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BEGIN HERE TODAY The zaiety 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 three brothers, is found dead with an ancient knife in his throat. Each of the de Forest brothers has the first name “Pearl.” Pearl John is the youngest, Pearl Pierre next. Others at the house 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 zoes to get it, the knife has disappeared. Pearl John accuses the Indian servant, Broken Shield, of the murders, and Tante Josevhine defends him. Next morning Tante Josephine, too, is dead. Broken Shield is not to be found. Prof. Shaw investigates the cellar of the house, discovers a secret pasage and is about to enter it when someone springs on him, . NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER NINETEEN

HEN the dinner hour arrived Bob went to Prof. Shaw's room to call him. There was no response. to his knock, so Bob opened the door and found the room empty. Another person missing! Feeling terror, he returned to the living room and told Pearl John that the professor was not in his room. The others had all gon to the dining room. > For an instant Pearl John's ‘ace paled. Then he laid a hand on Bob's arm. “Not a word of this to the others until we're sure he is not on the place somewhere. "Nas there anything out of place in his room?” He asked the last question because Bob's face showed that he still had something on his mind. “No,” Bob answersd, “but since so much has happened, I think I ought to tell you what I saw the night before Pearl Pierre's death.” He related in detail the scene in the hall outside his door between Pearl Pierre and Angelique and told how the girl had trailed Pearl Pierre to the door with the lion's head

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“Ah, now we're getting somewhere!” de Forest exclaimed. “Leave this to me, Bob.” Bob looked at him a moment in preplexity, half wishing he had held his tongue. Dg Forest had certainly been hard as flint with the Indian.

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’ EARL JOHN walked toward the dining room. To the others in the .dining rocm he explained, “Prof. Shaw does not care for lunch. Angelique, perhaps you would take me on for a game of billiards after dinner. I feel as though I needed to have my mind distracted.” “I'd love to, Pearl John,” she replied with her flashing smile. Bob felt a twinge of conscience as he looked at the pretty little flirt. Ramon cast a quick glance at de Forest but soon was talking again with Betty, who sat at his side. Later the click of the billiard balls could" be heard as Ramon paused a moment outside the billiard* room. Satisfied, he walked away down the: corridor. But when the game was over and Angelique had claimed victory over her opponent, Pearl John put the cues away and, drawing her to a seat beside him, asked suddenly: “What were you and my brother doing in the hallway the night beYou told us that

we all said good night in the living room.” “Why—why, what do you mean?” she gasped, surprised into the answer. “Just what I said,” he answered coldly. “You were carrying on a— well, a rather touching scene with him, shall we say? Then, after he

left, you trailed him down the hall.” |

a a #8 “© 0, someone has been telling lies about me, have they?” Angelique shrilled. “Let's see—yes, of course! The fair Betty's room is on that side of the hall isn’t it? Men always believe anything a fair-haired woman cares to tell them. You've fallen for her.” De Forest bit his lip in fury. “You're wrong, Angelique.” “Of course I am!” she sneered. “Anything to: proiect her. Don't forget she was the last person to be with your aunt before she died so suddenly. And don’t forget that you are now the sole heir to whatever' fortune the de Forests may have had—and they don’t seem to have felt any lack of money.” De Forest looked at her baffled. It was one thing to browbeat an

‘ Indian servant, and quite another

to tackle a beautiful girl, furious with jealousy and spite. Finally he shrugged and rose to his feet. “Very well, then. You deny everything. Is that it, Angelique?” “I most certainly do!” she snapped, and flounced out of the room, In the doorway she turned .and flung over her shoulder, “You'll have a hard time hanging the crimes of someone else on me, Pearl John de Forest. I'm not a bit afraid of you or any of the “others in this house!”

” 2 ” ALKING quickly to Ramon’s ; room, she beat on. the door with a small clenched fist. When he opened it she slipped inside and faced him. “I suppose vou know what de Forest wanted of me, don’t you?” she demanded. “Don’t be silly, Angelique. I heard him invite you to play billiards with him. We all did.” : “But you didn’t hear him accuse me of all the murders!” she went on. “It seems Betty Welch was spying on Pearl Pierre and me, and she told Pearl John what she saw. Now, Ramon, it’s up to you to do something about this and

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minute that it was your idea for me to make a play for Pearl Pierre.” Ramon was not listening to her ranting. His mind harked back to

| ‘her first statement and he asked, “Did

you say Betty told de Forest all this?” _ “Yes, she did.” “Now Angelique, get hold of your-

self. thing to harm a soul. that kind! She’s—" “So you're a victim of her sweetness, too, are you??” Angelique put her hands on her hips and looked at him with a cruel smile. “Well, let me tell you, Ramon, I'm through! I won’t take the blame for what someone else has done. If you don’t go to Pearl John and convince him I'm innocent, I'll do a little talking myself.” “You're beautiful when you're mad, Angelique!” Ramon told her, grasping her shoulders and smiling into her eyes. “Now listen, dearest. There isn’t anyone who can hold a candle to you. You know that, don’t you? Of course I'll see that de Forest doesn’t blame you, little spitfire!”” He pressed his lips to hers and in a moment felt her tense body relax in his arms.

Bn 2 » ATER, he again opened the door and she slipped out into the hallway and hurried to her own room. But although her lips now smiled at her reflection in the mir-

ror, there was still a determined expression in her black eyes. The fair-haired Betty had claimed the attention of both men, and both had rushed to her defense when

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tales. Well, Angelique had ways to deal with situations of this sort. Angelique had no intention of occupying second place where Ramon was concerned. > Meanwhile Bob was searching for Pearl John. When he discovered him in the library, brooding before the fire, he asked, “De Forest, what is behind that mysterious door with the lion’s head knocker, that you are so careful to see that nobody opens?” : Pearl John sprang up and faged him. “What do you mean?” “Just this, de Forest. So long as you refuse to allow any of us to go io the basement or wherever it is that door leads, we’ll feel there is something there that youre not anxious for us to see.” “Come on,” said de Forest, rising. “I'd hate not to put your minds at rest,” he added sarcastically. As they went down the hall, Ramon came from his room. “We're going down into the basement,” Pearl John told him, “Better come along, too.” “You want me to come?” asked Vasquez. Then, as the other nodded, he joined them. They went down the long flight of stairs silently and, at the bottom, stopped suddenly. On the floor before them lay Prof. Shaw.

(To Be Continued)

E’D never before had a highbrow among the dudes at Ma Cavanaugh’s Double X Bar Ranch, so me and Rusty was real curious to see what this Professor Roscoe Tackett would be like. The very first day we took to him like a couple of colts to a lump of sugar, in spite of his funny talk and the way he looked. He was only about thirty-five and not bad lookin’, but it was his whiskers that drawed ¢ attention—just a little bunch of grass on his chin. Then, too, he wore glasses, which made him look even more like a sissy. But we liked him. : Gosh, though, he sure was a tenderfoot. That first night, after supper, he came down to the bunkhouse and set around on the porch with us wranglers. Me and Rusty was discussin’ a pack trip for the dudes up the canyon and the professor says, “You will use automobiles for transportation,.I presume?”

Rusty haw-haws right out.

*No, Prof,” I says. “We ride horses. Ain't you ever rode?” “No,” he says, sorta discouraged. “Don’t worry,” I assure him. “I’l] have you forkin’ outlaws like a genuwine cowpoke before the week’s out.” ” ” ” EXT morning, he was settin’ on the top rail of the round corral fence when I come out leadin’ Bunky. Bunky was a first-rate cow pony once, but he’s old and stiff in the legs now. * I get the professor -into the leather and hand him the reins while I adjust the stirrups. When I get them fixed, he’s beamin’. “I am convinced that I shall enjoy horsemanship,” he says, flappin’ his long legs. Bunky thinks that's a signal to go and starts off on a jerky trot. The Prof. nearly falls off. “Hey!” I yell, and grab the reins. He laughs, sheepish, while I bring out Bird, my horse, and saddle her. Then I notice he’s got his specs on. “Take off them glasses!” I bellow. “Your face's got enough decoration without fancy carvin’s in case Bunky gives you a sky ride!” He grins and puts the glasses away in his pocket. “I always hold,” I says, “that there’s two occasions when a guy should take off his specs—when he’s learnin’ to ride, and when he necks.” “Necks?” the Prof. inquired. “Sure. Don’t you think specs take all the romance outa neckin’?” “I—I don’t comprehend.”

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E was walkin’ the horses around the corral, so I come up close and explain. “Course, I don’t wear glasses, but I notice them-that does always lays them down somewhere when they starts neckin’.” ‘He gets me that time, and he’s blushin’. “I—I never thought of it that way.” He is dead serious. “I mean —well, I never had the leisure to know girls until I met Phoebe. She is perfect! It was her suggestion that I come out here while she works on her thesis. We are to be married on my retusn!” “Congratulations!” I stick out my hand. Prof grabs it—and drops his reins. Bunky bends his head and they slip off his neck. I climb down to pick ’em up. : When I looked up again, the professor is smilin’ and takin’ off his hat. There on the fence sits Hallie, Ma Cavanaugh’s niece, who is on a visit to the ranch.

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OW Hallie’s a good kid, but just too darn pretty for her own good. She just twirls her rope, and every male critter in the outfit stampedes to get into ‘her loop. She ain’t satisfied with four or five, she’s gotta have the whole herd. When I seen the look she was givin’ Prof, I decided I'd have to put a cactus under her saddle pronto. I wasn’t goin’ to stand by and see her hogtie that innocent ecritter. It was after supper could corral her. “Hallie,” I begins, “you lay off the Prof!” ] “Why?” She throws up ner head.

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your brand. He's already wearin’ one. He's engaged to a swell girl back East—and she loves him.” Hallie makes a face and walks away. I'm plumb worried.

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HE next two or three days “proved I had reason to be. Hallie was ridin’ herd on Prof, and headin’ him for the wild country. He didn’t put up a fight, even. One night, he come down to the bunkhouse, where me and Rusty was |

Saving the Prof for Phoebe

By Gladys Bradshaw Perry Daily Short Story

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settin’ on the porch. He eased hisself down, and then started in. “She’s perfect!” “Who?” Rusty inquires. “Why, Miss Hallie!” “Oh, her!” And Rusty starts to laugh. : “See, here,” I put in, “I don’t wan. to butt in Prof, but someone's gotta enlighten you. Hallie's just amusin’ herself with you. I ain’t disparagin’ her, understand, but she's always had the whole herd loco and don't figure on mixin’ sourdough for any one critter. Why, I'll bet my new martingale she’s out somewheres with some other man this minute— with that good-lookin’ dude that come today, most likely.” “You mean Mr. Wilson, the chap with the horn-rimmed glasses?” “Sure. I seen her makin’ eyes at him just before supper.” : “Preposterous!” The Prof’s down“Miss Hallie wouldn't accept the attentions of a man if she had even slight interest in another!” E-3 2 ” T that, Rusty lets out a roar. A The Professor gets . up, stifflike, and walks away. I sat a while tryin’ to figure out some way to save him for his Phoebe before it's too late. Next morning, it looked like I'd have to work fast. I was warmin’ up the station wagon to go to town when he trots over. “Will you mail this letter for me, Siim?” . I glanced at the address. It was to Phoebe. Like as not, he was breakin’ off his engagement on acccunt of Hallie. It sure looked dark for Phoebe. : ¢ Goin’ to town and back, I was plumb distracted worryin’ about Prof. I just had to figure out sume way of educatin’ him on the wiles of women, : Then Fate give me a break. : ” ” 8 HAT night it rained, and the dudes was millin’ all over the lodge, some playin’ cards and others just yarnin’. I trail around till I spot Hallie and the Wilson guy in the sunroom. There they was, usin’ just one chair and whisperin’ in the dark. I tiptoe away and locate the Prof. He was wanderin’ around like a locoed steer. He asks me if I've seen

Hallie and I says yes and led him!

toward the sunroom. When we get to the door, I suddenly switch on the light. I figure he'll get an eyeful. But Hallie's quicker'n a cat. flashes on, her and Mr. Wilson is on opposite sides of the room. “You gotta nerve!” she yells. “No harm intended,” I assure her. The Prof just stands there lookin’ mighty uncomfortable, "His eyes are glued on the table. I follow “his gaze. There, on the table, are Mr. Wilson's glasses. Prof walks over and picks them up, then lays them down again. - “I believe one does take them off,” he remarks, quiet like. Just then, I put my hand in my pocket and, acting surprised, I pull out his letter to Phoebe. “Oh, gosh, Prof!” I say. that letter you gave me. forgot to mail it.” I hand it to him. He looks at it a minute without saying a word. Then, slowly, he tears it in two. THE END

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