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BEGIN HERE TODAY The gaiety of the Christmas party at “Thunder Mesa,” the de Forest hacienda in New Mexico,«has a tragic ending when Pearl Sam de Forest, oldest of thrce brethers, is found dead witit an ancient knife in his throat. Tach of 1)1e de Forest brothers has the first name ‘“‘Pearl.’’ Pearl John is the youngest, Pearl Pierre next. Others at the house party are: Tante Josephine, old and an invalid; Betty Welch, her young companion; Ramon Vasquez and Angelique Abeyta, guests at the party; Prof. Shaw, archeologist, and Bob Graham, tire salesman stopping at the hacienda while his car is being repaired. The body of Pearl Sam, placed in the house chapel, has disappeared. Later Ramon and Angelique learn that it has been burned. Pearl Pierre announces that officers have been sent for. Next morning Pearl Pierre fails to appear. He is found, lifeless, below a rocky ledge, the same knife that killed his brother, in his throat. Pearl John announces he is going to destroy the knife, but when he goes to get it, the knife has disappeared. Pearl John accuses the Indian servant, Broken Shield, of the murders. Tante Josephine defends the Indian. Next morning she, too, is dead. °’ NOW GO ON

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

TUNNED by the news of Tante J) Josephine’s death, and fully aroused now to the tragedy about them, the household at Thunder Mesa assembled. Outside the blizzard swept across the windy space, holding dead and alive, alike, prisoners in its icy clutch. Had Tante Josephine’s rage burned; out” her life or was there some other reason for her death? This thought was foremost in the minds of all. Betty had not left the old lady the night before until Tante Josephine had seemed to be sleeping quietly. There was nothing now to indicate that she had died . from any but natural causes. Yet the awful doubt remained. - About 10 o'clock the two men who had started down the canyon the day before came staggering back to the hacienda, half-frozen and saying that the road was \impassable. They had been unable to get

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through. All night they had fought

the storm and were glad to have escaped with their lives. “The Indian,” Pearl. John remarked, “did not bring any report on the road.” “The Indian was not at his post at the top of the trail,” the men told him. ‘He does not know.” This proved to be the case, when an investigation was made. Broken Shield had vanished as completely as had his tribal ancestors. Had Le learned of his benefactress’ death, and realizing his position was no longer secure, taken himself off? Or was the Indian hiding somewhere on the mesa, perhaps with the deadly obsidian knife in his -possession, ready to wreak venge.ance on some supposed slayer of the old lady whose devoted siave he had been? © The members of the group who were left discussed this as they gathered in the living room as though for mutual protection. Even de: Forest's violent attitude of the day before seemed to have exhausted itself. =» ” n FTER announced that he was going to do some studying, and, since -his host did not offer any objection, he went to his room and closed the qoor. Methodically he unlocked a desk and took out a small black notebook. This he put into ‘his pocket, along with a tape measure rolled into a round metal holder. After waiting a moment he walked to the door. The corridor outside was empty, and a low hum of conversation came from the living room. The professor stepped out into the corridor and “shut the door soundlessly behind him. Then he made his way down the hall until he was opposite the door with the lions head knocker. Looking carefully about, he took a key from his pocket and slipped it into the lock. In a minute the door opened and he was standing at the top of a long flight of adobe steps. He closed the door carefully and, turning on a small pocket flashlight, went slowly down into the darkness below. It was a very long stairway, as he had expected it would be. The measurements he had made from the outside of the house had told him that the hacienda was built on more than a trace of the old Indian pueblo. There were many feet left on the ancient structure, so the basement of the house was probably much deeper than it would have been if its walls- had been of modern construction. At last "he stood in what appeared to be an ordinary storage room. A. great many boxes and barrels were arranged in neat piles around three sides, leaving one wall clear. ” ” = E eyed this vacant space with some interest, but there seemed to be nothing unusual about it. He

ran his hand over the surface and

got a painful splinter in one finger for his curiousity. Then he turned his’ attention to the floor, tapping it here and there. Apparently it, too, was of solid material with nothing unusual in its construction. He took out the notebook, consulting its pages With a puzzled frown on his thin face. Could he have been mistaken again? He had thought there ‘was no possibility of that, after the weeks he had put in checking and mapping the outlines of the old pueblo. He had traced the entire structure so that he could reconstruct it in his notebook, much as it must have stood out against the skyline atop the mesa. An imposing and wellbuilt communal house it must have bgen, he had decided, for the adobe was of fine quality, evidently the work of master builders. ‘But Prof. Shaw did not have time to stand mooning over bygone days. The cellar had further significance for him and the hours were all too short in which to prove this thing of which he had been so sure. Once more he went over as much of the * room as he could without moving anything, examining every inch of - the walls and flour. The search was ~ unrewarded. > ® n..n

JE paused before that blank : . A space and looked at it thought- . fully. Was there any reason why ~ three sides of the room should be ~~ filled and nothing placed against ~ that particular wail? Throwing the yellow beam of hig light against its

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edges, he peered at the wall closely, but, so far as he could see, the parts fitted together so closely it was apparent that it had never been moved. Carefully he tapped the wall, listening intently for evidence of a hollow beyond. Just as he was about to give up he detected a difference in the sound, and eagerly he compared its location with thé notes in his book. He was right then, after all. There was a hallow space behind that wall—a space he could aimost outline, now that he knew it was there. There had been a reason for keeping the wall clear. Evidently the present owners of the house knew of that other chamber and possibly had some way of getting into it. Why were they so secretive? What was in that mysterious.place? The professor turned his attention again to the floor in front of the vacant wall. This, too, gave incications of an opening beneath when he tapped it directly oppostte the place in the wall that had had a different sound. So there was a space under the floor level, too. Well, he had expected that. ” " 4

LL the pueblos had their kivas or places for religious ceremonies below the level of the living quarters. Fortunately, the pres-ent-day Pueblo Indians still clung to their ancient customs of building so that it was not difficult to reconstruct the life of their ancestors. The professor had found evidences that they still made concessions to | the old religion, in case the white man’s God failed them—as in {ime of drouth, for instance. It was almost certain,. ign that the old kiva was beneath the

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spot where he now stood, and more that probable that the de Forest family knew about this, too. fle was nearing the end of his quest. Perhaps within his hands would lie the solution of all the strange happenings on the mesa. Just how he would use this knowledge, if he did get it, the professor had not decided. Of one thing he was certain. He would make young de Forest swallow every one of the insinuations he had cast at him. Already he could picture the other man’s feelings when he, the despised professor of archeology, took things into his own hands and became the cne to dictate. . Cheered. by this prospect, Prof. Shaw set to work again with his tapeline, drawing out a length of it to see the size of the possible doorway beyond, so that he could find the entrance to the place. ; So engrossed was he in this investigation that he did not hear a slight movement behind him, nor was he conscious that other eyes than his were watching his tapeline, the metal-tipped end of which slithered across the floor with a faint rasping sound. At last, satisfied by the results,

| the Professor made rapid calcula-

tions in his notebook, then propped

{ the electric torch on the floor, so

that its beam of light fell directly on the space in the wall where he had been working. He was pressing against the wall with his shoulder when someoné leaped upon him from behind. A great fist struck his head, blotting out consciousness. The last thing the Professor remembered was the tightening of a tapeline around his bare throat.

(To Be Centinued)

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HE bank teller took J. Augustus Dane's deposit, then remarked pleasantly, “I hear the picture, ‘Golden Glower,” will be a hit.”

“Why shouldn't it be a hit?” the old character actor asked pompously. “My friend Golden was a grand man—nay, a great man.” As the teller’s eyes widened, Mr. ‘Dane would have liked to enlarge on his latest and favorite subject. It was his conceit to pose as the friend of various famous men of the past. More recently, he had been bragging of his one-time friendship with “Golden” Glower, famed character of the old days who had made a fabulous fortune in gold mines and whose career had just been filmed. J. Augustus Dane had had a small part in the picture and, on and off the set, he had boasted of his friendship with Golden. However, he lacked the time now to impress the incredulous teller. As he turned away from the

old woman with a flower basket. “I most humbly beg your pardon, madam,” he said, with a deep flourish. The crone shot him a look. rose for ydur lapel, sir?” quavered. Augustus started to speak, but gave the old woman a quarter instead, and strutted out.

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E was on his way to meet Skip O’Donnell at Tony's place to have a few drinks. Tony's was almost deserted when Augustus en-| tered and found Skip with a sleek- | looking, middle-aged stranger. “Mr. DeHaven,” Skip introduced him# ’ “I've heard of Augustus Dane, of course,” Mr. DeHaven said pleasantly. “Anyone who knew old-time Broadway knows that name.” Augustus swelled and started to reminisce about his days on the stage. Then, the talk drifted to the movies. Skip said he had heard “Golden Glower” was a WOW. “Why shouldn’t it be a wow?” Augustus demanded. “Golden was a grand man—nay, a great man. I should know.” Mr. DeHaven feigned astonishment. “You knew him?” “Knew him!” Augustus snorted. “He was my bosom friend! It was at the turn of the century .. . ” He went on and on. “Our friendship lasted until his death.” : He paused to savor the awe of Mr. DeHaven before he launched into the climax of his oft-told tale, which Skip had already heard more than once. “Gad!” he

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exclaimed, and smacked the table. “I shguld not speak of this, but I will. You know how Golden, dying, burned all the I. O. U's of his friends? My note for—for fifteen hundred was among those. I confess it. I would have gone to his rescue—he died penniless, you know—but the panic of nineteen seven had wiped out my fortune. When I. regained it, I should have been .glad to reimburse his estate or his heirs. Unfortunately, he left neither.” Augustus sighed. ” n ” “YJ 'LL bet you are glad he left no heirs,” Skip said cynically. “Not a bit of it!” Augustus bridled. “If you knew Golden left an neir, you'd give him a check for a grandfifty?” asked Skip. “Of course!” Augustus said dignantly. “Golden did leave an heir,” Mr. DeHaven said quietly. “A daughter. She is a quaint, character here in Hollywood.” # / “I hardly think so,” Augustus said. “Golden never married, you know.” “Auggie’s right, Mr. DeHaven,” Skip protested. ; “No,” said Mr: DeHaven, wrong. This daughter is an old flower woman, known as Mom Glower. She frequently comes into this very place to sell her flowers— usually about this time.” : “Absurd!” Augustus sneered.

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1 seen her proofs,” Mr. DeHaven insisted quietly, “One day last week, some of the boys in here were teasing Mom—you see, she is always talking about -being Glower's daughter. She grew indignant and showed us her mother's marriage certificate and her own birth paper. She apparently

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cherishes them and always carries them with her to back up her tale. Both were official records of Reinstock, Nev. That's where Golden got his start.” Augustus wanted to flee, but pride forbade him. “Pshaw!” He tried to laugh. she's Glover's daughter, why didn't the movie people call on her for data for this picture?” “They did,” Mr. DeHaven said. “Had her at the studio once, but Mom had nothing for them. You see, her father had deserted her mother just before she was born. The studio decided to leave out any reference in the picture to that unworthy episode in Glower's life—the marriage, which lasted only briefly, was not generally known. But don't you recall the scandal when Glower refused to acknowledge his daughter and had her thrown out of his

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fs OOK!” said DeHaven suddenly. “Here comes Mom now!” Augustus turned and saw. coming into Tony's, the old flower woman he had seen in the bank. “Let’s get her over here,” said DeHaven, and gestured : to the old woman. : “You don’t have ‘to pay this debt of honor,” Skip said sarcastically to the pale Augustus. “She's only an old flower woman, and youre a nigh-priced actor!” As the old woman reached the table, DeHaven spoke to. her, explaining the situation. She drew a packet of papers from her bosom. DeHaven handed them to Augustus, whose tortured eyes were on the flower woman's face. “Don’t show him the papers,” Skip sneered. “Auggie don’t want to be convinced of this debt of honor!” “I'm Golden's daughter right enough,” the old woman piped. “The old timers in Reinstock remember When my mother married him. When I think of the millions he threw away and me—” She rubbed her eyes.

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UGUSTUS drew out his check book. He wrote a check slowly, folded it, and handed it to Mom. He stood up. “It is a pleasure, madam, to pay this debt of honor.” Then to the

day.” He left, swinging his cane with bravado. “A 100-to-1 shot gallops home.” Mr. DeHaven laughed softly. “Nice work,” he said to his fellow conspirators, then paused. “What is it?” he asked sharply of Mom, who was chuckling. He snatched the check from her. It was for $10 and was made out to “Minnie Koppers.” “I'm Minnie,” Mom laughed tear-

ld days when we were both in h audeville, That was nearly 40 years #86 I didn’t think the old fool recognized me!” THE END

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