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IGW HERE TODAY Th story opens with a prologue In which a murder U committed by a homicidal maniac. Later he boards a train tor Long Island. Chinking of the pleas•nt week-end he Is td have there. The name of the murderer Is not disclosed. . The scene shifts to the Long Island home of LINDA and TOM AVERILL, married three years and much in lore. Tne Averlll* have five guests for the week-end. COUBIN AMOS PEABODY, •iderlv. distant relative of Linda's: CAPTAIN DE VOS handsome Belgian representing a European perfume manufacturer with whom Averlll nopes to do business: MR. STATLANDER. middlewestern manager of the firm Averlll works for; MARVIN PRATT, former suitor of Linda's, and LI AN NEBBBY, Irish writer on a lecture tour. The house party gets ofT* to a bad itart. Cousin Amos starts a heated argument with Shaughnessey, whom ha denounces ass dangerous rebel for defending Oandhl s work In India. Next morning Bunty. the watch dog. Is found brutally killed. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SEVEN (Continued) It was evident that Cousin Amos had been unaware of any cause for Its existence. Statlander had appeared Just as luncheon was announced, having changed to a business suit and apparently shed his temper with his golf clothes. Now they were en route to the tennis tournament and refreshments afterward with a dinner guest of the night before. Linda was driving the roadster, Cousin Amos riding in safe and solitary state beside her. Averlll was driving the four men, Bhaughnessy in front with him and the other three, a little crowded because of their size, in the rear seat of the sturdy old car. Perhaps, after all, if Linda would restrain her relative, the party might proceed amicably and even gaily for them all. Through the several sets they watched—the semi-finals of a good amateur tournament—there was little chance for Cousin Amos to make trouble, though his blandly audible -comments caused some suppressed annoyance to others near them. When the match ended, Linda led the little group, now well baked from the sun, to the clubhouse porch, where their hostess was ready with liquid hospitality. m m OOMEWHAT to Linda’s surprise, Cousin Amos did not spurn the cool drink offered him. Gradually it was borne in upon her that innocence was responsible for this. Murmuring, “Delicious, delicious! So stimulating and refreshing!” Cousin Amos grew steadily pinker, more wide-eyed and apparently more blandly indulgent. But unfortunately De Vos, not suspecting the state of affairs, helped him to a fourth glass with a jovial reference to Bacchus and the vine. “Your remarks are ill-chosen, sir. I take them very much amiss!” Cousin Amos drew himself up with sudden and intense dignity. “Never in my life—and I am an older man, sir. than you might suppose—have I indulged in spirituous liquor. It is an insult to the ladies present to class this cooling punch with dangerous and illegal intoxicants.” The Belgian laughed lightly. “To the the ladies!” Cousin Amos grew beet red, and Linda started forward anxiously. But there were others between her and the angry old man, balancing pompously on his toes, and before she could reach him he spoke. “You will not, sir, while I am present, presume to suggest that our hostess would supply or that Mrs. Averlll and her guests would accept the type of beverage with which you—and perhaps the ladies of your acquaintance—are probably all too familiar.

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“The suggestion is. I repeat, an insult and your apology is called fgr at once. Your remark was unworthy cf a gentleman.” 9 m * HUSHED surprise fairly quivered in the air. No one had had any idea of the depths of Cousin Amos' innocence. As Linda tried desperately to think of some way to smooth over his deliberate affront to the Belgian, Tom stepped forward, hastily starting to speak. But the words never came for Cousin Amos suddenly bethought himself of an erven stronger climax and added with dogmatic finality: “Even one who is a foreigner and indifferent to the pollution of body and mind which indulgence in alcoholic drink inevitably brings! "Yes, I repeat, you have insulted the ladies of the party and I am waiting for your apology—and your withdrawal.” Instantly Tom had stepped between the two men, facing and close to the Belgian. Linda,.he felt, could handle the other better. From the corner of his eye he saw her put a hand on her cousin’s arm and knew all was well there. But he himself had need of all the nerve and poise and courage he possessed, for he was facing a man temporarily out of his senses. There was no sign, however, of the excitable “foreigner” who might have been listened to and gradually soothed. Here was that terrible chill fury which Linda had no---mentarily glimpsed. The man’s face was actually gray to his Jips —including his lips. Gray—infinitely more menacing, more terrible than angry red. ' In the eyes was a look that for all his solid, healthy courage Tom shrank from meeting. ‘‘Captain De Vos!” Instinctively he used the military title, as though appealing for discipline and control. “I’m sorry for that more sorry than I can say. “I apologize—for myself and for my wife—for her cousin who is not, I think you see, responsible for what he says or does. He does not understand our—customs here nor realize that he himself is—has been affected by what was served him. “Please believe that I resented was said as much as you did.” Tom’s jaw set grimly, in a flash of resentment against the author of all this trouble. “When Mr. Peabody is in a condition to understand what he has done, he will also apologize and retract what he has said.” Remarkable that the man let him say all this. had expected to be interrupted by a furious outburst! But the gray, chill look remained unchanged, the eyes met his with that blank awful glare, and as his own voice died away, Averill felt that he had not made the slightest impression on that frozen, almost cataleptic figure. 9,9 9 RETREATING voices told him that Linda and others were going toward the car. At his right, he felt rather than saw Pratt’s decidedly comforting support. Then the merest flicker of eyelashes showed that the taut, terrible figure was after all humaq. Into the eyes stole the,:, look of seeing. Averill released his breath with a little gasp—he had not realized his own poised suspense. As the eyes changed, so did the whole face. The crisis was over, although the now suave, courteous expression could—and probably did —veil any unpleasant thought. “I understand your position, Mr. Averill. It is indeed—unfortunate —.” The Belgian spoke softly, in his voice a glinting undercurrent of venom. “Nevertheless, I must—regretfully—refuse your further hospitality and leave your delightful

home—at once. You will understand my position. I can not remain—”

“Oh, come, Mr. De Vos!” It was Pratt’s rather heavy heartiness that interrupted and Tom felt the other wince under the Jovial boom. “You can’t let Mrs. Averill down that way. She has planned to entertain us all. “After all, I understand that Mr. Peabody came unexpectedly and was not of the original party—isn’t that right, Averill?” “Quite so.” Tom made his decision. Older man, relative though he was, the one to leave must be the elderly trouble maker, not this invited guest. “Mr. Pratt is quite right. Mr. Peabody, being a relative, dropped in on the chance that we could put him up. After what has happened, he will not want to stay. ‘‘We were delighted to have you as our guest and I also feel a responsibility to the firm. We’ve both wanted you to enjoy your stay especially and we’ll feel we’ve failed completely if you leave us because of this unpleasant incident. “Please reconsider, De Vos. I can assure you that you need have no further contact with Mr. Peabody." Yet driving home with the decidedly subdued party (Linda had gone ahead with the still dazed Cousin Amos) Tom wondered in agonized uncertainty what she would say, whether he had done the right thing, and how they would manage tactfully to get rid of the older man. Waiting in their room for Linda —Rosie hfed given him her message that her cousin was feeling decidedly unwell and that she would stay with him until he was more comfortable—Averill sighed over the whole situation. 9 9 9 FOR the first time he realized another growing cause of discomfort the rising, ominous heat, brooding more and more heavily over the still water and land. To the physical and mental depression was added the sharp poignancy with which, on returning home, he had missed the welcome of the little white dog.. Poor old Bunty so loyal and sturdy and lovable! Howlong they had had her and what a faithful, patient little friend she had been to them all! Hard to realize she had gone— And how she had gone! That had been in the back of his mind all these last hours. Shaughnessey, Statlander, De Vos, Pratt—Linda thought one of these had done it. Today, all of them—except Pratt —had shown such ghastly tempers.

7T6QDK am: BY BRUCE CATTQN MOST historians look on Napoleon as a wholly selfish menace from which Europe saved itself by the narrowest of margins, to its lasting benefit. Hilaire Belloc feels that the direct opposite is true. In his pew, biography, “Napoleon* Mr. Belloc says that Napoleon fought for a united Europe—which, says Mr. Belloc, would have been the greatest boon European civilization could have had. He almost reached his goal; that he failed, Mr. Belloc says, must be counted one of the world’s great tragedies. This failure, Mr. Belloc continues, was due chiefly to two errors Napoleon made. He involved himself in the Spanish adventure, which split the Grand Army in half; and he made the mistake of invading Russia. But he also failed' to appreciate the unifying force of Catholicism, and failed, therefore, to align .himself with a power that might have brought him to success. Mr. Belloc has not followed the ordinary biographical formula. He begins hist book with a rather condensed sketch of Napoleon’s career, and devotes the remaining chapters to describing certain of its outstanding incidents—such battles as Marengo and Austerlitz, the Italian and Russian campaigns, the return from Elba, and so on; and his book thereby gains a good deal of dramatic force. Asa new appraisal of one of the world’s most interesting men., “Napoleon’’ is a powerful and deeply absorbing bit of work. Published by Lippincott, it is priced at $4. Qnswers 1 rHvfr A-.ir J/J lira bbdatfi TUBS bry, GUESSELg*!Wo wro nr mrncM 9 r JUPITER is the largest known planet. Ichabod Crane was the principal character in Irving’s LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW. DR. ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL invented the telephone.

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Murderous tempers? Yes, he could honestly say that they seemed sufficiently intense. Why didn't Linda come? He must talk to her. He had promised De Vos the old man should go and that he should go at once. It was nearly diner time—ah, at last! That was her step— She anticipated his troubled, halfashamed opening sentence. “Yes, Tom, he has to go. You can't help it. He can't either, in his way, poor old man. But you’re responsible for this party and after that scene, there’s nothing else to do. “But not tonight—no, honestly! He won’t come down to dinner. He’s feeling quite wretched, poor thing!” she smiled a little.. “I bounced him back pretty roughly, I'm afraid. I was sore, Tom! “And the excitement and the sun and the alcohol have all been too

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much for him. IH send him up a tray. He wants to get home anyhow—like all men when anything ails them!” 9 9 “T SUPPOSE he exaggerates his -*■ misery just as he does his good health.” “Exactly. Feels he can have proper care and attention only where his difficult case is understood. Frankly, I think his nose is out of joint, even aside from the quarrels. “He’s used to being an oracle and the center of every family group and we }ust haven’t had time to kotow to him properly. It was partly that feeling that made him assert himself so violently. “But he says he can’t stand the train trip tonight and certainly I don’t want to have him go to a hotel in town, particularly as one

of us would have to go to New York with him if he did go tonight." “Well—ls he keeps to his room and gets off early enough—” ‘He will, darling. I promise! He won’t appear this evening at all and tomorrow morning every one else will be sleeping late after the dance tonight. We can get him off without his seeing any one—poor old thing!” “Yes, I hate to bundle him off that way. But if he’s suggested it himself, it certainly makes it easier for us. You are a peach, Binks.” “Poor darling!” She kissed his hot, wet forehead. “Don’t worry so, lamb! It’ll be a lovely party, just as we planned, after he’s gone.” “You forget Bunty.” Linda’s face went white under her tan—partly from the savageness of his tone, partly because in her desire to cheer his depression she

—By Ahern

An hour later he had safely left the Red*’ camp far behind, straight as an arrow he headed for the town which was the Reds military base. There he thought to capture the last living murderer of his mate, and for the time being—

j actually had forgotten this unexplained mystery. “Tom—l did! How terrible! And j I forgot—l forgot this afternoon (that it was one of those men!” ; Their eyes met. | “Have you decided which one?” ; she asked. CHAPTER EIGHT , nnOM AVERILL started violently. “Linda, do you really cling to that wild idea?" Annoyance at his own nervousness sharpened his •voice. “After all—heavens, girl, do you think we’re harboring a gang of murderers?” "I’m not ragging you, Tom." Linda spoke compassionately. “It is j hot and I know you're all fagged ! out—but this is serious. To answer

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your question, I do. Potential ones, anyhow." Her voice quavered as she yawned widely, with the complete abandon of .a child. “Urgh! Wurr! Mph! Why do I feel so absolutely all In? I suppose this afternoon, and the sun and all ” “It wasn’t a pretty scene.” “Neither was the one last night —par Mr. Statlander's behavior, from what you tell me. It seems as if any one of the three were inflammable enough ” “But the only ones Bunty irritated—that we know of—were Pratt and Cousin Amos.” “Oh. Marvin always had a temper. I remember ” (To Be Continued)

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—he gave up hopes of finding the clever spy. Nothing had he seen of her lately. He did notknow that Olga had started on a secret mission. So it chanced that ape-man and girl both were speeding, though miles apart, toward the same town.

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