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BEGIN HF.RF. TODAY DORIS MATTHEWS, lady's maid, is ttiurdfrfd Friday nlßht In a summerhouse on the Berkeley estate, bv a blow Tth a heayy perfume flask. Riven to MRS. GEORGE BERKFLFY bv SEYMOUR CROSBY. enßaced to CLORINDA BERKELEY. The body, roek-welghted and tied with Clorlnda's sears. is taken from the lake Saturday- morning by DETECTIVE DUNDEE, who summons CAPTAIN STRAWS t , Mrs Oeoree Brk*l*v. having auarreied Friday night with her husband over his opposition to Clorinda s el--and Frida, afternoon wi.h Doris and EUGENF ARNOLD. chawfTeur and Doris's tlanee. who has eaught D.CK BERKELEY making lov to Ihe unwilling maid, becomes much Involved .nine murder bv the rouged prin of Dorr mouth found on Mrs. Berkeley s bathroom mirror, proving the maid had been the.re late and that a struggle had taken olare. Dick s story Is that he spent the night tn the tower room vainly awaiting D Clorlnda Berkeley not to love with firnsbv Introduced bv MPSS- LAMwiru. social secretary admits having been In summerhouae about midn.gh. a.Lr . crime was committed, w ilch -Tie accounts for perfume or. her slipper soles and blood on evening 'ape The perfume flask had beenpla f Mn vrs bathroom b\ v\ KKM butler. Clorinda denies witnessring erini. rrrGl bFRKELFY". who sprinkled e er. oireVudav evening with perfume from murder flask, says slie saw D_n. lng and talking with Crosb aT-<r 11. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR 'Continued.! ‘Td chocked passing cars nr> a Sunday afternoon, and on a week day around 6 o'clock, but L stib wasn’t satisfied, and wanted to see how heavy night traffic was before I ventured my money. 'Doris and I had made up our minds not to work for anybody, man or woman, when we got married bu t now "and he groaned, hieing his eves behind a crooked arm tt n a * nybODY to corroborate this x\. neat little alibi?" Strawn asked. . * . . "I suppose my car was noticed by at. least a hundred people, but T don’t know who any of them were I speak to any one. But that's the truth—take it. or leave it ' "And what time do you say you got. back here, after using your employer’s ear on private business? " “About five minutes after 12, I remember looking at the clock on the dashboard when I was held up by a passing freight just outside of Hamilton. “It. was 12 straight-up then, and it took me not more than five minutes to reach the gates of Hillcrest It was when I was turning into our lown driveway that T saw the man \ “What did he look like? What Was he doing?" Strawn demanded skeptically. “I didn't get a good look at him. Arnold admitted. “I just supposed 1t was anew sweetie that Della or Peggy, the downstairs maid, had picked up somewhere, and had been having a sneak date with. He was big and tall both, and was wearing a light gray topcoat and a gray felt hat. “When I swung my car in between the gates he was running away from them up the road. My headlights were on him just a second, and T only saw his back, but he ran like an athlete, I'm telling you! “I thought at the time he was hurrying to catch the interurban trolley, which"had just whistled at the stop about six blocks away from Hillcrest. There's a station just north of here, you know, and he was headed in that direction." “Big and tall—ran like an athlete, eh?" Strawn repeated thoughtfully. He reached for the telephone on the library desk and called police headquarters. “Round up John Maxwell. Sergeant Turner,” he ordered crisply *Yeah. That Maxwell. He got into town yesterday. . . . Yeah. Maybe! .. . Not yet. ... Sure! I'll be in at noon" He hung up the receiver and turned again to the chauffeur. “Now Arnold, come clean!” he snapped. “Why did you kill the girl fcnd let Dick Berkeley get off scotfree?” CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE FIFTEEN minutes later Captain Strawn and Bonnie Dundee were strolling together from the garage toward the rear of the big stone house. “What do you think. Boy?” Strawn asked, scowling thoughtfully. “I think Arnold has told the truth, there isn't a trace of that confounded perfume on the uniform he was wearing yesterday, or on his shoes—” "What about that half-empty bottle of cleaning fluid on his dresser?"

“I’ve got a bottle of the same stuff on my chiffonier at the Rhodes House.” Dundee grinned. “Pretty good to remove spots, and a chauffeur must need it more than I do.” “And pretty good to cover up the stink of perfume, maybe,” Strawn growled. “Hey, what the, devil—?" “Guess who!” a disguised voice demanded hoarsely from behind him. as two small brown hands were clapped over his eyes. “The Pest, again!” Strawn deduced. flinging up a big hand to seize her arms. 4 Where did you come from? Didn’t I give orders for all of you to stay in the house?" “I've been shadowing you!” Gigi panted, laughing. “I trailed you to the garage, snuck up the stairs after you and saw you quail with fear when Arnold said he’d kill you if you said one more word about poor Doris stealing Abbie's perfume. ‘And I must say I didn’t blame him a bit! Os all the silly theories you’ve been reeling off today, that takes the prize!” "I'll have to put, you in jail to keep you from butting in,” Strawn threatened. “Oh, no! You need me arouno to laugh at you in the right places!” Gigi contradicted. Then, making her voice very deep and gruff, extraordinarily like Strawn’s; “Then let me tell you what happened, Eugene Arnold! Falling in with your plans to save every nickel you could get your hands on, honestly or crookedly, Doris Matthews stole that valuable crystal flask, filled with $32-an-ounce perfume, sneaked out of the house with it to meet you. not knowing you’d called the date off; went to the summer house to wait for you, was found there by Dick Berkeley, who proposed marriage to her. accepted him because he could give her more than you ever could, and was letting him make love to her when you came upon them. And in a jealous rage you killed her, while Dick Berkeley ran away, like the coward he is!” "I don't know.” she added in her normal voice, “whether to be an actress or a detective! But you’ll admit you were a wow, Captain Strawn! I thought I'd choke to death, trying to keep from laughing out loud!" a a a YEAH, damned funny!” Strawn growled, while Dundee laughed whole-heartedly. “Listen, Captain Strawn," Gigi commanded, suddenly very serious. ! "Any one who knew Doris Matthews could tell you she wasn’t the kind of girl who could have stolen a pin, much less a silly flask of perfume tn help her sweetie build a filling l station! “And as I’ve stold you before, she'd have laughed In Dick’s face if he'd asked her to marry him. and then she'd have slapped him if he’d tried to kiss her. Asa suspect, Eugene Arnold is a washout.” •'How about you to take his place?" S'rawn suggested. •Ideal!" Gigi laughed. “Let me tell you all about it: I was sore at Abbie for having slapped me before company. I snuck into her room to get even with her by pouring out the rest of her precious Fleur d'Amour. “Doris caught me in the act. Loyal maid protects mistress at all costs. Chases naughty child down the hall, down the back stairs and out into the night. Naughty child files into a rage, bangs loyal maid on the head, and ” She broke off abruptly. “Oh, no!” she shuddered. “I can’t go on, even as a joke! I—l was crazy about Doris. Anybody who knew her would have been!” Without another word she tore her arm out of Strawn’s grip and fled to the house, stumbling sometimes. for her eyes were blind with tears. “Funny Kid!" Dundee smiled. "But she’s right, chief. This is the very devil of a case and Jumping to foolish conclusions will get us nowhere. “By the way, what about John Maxwell? Something Arnold said seemed to ring a bell in your brain Do you know Maxwell?” "Slightly?* Strawn replied. “Son of one of Hamilton's former police chiefs. Old man's dead now. The boy's had pretty rough sledting; had

—By Williams

to step In and be a, daddy to his younger brothers and a sister. “Paid his way through college and law school, after his mother married again. Just passed his bgr examinations, according to the papers. . . Ran into him on the street yesterday; told me he was going into the district attorney’s office, and try to work up into assistant district attorney.” a m 0 “ \ ND he was wearing a light- *■ gray topcoat and a gray felt hat when you saw him?” Dundee suggested. “Right! But so probably were a thousand other voung men on the streets of Hamilton. The point is he’s big and tall, and he was an allround athletic star in college. “If Arnold’s telling the truth, it looks pretty certain that it was John Maxwell who strolled around these grounds with Clorinda Berkeley last night. If so. I want to know what he saw! That Berkeley girl has told so many lies ” “Probably to keep John Maxwell’s name out of the mess,” Dundee pointed out. "Women in love do some mighty queer things. . . . Well what next, chief?” “Guess I’ll have a go at the rest of the servants. No use keeping ’em tied up longer than necessary.” “Sort of—saving Crosby?" Dundee asked, and the two detectives look at each ether with significantly raised eyebrows. Wickett. met them in the back hall, his sad eyes asking questions he was too well-trained to utter. ‘The other servants? Os course, sir. Shall I come with you, sir? They are all in our sitting room.” “Yeah, and trip ’em up quick if you catch one of them tn a lie.” Strawn agreed. They found two women and two girls in the plainly furnished, but pleasant sitting room. “Mrs. Ryan, the cook, sir: her assistant, Mrs. Andrews: Della Blinn, the upstains maid; and Peggy Harper, the downstairs maid, sir.” the butler introduced them. “All except Mrs. Andrews live In.” “What time did you leave the house last night. Mrs. Andrews?” Strawn plunged immediately into the business of extracting information. “At 9:30, sir, after I’d washed up the dinner dishes.” the drab, little, middle-aged woman answered eagerly. “And I come on at 7:15 this mornin’, jist as the young folks was goin’ down to the lake.” “Know anything at. all about Doris Matthews’ murder?” Strawn shot at her. “I swear to God I don’t know anything, sir!" she quavered. “All right! Get back to your job.” Strawn dismissed her curtly. “Now, Mrs. Ryan. . . . What about you? When did you go up to bed last night?” (To Be Continned)

THE SON OF TARZAN

"What is the meaning of this?” panted the excited tutor. "I am going to see Ajax, and YOU mustnt interrupt,’* laughed the boy. The now furious Mr. Moore next found himself face downward upon the bed. his head shoved deep into 3 soft pillow. He struggled, but his efforts were vain For whatever else Tarzan of the Apes may or may not have bequeathed his son. he had at least handed down almost as marvelous a physique as his own at Jack's age.

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The tutor was a putty in the boy's hands. Kneeling upon him, Jack tore a sheet to shreds and bound the man's hands behind his back. All the while he talked: “I am Waji—chief of the Waja. You are an Arab sheik who would murder my people- and steal my ivory. Villain! I have you in my power at last! I go. but I shall return!’’ And the son of Tarzan jumped across the room and disappeared through the. window down a water spout.

—By Martin

All of which, as Mr. Moore wrathfullv told Lord Greystoke, was fitting cause for him to resign. His business was teaching.' “Not untying myself from strips of bed sheets ” he added. Tarzan. after satisfying himself the tutor was unharmed, determined it was time to act. He called his motor car and started for the theater, while the horrified tutor departed for less vigorous employment.

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By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“I see my son is no Little Lord Fauntleroy.** Tarzan commented as he drove through the London streets Jack had disobeyed his mother's objections and had gone to see Ajax. That was unusual —but enough. In the music hall the trainer hesitated as he faced the infuriated ape. Suddenly a tall, broad-shouldered man brushed past him. The youth uttered one confused word, "Father!” The ape gave one look at the English lord— and head toward him.

-MARCH 25,1930

—By Ahern

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—By Crane

—By Small

—By Cowan