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+ BY ROBERT DICKSON . (Copyright, NEA Service. Inc.) BEGIN HERE TODAY Marcia Canfield, daughter of wealthy Canfield, knows that the neigh-

ance of Frank Kendrick, whose _ ebgagement to Marcia has been an.mounced. A shortage in Kendrick’s funds has been discovered. Marcia goes to the dramatic club try- - outs and is given the leading part in a new play. Afterward, there is a holdup ~ and Marcia loses a ring. . From her friend, Helen Waddell, Mar¢cia learns that Frank is in Chicago, dethere. the plane. Meanwhile, Frank again disappears. - Tony Stellicei suspects his brother,

holdup. Marcia boards a plane to return home. Among the passengers is Bruce Mc-

NOW GO ON fii THE STORY

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ARCIA’S plane had left Chicago Hn weather which was only a little better than bad enough to suspend service. There had been indications of improvement, sufficient to permit the ~ plane’s departure, but, several hours on the way, the pilot encoun-

~ tered conditions which the airport

had not expected. THe wind veered suddenly, bringing snow, and then,

* shifting again, forced the tempera-

ture down, so that ice formed on the wings. The passengers who observed at all noticed vaguely that the pilot seemed tO be seeking a more favorable altitude and wind conditions, |" but they could not, of course, kfiow when the co-pilot found the radio suddenly dead. Marcia, gazing through her window into the haze at mental imageés which the poor visibility of the day could not erase, realized that the plane was about to land. She had riot acquainted herself with the schedule of the flight and thought ‘that they were making a regular stop, until she noticed that the ‘landing was to be attempted not at an airport, but in a field, snowcovered and isolated. Considering the snow, the pilot ..made an excellent landing; it was not his fault that a drift-covered fence brought his plane to an abrupt stop, jerking the craft to one side so violently that a wing dipped and one propeller was badly damaged, and the passengers were rudely jolted. Instantly there was a chorus of questions. The pilot and co-pilot emerged from the control room, and patiently and ‘at length explained the decreasing visibility and the

silent radio.

Then the two men opened a door and disappeared in the mist.

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NDER the ministrations of the stewardess, the cabin took on

- something of the atmosphere of a

picnic. The coffee and sandwiches which would have been served within half an hour at any event were passed around, and people began to speak to their neighbors of their escape from a serious accident, and of -possible continuing transportation. In the midst of these festivities Bruce McDougall, having finished with his refreshments, turned in his seat and glanced at the. passengers behind him. He saw Marcia, and his face broke. into the

- same hroad yet strangely embar-

rassed grin ‘which she had ‘seen in Chicago. Then he was on his feet, making his way down theggoisy aisle toward her. “Will you believe,” he . said, bending over her, “that I'm not actually following you?” The seat opposite’ Marcia was now vacant and McDougall appropriated it. _ “I didn’t have a chance to thank u for the sketch,” said Marcia. “I'd like to do another—a gayer one,” said McDougall, and then stopped short. “That is—" He was patently ab a loss for, ‘words, but the plane door was opened at the moment and the two pilots climbed in. “There’s a farmhouse not far back where you can all be comfortable for a while,” the chief "announced. “I hope you won't be delayed long. I'll make immediate efforts to have you on your way, but. in the meantime there's a

warm house for you to wait in—

plenty of room for all.” The farmhouse, the passengers found after trudging through the deep snow for a weary distance, was the spacious home of an elderly couple who, far from being embarrassed by this invasion, welcomed it as a pleasant interlude. More food was forthcoming for the crowd Of guests, and a cheerful log fre. All, indeed, that they could desire.

with the exception that the storm

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which had forced them down had also put the telephone line out of ‘commission and blocked the roads!

morning papers on the breakfast tables of Bobbs Neck

carried the news that a plane from

was hours overdue and un-

* ' Carlo, of being involved in the holdup "In Carle's home he finds loot from the

Marcia, no ene coud put much | spirit inte fhe enterprise. The cast h its routine half- , and Mrs. Henderson,

saw that the evening was being wasted. ; » # »

UT this did not disperse the players. Hoping, in the face of uncertainty, for the best, and fearing the worst, they remained in the auditorium and discussed the possibilities. . “What,” asked some -one, “was Marcia doing in Chicago, anyway? She must have gone out there very suddenly. I didn’t heard of her going.” Dorothy Osborn had * restrained herself during the entire day: while the village buzzed with the news, but she could not hold back any longer. “As a matter of fact,” she said, “I saw her leaving, I was at the station day before -yesterday, when she was catching a train to the city. “I-hate to say it, if anything has happened to her—although I don’t see any reason for not telling the

she was going to Schenectady. Now, why should she lie about it? I've been thinking it over, and I'm willing to bet there's more fo it than meets the eye. My guess is that it had something to do with Frank Kendrick!”

OW, this is cosy,” Bruce McDougall said to Marcia on their second night in the farmhouse. “Everybody else trots off to bed on tne sofas and cots and shakedowns pravided by our charming hosts, but you're sporting enough to stay up

the director, dismissed the mem- ,

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me. I don’t feel like sleeping anyway, and when I think of sitting bere alone—" “Youll sit alone very shortly,” said Marcia. sleepy. But I would like a cigaret Lefore I turn in again on my army cot in the hall” They sat for .a while in silence, ‘enjoying the sacrifice of great logs ‘in the fireplace. “This is sort of like being on shipboard,” McDougall said “You feel you know people after only a short time. Care to hear the story of my life?” . “How about just ome chapter now?” Marcia retorted. “A chapter explaining Why you go around sketching people so persistently?” “Oh, that! Why, I'm interested in types, I guess. Now, that sketch of you, for instance. That was to be first in the file of beat tiful women. . -. . All right, all right! Then you tell me the story of your life.” But Marcia declared it bedtime.

Lying on her cot, courting sleep,

of the curtain rung down on an

the author of the episode, Frank Kendrick. She thought, for no identifiable reason, of the young couple in love whom she had glimpsed in a Chicago taxicab, and again she compared Kendrick and herself with lovers; and she thought then,.so haphazard are the mental pictures which come while one is falling asleep, of Bruce McDougall, and she was deep in slumber before any further thoughts made Jrocession thic through her mind.

(To Be Con Continued)

OHNNY MILLET, holdup man, was uncannily adept at selecting his victims, and what’s more, he knew it. Johnny's eyes during five years of practice, had become keen in recognizing little tell-tale signs of financial well-being. “Brains—just brains,” muttered Johnny one night as he ordered his dinner in Willison’s high-class restaurant. “It takes brains to make a go of this racket.” More: than pleased with himself, he chuckled inwardly, and let his sharp eyes come to rest upon a. middle-aged man at a near-by table. He was florid of face, portly. and well dressed—but, thought Johnny, too jolly with his lady companion. The “hail-fellow-well-met” kind of guy—more jokés than jeans. - ® | 8 8 T another table, Johnny espied - young Willoughby Smith III, heir to the ith soap millions. But five hours |earlier, he had seen Willoughby emerging vay from a pawn broker’s shop. He concluded that young| Mr. Smith was not a very good Prospect at the moment. Yes, sir, it © ok Yots of brains in this business—the ability to notice small details. Hadn’t he, by careful observation, picked four of his previous victims in this very restaurant? And hadn't he reaped a golden hdrvest each time? He mustn't lose patience tonight, just because the signs had not yet pointed to the right person. | But gradually Johnny became discouraged, Sign after sign, hunch upon hunch. failed to impress the holdup expert. | Then, just as he was about to leave the restaurant in disgust, not one, but two very likely looking prospects made their appearance. “The first fellow fairly exuded opulence. That suit, for instance, must have cost at least a hundred dollars, and, the hat about twenty. Johnny's eyes traveled to other ex-pensive-looking items of the man’s | attire. Why, a bird like that was probably toting ‘a wallet bulging with bank notes.

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USTN'T be’ too hasty, though. Better to put the guy to the last convincing test—food. Johnny had learned from past experience that cheap folks invariably ordered cheap food. He watched the man stride elegantly to a table. An then, Johnny saw him-lean apologetically ' toward the waiter, as though trying to avoid attracting anybody's attention,® In a lowered voice, he ordered. 8 “Soup and—and crackers, please.” Johnny's straining ears had caught +he words. He grunted in disgust. Well, that was that! He turned his attention to the second of the two prospects. With cold practicality, he decided, “My friend, it looks like it's going to be you. Yeah, just | by—Dby elimination, it's gotta be you.”

BY ELIMINATION

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he flung back a parting warning to Johnny. ” 2 = EVER judge by appearances, buddy! Juanita looked good to me, too, till last month!” Johnny Millet, . the holdup “expert,” stood gazing after the departing figure. Then, disgustedly, mechanically, he pocketed the quarter. At almost the same time, 20 blocks across town, a man in a $100 suit and a $20 hat was just entering his swanky bachelor apartment. Raymond Adams, the wealthy huthor, sighed as he put his door-key back in his wallet, where repose a large sum of money “A thousand dollars for that last

“and the doctor still has me on this diet of soup and crackers!”

(THE END)

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