Zurich Herald, 1933-12-14, Page 2iU'AN 1111 SOE LUCIit
by Sox Rohrner^
SYNOPSIS.
:hitt Kearney sees his sister Elleeth
Uuurd the Wallaroo, bound for Colombo.
ePr,f
Rattray, chief Ra y,
Jack
Ji
,ileentells
:hat she is upset by the sight of a re-
nulsive looking man, \Vm. Dawson Haig,
who had also said goodbye to Eileen,
Deets Matt and tells him that he lead
:raced a shipment of opium to the Wal-
aroo, but it was unloaded before cletec-
lies were able to search the ship. Daw-
*n'is recalled to Scotland Yard and
Lin
Barney to search ,.gle e,
which adjoins Jo Lung's place, hous
m
.hey suspect. As they are leaving :ttatt
?Jolts up a notebook, and is surprisedat
:he presence of a woman, who quickly
lisappears. She tells Jo Lung of the
Notebook.
Cor .lnercial Roaa East, "we part com-
pany. I shall head towards the sta-
tion. I'm calling Haig as soon as I
g_back,
back!" get
.{carnes peered through swirling
Mist alongi perhaps the unloveliest
thoroughfare in all London. Not a
figure moved as far as his sight could
pierce the fog. He had done nothing
to help Dawson Haig, but certainly
he had secured some unique "copy."
He glanced back. Norwich had dis-
appeared.
He had gone ten or fifteen paces
who. suddenly he pulled up again....
A round had reached him—a short,
muffled scream. Stockstill he stood,
and listened.
Dim, distant noises reached him;
the rumble of remote lorries; that
muted -booming which is the lifeblood
of the Port of London pumping
through its many arteries; fog signals.
He could detect no footstep—no other
sound.
It was close upon midnight. He
pulled up again as he saw two things
of interest, one definite, the other per-
haps, chimerical. Either unpleasant
memories of the establishment of Jo
Lung still haunted him, or he had seen
a curiosly small, active figu
the shadow of a doorway not twenty
paces behind!
His heart beat faster. The head
lamps of what looked like a taxicab
became dimly visible through fog. In-
deed, perhaps the sound of the motor,
although he had not recognized the
fact, had prompted hint to pause, to
turn.
The little notebook in his pocket!
He had meant to speak to Norwich
about it, but changing his mind, had
determined to examine it himself and
then to hand it over to Haig when he
met him. His idea that it might prove
to contain some piece of evidence of
value to Scotland Yard assumed a
new and grave importance.
Coming upon it after the discovery
of the Dakenham opals, he had ap-
propriated it without a scruple. Now,
watching slowly approaching head
lamps, and questioning the reality of
that figure which he believed he had
seen dial:: into hiding, he remembered
that lie was unarmed. And he von-
derecl....
Ns rer o teater came the onto the edge oflamps. the
He steepeppe
curb and `raised his arm. The man
pulled up.
Kearney opened the doer, uttered
an audible gasp of relief, jumped in,
and banged it shut behind him..Twist-
ing about, Matt looked through the
rear window.
Baleful eyes glared in at hint! Stlme-
one, indistinguishable except for his
eyes, was clinging to the back of the
crb! l
whir
"My God!" Kearney whispered.
Suddenly, those weird eyes, which
seemed to belong ono giblesbbody, ]1
disappeared
under way now.
Kearney craned through the open
window, looking back.
Fog.... desolation ....nothing
But one or two -belated pedestrians,
notably a city constable, as the taxi
passed into Fleet street, observed upon
the luggage rack surmounting its roof
what looked like a rolled up blanket,
or, as another thought, a very dilapi-
di ted kit bag....
indicated that it should .be addedto
the others.
Under date of the 13th was:
"Paris. Suleiman Bey's:"
For the following three days the
diary contained no notes, but under
date the 17th thenfollowing appeared:
A gap until the 22nd, and then oc-
curred the entry:
"Mohammed."
On the following day, the 23rd, the
writer had scribbled something which
Haig was unable to read, But on the
24th came this curious item:
"18 deg: 35' N. and 41 deg. 5' E."
Finally, against date the 25th, ap-
peared a cross in red ink. This was
the last entry.
(To be continued.)
CHAPTER III.—(Cout'd.)
T e vvbman clasped her slender
throat—a curious gesture: "Ah!" she•
jyEed--"I am blind! It must be! I
saw one of those men pick up a small
notebook! It was like
On thets—it must
steps front
have been yours!„
• the Silver Room.... •
Followed a moment of tense silence.
All were watching the Greek.
"You saw this, Polodus?” Yu'an
whispered in flute -like notes. „I had
The Greek was very pa
le. stepped back. I remember turning up
the light on the stair." apparently
Yu'an, his eyes now app
quite closed, turned in the woman's
direction. "Open the door, go down
to those stairs, quickly, quickly, and
tell me .if you deceived yourself."
Some, but not all her disdain d d theert-
.tag her, the woman turned, opened
door, and swept out of the office.
"Jo Lung," Yu'an continued, "fol -
tori her. Your life and mine depend
upon what I tell you. If those pigs
-.ave found and taken that
on a silken notebook,
our necks are hung they must
thread. There is fog—butbe overtaken. That book must be back
here,
Joupon moved this silently le, within an hour."
Lungsilently towards the
door.
"Two )nen," Yu'an added,
"Ali shall go—"
"And send for the Adder.. -Yu'an
As Jo Lung disappeared,
turned his apparently closed eyes in
the direction of Polodos. At mention
of that name—"the Adder"—the
Greek's face had grown clammy with
perspiration. It trickled down from
bis hair into his thick eye -brows.
And Yu'an began to laugh. He did
not show his teeth in laughter. His
red lips merely seemed to thicken—
and his eyes closed as he laughed—
high, hideous squeals, like the ampii-
fied note of a bat. * #.
Kearney felt a tremendous sense of
relief when he found himself out again
in the narrow lane. Even the fog
seemed friendly. Dimly to him came
a sound of voices which seemed to pro -
coed from, the little co-urtyard
they
had left behind. Apparently
Nor:lid not notice these sounds.
of that
It was good to b
strange building, with its silence out
of which the breathing of hidden
watchers seemed to cone; its ghastly
emptiness, as of a place unoccupied,
deserted, yet which he knew by virtue
of some extra sense to be illusive. The
Arab doorkeeper, the Greek—and that
strange woman --had not been the only
ecupants of Jo Lung's emporium that
night. others,
There were ether — others,
kite it
watching, listening.
had felt it all the time.
By virtue of some mutual under-
standing, Kearney and the Scotland
Yard ratan. paced along to the neigh-
boring street in unbroken silence. But,
the corner turned:
"Those opals!" Kerney began.
"I knew you had spotted something
there!"
"I had. You've got your ease clear-
ly enough if they don't dispose of
them before tomorrow. Those opals
belonged to Lady Dakenham, who was
lost at sea ten months ago. How int
the name of all that's wonderful did'
Jo Lung get hold of them?"
"H'ml" said the Scotland Yarcl than,
and his tone betokened disappointment,
"There's no case in that, sir. I sup-
pose they must have been washed
ashore. Where did the accident hap-
pen?"
"In the .Red Sea or the Persian
Gulf 1"
Detective Sergt. Norwich laughed.
"Outside our beat!" he said.
"Then you mean there's nothing you
can act upon'?" , „ Narwicli
"I'm da. "Those isn't,"
sapphires
confessed«
].right have: come from almost any-
where. They don't correspond to the
list. Everything it the place is of
number- one quality. But there was
nothing that I definitely recognized.
In fact, if you ask me, we were spot-
ted l"
"Do you chink so?"
"I,, , positive!"
CHA.PTEB IV.
"Yes,' Kearney
Innxlnured, ".[ la
afraid we have wasted our time. Sornc-
what annoying in view of the fact --
unless we cart get hold of a warelerin„
tali—that I have F long, foggy ,jour-
ney ahead"
fled again; . "Marti
l�Toxwich lens
luck, sir," ne said. "There's :s rosy
fire, an armchair, and a pair of slip-
?Sere waiting for me at. Stockwell. But
my orders are to report back , •i I •c -
man. Street.
"That being the case," said Kearney
Cheerfully, as they groped out onto
TRIGGER
FINGER
By dohnK. ewnham
By John K. Newnham
Cay ►vim, i o•r• s o o -a rte#: �-1t
It was revenge that Edwards wanted
--revenge on the man who had so
coolly caused nearly five years of his
life to be spent in prison.
Truth's Promise • .
He that loves the breath of the moor•'
land breeze,
He that loves the roar of the breaking
seas,
He that loves the wild and the lonely
places
Far from the city and its narrow
spaces
Let him rise above the mists and he
shall see
The freedom and the beauty of infinity.
He that loves the city and the crowd-
ed hour,
The stir and the effort and the gain of
power;
He that loves the interchange of
thought and speech,
With broader plans of better things
that men may reach;
Let him rise above the mists and he
shall see
The glory and unfoldment of eternity•
—E. M. Ramsay.
Rubens had deliberately permitted
He
lice.
h 0
t ht bythe be caught R
tog
him
got away with the whole of the pro-
ceeds while knowing full well that
Edwards would not dare squeal on
him.
The reason was plain. On a previous
job, Edwards had tried to get away
with more than his half share.
"Youll pay for this,' said Rubens,
calmly, and for many months he left
it at that. Then, when that big job
came along, he struck.. He played on
Edwards' bad mjmory. He knew that
his crony was always nervous of leav-
ing g
soout of the housesafely. The
tlue behind. On
n
they g
Rubens, having neatly extracted Ed-
wards' wallet from its owner's pocket,
stopped suddenly.
"Did you pick up your wallet again?"
he whispered. "You took it out to
rest your knee on in tront of the safe."
Edwards felt in his pocket.
Rubens looked up and down the
street carefully.
"It's all clear," he said. "Out back
and get it, you fool. I'll keep watch,"
Alarmed, Edwards returned to the
house, Half a minute later the police-
man Rubens had seen in the distance human digit inside it!"—London • Tit..
`
had been warned of a suspicious light possible suspicion of Edwardss know- human
in the house. The informant then dis- nig "Jones" could have entered the �. _•.•_ w_
appeared.
Edwards had not seen Rubens since
that night. Had heard nothing from
him, nothing of him. Until this week.
He had come across a clae.
It was just a chance resemblance.
He saw the photo while having a drink
at the Bull and Bear. It was a snap-
shot of the inn with three people
drinking outside.
Casually, Edwards referred to the
photo, and wormed in a reference to
the man in the centre. Did the land-
lord know him? The landlord did. He
lived locally. In the big house at the
end of the town, just on the fringe of
the common, a few minutes walk from
d m
the inn. His name was
he
had resided there for about four years.
Edwards booked a room at the inn
and sat on the edge of the bed and
made his plans.
Blackmail? But it was not money
that he wanted. He had plenty of
that, thanks to one or two jobs since
leaving jail. Anyway, parting Rubens
from his money would be poor venge-
ance.
No, that was not what Edwards
wanted. Years of blazing fire of
hatred within him!
He did not hesitate at the thought
of murder. He had killed before by ac-
cident. This time it would not be an
accident.
But wh• t was the satisfaction his
killing without Rubens knowing
killer? What sense was there in sud-
den death, with uo agony i mind or
body?
Edwards poured himself out a whis-
key, and gulped it down neat, Then,
making up his mind, he left the inn,
and made his way to the address at
ORANGE PEKOE BLEND
R
LAD
TEA
"Fresh from the Garde
S',
one of the proffered smokes. Rubens
pushed in the drawer.
"Where are you stopping?" inquired
Rubens, striking a match.
Edwards told him. They talked for
a little while, Edwards threatening,
Rubens unconcerned.
When Edwards left the house, the
revolver reposed in his pocket, neatly
extracted from the drawer while he
slipped on his glove.
Rubens's revolver. That would
probably come out in evidence. With
the revolver in his dead hand, the trig-
ger finger crooked against the catch,
the evidence would be fairly damning.
There was little reason why Ed-
wards should be suspected. The odds
were high against' the landlord of the
Bull and Bear revealing his questions
about a photo; the questioning had
been done in such a manner that no
There was a murmur from the jury..
"But," continued the counsel, "fur -1,
tiler evidence will clear your mind on;
this p.oint regarding suicide. As to'
the whereabouts of the accused at theta
time of the death of this man, I will
bring forward witnesses who will tes-
tly that at approximately this time,s
there was a free light between two,
men in the bar parlour of the'Bull and;
Bear, where Edwards claims he was
all the evening. But when questioned,f
he knew nothing about this' fracas:
"The question of suicide can be en-;
tirely dismissed, The dead man could)
not have fired that revolver himseltj
if be were holding it in the manner itl
was found. Por, though- the murderer,
may have forgotten, or been unaware,
of, the fact, Jones had one finger miss-
ing—the trigger finger. The finger of
this glove was padded; there was no
Famous. Paris Designer
to Wed Business Partner
Paris. --Gabrielle ChanelParisian
fashion "dictator,' 'who 'refused to
marry the Dake of Westminster be-
cause she said there had been sev-
eral Duchesses M. Westminster 'while
there was only one Chanel, will soon
marry Paul Tribe, painter and decor-
ator, who became her business part-
ner last year.
That such an independent -spirited
woman as M]le. Chanel should marry
has caused considerable- surprise
among he friends, but then, they
say, "One can never be quite sure
what Coco will don eetl e' World War
In the years
she has built up a small knitted -
wear shop, where she and her sis-
ter were the only workers, into' one
of tl.e foremost dressmaking busi-
nesses in the world, employing hun-
dreds of workers, engaged in many
different sides os: the. dress industry.
Fabrics. and iewele have been boa,. Tat-
a; ventures,
Incidentally she is credited with
haring made an enormous personal
fortune, but it is said that after her
marriage she win: abandon her luxur-
iots house at Faubourg Saint Honore
and live more modestly, devoting a
large part of her fortune to charity
work.
landlord's head.
The maid who openedthedoor to
him --well, what of it? Probably a
score of other people had visited Ru
hens during the last few days. If he
kept in the district, and made no at-
tempt to hide himself, he would dis-
arm suspicion.
Even if the police did discover the
real identity of "Jones, 'they would
have no reason for connecting him
with Edwards, for though the two had
worked together, they had never fallen
into the hands of the police while part-
ners.
Motive?
That was the trouble. What reason
could Rubens have for committing
suicide?
A broken love affair!
Edwards chuckled. That would be
rather good, Rubens hated women;
had always refused to have anything
to do with them.
Edwards reached for his notepaper.
In carefully -disguised handwriting,
with some unmistakable feminine
flourishes, he penned three letters.
No address, Just a signature of
"Helen." The letters were all in the
same strain telling Rubens that she
could never see him again; that their
affair was over for good.
Edwards folded thein up and
crumpled them.
And, for the next day, he made no
move, not even troubling to leave the
inn. He wanted to keep well away
frofn Reuben's house for the twenty-
four hours. Then, when he did go in
that direction, he had his cap pulled
well over his eyes and was wearing a
nondescript mackintosh.
He went by the common.
IIe halted suddenly and slipped. he.
,k *
Dawson Haig hurried across the lit-
tle court in which Kearney's rooms
were situated. The old
manservant
the
who looked after the place
door at once- He knew Haig wall.
"I'm sure it's very important, sir,"
he said, "or I wouldn't
havepressed
you to come along. But
had to go across to the office the mo-
ment he arrived home."
"But what's this about some book?"
"Thr book is lying on the desk up-
stairs sir with a note, and my orders
are fox you to go up,"
Two minutes later he sat at Kear-
;y's table, reading the note which his
friend
had' left, Haig had not removed
his white raincoat. A Yard car was
waiting—and a ghastly darty called.
But, as he read, his expression
changed—grew puzzled—and then in-
dicated sudden excitement. The little
leather-bound ,Demo book, to which
Kearney's note chiefly related, lay
upon the table beside him. 'It was
oas
really an advertisement isued by
of the shipping companies, containing
a calendar and all sorts of odds and
ends of
information about tides, and
suchlike material.
ial. He picked it up again, glancing at
the curious pencilled entries it con-
tained. The book was newly issued,
and these were few. Some were un -
being written in what
looked like a combination of cipher
and Chinese. But others, opposite to
certain dates, set him fti eausl y tlhink-
ing.
Suddenly he stood up, shed his rain-
coat, and dropped it with his hat on
the floor. By heavens] he might be
better employed here than down in I for the nearest postbox was It
l.,ilr,ehouse. We must tat a y st titins that over!"
tIl'St O'1 these iiltt'1^^^Jil1L notes appeal' tar ," Hill anti, we tri s " hive a cigar`;" said Rubens, Com ac1055 the particular' part of ibe come
'1'11 ect
eared Ageing the date the lith— with tlretl r 1 osedly, pulling open a drawer and )non where be was found dead, Ov
1 them with g d tic Free p this letter may .have been a blind on
the day which had just passed, It read rear.bing fox a hos.
Y lt';lotvy: 11 uv ttl heaven, l'1 Xs' eyes glinted his part to direct suspicion towards
a. i " 1 _vet b mind, ITB had Edwards, for num el--- -•--t .
writtellon the margin of the oppo. " Loea� counei s 1
r though � Clem control the spending. of some Ituibentdged� round the table, and tool: all about his silty threats :o 11111 hint."
ilagc a.. but it
it were an efts e• . 333,000 a year,
thought, but :i delta and pencil line
They're. Telling Us!
We are only at the beginning of
things. I think that the truth we have
to grasp is that the nations are de-
pendent one upon another.—Viscount
Cecil.
Marriage ceremonies of private citi-
zens should he prevented from becom-
ing a nuisance to the ordinary citizen,
—Mr. Herbert Morrison, the former
Minister of Transport.
One should live and let live.—Mr,
Justice Langton.
The appointment of bishops to -day Prime Minis-
ter.
lies with a Presbyterian
ter. Not long ago it lay with a Baptist
Prime Minister. It might be in the
bands of an atheist. --Father Francis'
Woodlock.
Some people enjoy a mental satis-
faction in starving.—Lord Herder.
Life is a long lesson iu huntllitY•'--
Sir J. M. Barrie.
And of course there's nudism—a
back - to - the • form movement,—Ed,
Wynn.
It is a good idea to try to help other
people, particularly when you have
troubles of your own."—Grand Duch-
ess Marie.
We are moving toward a time when,
in deed and in truth, the public good
will come first.—Clifford Pinchot.
Unless I can get adventure, I don't
want to live.—Amy Johnson Mollison.
No business can succeed if so -run
that the interests of employer and em-
ployee are not one and the same.—
Sir Henri Deterding.
A rational system of education Is
still a dream of the fntur'e.--Dean
Inge.
To monopolize and mortgage inter-
national aviation lauding places is
contrary to every form of civil pro.
gress.—Marshal 'talo Balbo.
to
et
a
new
e a
time g
takes s long
it
idea through the minds of people, and
when you do it is no longer true. The
truth changes.—Clarence Darrow.
.y ,
I find no quality so easy for a man
to counterfeit as Devotion, though his
life and manner are not conformable
to it; the es'.en i of it is abstruse andas
occult. but the appearatices
and sltovg•.--Mentaigce.
Liquid Diet Not Always
Correct For Invalid
I was called in yeste,•day to sae
an old lady who for harry mos the bad
been cunfined to her chair or ee:1 .
writes a doctor. Some day she got
up to sit in her chair, more cften ens(
remained in bed. She was eery old'
and fragile and weak, but arart finis
her great age and fragility, There wael
nothing seriously wrong. But, like se,
many who are confined- to the.~ roeree
for long periods, she had trot•ble with
her digestion, much dist;oui ort au;.'
pain.
For this reason she had ,leen treed,
on various diets by her !d :dty daugh-
ter. One food after another had bevel
forbidden her until now the Lived el -1
most entirely on a liquid diet,
which Rubens—or Jones—was living.
Boldly, he rang the trout -dole bell. A
trim maid answered.
"I want to see Mr, Jone•.• It's im-
portant."
"Well, I'il see," she said, doubtfully.
"What name is it, sir?"
He stepped forward, and she re-
ceded slightly.
"Never mind the name. Tell him
it's urgent!"
"Yes, sir.".
Nervously, she retreated, and Ed-
wards waited there, one foot on the
step, one.foot inside. A moment pass-
ed, then a sallow -faced, hook -nosed
man in his middle forties appeared in
the hall. Edwards chuckled.
"Ahal Hello, Rubens!"
The other made no attempt to denY
,his identity.
"Oh—Edwards This is a surprise."
"And not a very nice one, eb?" leer-
ed Edwat'ds, "Didn't expect to see
me, did you? Well, I admit it's a bit
of luck. But it's Fate."
"Won't you come in?" asked Ru-
bens,
Edwards hesitated, thea nodded.
"All right. But no monkey tricks!"
"Don't worry. I'm a respected citi-
zen nOW."
Edwards laughed and followed Ru•
bens auto a comfortably • furnished
room• There was a decaliter there,
and Rubens poured out a couple of
whiskies, and now
"Well, my dear fellow,
you've found mb—what?"
Edwards eyes the other narrowly.
"Well, I guessed how you tricked
me, Rubens. What are you goiug to
do about the matter?"
Retrbens lifted his eyebrows very
slightly.
"Do? Why, nothing', of course,
What do you expect me to do? Kiss
you?"
Edwards draihk his whiskey.
"No, 1 didn't expect you to do any-
thing,'.' be said, slowly. 'You dirty
doilble•cr0sser! Rubens, I've just
dropped in to tell you that I'm not of
a tergiviug nature. Now I've found
you, I'm not going away quietly: dost
Such a diet is actually a!l wrong$
for the bedridden; a dry, neerishtg
diet suits them better, alth•,ugh tlu
layman has been brought up to think)
otherwise.
"What," t said to the Old lady,'
"would you like to eat most of
"I would simply love a tittle bit oh
meat and after that an ?ca cream."
So then I bad a talk tl t! a Baugh
ter
hind a clump of bushes. There was
a man conning in the opposite direc-
tion, a vague figure in the murky dark-
ness. But his walk was familiar.
Edwards's face hardened. The com-
mon. Would a man take his own life
on the common near his house? There
was no reason why he shouldn't.
Suicides did queer things.
Edwards stepped from his hiding-
place
iding
place as the man approached, It was
Rubens all right.
They were within inches of each
other. Edwards wasted no time; no
breath. He lifted the revolver. It
had a silencer attached. There was
a sharp,click, a groan from the unsus-
pecting man. His figure lurched side-
ways, and fell.
Edwards stooped over him, and con-
firmed in a quick glance that the angle
of the bullet was such that the man
could. have fired the revolver himself
with his right hand.
He lifted the hand. It was gloved,
but he made uo attempt to remove
this covering. Carefully, he placed
the revolver in the still hand, He
rested the trigger finger against the
catch, .Tow stiff the finger was al-
ready! He shuddered slightly.
Quickly slipping the love -letters into
an inside pocket of the dead man's
jacket, Edwards rose and hurried
away, He reached the bar parlour of
the Bull and Bear in record time. His
entrance was unnoticed. On the table
.vas a glass. Edwards picked it up,
and strolled over to' the bar, .
"Give me another,' the ordered,
glancing at the clock, and noticiug'.
to
out
d been with satisfaction that
he h
a b
of the inn for less than ten minutes.
He was willing to wager that at least
six people would testify that he hail
been there all the time!
The prosecuting counsel was grim•
"You will hear,," he was saying,
"that the accused entered the dread
man's house ie a threatening manner
the day before the tragedy, 111 Jones'
pocket was •a letter addressed to the
accused at the Bull and Bear Inn. Ile
may have been on his way to post this,
There are many cases of invalids—,
especially such as I have just )nen•,
tioned—in which it is .Lar more im-
portant to cater for their ..metes thin
to force them to take sone theoretic-.
ally sound diet.
In the square mile which bolds the
City of London there are 700 forest
trees, with the plane -tree most•num
erous.
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