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women helped with
but mostly, I’m
with useless advice,
longer mistake this
celebration bonfire.
and he let out a
editor would most
I picked up the
tripped me to dis-
By Isabel Waitt
I was shaking all over, yet enjoy- i
ing it in a way—not the murder, of
“I’m sorry, Miss Norcross. I did
get you a key, but left it down at
course, but the mystery, the excite- the church in my bag, after the auc-
ment, being mixed up in the middle tion.
of .it with such a topnotclier as Vic- .without fail,’1
tor Quade. Suddenly I was filled
with terror. “Could his — his body
have been in the chest when I was
trying to open it after the auction?”
You shall have it tomorrow
“Well, 1’1 like it tonight. Do you
know your guests have been missing
things out of their rooms?”
trying lu u^eu iv uli-cx lxxv www*w**» 1 ' Sh-h-h! Please. Nobody
“Undoubtedly. The killer had put'reported—”
it. there for safekeeping, but some- j “Well, I know better. Mr.
thing made him decide he’d better iter’s just discovered he has lost a
get rid of it. Anybody know about j bottle of turpentine and he’s furious,
that old chest?” ‘Have to go to Rockville for more, he
“Everybody. All our guests. They said, and he wants to finish his pic-
knew I’d bought the church and I < ture of the old Quaker church in the
using morning. And I’ve lost that lovely
! blue scarf I wear around my head.
!It’s Hugh’s really, but—”
1 Turpentine! A silk scarf! I tried
to keep the annoyance out of my
. tone.“ They'll turn up. Who’d steal
turpentine? As for the scarf, maybe
j your brother borrowed it back. Stick
a chair undei' your doorknob.
iget that key the first thing
row.” j I brushed by her.
.good sleep, but now that
of her sleeping medicine J off, she’d talk all night
. her.
j If Albion Potter still
paint in the midst of
bridges and missing dead
couldn’t he use kerosene? I’d give
‘him some in the morning. But now
. I staggared up another flight and
.quickly hopped into bed.
j Tomorrow I’d help Victor Quade
I mustn’t forget to jot down the fact
1 that Thaddeus Q. could manage to
get around without his chair. Nor
that I’d called to the man we’d heard
running near our path and he hadn’t
j answered. Hugh said he didn’t hear
jus. Maybe it wasn’t Hugh, then.
[And the light in the fish shed. Brown
might know something. He could, at (least, see. The only window iu the
old shed took in the Quaker church.
Yes, I must see Victor to quiz Brown.
Victor! Already I was calling Mr.
Quade that to myself. Well, why
I not? Everybody called me Judy.
Mr. Norcross told me to call him
I Hugh, after our first short walk to-
; gether the week he arrived. He made
perhaps be
gins at the
bragged quite openly about
the old sea box for a hope chest.”
“Just when was that?”
“I don’t know. Suppertime, when
I was serving. I think. They all eon-
giatulated me.”
Why She Bought Church
Victor Quade’s dark eyes glinted.
“You’ll never want it for a hope
chest now. Tell me, why did you
buy the church ” ,
Should I tell him? I wanted to,
but the $500 still hidden in my
stocking and the silence imposed by
my anonymous friend bade me wait.
“Oh, for a lending library or a tea
room.” I took the defensive. “I’m
really a teacher, stranded without a
school. This hostess business is
just a vacation affair.”
“But a lending library — so
from town?”
I could see he didn’t believe
though I looked him straight in
you want to write
here's one ready-
have to do is fill in
far
me,
the
Couldn’t have asked
eye. “Well, if
mystery stories,
made. All you
the gaps.”
“It’s perfect,
anything better.
"Even if you had constructed it
yourself? Did you?”
He laughed quietly. “We’re all
suspect. When I plan a killing, I
shan’t come in a trailer and park for
the Summer, leaving the getaway
miles back in Rockville.’
might if you were very, very
has
Pot
I’ll
tomor-
She’d
the
had a
effects
had w
if I’d
orn
let
towanted
blown-up
bodies,
car five
“You
clever.”
“The
Miss Jason, you must
morrow 11 be a lallapaloosa. But it ‘ n0 secret Of liking me,
you get a minute, will you jot down j cause there weren’t any
girl has a criminal instinct,
go to bed. To
you get a minute, will you jot down .....
anything unsual that occurs to you ’hinExcept his sister and me.
1 " V Help me work j
We’ve quite a head start I
” j The old house settled down
t stillness like the night before Christ-
about this business?
it out? T“ '
on the police.'
It was after midnight. I promised, (and said good-night. But though he (mas. If creatures were stirring, they
sent, me to bed, Mr. Quade seemed . were mighty quiet about it, I tried
reluctant to let me go. It would be ‘
now. With sharp horror
the wires had been cut.
wouldn’t Rockville mis-
for a night-before the
scrub, while the
pails of witter,
ashamed to say,
Nobody could
for a harmless
Why didn’t the Rockville Fire De
partment respond, without being no
tified? Several asked this question.
Surely the flames would be visible.
But they’d forgotten the density of
the fog, which didn’t lift till long
after daybreak when the fire was all
out. Even if they had come, they
couldn’t have crossed the
and might, themselves, have
dreadful accident,
Searching the Ruins
Toward dawn the shed was
sputtering heap of cinders,
what would they find? What would
they find!
We were all running around try
ing to help. I’d encountred, as I
remembered afterward, everybody
except Uncle Wylie, still sleeping it
off in. his room, and, of course
Thaddeus Quincy, wrapped in a
blanket, watching the fire from his
chair. He’d managed to wheel him
self onto the porch. But none of us
had found a trace of Old Man Brown
until my foot slipped.
Ugh! I can feel it now—like a
bony snake. It threw me off bal
ance so that I barged into the Rev-
bridge
had a
just a
And
her apricot satin
cried. “There’s an
deaf—in that blaz-
r SWEET
CAPORALI Ct G A R
"The purest form In which
tobecco can be rmoked"
erend’s stomach,
word which any
certainly delete,
thing which had
cover it was a large, old-fashioned
ear trumpet—the kind you used to
see years ago, in plays, when a deaf
person would hold one up to yojir
nose and shout “Hey?” Well, poor
old Mr. Brown would never again
use this one. I took
Victor.
“Added to unsolved
trumpet, saved by
couldn’t save himself,
of the window, didn’t
“Maybe, You say this Brown was
stone deaf? Very interesting.
Very.”
“Well, one thing’s sure. It proves
he’s dead. Otherwise he’d be cling
ing to it.”
“Oli, yes! Never talked in it my
self, but my husband has,”
Aunt Nella, ,
“Mrs. Gerry, what time does
milkman arrive? Any earlier
days?”
“Later. But we’ve enough cream
saved for breakfast. Around noon,
The Head’s the last place he calls.”
Victor sighed. “Hear that, folks?
Dosen’t that beat the dickens? We’ve
had an explosion nobody heard at
the bridge. Nobody from Rockville, I
mean. Another, followed by a fire
nobody saw. Now we’ve got to wait
till 12 o’clocki before the milkman
can get here.”
“We could meet him,” Potter sug-
bested.
“We’ll appoint a committee,”
boomed De Witt.
“Well, there’s
more to do here.
The fire’s over,
back and get dressed and have some
/
see that
There’s
it at once to
mystery: One
person who
Threw it out
he, maybe?”
toast and coffee, if Mrs. Gerry can
manage it? Perhaps some of you
ladies——”
“Of course, we will,” my aunt and
Lily both cried,
‘Me, too,” added Bessie Norcross
“Come along, Hugh.” You’d have
thought she had him on a leash!
(To be Continued)
Old Lady: “Isn’t it wonderful how
these filling station people know
exactly 'where to set up a pump and
get gas?”
your
holi-
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I had to extricate her.
Below, doors banged. Cries of fire
arose. I could hear Bessie Norcross
screaming hysterically. Why didn’t
the fire whistle from Rockville blow?
Surely some one must have tele
phoned by
I realized
And no,
take it
Fourth bonfire?
I had on my terry cloth bathrobe
and raced downstairs. Heads popped
out of doors shouting questions,
giving information. “Call the fire
department!” The church is afire!”
“No, it’s the castle!” “The whole
Head’s ablaze!”
To the Fish Shed
It seemed as if the entire house
hold had run down to the front hall
in utter terror, and not much else,
believing the inn itself on fire. Lily
Kendall looked like a bowl of shim
mering jelly in
nightgown.
“Come on,” I
old mau—stone
ing shed. Oh, I hope it’s not too
late! ”
We raced down in a body, appar
ently everybody. At a time like that
one doesn’t stop to count. But I
saw two figures silhouetted against
the flames, which turned out to be
Victor Quale and the Rev. De Witt.
“Can't we do something?’’ Hugh
Norcross called to them. I hadn’t
noticed Hugh before, but down there
it was so light I could even
his robe was green.
“Not much. Death to
voice said.
“But, good heavens, man!
a human being in there. We’ve got
to try to get him out!’’ boomed the
minister.
“How?”
“Bucket brigade, or something.”
We all knew the futility, as even
De Witt’s voice faltered.
“Wouldn’t be any use,” somebody
said. “If he’s still in there
help.”
“Doesn’t look like an
fire. Did you ever see
blaze so? And I thought I I
other explosion.”
We were all shouting.
tell who said what, but all agreed as
to a second muffled explosion, not
so loud as the first, just
they'd rushed to see flames,
began searching, calling for
Don’t believe they’ll find
Victor Quade said, drawing me away
from the heat. “If he’d discovered
the building on fire in time to get
out, he’d have gone straight to the
inn for help, wouldn’t he? But let
them try:”
“I’m going to
by the church.”,
Hugh Norcross
“Young lady, you
Bessie and I—”
“Don’t be silly, Hugh. J’m not
going in. But suppose he staggered
out, confused, and went in that di
rection. You and Bessie take the
[ route to the castle. Here, Mr. Potter,
Such a pounding and shouting and !you con.e along with me.’
Fire! Fire!
to a
'to keep the horrible thing I’d seen
easy enough to check up whose ma-iat the church out of my mind. The
shie was missing, he said, but the,church,
police would be leary of a murder (or lending
with no body. The bridge was dif- ; was right,
ferent.
hoped something definite would be I strange
washed ashore. Just one more 1
question, and he’d let me go. Why should Lane want that wretched '
little church enough to come just for 1
the auction, wherever he’d come
from?
“Somewhere out West,” I told him
“Los Angeles, I think, or San Fran
cisco. I don’t know why he should
want the church, either, or how he
knew about the auction. The castle
has the most scenic position on the
Head but he never goes there any
more. Been trying to sell it.”
“Probably takes the local Rock
ville papers. That’s how he knew
about the auction. Good night.” He
smiled at me and I liked him. “Don’t
worry.”
“Good night.”
Eyes in the Dark
dimmer in the
upstairs. Half-
than saw, some
me. Petrified,
Bessie
Norcross was leaning over the ban
isters.
“Oh, I'm so glad it’s you, Judy,”
she said. “I heard voices and hoped
you hadn’t come up yet.
get my key?”
What did she know?
■had she been there? Had
anthing of the goings-on?
ly not or she’d have yelled for her
brother.
I
i
Poor place for a tearoom
library. Mr. Quade
Tomorrow I’d show him
Time bomb, he decided. He j the queer letter. Tell him the whole
UncleWylie’s snoring was
worse than the pounding
But it put me to sleep in
of way.
I vow I wasn’t sound.
and Jill, Hugh and I had just gone
up a hill to fetch a pail of kerosene
when the whole hill exploded and I
sat straight up in bed.
of the sea.
a semisort
Like Jack
I
lie’s past
ordinary
anything
heard un
I couldn’t
before
They
Brown
him,”
hunt, too. Down
grabbed my arm.
aren’t going alone.
I turned on the
hallway and started
way up I felt, rather
one staring down at
I forced myself to look up.
oil well. Was it my
My tearoom?
thought so, too. “All
she hissed, “gone up
Did you
How long
she heard
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Tickets at 25c each are now being sold, and a drawing will be made FRIDAY EVENING
OCTOBER 6th when the prizes will be distributed.
1.—Trip to the World’s Fair, value $200.00.
2—Sparton Radio, value $79.95.
3. —C. C. M. Boy or Girl’s Bicycle, value $35.00.
4. —Lady or Gent’s Coat or Suit, value $25.00.
Also One Ton of Coal, Set of Graniteware, value $10.00; All Wool Single Plain Blanket;
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Holders of the lucky tickets will be allowed to purchase these prizes for 25 cents,
Danger
To my surprise the artist hung
back. “I’ll go if anothei- mau will
go, Quade or somebody. You see,
Judy, you don’t know it, but from
the way that fire burns I can’t help
wondering if my turpentine was
poured on it. Some one stole it last
night lrom my room.” And he
added sententiously: “Must have
been while I was up to Rockville. I
remember deciding I had plenty and
leaving the bottle right there on the
table with my palette and brushes.”
I left him to tell Victor about the
turpentine.
“Turpentine!
was full of tar
ropes and stuff,
would know.
I’ll bet.
explosion,
pered, “’
Well, it was terrible. There we
stood, a group of able-bodied human
j beings helplessly watching the con-
| flagration burn itself down and
I knowing another human being was |
I probably being roasted. i
I When the clergyman came puffing |
I down the path with Aunt Nella’s I
• scrub pail full of water which he
gallantly threw on the fire, only ap-.
I
I
i
I’ll bet that shed
paper and oiled
Your Uncle Wylie
Used gasoline, too,
No wonder there was an
Judy Jason.” he whis-
‘keep with the crowd!”
running of feet. Then my door flew
open and Aunt Nella screamed, ‘The
house is afire!”
My little front window was a glare
of light. For a. second I hugged
the bed clothes around me and held
my breath. The house must be
afire; there were the flames. But
I didn’t smell any smoke. I ran to
the window, sensing that the Neck
side was still dark, so it couldn’s yet
be daylight.
From the .front I saw what looked
like a blazing
little church
Aunt Nella
that money,”
in smoke!”
“But it looks nearer, Auntie.”
“So it does. Lucky the wind’s the
other way.”
“It’s the fish shed. Who’d have
thought it would make such a blaze?
Oh,, that poor old man—!” I grabbed
my shoes and a robe.
“An’ him deaf, so’s
hear the crackle,
him out.” Aunt
gnarled hands,
body set it?”
We were both ................
Wylte had wandered down there a!scru)) pan £ur of water which he
few hours ago and that he’d threat-[ gajjantjy on the fire, only ap-.
ened to burn the fish shed manY I patently to augment the flames, I
times< i began to laugh and cry just like Bes- |
i sie Nocross. '
I “Lane did this. Roddy Lane. A.
Aunt Nella began to cry. “Poor final gesture. Hoped the inn would i
Wylie. I’d a-been a widow if—if we! catch fire. Blew up the bridge andj
hadn't found him on that bench..skipped,” Bessie seemed sure of it.
asleep.” • Nobody paid any attention to her.
If Uncle Wylie had dropped, say.'Her sequence of events was slightly
his lighted pipe—and set fire to the, off, but then she'd been under sleep-
old shed and burned up Old Man'ing medicine When the first explo-
Brown she might still be a widow.' sion had taken place. Hugh was
Would they electrocute him or give, trying to persuade her to go back
him life? I
“Get some clothes on, Auntie.” |
I put my shoes on the wrong feet;for the trees in line with the wind,
and had to take them off again. My The men, thankful for something
aunt was wrestling with a cherished
old-fashioned woven union suit, seat
over her head and arms in the legs.
he couldn’t
They’ll never get
Nella clenched her
“Suppose sorne-
remembering Uncle
CHAPTER VIII
1
to bed.
It was the artist who took thought
constructive to do, bent their efforts
to saving them, Soon they made a
fire line, chopping and burning
Boy’s or Girl’s C.C.M. Bicycle or $50.00 in
Merchandise to be Given Away Free
The following merchants co-operating with the Exeter Lions Club are handing out tickets
from their store from now until October 5th and 6th on a free draw for the above prizes.
All you have to do is to write plainly your name and address on these tickets, deposit them
in the boxes in any of the stores or at the Times-Advocate « ’ ” ' ------
October 5th and 6th.
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White’s Bakery
Exeter Ladies Wear
Exeter Dairy
Highland Hill Dairy
W. J. Beer
.Jones & 15 lay
Middleton’s Bakery
A. E. Wuerth
R. G. Seldon & Son
Southcott Bros
Bossenberry Hotel
Huron Garage
E. R. Hopper
James Lawson
Martin’s Music Store
C. E. Zurbrigg
Lin4enf fold's Hardware
Tuckey Transport
River’s Meat Market
S. B. Taylor
Rollle’s Grocery
Frank Coates
Ideal Meat Market
Walker’s Drug Store
Browning’s Drug Store
James P. Bowey
Snell Bros. & Co.
Traquair’s Hardware
Flynn’s Barber Shop
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F. W. Huxtable
W. G. Medd
A. O. Elliot
B. W. F. Beavers
T. H. Elliott
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Stade & IVeido
Klopp’s Service
Quality Meat Market
Johnston & Kalbfleiscli
J. Gascho & Son
Dominion Hotel
Merner’s Store
Zurick Drug Store
Willert’s Bakery
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Oescli Grocery
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GRAND BEND
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Roy Weber
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W. O. Goodwin
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Dashwood Creamery
Zimmer’s Garage
Rader’s Garage
Wesley Wolfe
Hemphill's Bean Market
Dashwood Meat Market
V. L. Becker
Dashwood Planing Mill
D. Tiernan Furniture & Hardware
E. Nadiger
L. H. Rader
E. Tiernan & Son
Alex Zimmer
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