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nd. The Meeds move inte “Rickety House,” & tenant house nearby. Kate and Caroline are invited to a dance at the home of a friend, Cynthia Chenault. They meet an old lady who asks them what has become of the buried Meed silver.

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8 valuable silver tea service was buried

NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ATE told herself, “I'll go about | to select a tree in the back yard or | orchard, but the oak was a lot | nearer. . . . All right. The day 'was hot. Pompey would have peat the story of the buried tea! picked the shady side to work on. service in detail until he was im-|Gran’dad remembers his mother patient with her persistence. She | saying it happened in the morning: probed Zeke’s memory for all that |The shade would have been to

this lost silver business like a

detective.” And she did. She asked her grandfather to re-

it would yield. Both of them knew of the silver’s burial only from hearsay, yet what they did know was exact and valuable for Kate's purpose. She carried a notebook around with her, and when she got a clew she wrote it down.

Caroline said to the Major, “It’s | Meed silver is!” as if she’s obsessed, Gran'dad!|

What on earth does she hope to get | downstairs, walking softly so that pe Be i Caroline and the Major .would not

hear. She went through the kitch{en and outdoors, to the quarters

.out of it?” “I've no idea,” replied the puzzled old man. Kate became so engrossed that she failed to notice the steamy hot weather, Stranger yet, she seemed not to notice Morgan's neglect of her. She had written in her notebook: all that could be recalled about Pompey, the butler. He was said to be genial, pleasant with guests. Honest, except about liquor. Loyal. Proud of family traditions. Lazy... Always, in those tales of Pompey, the butler’s laziness stood out as a conspicuous trait. Lazy. Lazy. So ‘Kate asked herself finally, “Where would a very lazy person bury something heavy on a -hot August morning?”

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HE knew the answer to that, but there was something else that she wanted to be sure about. She asked the Major. “Can we always

count on a hot, dry August in this |

part of the country, Grandad?” | “Why, yes,” the old man an-; swered. “You can expect a hot dry August. If's been that way as far back as I can remember. Things get right crisp and uglylooking. Then the early fall rains come and make the grass as green as spring again.” “Thank you,” said Kate formally, and wrote in her book: “Gran’dad says Augusts have always been hot and dry here. This js significant ...” A little later in the day she said to Caroline, “The ground gets pret-

& ty hard in August. I guess a lazy

person who was told to dig a hole wouldn't dig any deeper than nec-

“I reckon not,” Caroline agreed. She was very weary of Kate's detective work. She was resentful, _ too, that Kate should be so occupied with this thing as to be blind to the troubles of the present: their grandfather's lack of energy, the scarcity of money, the garden failure, even of Morgan's noticeable pursuit of Eve Elwell. Caroline herself was only too well aware of all this. No doubt their friends were, too. Why, then, should Kate go about in an excited, bright-eyed trance, writing down ridiculous things in a book?

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AROLINE said rather sarcastically, “If it's not asking too much of you, Kate, I'd like you to string the beans for supper.” “I'd be glad to,” Kate said humbly. “I really don’t mean to neglect the work. It's just that I' —I'm—" “Obsessed,” supplied Caroline sadly. “Honey,” Kate said, looking intently at her sister, “did you ever think what it would mean to us if I'd find the Meed silver?” “Just something to gloat over,” answered Caroline. “And to polish. Imagine it in this cube of a dining room. Ridiculous.” = Kate said, as if she had thought it out long ago, “No! We'd sell it! 3 'dad’s pension hdrdly keeps us in food. I'd get enough out of it to stock us with staples for the winter and to send you to the University this fall. I'd not be sentimental about the stuff, Caroline. I've killed all the sentiment that’s in me, because it's sentiment that hurts, We'd sell it, I tell you Sterling silver, and old and beautiful, and once set before LaFayette! What & price we'd get!” Caroline said sharply, “I don't

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“It’s buried under the big oak to the left of the front porch. It's buried on the west side, six feet or more frdm the base, and not very deep. . . . That's the oldest tree on the place. It stands nearer the front of the house than any other.-. . . All right. Pompey was

to mark the place. He'd been told

the west, inclining south a little. . Pompey was lazy. If happened in August. The ground was prob’ly dry and hard. Pompey wouldn't have dug deep. . .-. It’s there! Not more than four or five feet down. . . . That's where the

She blew out the lamp and went

of Althy and Zeke. There she found them on the little brickfloored porch before . their room, sitting as they usually sat before they went to bed. She could just discern them in the darkness— Zeke by his pipe, Althy by her white apron. There was no moon yet, and not a great deal of starlight, for the day had been showery. * Kate said softly, “Is Rutherford B. asleep?” ’ “Yes'm, Miss Kate,” answered Althy. “Why for you ask?”

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ATE took the rickety chair

time, then Zeke said with surprising clairvoyance, “It seems like you wanter go dig fer it. tonight, Miss Kate.” . “Would you be afraid?” asked Kate quietly. Zeke meditated. “Dogs would be de wofrysome part—" - Kate’s answer was quick.. “Mr. Howard hasn’t any grown dogs. I found that out. Only some puppies. Coon dogs and bird dogs that hes planning to train him-

self. He keeps them locked up at’

night. If they got to , 18 wouldn’t mean anything.” : 2 8 =n : == said meditatively, “Mister Howard sleep in yer gran’dad’s room. De wes’ side of de oak tree is a piece from his windows. “But, look a-here, Miss Kate! It seem like we oughter ask Major Sam.” “No!” said Kate harshly. “No! That would ruin everything. He'd say it wasn’t right or decent to dig on Jeff Howard's ground while he slept. He'd insist on asking Jeff Howard’s permission, or at least telling him what we intend to do. And what would happen then, Zeke?” “Time we got to diggin’, silver'd be gone maybe.” ‘“Yes,” said Kate. “He'd beat us to it.” She believed Jeff Howard would stop at nething to thwart and humble her. Though he might neither need nor covet the buried silver, he would withhold it from her if he could. Althy remarked unexpectedly, “Dis here’s a nice dark night.” There was something portentous in her words. “You see, Zeke!” Kate said triumphantly, “Althy thinks we ought to go!” “Lawd, honey! Athy goin’ too!” announced the old woman. They drew closer together in the darkness and made their plans. A bat wheeled low, his taut, pointed wing almost brushing Kate’s shoulder, but she did not notice.

Zeke offered her, and sat down. Her knees were trembling

(To Be Continued)

By Frank

“ HE guy must be a nut to paint all them pictures when he could buy ’em already made,” Eddie Page decided as the light from his

tiny flashlight circled Michael Barns’ studio. For a moment he held the beam on a canvas that was propped on an easel in the center of the large room. A girl with a strong white chin, contrasting dreamy eyes, and red hair smiled at him. The lower part of the picture was shapeless, unfinished. “No time to waste on you tonight, sister,” Eddie muttered and turned to the safe. The wealthy Michael Barns divided his time between two hobbies —painting portraits and collecting ' jewels, Eddie Page was not an artist, but he was a jewel collector. With the confidence born of much experience, he droppsd to his knees and set to work on the big safe.

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E worked hastily but methodically. Occasionally he glanced up toward the open window which had been his means of entrance. He expected it to be his exit, too. The safe was stubborn; and. time sped by. But at last, the tumblers clicked in place. Eddie grinned. Another burglar-proof safe conquered. He opened the heavy steel door and sent the light into the safe’s dark interior.

A sound beyond the door at his back froze the grin on his face. He thumbed off the flashlight, listened tensely. He heard the door open. He pulled a mask up over the lower part of his face, half turned, and fished an automatic out of his coat pocket. The lights came on in a blinding flash. * “Hold it, fella!” Eddie rasped, leveling the gun.

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MM CEaninanys stood just inside the doorway, a surprised expression on his long, lean face. He raised his hands shoulder hig Without taking his eyes o Barns, Eddie scooped two jewel boxes out of the safe and dropped them into his coat pocket. CareHy he removed all fingerprints dhief

the safe door with a handker-

Then, slowly, he began backing toward the window. Halfway there, he crashed into the easel that held the unfinished portrait of the redhaired girl. For a moment, he was disconcerted. Then he detoursd, and the window without

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boxes. left him It was the biggest haul he made! He his coat, started to hang suddenly paused. On its b smear of red and white the pretty girl's rang chin and red hair! the unfinished portrai off when he had backed it. He'd get rid of that coat at once. Quickly he folded it, wadded it under his arm and eased out into the hallway. He'd slip over to the park across the street, wrap the coat around a stone and chuck it into the Jjagoon. Just as he reached the street, a green roadster pulled around the

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He turned slowly and walked to the roadster. O'Day grinned sourly at him. “Ain't seen you in some time, Eddie,” he said. “Been a ‘good boy?” Eddie managed a weak grin and inwardly - breathed a sigh of relief. The cops weren't after him. This was just a casual checkup. “Sure, chief”—he called all cops chief because they seemed to like it —“I've been goin’ straight since I

‘got out.”

““Yeah?” O’Day’s voice was skep-

tical. “What’ve you got under your’

arm?” ” ” » “ JUST my coat,” Eddie said. “It’s too hot’ to” wear a coat, tonight.” “It's hot, all right,” agreed O'Day. “Well, run along, Eddie, and keep your fingers outa people’s strongboxes.” “Sure, chief, you won't need to worry about me any more,” Eddie promised. The officer behind the \ wheel shifted gears. Eddie turned away, then suddenly froze at the sound of the police radio. f 1 “Calling cars 36, 19 and 7,” came the monotonous voite of the announcer. “A jewel robbery at 1601 Arnold, the home of Michael Barns. The thief wearing a dark blue suit. The coat will have paint on the back. Calling cars thirty-six—" # # 2 STRONG hand dropped like a lead weight on Eddie’s shoulder. O’Day’s voice boomed. “Wait a minute, Eddie. Ill just take a look at your coat.” Eddie felt the coat being pulled from under his arm. He tried to jerk away, but the hand on his shoulder held like a vise. “Been good, eh!” O’Day’s voice was sarcastic. “Now, Eddie, you tell me where you've left them jewels, an’ we'll go get ‘em before we go to headquarters.” ; THE END

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