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sociation lent unusual drama to the closing scenes, and the following Inc Ident served to cap it. Director John Farrow needed an extra to speak a single line to Kay. He picked the man and it turned out to be David Newell, a well-known ac-

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iago, who played Kay in her first ire, “Dangerous limed on to star--11 got bad breaks i prominence. ■s carried art and ollision of a car hatsworth. What ed was the fact ’s station wagon car behind the • and that Arlen rakes so fast that vere scalp wound u knocked cut of st jammed against Jel. The man in the train miracuwithout injury, rst aid treatment nee crew who anid other members Din” cast didn’t f worked in close 000 worth of gold, for three golden studio found that real thing would ctly. So they went eserve banks and cf gold. The bars nd poured into the panels. A disguised as set nstant watch durf the scenes. sts to friends that kels is the real d that he hopes to musical, "Thanks Adolphe Menjou

CLUB CALENDAR Society Deadline, 11 A. M. Fanny Macy Phones 1000 — 1001 Saturday Mission Band. Evangelical Church 3 p. m. Rummage Salo, Christian Church Basement. 9 a. m. to 9 p. tn. Junior Woman's Club. Miss Jean ette (lard, 7:30 p. m. Monday Tlrzah club. Ren Hut Hall 8 p. m Corinthian Class Masquerade Party, Christian Church, 7:30 p. nr. I Research Club, Mrs. C. D. Lewton. 2:30 p. m. Tuesday Zion Junior Walther League, Lutheran church, 7:30 p. tn. Professional and Busin*'S« Women’s Club -Benefit Bridge. Elk's Home, 8 p. m. Rebekah Lodge. I. O. O. F. Hall. 7:3* p. m. Sisters of Ruth Class, Mrs. Dora Akey, 7:30 p. nt. Young Matron’s Club. Mrs. Alva Lawson. 7:30 p. in. Church Mothers’ Study Club. M. E. Church. 2:30 p. m. Wednesday Zion Reformed Ladies’ Aid Society. Church Parlors, 2:30 p. m. Historical Club, Mrs. Wilson late 2:30 p. m. Shakespeare Club. Mrs. John ' Tyndall. 2:30 p. m. Thursday So Cha Rea Club. Mrs. Lawrence Beal. 7:30 p. m. United Brethren W. M. A.. Mrs. Clarence Drake. 7 p. m. with Mrs. Francis Rohnke as the leader. Attention is called to the change in time of meeting. A good attendance is desired. — WESLEY CLASS ENJOYS SUPPER Fifty-three members of the Wesley class of the M. E. Sunday school, together with their families, j enjoyed a pot luck supper at the | church Friday evening. Mrs. Orville Baughman conducted impressive devotional services which include scripture reading. poems and I hymns. Rev. R. W. Graha m led in prayer. Mrs. Clyde Butler, president, con--1 ducted the business meeting, durI ing which several projects were discussed and committees appointjed. The meeting night of the class was charged to the third Friday

will play a business man who makes a hobby of being a fashion plate. Menjou will have 27 scenes and he'll wear a new suit in each one. The wardrobe is so large that the studio is splitting the cost. Usually masculine stars have to furnish their own clothes. Maurice Costello, matinee idol of the early films, is working in the M-G-M short subject, "Nuts and Bolts”. King Baggot. Harry Myers and former director. E. Mason Hopper are other one-time greats in the same film. It was a close thing that happened at Warners. After working all day in a pool, Bobby Jordan suffered a leg cramp and went under. John Garfield dived in and pulled him out. They had to use artificial respiration on Jordan who will get a two-day rest before reporting back to the cast of They Made Me a Criminal”. Understand 20th Century-Fox will require Don Ameche to work only five hours a day in "The Three Musketeers”. He still hasn t his full strength back after his operation in Holland and the role of D'Artagnan is a physically strenuous one. Looks as though there is no hope for a reconciliation between Fay Wray and John Monk Saunders. Auctioneer Sam Fisher has been

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told to get rid of their furnish- | ings. The house I will be sold | later . . . The t Bill Hoolihan, who has been f squiring Ma r- f garet Roach I around Holly- f wood, is a New | York detective I .. . Inside story I of the latest battle between llliana and Stan

Laurel would wipe the smile ngh off Hollywood’s face . . . Unusual sight: Myrna Loy dancing the La Conga which is a Latin version of the Lambeth walk . . . Before going east. Dixie Dunbar will buy her mama a florist shop in Beverly Hills . . . Alexander D’Arcy dining I Carol Landis at the Case Lamaze. . She's just back from New A ork . . . Anne Shirley has gone off the R-K-O suspension list. She now goes before the camera in a picture called “Ths Purs in Mind".

DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT SATURDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1938.

ELEVEN OF DIAMONDS" BAYNARD H. KENDRICK

CHAPTER XVII “You agree with me that anyone might have used that machine of Toby's," Leßoy went on. "Well, then Tolliver Farraday might have used it. You ray that uny of the players at the Sunset might have killed Fowler. Tolliver Farraday was there, too. Shall I go on?" Stan snuffed his cigarette and rearranged his pillows. “Go on. by all means, Vince—but whatever you i>ay will be used against you. This is a good time to tell me - while my head hurts.” “Use what you want,” I.eßoy continued. “I don't believe Eve Farraday got any ten thousand dollar check out of a gambler for love and kisses—” “Why Vincent I.eßoy!” Stan covered his face with one hand and peered at the officer through his fingers. "What a prurient mind you’ve developed from your coarse work. You can’t mean that....” "You known darn well what I mean. Fowler had her on the spot, Stan—and the brother found it out. How did he happen to be at the Sunset on Saturday night? Convenient wasn’t it?” "You heard Bruce Farraday explain that yesterday.” “It was a good story—even if I didn’t believe it. But Bruce Farraday hasn’t explained why his son and daughter followed you out to the Four Leaf Clover last night. That was convenient too. Who had a better chance to hit you than the boy you left behind in Keefe’s office? Who would want you out of the way more than he? It would play havoc—his father calling in a private detective—and him mixed up with a murder. It may not be airtight, Stan—but it stands up better than anything else for the time being—and I’m going to follow it through.” “So that’s your case?” Stan’s voice dragged wearily. “It reads pretty good: Gambler trims youth for ten grand and courts sweet sister. To save family from dark disgrace, brother arranges to kill dark despoiler. Writes note cancelling poker game so he can use poker room for death chamber. Lures gambler into poker room—method unknown. Leaves papa and sister in middle of bridge game and stabs waiting despoiler in back—returning to bridge room to resume game —bloodless from deed and wearing smile. Method of avoiding bloody clothes again unknown. Youth dashes out of town for trip on following day. Returns to find out papa has employed detective and sleuth is on Four Leaf Clover—method of finding out salient facts —unknown. Brilliant minion of law attempts to question sweet sister—and youth in rage hurls iron bar sending sleuth to watery destruction —’’ Stan’s voice grew weaker. He began to softly whistle “Hearts and Flowers.” Lcßoy stood up. “1 admitted it has holes. I didn’t intend to upset you. I’ll be going.” “Holes?” Stan asked, holding out a hand to the Captain. "It has all the properties of a gill-net—but gill-nets catch a lot of fils'll. Will you do a couple of things for me tonight, Vince ?” "You know it.” “Take a man with you and go to the Sunset after dark. Light the lights in the bridge room—but keep the poker room and the hall outside of it dark. Then seat the man in the same position Fowß: was in when he was killed. You go out on the screened porch and see if you can see the man sitting in the dark poker room. You’ll have to look through the window at the end of the hall by the poker room door. That’s one thing. The other you can io right now: wire the police in all arge cities in South Africa a description of Edward Fowler repiesting immediate identification.” “South Africa!”

night in each month. The calling committee reported thirty-six calls. A social time followed, during which games and contests were enjoyed, in charge of Dr. and Mrs. E. P. Fields and Mr. and Mrs. Lowell Smith. The committee for the November meeting includes Mr. and Mrs. William Lister, Dr. and Mrs. Fields and Mr. and Mrs. D. B. Custer. A business meeting of the Zion Junior Walther league will be held at the Lutheran church Tuesday evening at 1 seven-thirty o’clock. BOX SOCIAL HELD AT BRANDYBERRY SCHOOL One hundred fifty persons attend_d the box social and carnival sponsored by the Teens and T wenties Club Friday, night at the Brandyberry School, sopth ot Decatur. The program was under the direction of Boyd Stepler. president. Genevieve Snyder and Anoli Walters were cochairmen of the event. Robert Brown, incoming president of the club, was chairman of the cake and pie walks and spelling bee. The outstanding winner in the cake and pie walks was Mrs. Elmo Stuckey, winner of two ot the three cakes. Miss Margaret Rumschlag of south of Decatur proved herself to be the best speller by spelling "Chautauqua”. A stand, maintained by Mr. and Mrs. Boyd Stepler and Joel Habegger, furnished refreshments dur.ng Che early part of the evening. The headline event ot the night was the sale of the lunch boxes by Roy Johnson, Decatur auctioneer, whb volunteered his services. The

“He gave a gold clasp to Eve Farraday. It was a springbok—the regimental badge of the South African aoldien during the war. 1 talked too loud when I asked about it. I think that’s why I got knocked off the boat.” “And the man in the poker room?” "If you can see him, I know how Fowler was killed. If you can’t see him—well, 1 think you can see him!” At eight forty-five that night I.eßoy phoned to say that the man in the poker room was not visible from any position on the screened porch. Stan turned over and went to sleep—to dream of dead houseflies, a mosquito and a good idea gone sour. • • • At eleven o’clock on Tuesday morning Stan brazenly parked the Buick close to a fire-plug and sauntered into Police Headquarters at 80 West Flagler Street. A dark young man, pleasant featured, was standing inside the door. He closed a strong hand over Stan's arm and smiled, pointing at the dressing on Stan's head. "Auto wreck or collision with door in dark, Stan?” “Ooh!” Stan groaned. “The ever present brilliant press representative, Mr. Marty Williamson. I'd forgotten all about newspapers.” He drew Marty to one side and spoke confidentially. "I’ll tell you all I know, Marty—but you mustn't publish anything. Two weeks ago I dove into the Biltmore swimming pool—and they had removed all the water for cleaning. I’ve been unconscious ever since.” Marty clucked sympathetically. “I won’t say a word. You haven’t heard anything about a gambler being murdered in the Sunset. You ought to see yesterday’s papers. Great story. Well, I have to run along. I just dug up some dope about a man being knocked off the Four Clover Sunday night." Marty lit a cigarette, watching Stan. “Is there such a card as an eleven of diamonds?” he inquired innocently. "Who told you that?” “I have a trained pelican that sleeps in Leßoy’s room. The estimable Captain talks in his sleep—” “I’m sorry, Marty,” Stan said, gravely. “You're too smart for the good of the department. I don’t know where you got it—but 111 have to ask you to hold it. I know Leßoy didn’t talk. Will you keep that card quiet—and my Sunday night bath 7" "I might—if I got first breaks on the real dope. But the eleven of diamonds has leaked, Stan. I can’t stop it. It will be in all the afternoon papers. You might as well tell me what it means. Was Fowler addicted to the game of Five Hundred?” i “Five Hundred?” Stan repeated slowly, “J thought that card came from a bezique pack—” "That’s a horse on you.” Marty ground out his half finished smoke on the floor. “We’ve played ball together for a long time. I’ll keep mum about the Four Leaf Clover—until you get ready to spill it. Further—l’ll give you some information I got about an hour ago. The eleven of diamonds came out of a No. 500 Pack of Playing Cards manufactured by the S. U. Playing Card Company. It contains four elevens, four twelves, and two thirteen spots. They were ordered from Dacy’s in New York and were shipped to Edward Fowler just over a week ago—to General Delivery, Fort Lauderdale. It cost me fifteen sixty in phone calls to find that out. Want to pay it?” Stan produced a ten and a five from his side pants pocket. “I’ll stand fifteen of it—and you get first chance at the story. How did you trace it?” “A six handed Five Hundred pack is as easy to buy as a yellow alligator with wings. I’ll be seeing you.”

- boxes were beautifully decorated; and resulted in spirited bidding a-‘ niong the young men present. Among the decorations used for the . boxes were puninkins, autumn, woods scene, a model house, water I lily, old fashioned doll, and other gay autumn appointments. Special music during the evening was furnished by the Brite children and Robert Ehrman. Thie orchestra also furnished the accompaniment for community singing, i led by Alice Reinking. The evening was closed by lunch from the boxes sold by Col. John Johnson. The next meeting will be held in November with the new president. Robert Brown, in charge. As this will be the first meeting of the new club year, memberships will be taken. The topic will be “What Constitutes Succees.” The panel discussion will be led by Chris Inniger ' District PTA Meet At Bluffton Oct. 14 District 4-B of the Indiana Congress of Parents and Teachers will ' hold an annual school of instruction at the First Baptist church in Bluffton, Oct. 14. The meeting willi open at 9:30. Included in district 4-B are all of the Parent Teacher Associations in Adams, Allen, Huntington. Wabash. Wells and Whitley counties. Mrs. L. E. Goble, district director, will be in charge of the program and other state board members participating will include, Mrs. C. C. Heflin, fourth vice-president and regional direct-1 or; Mrs. Glenn Bowen, second vicepresident and chairman of stand-’ ards; Mrs. William McCoy, chair-.

Stan watched him leave the building, and swore softly. He could i trust Marty Williamson to the limit, i If Marty said that the the i eleven of diamonds had leaked, Stun knew it was true. The leak had put I, a crimp in his plans, - nevertheless. While he could not accurately place what part the card had played in Fowler’s murder, he was confident | the connection was strong. The : finger prints of the dead man were indisputable evidence that the card had been in Fowler’s possession. Apparently Fowler’s last effort hail been to rid himself of it. Hit attempt had been successful—but had failed to save his life. Stan's head began to ache again as he went upstairs to I e Roy's office. The information uncovered by | Marty Williamson seemed to complicate things all the more. Fowler had ordered the unusual pack of cards himself, and had them sent to an address outside of Miami. Why? I There was only one answer to that. He was trying to keep the fact of his order from someone in Miami. From whom ? Stan decided if he could answer the last question it would save him a lot of trouble. He did not know until later that the ; answer would have saved another's life. There were two other people in Leßoy’s office, Commander Dawson, and a vision in lilac crepe, whom the Captain introduced to Stan—Mrs. [ Lydia Staunton. Stan shook hands cordially with the Farradays’ friend, and classed her as expensive and probably worth it. She was seated close to Dawson in front of Leßoy’s desk. The Commander was looking at the Captain. Stan grinned inwardly. He had been in similar positions himself—where it tried one’s patience to play the gentleman and keep wandering eyes away from the proximity of silken-clad legs and sandaled feet. Stan placed a hand on Dawson’s shoulder,clasped it gently, and said: i “Thanks for Sunday night.” Dawson smiled and said: T couldn't very well leave you in, could I?” “I think it was wonderful of him. Don’t you, Mr. Rice ? He’s a grand : swimmer. I heard all about it from Tolly and Eve—” Stan turned blue eyes, devoid of expression, toward Mrs. Staunton. “I’m sorry they mentioned it. Not ' that I want to disparage anything Commander Dawson did—but the less publicity I get in this matter, the more I can help—” He was ' about to add “Mr. Farraday” but caught himself in time. “I’m sure Captain Leßoy and 1 will both appreciate your co-operation if you’ll not mention this to anyone else.” , Leßoy nodded glumly. He»was always particularly gium when he had received important information. He motioned Stan to a chair. “I agree with what Mr. Rice says. I We have managed to keep the at- i tack on him out of the papers. I fee! sure you both understand—” “Quite,” agreed Dawson. “I suppose Keefe dislikes publicity, too.” "I suppose he does." The Captain glanced sharply at Dawson, sensing a hidden dig at the police department. “Atlhough Keefe's likes and dislikes make very little difference to me.” He turned to Stan. “Here’s something of interest: Commandei Dawson and Mrs. Staunton played at the same table Saturday night with Mr. Farraday and his son. After Fowler left the card room—they distinctly remember his going, due to his argument with Millie I.aFrance—the Commander saw a man on his hands and knees on the side porch—” “From where you were sitting?” Stan asked quickly. Dawson nodded. “I was facing the window. Mr. Farraday was dealing and I remarked idly to Mrs. Staunton: ‘Someone must have lost something.’ ”

man of city councils; Mrs. Wilbur Jacks.on, chairman of county councils; Mrs. James Kirwin, chairman of the National Parent Teacher magazine, and Miss Erma Kint, chairman of Founders’ Day. Luncheon will be served at the church and reservations should be sent to Miss Florence Fields, 125 Wiley Avenue, Bluffton. Other committee heads in charge of arrangements are: hospitality, Mrs. Truman Caylor; music, Mrs. Olive Grimsley, and exhibit, Mrs. Earl Anderson. o ARRIVALS ■ James Allen is the name of the seven pound son, born to Mr. and Mrs. Melville Barber of Jls West Jackson street Thursday afternoon at 5 o’clock. Gerald Edgar if the name of the seven pound son born to Mr. and Mrs. Maurice Bleeke of Union township Thursday morning at 9 o’clock. _ — . Purdue University Building Bonds Sold j — Lafayette, Ind., Oct. B.—(U.R) — | Bonds valued at $1,350,000 to finance self-liquidating projects at Purdue university, have been sold at a premium, according to an am nouncement today by controller R. B. Stewart. Issued in three blocks at three per cent interest, and bonds provide $500,000 to finance the annex to the Memorial Union building, $300,000 for the music hall and $550,000 for the additional rest-1 | dence hall for men.

Dr. and Mrs. W. E. Smith will] leave this evening or tomorrow for, n ten days visit with their datigl’-i tors at Cleveland, Ohio and In New ( Jersey. Committees are busy with plant to make the Manion rally here Wednesday night d splendid opener for the political campaign here. Your attention Is called to the fact that Monday is the final day .’or registration it you are not now Properly registered and if you wish to vote any time the next couple years. Better attend to it the first thing Monday morning. State highway 27 south from here is now open to traffic and is fine stretch of road that is being used plenty. Several from here will attend the Adair funeral at Portland this afternoon. A bunch of hoboes and moochors were in town today p. few hours until the officials caught up with them and moved them on. They are no good to a community and certainly a nuisance. Several cars of Democrats from here will go to Columbia City Monday to attend the rally at which governor Townsend will be principal speaker. Mrs. Wesley England o' Winchester street, who has been confined to her home on account of illness since Thursday, was reported as being some better this morn-.

CHAPTER XVIII “You saw him, too?” The widow was removing a cigarette from a slim gold case. She accepted Dawson’s proffered light before replying. “Not exactly. I recall Commander Dawson’s remark —but I was thinking of something else at the moment. However I saw a man come in from the porch a few minutes later—” “You know him?” “I know who he is—his name is Dave Button—” “How long was that after the Commander’s remark?” She thought a moment. “I can’t say— five minutes, maybe ten." "Where did Button go?” "To a table in the corner—where the blonde was sitting.” "He was playing bridge, then?” “I presume so.” Stan’s long fingers beat a quiet tattoo on the Captain’s desk. "Ten minutes is a long time, Mrs. Staunton,” he said finally. “If Dave Button was dummy when he went on the porch—l think the others at his table would have been waiting if he stayed out ten minutes. Don’t you, Commander?” “Undoubtedly. But Mrs. Staunton said she was not sure cf the length cf time,” "And I’m not, Mr. Rice. It may have been much less—or much longer.” Lydia Staunton favored the Commander with an approving smile. “And you can’t swear that it was Button you saw on the porch ?” Stan asked Dawson. "It might have been anyone—” “Except Mr. Farraday and his son—who were at your table. Did you take any particular notice of who else was in the room when the man was crawling around on the porch?” “No. It was a minor incident »t the time." Stan leaned back in his chair, balancing it precariously against the wall. "I’m curious about one thing. Did either of you happen to see a light in the poker room during the evening?” “I’m sure I didn’t notice,” Mrs. Staunton said, puzzled. "There was none on when I went to the washroom.” Dawson waited, then added: "There was no light in the side hall directly in front of the washroom, either. That’s rather interesting, come to think of it. There is usually a light in that hall. Is it important?" “I don’t know.” Stan brought his chair back to floor level, much to Leßoy’s relief. "I can’t help wondering why Fowler went in the poker room in the dark.” He stood up. Mrs. Staunton was beginning to fidget. "I’d be glad for all of you to have lunch with me,” he suggested. "I think I'm entitled to celebrate being here.” “I’d enjoy nothing better,” Mrs. Staunton said with an air of really meaning it, “but unfortunately the Commander and I have another engagement.” "I’ll reciprocate by inviting yon and Captain Leßoy for cocktails, if you can make it. Five o’clock—at my apartment.” Dawson helped Mrs. Staunton to rise, quite unnecessarily, Stan thought. “I’ll have to refuse." Leßoy gave his slow smile. “A policeman never has any fun.” “I’m not a policeman,” Stan said. “I’ll be there.” He watched them leave, after they had assured Leßoy he could call on them at any time. Then he seated himself on the end of the Captain’s desk, resting one foot on an open drawer. From an inside pocket he took an envelope and removed the few Strands of the grass matting he had scuffed from the floor of the Sunset porch. “If we found any traces of this on the pants’ knee of anyone who was at the Sunset—we might know who was crawling on the porch.” “That’s why I sent out an alarm to every dry cleaner in Miami when I heard Dawson’s story. Do you think I’m a dope, Stan?” “No, I am—for not telling you to do that yesterday. My head went bad at the wrong time." “What’s your idea, Stan. You thought somebody had crawled on

i .rig although still unable to be up. o— r Adams County Memorial Hospital | •'■ " — ‘ *~" ——■— V Dismissed: Mrs. Robert Simon. 1 Rockford, Ohio. Admitted: Mrs. Edward Schleferstein, route 1, Decatur; William la-on Lengerich, son of Mr. and Mrs. Herman Lengerich, CO9 Indi iann street; Mrs. Lloyd Daniels, I route 3. Decatur. — o Logansport Publisher Dies This Morning Logansport, Ind., Oct. 8 <UP) — I Samuel O. Berman, .W, publisher ' es the Logansport Pliaros Tribune since 193(1 and u promiuent Logansipoil business man. died in the Billings memorial hospital, Chicago, at 7:1:1 A. M. today after an illness of more than a year. He came to Logansport in 1904 after having operated a retail store in Elwood and Kokomo. He spent most of his childhood In Chicago. 0 Heart Trouble Fatal To Rochester Mayor RocßeSUr, Ind. Oct. B.— (U.R> — Funeral arrangements were being completed today for Dr. James L. Babcock. 75, Rochester mayor, who died at his home of heart trouble which followed injuries suffered in an automobile accident last Dec. 30. . Dr. Babcock was graduated from

that matting—if you got those strands Sunday.” “This was my idea, Vince: You have to pass that window to get to the end of the porch—and the only chance to pass that window without being seen from the bridge room is to crawl past—” “And when you get to the end of the porch?” inquired. “What then?” “From the end of the porch,” Stan explained mournfully, “you can see through the end hall window and through the door of the poker room. That single chair left for Fowler in the poker room was a setup, Vince. The knife you showed me was made for throwing—it’s balanced to a hair—” “Killer goes on porch clutching two foot knife down pants leg. Crawls past window and throws knife with such skill and accuracy that it passes through two screens and finds the heart of victim sitting in a pitch black room—” Stan grinned wryly. The Captain's voice had trailed away. That hardened officer was looking musingly at the ceiling and whistling "Hearts and Flowers” between his teeth. Stan had lunch with faptain LeI Roy, but his irienu was hioody, find | not much inclined to talk. The Capj tain had cabled the South African I authorities the day before and wi . : waiting for a reply. He was doubtful that it would prove of value when received. "This is the jumping off place for queer ducks," he told Stan over the coffee. “Fowler’s body is still in the morgue unclaimed. All the highflyers with money enough to buy a ticket head here in the winter. I've tried to trace a few of them before now. Hopeless.” "Did you cable his fingerprints?” "No—but I sent enough for them to know him. The Department of Justice in Washington has nothing on him. I’ve been in touch -with them." "I don’t think he’s a crook,” Stan protested. “Then why the cables? You can pay for the next ones yourself.” Stan laughed. “Sue me. Fowler was no shrinking violet. He made his mark on Miami quick enough, and as you say, Miami has had its share of wild ones. I’m sold on the springbok—it’s as uncommon as Fowler.” “I wish I was sold on something," said the Captain. “Whatever Fowler was—he's more trouble dead than alive. I’m going back to the office. And you keep out of gambling joints. I’ll bust you on the nose if you get yourself killed.” Stan drove out to the Sunset. Dawson’s cocktail party was nearly three hours away, and he had learned many things, which he wanted to verify, since his visit to the club on Sunday. The place had a barren deserted appearance. Toby Munroe's statement that the blot of Fowler’s death would keep players away was certainly not without foundation. Juan Andres answered the door after a third ring. The sleek Cuban steward had a ruffled appearance, and Stan judged he had disturbed him from a stolen siesta. “Where’s Mr. Munroe?” Stan asked. Juan shrugged. “He left early last night, sir. He was drinking—” Juan paused and added: "Business has been bad since Saturday.” He made no move to ask Stan inside. Stan pushed the door open and stepped in. The blinds were drawn downstairs. The place smelled musty. Juan followed him into Toby’s office, and asked inquiringly: “Is there anything I can do?” “I’m looking for Mr. Munroe’s typewriter. I wanted to leave him a note.” Again Juan shrugged. “The police have it—a man came from headquarters.” “When?” "Yesterday. Mr. Munroe’s fountain pen is in the drawer.” “Never mind,” Stan sat down at Toby’s desk, looked searchingly at Juan, and said suddenly in Spanish: “Take a chair, Juan, I want to talk to you. Do you know the police are checking up on you?” A quick malevolent glint flashed in Juan’s black eyes, and was gone

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the Northwestern inedlcnl college at Chicago and had practiced here for more than f>o years. He hae been an officer in county, state and : national medical societies. TO INTENSIFY (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) leaders in expressing the necessity of returning about 100 men. representing the breadwinners of about one-tenth of the city, to gainful employment. John L. DeVosw, president of the Chamber of Commerce, said today a large outdoor barometer is to be erected in the business district I to illustrate the daily progress of the campaign. ■— o > DEDICATE CAMP (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) area council. Scout executive. I A band concert at 2 o'clock will ' precede the program. It is to be played by the Decatur high school band under the direction of Albert aellemeyer, band instructor. Carl C. Pumphrey is in charge of the program. o Picture in 38.000 Pieces i Mansfield, 0 --<U.R>-Mac kJ. Esto has completed an inlayed picture with 38,00 V pieces of veneer wood gathered from all over the world. A paint Strayer by trade, Esto worked three years on the picture, which is of the Rheims cathedral considered the most beautiful of Gothic structures in Europe.

instantly. He sat down and replied in English. “1 didn’t know you spoke Spanish, Mr. Rice. It startled me.” Stan persisted with Juan's native tongue. "Why did you tell the police that your home was in Cuba? You might avoid English for the moment—unless you're afraid.” “1 was born there.” He answered in Spanish, but a greenish pallor had crept up under his swarthy skin. “Why should I be afraid?” “I’ll tell you. You stated that you had spent your life in Havana —up until three years ago. That’s a lie —and you know it You didn’t master English the way you speak it in three years. Furthermore, you don’t speak Havana Spanish. It’s as marked as Parisian French. You better tell the truth, Juan. You're mixed up in a murder.” "Madre de Dios!” Juan jumped to his feet, and lapsed back into English. “I know nothing of thia killing, Mr. Rice. It’s true I’ve spent most of my life in the Spanish section of New York—in Harlem —” “Why didn't you say so?" i “I was in a little trouble there. But it was during prohibition. I was selling bieze—like everybody , else. 1 was afraid the police here ; would hold it against mo—” i “You’ve told everything you know ; about Saturday night?” I “I swear it. Mr. Rice. Mr, Muni roe was here with me until I left— J that was just after two. He counted 1 up the receipts for the day—and checked up on my purchases. We went out together.” "Where did you do time, Juan?” “It was only ninety days. I served it on Welfare Island. I've been keeping out of trouble since. Can't you keep that quiet. Mr. Rice?" Stan grinned. “Well, I never caused trouble in my life for a man who provided me with a drink. I guess it's too late to start now.” He pushed back from the desk. “I’m going upstairs to have another look around .yj.-’.wait down here. You might let me know if anyone cornea. I don’t want to be dir'u.’>->l." “I won’t forget your kindness,” Juan said with a smile. Nothing was changed on the second floor. Stan sat down in various chairs in the card room and looked out of the side window, partially obscured by the back of the setteeswing on the porch. The back of anyone crawling past the window could undoubtedly have been se -n from the two tables nearer the window, but not from the two further away. He walked out on the porch, around the corner, and down to the end. In the daylight it was impossible to see through the screen of the porch, and the screen of the hall ' window into the poker room. The screen on the porch was set in a wooden frame and fastened in place with four large screws which show ed no signs of having recently been disturbed. He sat down on the settee-swing and lit a cigarette, staring resenti fully at the end of the porch. Some’ I time between eleven and two Saturday night, someone in the Sunset Bridge Club had killed Edward I Fowler—and Stan Rice believed ; that the Killer had stood on the porch and thrown the knife into Fowler’s back—through the window at the end of the hall. Stan’s aching head was positive proof of the accuracy of some unidentified person’s aim. The belief had come from so nebulous a thing as the lack of a few dead houseflies in the bottom of the full length screen at the end of the hall. On Sunday morning. Stan had opened every window screen in the club—and found flies trapped in them all—save one. He was certain that screen had been opened shortly before Fowler’s death. Perhaps the screen at the end of the porch had been removed entirely Saturday night? He shook his head angrily at the thought. Mosquitoes and flies would have swarmed into the lighted club. Fowler’s murderer was not quite so obvious. If the screen had been removed at all, it had been replaced instantly—a formidable task judging by its size. Stan left the porch, dismissing it with an irritated snap of the fingers, (To Be Continued) Copyright by Grwnberg Pub'inhwr (no Dl»trlLut«d bj King Ftaturw lao.