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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1931-08-27, Page 2To maks. ICERTEAm. Brew tea usuaivo strain off leavesrallow to cooadd lemon and sugar to t4ste., pour Into glasses half full °lunched ice pomorm•••• "Fresh from the Gardens' eae TH. KESTREL HOUSE MYSTERY 4 5. I Li By T. C. H. JACOBS SYNOPSIS Renry Holt and his ward, Muriel Mainwaring, are staying at a Dartmoor farm. Holt's friend, Moineau, living at Kestrel House, is desirous that Muriel marry Moineau's nephew, Hayden Mer - Ce:. A. series of mysterious disappearances has been alarming he neighborhood, Mona Page, the vicar's daughter, being the latest victim. Another boarder at the farm, Percival l'yecroft and his valet Flack, discover a secret underground passage to Kestrel House. Inspector Barnard steals into Kestrel House and runs into a, crook, Slick Samuels, who gives some interest- ing information. Later Samuels is found stabbed to death. Barnard arrests Pye- croft, who effects an escape. When Bar- nard retires that night he is assaulted by a masked man. Muriel tells her guardian that she detests Hayden Mer- cer. CHAPTER XVII.—(Cont'd.) "Stop, Guardy, you don't know what you are talking about." Muriel turn- ed angry eyes and flushed face to- wards him. It seemed to Holt that he was staring at a stranger, the school girl had vanished, in her place had come a woman, who regarded him with such a comprehensive look of scorn that he felt uneasy. Vaguely he wondered what was responsible for the transformation. His ward had suddenly grown up, and he was startled at the change. "But, my dear—" he began in tones of conciliation when she again broke in. ere_ "In marriage love is everything, „eseee enT„teerAY. "Nritnont t T1G4=1:mit last and, to think of Marrying Hayden Mercer, or anyone else, when I did not love him, would be madness. I'm surprised that you do not realize it." Holt leaned forward, his plump hands re eng on his knees. He smiled a little nee: tainly. "My deae, rm an old man, and it is my dearest wish to see you settled and well provided for. You are young an, —romantic, if I may ese the expression. Marriage should be found- ed on mutual respect, I know, but when poverty comes in at the dor, • love flies out at the window. Hayden loves you with all his big heart and soul. If you married him, my dear, you would soon learn to love him in • return. I've not many years left to me, and I should like to see you set- tled before I am taken." There was something almost com- ical in the manner in which Holt sad- ly shook his head. Muriel, despite her anger, had difficulty in suppressing a smile. "Nonsense, Guardy," she retorted, sharply. "You are not an old man, or anywhere approaching it. Why do you speak as if I should be destitute when you . . . you die? What of the money my father left me, was it so very little?" Holt's merry blue eyes narrowed slightly, and some of the good humor faded from them as he regarded his ward. "The money your father left has an been absorbed in your education," he "I thought you were aware of the position, my dear," he said, in tones which conveyed a mild reproof. "Has someone been n. . er . . . suggesting otherwise?" "Good gracious, Guardy! Whoever do you think would do that?" demand- ed Muriel, in feigned surprise, which to some extent deceived and reassured Holt. "Well, er . nobody, of course, my dear," he said, hastily. "Hullo, here comes Hayden!" Hayden Mercer came striding up the garden path to the open French windows. He greeted them with a cheery smile, and shook Holt warmly by the hand. But Muriel, watching him critically, saw the look which he flashed to her guardian. It was a command which said, "Clear out" as plainly as if he had uttered .the words. Holt arose lazily from his chair, folded up the morning paper, and went to the door: "There's a little job which I must attend to," he murmured, not looking at his ward. "I'll be back again presently." Mercer sat down in the chair which he had vacated, and taking out his case, selected and lit a cigarette. Mur- iel sensed that he was ill at ease; she noticed the slight trembling of his fingers as he held the match, and the nervous twitch of his mouth. Sud- • eply he leaned toward her, his eyes •a detionatelei'grarer;- his -twee lbw* and just a trillehusky. "You realize the truth now?" he asked. Muriel braced herself for the fight which she knew was coming. His curiously hypnotic, pale blue-green eyes looked searchingly into her own, but she felt none of the vague fear of which she had in the past bean constious. Whatever power Hayden Mercer 'night have exercised over her, that power was now gone. The strength and courage of her love was as a shield protecting her. She felt strai 1y calm. "What do you mean?" she asked sharply. "That your guardian was right coll- een.. ;r1.0. Pyecroft. You have heard that. I; is wanted for the murder of one of his criminal associates?" Mercer's cultured voice held no hint of triumph, rather did his tones con- vey a measure of sympathy. Muriel nodded. "Yes, I have heard," she admitted. "What of it?" "I think that you were growing fond of that man, Muriel, the fatal charm of the blackguard for a pure woman. I seemed helpless to warn you, you heeded not your guardian's kindly, but I'm afraid rather tactless, remonstrances. My heart was torn with bitter jealousy, my love for you seemed hopeless," Muriel half rose from the chair as if he would come to her, but the hard little laugh she gave stopped him. replied slowly. "While I am alive, my dear, you will never want, but yen "Hayden, you are the kind of man gee whose heart is governed by his head, see, mine is only a life pension, goes with me." Instinctively Muriel knew thet Holt was lying to her, Even if Pyecroft had not told her the truth about her 'heritage she would still have ltnever, She was beginning seriously to mis- trust her smilitig, milcl-mannored guardian. Behind the jovial exterior she sensed hidden depths of charade., Mercer sat back in his dealt, breathing hard. This was a new Mur- iel and he did not like the change. What did she mean about the charm whom she could love and trust 0 of money? With an effort of will, he was fugitivecontrolled himself. from justice, a hunted crea. "Why do I want to marry yon? Be- eause I love you with every atom ,ef my being," he ceied, passionately. "Life without you is impossible." Mercer was a good actor, but his voice lacked the force of real sin- cerity, his meaner was a trifle too theatrieal. Muriel, who knew real love, detected the false strain. She shook her head and smiled, a little grimly. "That is not the reason, Hayden, the true reaeon," she said quietly. Mercer made a gestute of repudia- tion; he reached out and caught her and if people are like that it really r..eans that they hay; no heart at all.. You referred to the fatal charm. of the blackguard for a good woman; there is also the fatal charm of money for some men, Why do you want to marry me, when you know so well that I do not love you and never ing straight into het eyes, exertint ell' What New York the power of which he was capable t break down this new-fennd strength w Is Wearing Muriel xegarclecl him steadily, .we$ doing what it was that eo oddly rai s • gelled her. It was, sheL,E decided, 11,BY ANNEBELWORTHINGTON pale eyeand thin lips, ontwarci iind I2o, SCOTTIE - ADvaturratas of of a ssoul which was not triee. Thee* illustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur - Was s nne.tbing lacking in him, as visited With, Every Pattern her guardian; the real character Wn hidden behind the veil of their pleas ant manners. It was not so p4, nouneed in Holt as in Mercer; the latrl ter, she thought, was a much strong4 character, but there was a lurkiqd furtiveness about them both, SA though they were constantly on guar against something. It would noel/ have been noticed by the casual ete. quaintance, but lately she had studi them WV, very closely, especially guardian, and being constantly in h company, this hidden streak was b coming very apparent. Mercer's vov, came to her, strangely distant, a 1' she realized that she had not repli "I'd sorry, Hayden, but I conn marry you, and that is definit There was a finality in her tone :whie roused Mercer's rising temper. $ had dismissed his passionate plenclx. as if they were commonplacee4ttet, ances unworthy of sdiione consider tion. The pupils of his ileo.1 tracted, his thin lips drew •into bloodless line, and the muscles of lite face twitched. When he spoke he voice wae calm, almost silky, bui, there was a menace in its quietness. "Very well-, my dear. I must accept defeat. . . . for the present." Muriel, in spite of her out'w coolness, trembled at the smooth toe which he adopted. She knew that .4, was raging and guessed that it we only by a strong effort that he keto control over himself. She hastened to end the dreadfu interview. Rising from her chair sh was about to make some remarl which would close the matter wile the door opened and Holt, smili, beneficiently, came into the roo which would not be nice to explore. Be had some powetful reason for this constant urging of marriage. Sudden- ly she felt all alone, the only man tore who could not help her. But even as the feeling came, the thought of Pyecroft thrust it aside, and her little chin set defiantly, a new light of de- termination came into her eyes, for his sake she must keep a brave heart. "Oh 1 see," she murmured "my r lather, then, was a poor man?" Holt nodded, watching her intently. This was the first time they had de- finitely discussed the matter, and 'le wondered how much she really kne about her affairs. Was it nossible that Pyectoft had told her anything? If he had, and Holt had a strong see r• • • ennine Muriel had the impression that daintiness expresses this n must have been outside, like an -ac new model of printed crepe silk. waiting for his cue, his entry was And what a fascinating affair it is well timed as to be theatricaleee• With a little nod to Mercer she fittl through the windows to the garder, where she went quickly to her favorite spot, a tiny summer house, almost entirely covered with roses and hitti,. to make and to wear. • A peplum 'frill encircles the hips— but is cleverly placed so as not to interfere with its slenderness. A frill also finishes the fitted cape collar that chooses the becoming V-shape at the den behind a hedge of privet. Neither front and bow trim. of the men. noticed where she ha gone. Ten minutes later they passed h Mercer was speaking. "P11 give you anoteer eeve Holt, to get that girl think mind, and then, if it's still • o,' 11 give her to the Doc to nlay clehm her, I will!" 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"There is only one reason, and that • —is illy boundless love for you," he de - ISSUE No. 34— 31 ' 1 ela• ted slowly and impressively* look- AStu4Sr in. Grace .,. ,, Even a steam shovel talem e lines of beauty wh::n Gelrela Ce.le- man, world champion girl dill ir, pulls the s wit -11 wh:.eh s' ars the excavation of .the groan& for.ijhe new pool IP Les Angles where' the 'Olympics. .will bo held. ) What came before: Captain Jimmy is reed down in his plane on a desert island while flying from China to japan. Night after night he builds afire in hope of attracting a passing ship. Then one evening he hears a steamer whistle in the daricness. Night can't last forever, Gradual. ly a faint light showed in the East. There we sat, all huddled around the fire, waiting. A dozen times 7 thought I made out a ship—only to find out that It was my imagination. Then came an excited yell from Chung, "Lookee, lookee. Bigeo Boat!" There sure en- ough, was a good sized freigli t steamer, anchored several miles from shore. Just about san up, a boat put off and a little while later it was beach- ed about where we landed our plane. The Captain, whose name was Bueno, had seen the faint glare of our fire and decided to stand by and investigate in the morning. The crew were all Philipinos and spoke not a, word of English. I explained to him that we must take the plane spart and bring it with us, and after a while we dis- mantled it, and carried it abroad. General Lu had gone withthe first boat to the ship, from which he re- fused to budge, but Chung stayed with Scottie and me and went in the last boat. "Chung", I said when leaving, "What shall we call that Island of ours?" Chung gave it a scornful look, "Call him EGG" and so, Egg we call- ed it, which after all Vas appropri- ate, for it was nearly egg-shaped. It was hazy and growing towards dark as we stood on the bridge of the Madrigal peering by turns through a telescope at the vessel which lay on the very horizon. Now and then we could see faint flashes as though a small gun was being fired. Through the glass we could make out the ship as a small steamer, while dead a Imaa of it, and partly hidden from us was a second boat that we couldn't see clearly. It was late in the afternoon of the first day out from Karatsu, Japan, with a full load of coal bound for Meanie. Scottie and 1 were mak. ing the trip with Capt. Buena and planning to spend some time on the islands, Securely lashed on deck was our plane; the Borden, Eagle. Karatsu, we hal built her some pontoons and we had rigged a der- rick and sling so that in a very short space of time we could launch the plane, overeide. The Captain was intently examin- ing -.lase strange ship through the telescope when Chung rudely inter- rupted. "Chung lookee through longee stliek," he announced. That China boy was all a quiver to get the glass into his hands. Never had he seen one before, let .alone hold one, and he was all excit- ed. With one hand he held the eye piece to his „eye and grasped rthe other end of the telescope firm- ly. The very next minute tbere • was and ex- clamation o f surprise a n d dismay and the r p stood Chung with the Aee, telescope a 1 1 collapsed. He . -re • -_i1i had pushed the two ends to- gether and instead of a telescope about two or three feet long he held in his hands one that was only about eight or nine inches long. You should have seen the surprised ex- pression on his, face. (To be continued) Note: Any young reader writing to "Captain Jimmy", 2010 Star Bldg., Toronto, will receive his signed photo, free. 7de/4 Chocolate Malted ilk The health -giving, delicious drink for children and grown- ups. • - Pound and Ralf Pound tins at your grocers. Before You Write Glamis Castle Thinktwice beeore you write a letter, ! . The things fn say, the words to find. ' Glamis as it stands'is a,thin,g of Jo, to th Will it makasotheone happier, better, e untutored eyes of the casual More pure of heart, more clean of visitor no less than it is to the spec- tacled optics of the archaeologist. Both are confronted—the first prob- ably with rather more distinctness than the second—with a massive, tow- ering ering Keep, bristling, with odd little Think twice before you write a lover, Think twice before you write a pepper -box excrescences, dotted about friend, here and there, without any attempt Shall what you write seem sweet as at regularity; two flanking wings, one clover, More firmly 'bind and closer bend Or shall it say that all is over bend, whole of pink stone, pitted and bleach - And at'an end? ed with the wind and weather of many mind, Or make the eyes a little wetter With thoughts unkind? 1 of which wanders away into a long stretch of offices and outbuildings; the Think twice, 'Life's see may more divide us Or may unite,us, good or :ill, Our letters ships to those denied us centuries. Such is Glamis Castle, the oldest, the most picturesque and the most discussed private residence in the United Kingdom. The antiquity of the central part is immense—so great in That makerethem near, or farther • fact that it stretches back beyond all still, records and loses itself in a haze of Yes, they may come and sit beside us, mystery and legend. Whether Mac - If We but I beth ever pillowecl his royal head theredoes not matter ranch. The evidence of the Castle's stupendous And, if your pen was dipped in gall, ago lies chiefly' in itself—in its forma - Though friends are false, though love. tion, in the stones of which it is built deceives you, and in the premediaeval thickness of Though visions fade and castles its walls, fall -- 1 It is these walls which have kept Then you would better, though it the old pile standing through all the grieves you, • rolling centuries and. it is these walls Not write at all. 1 which are responsible, in the main, for —Douglas Blalloch. 0. all the legends and tales of mystery Tallest Building Proves that surround the Castle; for in their , thickness there is room for a conceal - Largest ,Lightning Rod ed house of cubic, dimensions not te New Yorke—The new Empire State greatly inferior to those which the i3uilding, towering 1,250 feet into the Keep now exposes to the eye. Sofia clouds, proved itself the world's of these concealed stairways ane by - largest lightning rod when It was ways are still accessible, What thrills struck three times by liefeeeing dur- of tremulous joy were mine when, as ing a thunder storm here. .. a boy, I lowered myself through a trap - A great bolt hit the metal mooring door in the floor .of the Blue Room mast at 9,20 p.m., causig a flash of dressing -room and—candle in hand— flame seen for many blocks ,and a de- wound my excited way down a little tonatibn as of thunder, but no damage corkscrew stone stairway which event - was done to the building, power and ually ended in nothing—I believe in telephone lines, 'the thickness of the drawing -room Telephone operators on the 80th wan' floor said a sheet of flexile shot past The old twelve -foot walls are full the windows down to the ground, of such little stairways and passages— "Experts have proved the Empire many of them known to the present State Building is a giant lightning generation; many others, no doubt, un - rod," .Edward Carney, superietendent, known. People used to talk much of said. "It protects nearby buildings a supposed secret room at Glamis. Irma lightning damage." : Why, there are probably a score of secret rooms or more, blocked up per- ha.-,, centuries ago and hidden away Con etilet for ever (until the Castle crumbles to We should teach God's glory day ruins) in those vast mysterious walls, ey day, not by words only, often not It' would be odd indeed if eerie tales by words at all, but by our conduct. did not circle tumultuously round such If you wish your neighbor to see a house,—Xenel Ernest Hamilton, In what God is, like, let them see What "Ield Days and New," Ile can make ou like.. Nothing is 30, infectious as e,xaMple.--0. Kiegs- City. Vistor "You're quite wrong in eonsidering'the birds a nuisance; the' devour insects and caterpillers," Farmer: "Thanks for telling me. It's a greateconeolation to know that they eat ray fruit merely for 'dessert," 4 "Why should 1 marry?" said a cow firmed old maid. don't need a husband. I have a' dog. 'a parrot and a cat." "nut that has nothing to do with it." "Oh, yes, It has The dog growls all day; the parrot swears the whole time; and the ea( spends every night ouL That's me ough fee me • 1