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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1934-02-15, Page 2SYNOPSIS. As the liner Wallaroo sails from Lon- don five crates of opium are removed and returned to the warehouse of Messrs, Xing, adjoining that of J'o .Lung, one of. the biggest "fences" in London, Matt Xearney, correspondent of a New 'Rork newspaper, has just said good-bye to his sister Eileen, a passenger, At the request of Detective Inspeotor Dawson Haig, Matt accompaniesNorwich, one of Haig's Scotland Yard men, to Jo Lung's. Matt Ands a notebook dropped by Yu'an :dee See, and Norwich is murdered soon after leaving Matt, Yu'an and Jo Lung escape in a motor cruiser to France, Haig goes to Marseilles and boards the Wallaroo there, One of the Wailaroo's passengers complains• that his cabin has been searched. • CHAPTER XII,—(Cont'd.) "Can you give me a list of the miss- ing articles?" anted Winter, the pur- ser. Mr. Len Chow, his spectacled face unemotional, replied that none were missing. "Then what's the raw about?" "The thief must be apprehended. He has rifled my papers. They are of great personal value." "But no value to anyone else?" "No: ' "Are any missing?" "No." There was silence for some mom- ents. "P11 make inquiries, Mr. Len Chow, naturally," said Winter; "but as you say he has stolen nothing, I really don't know how we are going to identify this person. Do you?" "I cannot say. But I must be pro- tected from such visits." "I'll see what can be done." At about which time, Dawson Haig, with his eabin door locked, was rapidly making pencil notes, while his memory served him. He had been unable to complete his investigation, owing to the unexpected movements in the cabin which immediately faced that of Mr. Len Chow. He much regretted the dis- order in which he had been compelled' to leave the latter's apartment. It had been this or discovery, however. Briefly, he had learned that Mr. Chow, according to his passport, was an American citizen, and that he could have been in England only a week, or possibly less, at the time that the Wal- laroo sailed. He found a receipted bili from the Grand Hotel, Birininghana. It was sufficient to convince Haig that Mr. Chow had been engaged upon the frustrated dope.:smuggling enterprise; had probably been responsible for safe delivery in Sydney, to which port, ap- parently, he was booked, A puzzling feature of his passport, which spoke of extensive travelling, mostly in the Near East, was a visa bearing yesterday's date, by the Egyp- tian Consul in Marseilles, which strongly suggested that Mr. C'how's plans had been changed and that he', was going ashore at Port Said. Haig presently presented himself in the captain's cabin. There he remain- ed for a whole hour busily transcrib- iivg from the borrowed Marconi books. a number of incoming messages and outgoing messages, received or dis- patched by the suspected five. While some of the messages seemed innocent ,enough, others, notably those sent by Dr. Oestler, quite obviously were com- piled in some sort of code. Haig went to his cabin and settled down before the little table to see what he could make of this new material. The half-caste woman known as Miss Ednam, and supposed to be a vaudeville artist, Mr. Len Chow, and Dr. Oester were the suspects whose names appeared in the Marconi books. Studying a list of telegraphic ad- dresses, which the captain had borrow- ed from the wireless room, Haig dis- covered that Mr. Chow's first two mes- sages had been addressed to "Lilung Causeway London." "Excellent," he murmured. "Lilung Causeway London" was the tele- graphic address of Jo 'Lung's estab- lishment in Limehouse! The messages themselves were sim- ple enough. They were these; One: "Arranged to Transfer Chow." Two: "Your Friend is Signed Chow." "That's clear enough," Haig mused. "Ile is informing Polodos that he has arranged to cancel from Port Said or Signed on Board to Sydney and is leaving at the for- mer. He later sends the information that there is a 'friend' on board, meaning Durham, of course. Durham thought he was spotted. He was quite right." Then, in order of date was an in- coming message which read; "Meuriee Paris Sixteen to Eighteen Signed Pascal" Mr. Lan Chow's third message, ad- dressed to "Pascal Hotel Meuriee Paris" read: "Your Friend Leaving Us at Mar- seilles Signed Chow" At which moment carne the sound of a loud rap on the cabin door, Dawson Haig hastily adjusted his tinted glasses. . Eileen Kearney stood outside. In a green jumper. suit and beret, her cheeks freshened and her eyes bright- ened by sea breezes, she looked absurd- ly young and disturbingly beautiful. "You positively startled me, Eileen," he said. "For heaven's sake, cut in quickly. Did anybody see you?" "No!" she said breathlessly. "But I heard someone corning along the main alleyway and had to run!" She stepped inside and closed the odor. "It's good to see you," Haig declar- ed. "But, according to our arrange- ments at Marseilles, I'm not supposed to know you yet! What's happened?" "This," Eileen replied,, speaking very rapidly: "Last night I was awak- ened by someone banging at a near - cabin door. I distinctly heard hum say, 'Marconi message.'" "That would be Dr. Oestler's cabin," said Haig. He stooped over his notes, scanning them rapidly until he carne to the last of several messages re- ceived by Dr. Oestler. "That must have been about half -past three this morning?" he suggested. "It was. Do you mean that you have the message there?" Dawson Haig :•.nniled wally. "I cer- tainly have it here," he replied. "Shall I read it to you?" "Yes, please do. Then I can tell you if—" "Tell me what?" "If it's the same." Haig stared at her in a certain be- wilderment, then: "This is it," he said: "Oestler Passenger RMS Wallaroo IBJH Keeper Searchlight Near Horne Stop Know Tell" He looked up smiling. "Does that convey anything to you, Eileen?" "No!" she confessed blankly, watch- ing atching hien. "It isn't the sante. Of course you can't possibly know what I'm talk- ing about, so I must explain. While I was in the bath this morning that sudden squall of wind and rain came. Do you remember?" Haig nodded. "I had opened the porthole and fas- tened the door back to freshen the air in my cabin, and Dr. Oestler, whose cabin adjoins mire, must have done the same. Because, when I got back—I returned first—a lot of papers which had been lying loose on my table had been blown right out into the main alleyway." Dawson Haig was thinking, "I have so little to offer this glorious girl. Yet, if I lose her life won't be worth a hoot. It seems like Fate that we've been brought together." "I didn't realize until I looked through them, that some of the papers didn't belong to me. There ere sheets of notes in German, some sort of scien- tific leaflet, and one or two other odds and ends, which I gave to the steward- ess, asking her to find out where they had come from. I suggested, as his door was open, that they probably be- longed to Dr. Oestler. I was right, and he sent a message back, thanking me. But later, when I was dressed, I found another fragment." She slipped a hand into a pocket of her jumper and produced a half sheet of thin paper. "When I saw this," she continued, and her voice grew very serious, "I thought you ought to know at once." Haig removed glasses and took Eileen's hand. upon the paper words: "Haig Chief Inspector Scotland Yard On Board. 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The IBJH was .elementary, the letters being merely those next in the alphabet to Haig, but the fact that "Head Keeper' Searchlight meant Chief Inspector Scotland Yard, was one which no cryptographer could ever be expected to discover. "Near Home" evidently corresponded to On Board; "!Known" to Identify; "Tell" to Ad- vise. It was a system of analogies, and he proceeded to apply it to the other messages, with the result that by luneh time he was satisfied that at least the gist of these was in his possession. He leaned back in his chair and whistled softly. Five members of this mysterious organization, prefesssedlY strangers to one another, were travel- ling in the Wallaroo, and Dr. Oestler was.evidently the Chief. But the pur- pose behind it all remained unfathom- able as ever. Three were booked to Port Said (since Mr. Len Chow had arranged to cancel his further pass- age) ; two to Australia. What did their presence in the ship mean? And what was the connection with the Limehouse murder? He was baffled, Perhaps the most alarming feature of the case was the fact that these people seemed to be suplied with deadly accurate information. Durham had been identified, so much was evi- dent. Now they knew that he, Haig, was on board! Since he could not recall having ever seen one of the suspects in his life—Franz Hartog ex- cepted—he inclined to the idea that Durham as well as himself, had been notified to Dr. Oestler from some well informed source. He bent over the messages which he had decoded. Those sent by the wo- man obviously related to the chief en- gineer, one of them reading: "Organ Grinder Sure Stop Big Boy And Next of Kin Not Running Signed Val" This he had translated as follows: "Chief engineer captured; Com- mander and chief officer no good. Val." That this meant that Corcoran had been bought over and become a party to some crooked deal, Haig did not be- lieve fOor a moment. He read it to mean that the infatuated engineer was playing into the woman's hands. He was to beeused, in some way, without his knowledge. But -Haig stared up at the port- hole orthole and asked the question aloud: "In what way?" (To be continued.) :An Exotic Menu Two hungry Canadians walked into the Hotel Central in Panama City the other day. In this sleepy old Spanish town, they were keen in the expecta- tion of enjoying a luncheon of strange and delectable tropical foods, quite different from anything they could. get at home. The bill of fare, written in the Spanish of the country, prom- ised well. It offered: Ensalada de Ren:olachas Sopa de Frijoles Chuleta de Puerco Frito, Salsa Manzaaia Papas Lyonesa Mazorca Pan Y Mantequilla Cafeote Canny, they asked for a transla- tion. Then they learned that this ex- otic bill of fare really conpzised the following: Pickled Beets Salad Puree of Native Beans Fried Pork Chop, Apple Sauce Lyonnaise Potatoes Corn on the Cob Rolls and Butter Coffee or Tea The Canadians decided that they :night just as well be lunching in a Chinese restaurapt in a prairie town. Finally some gesticulatory convex-. sation with a semi -comatose waiter produced a baked corbina and iced papayas. Panama's reputation as host was saved,—Financial Post. How to Cure an Inferiority Complex Delicious Quality GREEN T 715 Also in Black and Mixed Pithy Anecdotes Of the Famous "In John Forster's account of Dick- ens' visit to Montreal (in 1832) there occurs one of the few out-and-out er- rors to be found In that magnificent work," says Stephen Leacock (in his long-awaited—and well worth waiting for—"Charles Dickens: His Life and Work"). "Misled no doubt by. Dickens' handwriting in the letters he received, he says that Dickens and his wife stayed at Peaseo's Hotel. This is in- correct. Recent researches personally conducted in front of the hotel (still standing, in St. Paul S'.'.) show that the name (still legible) Is Rasco's Hotel. ,All research workers in the history of our literature will and in this correction of a standing error a distinct contribution to our knowledge of the life and character of Dickens and an ample justification of the pre- sent volume." e * 5 By the way, and as an ample justi- fication of the present praragraph, re - rent researches personally conducted show that Professor Leacock (or is it the printer? or the proofreader?) is incorrect in referring—on page 15— to "the Dodson and Foggs, the Vho- leses, the Parkers, and the Tuiking- horns," etc. I can hear all Dickensi- ans, including the Professor, shout: "Isn't he perky?" * * * "And pray, Mr, Lamb," asked a lady of dear old Charles Lamb, "how do you like children?" "B -b -boiled, ma -ad -am," he replied in his stuttering way. * * * . In one of Mrs. Clemens letters to her famous husband (Mark Twain) when he was away from home on a lecture tour, she wrote: "This afternoon Susie (a small daughter) and I had a rather sad time because she told me alie—she felt very unhappy about it This evening I Prayed for her that she might be for- given for it. Then I said: 'Susie, don't - you want to pray about it and ask for yourself to be forgiven?" „'Oh, one's enough,' she replied." A chip off the old block. * * * And that reminds me of a story told by Mrs. Alice M. Willamson, the novelist (who passed on recently), in her reminiscences "The Inky Way." A Loudon doctor was prescribing for a pretty girl. "My child,' he said, "the trouble is with our little tummy. We must diet." "All right, doctor," the docile child sighed. 'What color?" • * 5 5 Israel Zaukwill was no beauty—in fact he was fascinatingly ugly, When Mrs. Williamson — an American by birth—first met him—he- and Maeter- linck came to lunch with her and her husband, C. N. Williamson—she rath- er stared a little. "Well," said Zangwill, "I know I'm considered the ugliest man in London, if not in England. Many people be- lieve that I ought to have been born centuries earlier, to inspire gargoyles. Am I better or worse than you expect- ed?„ "To sucha challenge I hardly knew what answer to give, "but I stammer- ed some banality about having thought so muck about his books I'd bad no Wile to think of his looks." g * * * Lack of self-confidence, nervousness, blushing in company and other symp- toms of what is termed the inferiority comple, seem to trouble, a number of people. Now, the case of all these things is that the sufferer things too much of what others think , of him. The remedy lies not in medicine, but in yourself, Beyond advising ton- ics, sound diet and fresh air,, aa doe - tor can do little when the patient is tbviously on the way to it1-health as a result of worries. It is useless and harmful to spend the best yearsoflife wondering ring what others think of you, especially , when you are convinced that such thoughts are the reverse of flatterin,';.I Try to adopt the attitude that you; are as good, if not better, than your fancied critics. Von should realize that life is much too short for others to worry about, your particular trouble. 1f woman's intuition. Is so wanderfns why dues she ask so many questions? Can you imagine an author writing six serial stories at one time! Yet Mrs, Williamson did. It is true that she bad the help of her husband, 0. N. Williamson, who, however, had no part in the actual writing. In the ear- ly days of her career, she accepted a commission from Lord Northcliffe— or Sir Alfred Harmsworth, as he was then—to begin six serials for simul- taneous publication in his newspapers and magazines. * * * * While she was writing them, in her "spare time," she also began a travel book—"The Lightning Conductor"-- which became a best-seller on both sides of the Atlantic. "I used to feel guilty about speud- hig time on "The Lightning Conduct- or'," recalled Mrs. Wiliiainson, "lest I should be tempted to neglect the six serials, and often I worried so much EGcSWANTE.D We Pay Top 'Prices For Eggs. Write Por Our Weekly Quotations. riilyte Pick o Cow 78•84 Front St, East, Toronto ISSUE No. 6—'34 that I fell victim to one terrible dream, It was always the same, "I had got the serials mixed, and had given the lover of heroine number one to heroine number two, and so on through the list. In the dream, also, a heroine or a hero who had started out with brown eyes suddenly "developed orbs blue as sapphires, in the mix-up of characters. Their names got switched around, too. But fortunately nothing of this kind happened, except in night- mares." * * * * The genuine poetical turn and the studied affectation of Oscar Wilde's character are well illustrated In this incident related by Frederic Whyte (in his biography of William Heine- mann, the publisher). Whyte had gone to Paris to see the author of "Salome" about some work he was to do for Heinemann. He found Oscar wearing deep mourning and looking very mel- ancholy. * a •* * Naturally Whyte thought Wilde was suffering from some recent and cruel bereavement and cautiously ventured an inquiry on the delicate subject, only to receive the unexpected reply: "This happens to be my birthday, and I am mourning (as, I shall hence- forth do on each of my anniversaries) the flight of one year of my youth into nothingness, the growing blight upon my Summer."- * 5 5 5 After leaving Cambridge, Hugh Wal- pole joined a mission for Liverpool seamen—his father being Bishop of Edinburgh but the enthusiastic young man was no match for the smooth- tongued and oily sailors who loved to bait unwary missioners, says Mar- guerite Steen (in "Hugh Walpole.") He consoled himself by reading "Frau- lein Schmidt and Mr. Anstruther," which was appearing serially in the "Cornhill Magazine," and committing some of his enthusiasm to a letter to its author, "Elizabeth." (Pen name of Countess Arnim, afterwards the Count- ess Russell). a7 * * * - In due time he received an answer saying what a nice young man he sounded and inviting him to tea, "Eliza- beth liked the romantic -minded, and good-looking young man and immedi- ately invited him to become the tutor of her three little daughters—the April, May and June babies—in Ger- many the following Autumn. "Until September Hugh lived in a pleasant dream in which 'Elizabeth' occupied the centre of the stage and the babies barely a corner," adds Miss Steen. "But upon his arrival, the full enormity of the fact that he knew nothing at all' about instructing the Young threw him into a panic, It was not long before he returned to England with the first draft of a novel in his bag." * * * * One great disappointment of his childhood that Hugh Walpole remem- bers was the time he was given, ba his reverend father, the choice of see. ing Wilson Barrett in "The Sign of the Cross" and Beerbohm Tree in "Henry IV." Tremulous with excitement, Hugh stammered out his preference for "Tile Sign of the Cross." The pe, ternal brow clouded. "Come, conte, now, Hugh! Thins{ again: "Shakespeare, you know!." In spite of the note of admonish• sent and warning in his father's voice the quaking Hugh proffered, from the depths of bis desirous heart, a dither, Mg reiteration of his formes' choice. an act of untoward daring that met with its awful deserts. "I'm disappointed in you, Hugh!" The Waipoles went to. "Henry IV," and to rub it in, as it were, the outing was referred to as "Hugh's Treat!" * * * * "Elizabeth's second husband, that late Earl Russell, whose brother( Bertrand Russell, the author, succeeds, ed to the title on his death) told this story in his book "My Life and Re+ miniseences": "My grandmother, Lady John Rus- sell, was a great favorite with. Queen Victoria throughout her life. Not alone, of course, because she had the peculiar and unusual capacity of wag ing her ears like a dog. 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