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By J. R. WILMOT
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At a London dance club Molly Car-
stairs meets :Roger Farling, who prom-
ises to get her a. job. The following
morning Molly is stopped by a police-
man and taken to the police station
where she is identified by a Mr. and
Mrs. Silver as their missing nie-. That
night at the Silver's home she discovers
she is being used ax a decoy in a
• gambling house." The Silvers next
tell Molly that Major Carstairs, her
father, is on his way home from India.
A further crisis develops when Molly
runs into Roger Harling leaving Paul
Silver's study, where there has been a
quarrel. Silver employs Judson to kill
Bailing. Inspector Slayton interviews
Roger regarding the suicide of one of
.Roger's friends.
Szow Go ON WITIE TSE STORY.
CHAPTER XIV.—(Cont'd.)
It was dark outside, and the Inspec-
tor was in no hurry. He paused for
a moment in the darkened doorway
that led to the suite of service flats
above. Once again just a little trick
he had cultivated. .la he paused he
saw a man standing on the opposite
side of the road standing under a
street lamp. Now people standing
under street lamps, or any .ether kind
of lamps for that .matter, always in-
terested the Inspector. This man was
trying to read something from a scrap
of paper in his hand. Which was
foolish of him, for it enabled the In-
spector to recognize the man almost
Immediately.
Stepping from his doorway the In-
spector deliberately crossed over to
the lamp, and the man beneath it
glanced quickly about him as he heard
the oncoming footfalls. It was too
late by then to do rnything, so he
stayed.
"Why it's my old friend Judson,"
smiled the Inspector, extending a
friendly hand. "Well, Judson, how's
life? Still treading the path of right-
eousness, .I hope?"
"You 'bet Y, am, Mr, Blayton," re-
sponded Judson, readily. I've had my
dose, I have. The game isn't worth
the candle."
"Nicely spoken, Judson. Still driv-
ing for Mr. Silver, at Hampstead, I'
hope? Nice fellow, Silver they tell'
me he treats his servants very well."
"O, I can't complain," said Judson.
"He was decent enough to give me a
job when everything seemed pretty
dry."
"That's fine; Can I find the address
you're looking for, Judson? I know
this beat rather well." -
For a split second, Judson hesitated,
"Thanks, Inspector, I was looking for
someone's name of Norris, a pal told
me the other day he was looking for
a man. You won't make it hard for
me, Mr. Blayton, will you, and you
won't split to Silver, neither, but I.
must better myself if I can, Mr. Blay-
ton."
'3 might even give you a reference,
Judson," smiled the Inspector. "But
I must confess I don't know of anyone
of that name. Perhaps someone's been
pulling your leg. However, let's stroll
along to the Yard and we'11 look up
a directory. Useful things, director-
ies, Judson. I reckon there's not a
day passes but I consult my Kellys."
"Thanks," murmured Judson, "I
never thought of that."
And arias inn arm- the two men stroll-
ed towards the Embankment.
CHAPTER XV.
The S.S. Inversnaide crept slowly
up the Thames to Tilbury clocks. She
had made an uneventful trip from
Bombay and had been fortunate not
to be delayed by bad weather.
On the promenade deck stood a
soldierly figure leaning lightly on the
rail. His heart had gladdened at the
sight of Gravesend and now with Til-
bury in sight in that grey October
morning, his pulses quickened.
Major Aldous Carstairs' looked a
soldier. He was tall and had intensely
blue eyes that showed up pleasantly
ii. his tanned complexion which was
set off by a small, neatly trimmed,
iron -grey moustache which matched
ex ctly the color of his hair.
e was thinking that twenty years
was a long time to be absent from the
Old Country and he was quite pre-
pared for the changes that time must,
necessarily, have brought. Yet he
had felt it impossible to have return-
ed earlier. During the war he had
served in Mesopatamia and then,
when the Great War had ended he
had been transferred back again to
the North West frontier which he
knew so well and which he had al-
ways regarded as being the key po-
sition geographically to Britain's se-
curity in India.
It was not that he had no longing
to return to England. Many a time he
had thought that an accumulation of
furlong would have permitted him a
t .velvemonth in England, but after
careful consideration be had decided
that when he did return it would be
for good. He would settle down in
some quiet place with Molly and per-
mit himself to be absorbed by English
rural society once again, hopeful that
tl'.e years would have purged his mem-
ory of the solrow he had known when
twenty-five years ago he had married
Helen Rawthorne and taken her out
to India with him.
Her death at the birth of his only
child, Molly, .lad dealt him -a hard
blow—a blow from which he had never
wholly recovered; and even though he
had sent the child back to England
to be reared and educated, he realized.
that to come back again for a few
short months and then to return,
would only have been to re-enact the
tragedy all over again in his mind.
But now the Past lay dead—white
bones bleached in the sunlight. In a
few weeks he would be leaving for
ever the Service he had grown to love
because it had brought him the for-
getfulness which the preservation of
his sanity demanded, and more than
that he would be re -united at last with
his child.
Many had been the tines when he
had sat in the welcome cool of an
Indian night thinking about her and
telling himself how fortunate he had
been in having friends such as Paul
Silver and his wife to bring her up;
end it had been even more fortunate
that the Silvers had chanced to be in
India some months after his wife's
death when he had been driven almost
to distraction to know what to do wits
that small bundle f whimpering hu-
manity that was his child. Well, all
that was over now. In half an hour
she would be with him and the thought
made hire as happy as a boy. He had
already promised himself that Molly
should have a jolly good time, In the
months and the years that lay ahead
of them he was determined that his
Molly should have everything that she
wanted. He would make up for her
everything she had missed in the past.
He had sent word from Cherbourg
that the vessel would make Tilbury
about ten -thirty in the morning, and
that he hoped that Molly and her
guardians would be down to meet
him.
As a result of that message there
had been a fever of activity at 'Lawn
House.' Molly had noted that Paul
Silver looked somewhat paler than
usual, while in contrast, Flora Silver's
face was as red as a turkey -cock's.
Both of them impressed upon the girl
the importance of the occasion, not
ft.rgetting, of course, to hint how
tragic it was that Molly should not
have regained her memory in time to
meet her 'father.'
As for Molly the excitement dis-
played by the Silvers was contagious.
She felt herself trembling in every
limb. She was sure that now that
the climax of their plot had arrived
they were as nervous as she was her-
self, and for the first time she re-
alized how helpful her assumed loss
of memory would be for her. Yet all
the time she hated herself for the de-
ception that had been thrust upon her
and which she was perpetuating. But
was little use thinking such thoughts
now. She must go through with it—
continue the pretence until such time
as she was able to find the real Molly
Carstairs.
Molly had not thought too much
about that as yet, had she done so
she might have realized how difficult
such a task might be. From all ac-
counts, the girl had run away eight
years ago, and in eight years a great
deal could happen. Inwardly, she
shuddered when she thought that
Molly Carstairs night be dead.
The household had breakfast early,
and at nine -thirty the car was drawn
up at the door with the implacable
Judson at the wheel.
The journey down to Tilbury was
accomplished in three-quarters of an
hour, and'as they arrived at the docks
they were just in time to see the grey
hull of the Inversnaide drawing in
to the wharf -side, while shrill whistles
screamed and an officer at the bow
shouted his instruction to the nen on
the quays through a megaphone.
There were quite a number of
people down to greet the vessel, and
Molly saw the decks crowded with
passengers fluttering white handker-
chiefs and calling imperfectly heard
greetings to those who awaited them.
Molly was beside Flora Silver in the
crowd that pressed around :ler wait-
ing for the gangway to be run up,
and the landing formalities to be pro-
ceeded with. Flora Silver's hand
clutched the girl's arra in a firm grip.
Her face was still flushed, Beside
her stood Paul Silver gazing eagerly
towards the vessel in an effort to lo-
cate a figure whom he felt he might
not easily recognize.
This was the worst moment Silver
had ever experienced in the long
length of a chequered career; a mo-
ment he had long dreaded, and now
that it had arrived he wasstill less
pleased with his emotions. But Paul
Filver was a born ganNer and Ie had
Lied to reassure himself with the
thought that the odds were slightly on
his side as yet.
"Can you see him, Paul?" Molly
heard the woman whisper, in a crack-
ed voice, to her husband.
He shook his head. "Not yet."
The boat was safely moored by now.
One heavy hawser at the hew was
straining taut, and dripping great
beads of dock water. Molly could
hear it creaking. Then a space was,
cleared on the quayside. A niyster-,
ions gap appeared in the side of the
ship; a derrick swung outwards; came
a rattle of block and pulley, and a
rope ending with a stout hook ran
down. Molly watched one of the mein
grasp it and hook it under a sling on
Doug Jr. Recovering
Doug. Jr., visits Doug, Sr. Still
showing the effect of his recent
pneumonia attack , but' strength
ened by sea breezes, Douglas
Fairbanks, Jr., arrived in England
"to look after father."
the waiting gangway. A man raised
his arm and then lowered it again,
and with another creak of the pulley
above, the gangway, soared precipi-
tously, drawn upwards and inwards
until one end entered the black gap.
in the ship's hull.
A moment later, a numbez; of blue -
uniformed officials climbed aboard fol-
lowed by several hien from the steam-
ship offices. The boat was now so
close that those on shore who had
recognized their friends and relatives
could conduct shouted conversations,
but though Molly strained her eyes
she could see no one among the people
c. deck who might correspond with
Major Carstairs.
(To Be Continued',) ,
Girl Baby Born in
Midst of Hurricane
In the midst of the hurricane which
struck South Trinidad recently a baby
girl was born to Mrs, Laurie, of War-
ren Trace, Moruga, and though the
roof under which the infant lay was.
carried away by the winds both
mother and baby are doing well,
"In pitch darkness and under tor-
rential showers of rain both my baby
and myself were snugly wrapped and
conveyed to a stable where we lay
until morning," Mrs. Laurie said,
"Trees fell close by, but I prayed
to God and trusted Him, and was
unharmed," she concluded.
Density of Space
Astronomers of Chicago University
calculate that all the gaseous and
solid material between a distant star
and earth could be packed into a
cub less than one-half inch on a side,
Ocean Flights
Unite World
J3albo, Post and Mollison
Crossings Held to Prove
Mail. Lines Possible
Within the' last month air history
has been made with a series of varied
flights which have tested every phase
of aeronautical science, writes Lauren
D. Lyman in the N.Y, Times. First,
In interest if not in significance, is
the massed flight of the Italian air
fleet, which already has included one
formation transoceanic hop of 1,500
miles, Next, and of equal significance
to the engineering world, if not to the
general public, is Wiley Post's series
of great hops over the Northern Hem-
isphere. Tlien, there is the flight of
the Mollisons, the importance of which
has been almost lost in the unfortun-
ate crash when they were within 30
minutes of their goal.
No recognized air records have been
broken. Captain Cyril Unwin's altit-
ude record of 3,976 feet still stands
to. Great Britain's credit. The Ital-
ian seaplane speed mark of 423 miles
has not been approached, The Ameri-
can land plane record of 394.38 miles
an hour, made by Major James Doo-
little in a Wasp -powered Gee Bee, still
stands as a world mark. The non-stop
distance record of 5,341 miles, made
early this year by a British team, was
longer by 1,300 miles than Post's great -
tat jump.
Yet all these record marks and the
trials that, step by step, have led up
to them over a period of twenty-five
years, contributed to making possible
the flights that have drawn so much
popular interest in the last four weeks.
Italian Flight Lessons.
One contribution of the Balho tour
will make itself felt in two distinct
ways, perhaps, before the- end of this
year, Those in, this country, who are
supporting the government in its de-
sire to increase the air armament of
both the army and the navy, are
pointing to the ease in which a great
squadron of potential bombers hopped
across from Europe to the very heart
of the United States on the Great
Lakes.
Next, the growing body of persons
favoring transoceanic air transport
are already compiling statistics from
the BaIbo flight to show Congress how
important postoffice support for trans-
atlantic air mail is going to be within
a very short time. In this connec-
tion both the Mollison and Post trans-
atlantic crossings have given support-
ers of transatlantic air mail argu-
ments for their cause,
The Mollisons faced head winds all
the way from Pendine Sands to
Bridgeport in a plane with two en-
gines which, together, delivered only
290 horsepower. They averaged but
83 miles an hour and, according to
Captain Mollison, but for time lost in
a fog over the Bay of Fundy they
would have made New York. Of
course they carried no pay load, but
with a refueling stop at Harbor Grace
or even at. Halifax they would have
been able to carry a substantial mail
load,
B. A. Loader, managing director of
the De Haviland Company of Canada,
and Captain Mollison both believe that
the latter's two flights across the At-
lantic against the prevailing winds
offer more than a little proof that the
ocean can be flown on some sort of
schedule.
Post Flight Important,
The Post flight develops a number
of interesting things. First in import-
ance—and Commander Prank Hawks
has 'stressed the same thing—long-
range airplanes of the future will be
equipped with controllable -pitch pro-
pellers. That item alone added a full
1,000 miles to the range of the Win-
nie Mae. With a ship similar to that
Lockheed, powered with a motor like
Gar Wood Prepares
‘ia,`stil
Gar Wood, United ,titates water speedster, and his mechanic,
Orlin Johnson, inside the forward part of the Miss America adjust-
ing the rudder control. With. new Mahogany lining and one thing and
another, they expect the craft to break new records this summer,
the 550 -horsepower Wasp, a westward
crossing in spite of bead winds with
pay load, could be made in a very few
hours, provided one refueling station
could be maintained between the east
coast of Newfoundland and New York
or Boston.
There have been twenty-eight At-
lantic crossings this summer, involving
fifty-two engines, This is counting
each plane of the Italian fleet for a
single crossing. There has not been
a single engine failure over the ocean
and, since his start back to Italy,
General Balbo's experience has shown
no great divergence from this record.
On the first legs of the return flight
several of his big Isotta-Franscliiui
engines showed signs of being a little
Out of condition, but the troubles were
but temporary,
At Fairbanks, Post wired his repre-
sentatives here and said that the mo-
tor was running so perfectly that he
had refused to change a single spark
plug.
One thing more stands out in the
Post flight, the success of the Sperry
automatic pilot. It gave trouble on
one or two occasions, but a trouble
hunt showed that the pilot was not
at fault. It was merely not getting
the right oil in the right place. A
new convert to the automatic pilot is
Commander Hawks, whose robot, built
by George de Beeson in Los Angeles,
is constructed on the same balancing
principle as the Sperry, but without
gyroscope.
Instead, a vacuum system pumped
empty of air by a servo air motor
actuates several pendulumlke weights
which, like the gyros, tend to seek
their proper plane and in so doing
manipulate the flying machine's con-
trols to insure an even keel in the
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Acid Is Cause
Of Tooth ] ,cay
P
According to Report After
Four Years Research
For four years now the Children's
fund of Michigan has been financing
'research investigations into the causes
of tooth decay, or dental cares. Last
week Dr. Russell W. Bunting, profes-
sor of pathology of the University of
Michigan Dental School, announced
that lie aucl his biochemical and bac-
teriology co-workers have came to the
conclusion that the real and basic
cause of tooth decay is the creations
of acids in the mouth by a type of
bacteria found in most mouths. This
germ, Bacillus acidophilus, produces
an acid that etches away tooth enamel
and opens up the less resistant pulp
inside to decay.
In recent years dental caries have
been variously ascribed as being due
to unclean teeth, general mouth acid-
ity, lack of calcium and phosphate
in the diet and shortage of vitamins
C and D.
It has long been known that some
persons never have dental caries, even
under the worst hylenie conditions. It
is now believed that this "immunity"
is due to the ability of their blood
and saliva secretions to check the
growth of the causitive organisms. At
Michigan itt has been shown in a test
tube at least that,the.blood of these
caries -free people will definitely "ag-
giutinate" or clump up Bacillus acido-
philus.
It is also stated. that skin injec-
tions are possible which give reactions
in keeping with the Susceptibility of
the individual to dental decay.
For such a skin test it would be
necessary to prove that the bacteria
exerted a toxic effect. If this has
been found it would be possible, the-
oretically at least, to develop meth-
ods of immunization against tooth de-
cay. Dr, Bunting, in the past, has
stated that such protection by immu-
nization should be possible.
For an Elder Sister
When mother leaves you in command
(The while she shops) meet each
demand
Upon your temper, time or care,
With competence and saloir faire.
If Baby wakes and wails for food
An hour or more before be should,
A little water's what he needs ---
It's good for hire between his feeds.
Should Willie shriek and kick the wall
Keep calm! Don't notice bim at all,.
He'll soon forget to scream and kick --
Wholesome neglect will do the trick.
Teach Ann to clean the forks and
spoon s ----
A job for rainy afternoons—
And
fternoons -.And when your father homeward
toils,
Be sure the kettle really boils.
* *
If on this pian you act tln'ougit life,
You'll make a most efficient wife.
Thoughtless Parents
Of Small Childre
Don't You Agree With What
the Smiths Said to the.
Jones'?
"What's that, Tom?"
Mrs. Smith woke her sleeping hus-
band.
"Toni, there's a child crying out
on the street and it's three o'clock,
I've been listening and—There! Hear
it? Do slip on your bathrobe and go
down."
In a few minutes the Smiths were
drying the eyes of a small boy in
pajamas who still shook with sobs.
"I want my mamma and daddy."
"Where are they? You're the little
Brown boy, aren't you? Don't cry now,
It's all right," cooed Mrs. Smith, cud-
dling him in her arms. "We'll take
you home... I wonder how he ever
got out," she added to her husband.
A late Arrival.
A car went past, slowed and stopped
at the Brown house. There were
sounds of merry voices and "good-
nights."
Mr. Smith, the little fellow in his
arms, approached the porch just as
Mrs. Brown was making a scene about
the door being open. 'There were bur-
glars."
They really hadn't expected to be
later than twelve o'clock. It was so
safe in the house and Junior was
such a sound sleeper! How in the
word had he ever climbed over the
high sides of his crib? And she
didn't think he knew how to unlock
the front door.
Mr. Brown said, "Have a glass of
beer, Smith And thank's for bring-
ing home the runaway. Do something
for you sometime.. , have to address
the kid about running off... suppose
the thunder woke him up . . . just
got home in time, didn't we—there's
the rain now."
A Neighborly Scolding.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown took turns
chattering. Junior's head was still on
Tom's shoulder, his arms around his
neck. Tom had a feeling that he was
afraid of being punished.
All this time he hadn't said a word,
He just looked.
"You two .. , fools," he blurted out
suddenly. "If you ever go out and
leave this baby alone in the house
again I'll have you arrested, I don't
know why some people are allowed to
have children."
He put Junior clown gently, slam-
med the screen door and strode out,
Fourteen inmates of the Ontario Re-
formatory at Guelph wrote entrance
exams this year, twelve of them pass-
ing. Four "students" got honors.
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