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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1933-08-17, Page 2i Mystcr!ous asqu cradc By J. R. WILMOT sxrrgrBIG 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 - 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. 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