rescued me and that laugh of his
made me realize that murder can
sometimes be justified.
We're ending the menace of the.
woodpile. The hired man is piling it
today.
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Must Have Registration Card
Driving permits and motor markers
for 1941 are now on sale and motor-
ists are given time until New Years
in which to make their purchases.
Premier Hepburn, in his budget ad-
dress, warned that no time extension
will be allowed after January 1, al-
though in recent years this has not
been the rule,
For the benefit of those not pasted
on the subject, license and permit
fees have not been altered this year.
Motorists are urged to bring along
their national registration cards when
applying for licenses or permits.
Ontario Department of Highway
authorities also warn motorists to de-
stroy their old license plates upon
receiving new ones. This is the in-
dividual resltonsibilty of every motor-
ist.
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