Zurich Herald, 1933-12-07, Page 2S xNQPSLS.
1\iatt Kearney' sees his sister i;:ileen
aboard the Wallareo, bound for Colombo.
Eileen tells Jack, Rattray, chief officer,
that she Is upset by the appearance of
a repulsive looking man. William Daw-
son
the who had
and tells him thae
t he
had traced a shipment of opium to the
Wallaroo, but It was unloaded and ent
back to King's warehouse before detec-•
tives were able to search the ship, Daw-
son is called back to Scotland. Yard and
asks Kearney to go to thing's warehouse,
which
next
the3 Dare to
Lung's l�laoa.
ItisLung after,
CHAPTEI? IL—(Cont'd.)
"Unless Mr. Lung has others in the
'safe," the Greek was speaking, "these
are the only colored gems in stock at
present,"
Kearney bent over the tray, listen-
ing to the silence, Later, he was to
realize what he really listened for, It
was for a repetition 'of that ghastly
laughter.
Now, resting his eyes upon the jew-
els, he suppressed an exclamation in
the nick of time....
• The tray was arranged with some
artistic care, and in its centre, under
the harsh, unshaded lamp which the
Greek had switched on, blazed a group
of amazingly matched fire opals.
Kearney clenched his teeth and bent
lower, peering down.
• Here lay evidence to justify a
search of Jo Lung's premises! Be-
yond any possibility of mistake, this
was the "Dakenham necklace"—the
famous rope of opals which his. Aunt
Hilda, Lady Dakenham, had taken
with her upon the ill-fated voyage of
the American yacht, "Miss Minne-
sota," lost with all hands in the Per-
sian Gulf, less than a year before!
Yet a query leaped to his brain- -
was it evidence?
"You are admiring the opals?"
The Greek's voice seemed to come
from a great distance. Kearney pull-
ed himself together, and:
"Yes," he said, and niet the un-
blinking gaze of the man's dark eyes.
`If I were buying opals, I should buy
these."
"You would be wise. But you know
61r. Lung's methods of business?"
"Yes. Even if I wanted to buy, I
haven't the cash.!" He was cool enough
how. He added, "These sapphires are
Indifferent. I'm sorry."
The Greek replaced the tray, and:
"Perhaps you will honor us with a
visit, Mr. Bronson, next time you visit
England," he suggested. "Special re-
quirements such .as yours cannot al-
ways be met at short notice."
He led them to an unlighted room
beyond which were more descending
stairs.
"What have you here?" Norwien
asked curiously—"in these cases?"
Kearney was slightly ahead when
the Greek paused and looked back, as
Kearney observed a little memo -book,
bound in green leather, Iying upon
the first step.
Without attracting attention, he
stooped quickly, picked it up, and. slip-
ped it in his pocket. Here, perhaps,
was evidence!
In the act of turning to rejoin Noe•
with, who was examining a massive.
salver—something—a slight sound—
prompted Kearney to glance acmes
the shado -haunted expanse of the
big room below.
It opened directly out of the lobby.
of the bowwati and contained miscel-
laneous bulky exhibits; a vast place
in which only that one light was
burning, Its dine reflection touched
e distant landing.
And on this landing a woman. stood!
She was encased, mummy -like, in a
long, clinging fur coat of what Kear-
ney took to be brown erinine. Her
blue -black hair was brushed straight
back front her brow- her small, chis-
elled features resembled a pale cameo,
but her lips were poppy red. Unfath-
omable eyes were represented only by
• straight, nearly horizontal shadows;
and one singularly long, white,
ghastly hand rested on her hip.
He stared—stared again and
the apparition had gone!
Had she been watching hint? clad
she seen him pick up the book? Or
had she any real existence a all?—
was she a product of his excited imag-
ination?.. ,
CHAPTER III.
In a soundproof room, well but
simply furnished as an office, a man
sat before a large desk. Tile room
was in darkness except for a shaded
lamp upon this desk. Near to it, back
against the wall, was a mechanism
which at first glance one would have
taken for a radio set. The seated
tartan, his bowed back to the room, was
engaged in manipulating this appae
atus; and suddenly, 'as a result '£
nranipulatioti, a voice cut into the
silences
"I hope to see you again on your
next visit, Mr. Bronson,' said the
voice. It was that of the Greek.
"Sure: thing l'll be here." That
Was . Kearney.
There came a creaking sound of
footsteps and the slam of a door. The
visitors had gone. Indeed, at this
moment, they were crossing the littler
courtyard and being ushered out into
the streetby the sinister Arab ow-
teab. •
The lean at the table discu;tnected
the apparatus and swung about in his
revolving chair. A soft black net lay
ea.en the carpet, with ct fur Iined over -
,e,
root having a deep astrakhan :collar..
This man's skin resembled the peel of
a dried lemon; his jet-black hair was
stxetch..d back from a receding fore-
head. Half-closed eyes were like slits
in the yellow face, and his lips were
red and beautifully formed, their red-
ness accentuated by a small, black,
bow -shaped mustache which arched
above then.
It was a smiling face, but some-
thing in it inspired terror in the man
upon whom those half-closed eyes
were turned. This latter was a stal-
wart Chinaman, moderately well
dressed in European clothes, wh't
might, at some time, have been a
sailor. He had the mask -like, immo-
bile features of his race and calling.
Only by a slight movement of small,
sinewy hands did he display Ids dis-
comfort. r
Slowly, the slit-like eyes in the yel-
low face of the one who watched him,
opened, and the red lips smiled.
Fully opened, those eyes were ter-
rifying. Some might have found it
hard to define wherein their terror
lay. Except that they seemed to' be
grper-normally bright, they were, in
an animal fashion, fine eyes. Their
dreadful quality consisted in one
simple difference: their whites were
really white—whereas that part of
the normal eye is invariably tinted,
The result, being phenomenal, was
horrifying.
The man in the revolving chair
spoke slowly, and his voice, like his
eyes, was super -normal. He was a
big man for a Chinese, and fleshy ---
but he spoke in a key in which Car-
uso sang!
"What did I tell you, my friend?
Your mean soul said, 'It is business.'
I said, 'It is a plot.'
"I was co:tsicering Excellency';, in-
tereste."
"And this," continued the flute -like
voice, "is how you consider them. You
admit a disguised police officer and
a stranger, tonight—tonight, above ail
other nights!"
"1 believed—"
"I never accept excuses. Ah!"
A muffled bell rang. •
"Open the door. Here is Polods." •
The Chinaman opened a baize -cov-
ered door, admitting the immaculate
Greek. As he entered:
"You were wrong, Jo Lung," he said
to the one who had opened for him,
He turned to the pian at the desk.
"Excellency was right. The card was
certainly obtained by fraud. Of one
man I can say nothing, but the other
was a detective."
"Ah!" carate the reed •voice. And
the speaker stood up, his eyes half-
closing again. "I am sure of it....1
was listening to every word!" He
pointed to the apparatus on the table.
"No harm has been done, my lord,"
the Greek continued. "I was cautious.
It is regrettable, but it was remedied."
• The baleful glance of those half -
shut eyes was directed again upon
Jo Lung. "Tonight, it is more than
regrettable," the reed voice declared.
"This is the second mistake of a dis-
astrous day. The first was the ship-
ment of valuable goods in the Wal-
laroo. My plans, my careful p.atls---
to be destroyed by fools!"
"Notice of change came so late.."
The dim bell rang again. Polodos
cpened the padded door, and a woman
came in.
Her blue -black hair gleamed like a
raven's wing. Iler long dark eyes
were ever so slightly oblique, and she
bad a petulant red mouth, small and
delicately chiselled features, and held
her head disdainfully high. Her long,
slender neck rose above the collar of
the brown ermine coat, which she held
tightly about her in a manner t,t have
reminded a critical observer of the
of ce-admired Rossetti type. Her com-
plexion was peach -like but clalk, and.
silkclad ankles and tiny shoes peeping
beneath the fringe of a black lace
frock had a dainty and patrician
elegance.
She was imperially petite, alluring
yet menacing. The Greek and Jo
Lung stepped aside deferentially as:
"Yu'an," she said, and the voice of
this cold woman hada deep; warm,
caressing note, "who were those men?
I saw them from the stair."
"Come in and shut the door,", the
Chinaman replied. "Did either of them
see you?"
"No, I don't Oriel; so,"
"Do you --suspect them?"
Polodus solicitously passed her a
card. "This is the introduction they
brought, my lady, and Mr, Bernardson
had advised as that they were. com-
ing."
The woman took the card, gla)acect
at it, and tossed it onto a side table.
"Perhaps I was wrong," :Are said.
"Are you ready to leave, Yuan?"
"I hitae a telephone call to an tke to
the Wallaroo," he replied, "There
has been much bungling. I meet
speak to the doctor."
He stooped, dipping his hand, a
plump, waxen hand with tapering
fingers, into in inside pocket of tho
heavy fur coat which lay et his feet,
Suddenly he glanced up, the china
white of •his eyes glaring. •
"1 r'enioved my coat as 1 entered
the warehouse," be said, "and arried recently died was walking along -with
it hero. I have dropped my notebook; a friend when a builder acoideetai1y
Something in those swords bro:;e let a brick fadi on his head,
through the high disdain of the wo =eeesale seid the widower'. '`Sarah
Ewan w tching hint. `Where ':he eyes must slave • of t Hat 1 '1 i"
of Yu'an had gleamed whitely, hers,
in operang, grew black, as thow;;h the
iris distended,
"Your notebook?"
"I said so. It contains', .our
warrants!"
(To be continued.)
death
Outward Bound
1'Vhat as more noble than a great chip
turning
Out of the harbor at dawningof
clan ;
What ha., 1,11. ee grate than her slew
sweep Tor ward,
Tugs falling back as she gets under
weigh?
Deckled in the bridal gown lent by
the morning,
Clear \Tater• round her and flag O-
leg free;
Done with the dock and the grime and
the chaffering,
Gladly she goes to her lover, the.
sea.
Where the dark forelandends, are
strong winds blowing?
Travail she meets with an -un-
troubled mind.
Better by far than the grave of
the breaker's yard,
To lie at last with the gods of her
kind.
---Bernard J. Farmeri
Horse Sheeting used
In World of Fashion
New York.—Horse .sheeting, form-
erly used only for racehorse blankets,
has risen from its low estate to a
sportswear fabric,
It's being used for women's shorts
by Adler and Adler. With the shorts
is worn a cravauetted swagger coat,
also of horse sheeting, The practi-
cal thing about these coats is that
water spots from wet bathing suits
don't penetrate them.
Horse sheeting is a durable cotton
twill, and comes in many plaids. It
almost never wears out, but it is, too
sturdy to drape well, and so will
not be used for beach dresses.
Another new fabric shown by this
house for resort wear is tie cotton.
They say it is the only cotton they've
found that it really non -crushable.
It Is truly a men's tie fabric, The
tie materials previously known to the
fashion world were tie silks—and,
incidentally, .they're still very good.
Ever so many tie silk travel suits
and evening• frocks are seen in the
palm beach collections.'
Still another new fabric is organdy
seersucker. It has a crisp, sheer
look, and the familiar seersucker
crinkle. Heavier seersuckers are
still good, but are seen in new stripes
and plaids.
Palm beach clothes are extremely
practical this year—quite ar co ragt
to the spectacular fashions. o1si-
ness "boom" days.
The dress silhouette is natural, the
skirts 11 or 13 inches from the floor.
Many are simple two-piece dresses
of silk shirting, with overblouses.
Canadian Tinplate
Plant Made Certain
Ottawa.—The establishment of a
big branch of the Welsh tinplate,in-
dustry in Canada is said to be as-
sured anti soon to be announced,
Sarnia is reported to be the intend-
ed location, Negotiations have been
under way for some time , and the
Government has been a party to
them. Under the preferential tariff,
tinplate is free. The supply, here-
tofore, has tome mainly from the
United States. •
The plant being developed by this
British industry goes to explain the
seeming anomaly. before the Tariff
Board recently when these interests
actually invited a continuance of the
dumping duty against their own pro-
duct, They are said to prefer to
endure it till they are located Here
to open the market to freer United
States competition by removing the
dumping duty,
Skilled Men Needed
For Central Bank
Ottawa. --For the governorship of
the central bank which seems assur,
ed in sequence to Lord Macmillan's
report, the Goverument will seek a
banker of . the highest competence
and, if experience in central mark-
ing is a requisite, it may be .neces-
sary to go outside Canada,
The staff required -by suck an its•,
stitution would depend upon the num-
ber of branches which axe -establish-
ed, but at beadquarters—it is beiiev-.
ed Ottawa may be chosen—the num-
ber may not greatly exceed those
now charged with the administration
of the Finance Act, which_ a centrad
bank would replace.
In the instructions given for Pre-
paring for the revision of the Bank
Act, the draft of legislation for a
central .hank has • been ordered.
S
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Mrs, Catt Gets Medal
New York.—Mrs. Carrie Cltopntaii
Catt is announced as' the 19333'eelpient
of the tneclal given by the Atnei'ciatn
Hebrew week newspapers for the
In•omotiou of better understanding be
tween Christians and Jews its AnieTica.
Wifely Touch
A meek 'little man whose wire bad
Pithy Anecdotes
Of the Famous
TheT poet . e>.il e s settee .of humor
must have been a great boon to halm
through all his disappointments and
ill -health. After months of paralysis
and blindness, he said one day to a
visitor:
"Al:, you fnd me now utterly stu-
"I11, you mean," the other suggest-
ed.
"No, stupid," the invalid ineistecl,
"You see, Alexandre Weill was gust
here, and we exchanged ideas!"
Neat, if you please?
to
>
Browsing in a New York bookshop
one day, Richard Harding Davis made
areal find—a copy of the playbill of
Ford's Theatre, Washington, on the
night that Lincoln ewes shot by John
Wilkes Booth, Elated over his ac-
quisition, he hurried over to The Play-
ers (founded by Edwin Booth as a
club for actors, artists and authors),
and the last place for displaying any
reminder of the appalling crime corn -
tufted by the founder's brother, relates
Fairfax owney—in his admirable bio-
graphy of "Dick" Davis. But Davis,
in his enthusiasm, did not pause to
think. He entered the clubhouse and
proudly showed the playbill to a dim-
ly seen man descending the dark stair-
way. It was Edwin Booth.
0 M
"The stage itself seldom uffers a
more richly dramatic moment," adds
Downey. "With his own hands Booth
had thrust all his actor brother's cos-
tumes in the furnace of his theatre—
had done everything in his power to
banish grimly haunting reminders of
the murder which had engraven his
family name forever on one of the
blackest pages in history. And now
in The Players, his own home where
he had gathered his friends in a club
to save him from solitary brooding,
he was not secure.
"Booth sadly but magnanimously
accepted the stammered apology. This
thoughtless action by a young man
he had known from boyhood, whose
mother and fatherwere his old
friends, could not have been other
than an accident. But Davis' sensi-
tive nature was deeply shocked by his
distressful deed. Almost stunned by
the realization of what he had done,
he was helped to one of the club rooms
and put to bed by fellow members."
* x '1,
"Dick Davis was a dear fellow, but
he, too, thought no end of himself,
which adds piquancy to the story of
his meeting with Oscar Wilde at a
luncheon in London. The clashing
temperaments of the English esthete
ar:d the direct American struck sparks
as Wilde indulged in his penchant for
baiting Yankees," says Downey. Re-
marked Oscar:
"So you are from Philadelphia
where Washington is buried?"
"Nonsense, he's buried in Mount
Vernon," Davis answered abruptly,
* 0 * *
Wilde, miffed, switched the talk to
a new French painter,
"De let us hear what Mr. Davis
thinks of him," he purred. "Amer-
icans always talk so amusingly of
art"
Said Davis: "I never talk- about
things when I don't know the facts."
Wilde's rapier wit flashed back:
"That must limit your conversation
g
frifitfully."
*
Genas from "The Autobiography of
Alice 13. Toklas"—really, the autobi-
ography of Gertrude Stein:
On Osbert Sitwell: "She (Gertrude
Stein) was always very fond of Os-
bert. She always said he was like an
uncle of a king. 1 -le had that kindly
irresponsible agitated calm that an
uncle of an English king always must
have."
On Edith Sity ell: "I remember so
well my first impression of her, an
impression which indeed has never
changed. Very tall, bending slightly,
withdrawing and hesitatingly advanc»
ing, and beautiful with the most dis-
tinguished nose I have ever seen on
any human being."
More Gems:
On George Moore: "He looked very
like a prosperous Merlins Food baby,"
On F. Scott Fitzgerald: "She (Ger-
trude Stein) thinks Fitzgerald will be
read When many of his well known
contemporaries are forgotten. Fitz-
gerald always says that he thinks
Gertrude Stein says these things just
to annoy him by making him think
that she means them."
On Ernest Hemingway: "Finally 1
heard her(Gertrude Stein) say, Hem-
ingway, after all you are ninety per-
cent. Rotarian. "Can't you, he said,
make it eighty per cent. No, said she
regretfully, I can't."
*
Speaking of Hemingway, when he
'test islet Gertrude Stein, in Paris--
througb a letter of introduction from
be,rwood Anderson—he was an "ex-
raordinarily good looking young roan,
wenty-three years old," and Paris
oi'respon(lent fm' a Canadian news-
;paper•," •
"He and Gertrude Stein used to
walk together and talk together .a
great deal," relates Alice B, Toklne
(alia.l Gertrude Stein), "One day she
said to hire, look here, you say you
and your wife have a little honey be-
tween you, Is it enough to live on .f
you live quietly? Yes, he said. Well,
she said, then do it. If you keep en
doing Newspaper work you will neves'
British Literary Disc
New Light on
Londou.—•Missing medieval links in
the records of British agricultural de-
velopment are expected to be revealed
as a result of a recent literary find.
A. fourteenth -century manuscript ill
Walter of Henley's treatise on "Hus-
bandry" was discovered on the fly-
leaves of a rental of a priory in Hamp-
shire. It is hoped this discovery will
enable the tnie text of Walter of Hen-
ley's book to be ascertained. Most of
the existing codices ai'e littered with
interpolations.
The treatise was in general use as
a practical guide to agriculture from
the reign of Henry III, to that of
Henry VIII, In this period agriculture
underwent many changes, and the
owners of the various extant copies of
"Husbandry" kept on aniending them
so as to bring them abreast of the
times, The present uninterpolatecl
manuscript is therefore held to be of
great value as restoring the original
thirteenth -century text.
The treatise has been exhibited at a
overy Throws
Medieval Agriculture
meeting of the Royal Historical So
ciety, It is thought that in conjunc
tion with three other wor
ksone b
� )
Robert Grosseteste, Bishop of Lincoln
and the other two anonymous, it will
furnish the basis for inquiry into tilt
subject of medieval , agriculture ix
Great Britain.
The general story of English. agf'ii:ul , ,
ture is well known, blit the teelmica;
side of it hitherto has bedii neglected
The great value -of these four books it
held to be' that tbey-'derive straigbl
from. the soil, and owe little or noth
ing to the famous classical treatises..
The identity of the Walter of Hen
ley who wrote this treatise apPeart
difficult to trace. There are Henleyt
in 14 counties, and it is by no meant
certain that Walter came from tht
most famous of them, all, Henley -on
Thames. His book was in practical
use in monastic houses in Northamp
tonsliire, Berkshire, Kent, Surrey ane
Hampshire, so that it is thought mob
able that he came from somewhere it
this area.
see things, you will only see words
and that will not do, this is of course
if you intend to be a writer. Heming-
way said he undoubtedly intended to
be a writer."
Hemingway then broke the news to
Gertrude that he was soon to become
a father, but that he had made up
hissenird to go back to America and
"work hard for a year and with what
he would earn and what they had
would settle down and he would give
up newspaper work and make himself
a writer. They went away and well.
within the prescribed year they came
back to Paris with a new -boric baby.
Newspaper work was over,
And Gertrude Stein became a god-
mother. But she says, "writer or
painter god -parents are notoriously
unreliable," .because "before long
there is certain to be a cooling of
friendship," 'and "it is a long time
since any of us have seen or heard
of our Hemingway god -child."
*
• It seems that "short -selling" has
been socially condemned since the
days of the Middle Ages, when its pre-
cursor, "forestalling," was illegal and
considered anti -social, so that when a
mean cognizant of the technical de-
tails of Wall Street speculation- was
asked to address a group of Protest-
ant Episcopal ministers on this sub-
ject they were ready for him, says
Robert L. Sinitley (in "Popular Fin-
ancial Delusions"). After the speak-
er had been introduced, one of the
ministers arose and objected to have
such.an. address on the ground that.
the speaker represented a group which
practiced the custom of "short -
selling."
* *
The speaker, understanding this
great prejudice, asked his critic if he
would answer a few questions. To
this, being- a clerical gentleman, he
agreed.
"Of what church are you rector?"
"I am not a rector of any church.
I am editor of a church magazine,"
"Do you sell subscriptions to , your
magazine?"
"Certainly."
"Do you ask your subscribers to ,,,ay
you in advance?"
eyes."
"Then," continued the 'speaker, "is
it not a fact that you have sold 52
issues of your publication 'short'?"
0 0
"Probably," he wetit on, "yon have
not purchased the paper or ink at the
time you receive the $5 subscription.
You certainly have not written you):
articles. In fact, you are hoping that
you will be able to make the issue at
a cost less than the sale price. You
have been making short sales your-
self. Therefore, how can you object to
short sales of commodities and
stocks?"
"The two things are entirely dif-
ferent," replied the minister,
"And," says Mr. Smitley, "his de-
lusion persisted. HL added, 'It is
immoral to sell short.'"
--
Women tartlets are in charge of
5,745 classes for boys in the 'United
Is:ingdova; about 250,000 boys over
eight years of age are taughi by wo-
men.
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Montreal, --Seven departments ars
working on 30 contributory projects
connected with the program of em•
ploymeut research initiated by the
social science departments of eIcGi11
University three years ago, accord•
lug to Prof. Leonard 0. Marsh, direr.
tor of social research at McGill Uni-
versity, Some of the inateriai has
reached the stage where It can be
prepared for appearance iu print, and
publication may begin next spring, The
departments of the university co-opee
ating are economics, sociology, psy
chology, education, industrial engi.
neering law, and public health, The
program is co-ordinated through the
department of social research. Sete
eral studies all related to the central
problems of employment and unem-
ployment proceed simultaneously in
various d epartin en ts.
Not Sure
"I don't believe that one marriage it
ten is happy;'
"Really! I'm not competent to say.
I've been married only three times,"
One of the latest mechanical inven, -
tions is an appliance which plucks
chickens in a few seconds.
6
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The Salvation Army
Salvation Army workers are inti-
mate with conditions that are little
known to the ,average citizen, and
they seek by your co-operation, to
continue that ministry whioh has
meant hope, health, aim renewed
spiritual impulse to thousania.
The Army will serve, but your most
generous contribution is needud. What
will your Christmas gift be? Address
your contribution to
Commissioner James Hay
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