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BEGIN HERE TODAY

Investigating the murder of Bolithe |

Blane, British financier, ahoard Carlton Rocksavage’s vacht, Detective Officer Kettering runs into a maze of conflicting clues. As the investigation progresses he charts the possible motives for each of the ship's passengers: Mrs. Reginald Jocelyn, none, so far as known: Count Posodini. grudge motive against Blane; Rocksavage, strong motive of financial gain; Bishop of Bude. strong motive since Blane knew or his unsavory past.

Lady Welter, strong motive of financial gain; Inosuke Hayashi, strong mo- |

tive of financial gain; Reginald Jocelyn,

strong motive of financial gain: Miss |

Rocksavage, none, apparently. Only the ship's crew and Nicholas Stodart, Blane’s secretary, are ruled out conclusively. Then Rocksavage appears with his doctor and lounge steward, offering a sound alibi for his presence in his own cabin at the time of the crime. Next, Mrs. Jocelyn, under pressure, admits having been in Posodini’s cabin at the

time of the crime, explaining she de- |

licerately courted the Count te counteract her husband's affair with Ferri

Rocksavage. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Detective Officer Kettering’s fifth report, continued. HE Hon. Mrs. Jocelyn had just left when Lady Welter's maid, Mildred Short, appeared at the door of the writing room and asked if she might have a word with me. She was very nervous, but, after a little, I got her to tell me her trouble and, from a big work bag which

she was carrying, she produced a | pale blue knitted jumper. In the

middle of the back of the jumper there was a large burn where it had been singed with a hot iron

and, after some persuasion, Mildred |

Short made the following statement about it. Voluntary statement by Mildred | Short. 9-1-37. | As previously stated. when I went | to Lady Welter's cabin at about | 7:10, this jumper still lacked one sleeve. When 1 returned to her | ladyship’s cabin to tidy it at 8:30, | the jumper was lying on the ta- | ble finished, and I knew that her | ladyship had left it there for me | to take below and press. Later that evening I proceeded to do so, | but 1 was called away, and most unfortunately, deft the electric iron on it This resulted in a large burn in the middle of the back which I could not possibly disguise, and I became most desperately worried in consequence. Her ladyship 1s a good mistress, but hard. She has a terrible tongue when she’s angry and 1 was scared out of my wits as to what she would say to me about ruining her jumper, seeing that she had knitted it herself. » ” »

N my fright 1 decided to sav nothing and, if she asked about it later on, to pretend that it had got lost. With all the to do about the murder on the following day her ladyship never said anything about the jumper and I was beginning to hope that she had forgot- | ten all about it, until she sent for me and questioned me in the morning. At first 1 protested that the jumper had got lost somewhere, but when her ladyship impressed upon me how important it was that its whereabouts should be discovered 1 broke down and told her the truth. She said I must tell you exactly what had happened and that is the truth as God is my witness. Mildred Short. Witnessed: Keys Kettering, Detective Officer, Florida Police. 1256 Palm Ave. | n n n Detective Officer Neame's Shorthand Notes of Detective Officer Kettering’s Third Examination of Miss Ferri Rocksavage.

~—Sorry to bother you again, K Miss Rocksavage, Come and sit down, won't vou? F. R—Well? K.—Look here, help me out will you? F. R—1 always heip people out if IT can K.--That’s a good girl. You got a ‘sunny nature, haven't you? You're | always being nice to people, wheth- | er they deserve it or not. F. R—Oh, I don't know about | that, but it's a short life and it's naygcod being miserable. K.—You've said it, and that's | why I'm hoping youre not going to blow up on what I'm going to say. F. R—Why should I? K.—Well, I don't know, you're a young girl. Very well brought up and that sort of thing. Some girls like that might resents the sort of questions I'm going to ask, but you know 1 wouldn't do it if I didn’t have to in the course of my duty. Now, I'm going to treat | you just as though you weren't a young society girl at all. I'm going to talk to you as though vou were a woman of the world. F. R—1 suppose 1 am what vou call a woman of the world. Most girls are these days. K.—That's right. Now I'm sure you don’t want any sort of scandal attached to your name and believe me a scandal is the last thing that I want to involve vou in, hut there's one thing I've got to ask you. Who was the man who was in your cabin on the night that Blane met his death? F. R.—1 don’t understand

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7 —Oh, yes you do, and vou can teke it from me that I have actual proof that a man was there. You can take your choice: Come clean with me now or face it out against the evidence that I shail produce when youre in the witness box, with all the press photographers standing around to take shots of you at 40 different angles. Who was the man in your cabin the night that Blane met his death? F.R—Youre bluffing. You haven't got any evidence. K.—Yes I have. Take a look at this little bunch of hair. That came out of your comb. It was found in the wastepaper basket (he night after Blane was murdered. The fair hair’s yours but the short dark curly hairs are not. Somebody used this comb to tidy their hair after you had ruffled it, before leaving your cabin. Those strands of yours were probably already in it at the time. Anyhow, you'd have cleaned it he- | you used it to do your hai

| Forge that Gen. Washington had

K.—Reggie Jocelyn.

wasn't. What's more, he was F.R.—Very ingenious, Mr. Van |actually seen in the passage-way |

Dine, but we had a swim off the [still unchanged at 10 past 8.

vacht earlier in the afternoon. 1 lent mv comb to Mr. Jocelyn then, after I'd used it and, being a lazy person, I suppose 1 never thought

to clean it atterward. Doesn't .that rather upset your clever little story?

K.—Tt might, Miss Rocksavage, if it weren't for the fact that a man's

life hangs in the balance. F.R.—What d'yvou mean by that? ” ® n —Just this. Reggie Jocelyn had a very strong motive for wishing Bolitho Blane out of the way. He even brought Count Poso- | dini oi board, knowing the Caqunt to be a criminal with a gn dge against Blane. F. R.—What! Our handsome Courlt turns out to be a crook! K.—That's SO, and Jocelyn brought him on this trip in the hope that he'd do Blane in. He [didn't, though. Posodini’'s proved | an alibi and that makes the presumptive evidence even stronger

| Now. what was he doing between | 7:45 and 8:10? If he was with you

| 1 think you'd better say so, because, |

if he wasn't, it looks to me very | much as though Jocelyn is going to | stand his trial for murder.

| Reggie was with me, from the time

we came below, which was really | | about 7:15, until he left me at 8:10. |

| I'm afraid that would hurt Mrs. | Jocelyn a lot if she knew, and father wouldn't be too pleased, either. Will you try and keep that out of it if you can?

penalty of being over kind to a good-looking young rascal, but I'm prepared to take a little risk .on being kind to you. (To Be Continued)

Save this installment as evidence

to help vou solve the crime.

Daily Short Story

Washington's Sword—By Joseph Lewis Chadwick

George Washington had owned this sword!

YEORGE BANSEL stepped into the gloomy, musty antique shop. The tinkle of the bell over the door summoned the proprietor, a stooped little man with a gray beard. “May 1 be of assistance?” he asked. “Yes,” said George. “My wife, Mrs. Bansel, was looking at a

candelabrum the other day. I wish |

to buy it for her.” “Oh, ves. It was a Colonial piece.” said the old man. “I shall have to go to the basement—-" He moved off to disappear in the gloom. George restlessly wandered about the shop. eyeing the antique pieces, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He was worrving aoout a decision he had to make. un un n

AD investments had brought George's small business to the verge of bankruptcy. Until that night, he had been certain it was doomed. Then—Lanyon had made that offer. George held a minor public office, and he had discovered, quite accidentally, evidence of a great swindle, at the back of which were

Drew Lanyon and his political | henchmen, Lanyon, too, held pub- | lic office. If George exposed the |

swindle, the scandal would rock the State. Last night. however, Lanyon had approached him, had offered him $15,000 to Keep silent. Fifteen thousand dollars! Tt would mean salvation ‘or his business. He had not vet given Lanyon his | answer. He was to phone him at | 6 o'clock—in half an hour. George | frowned. Would he be able to look his wife in the eyes again if he accepted the great offer? n un n

" YE shrugged, and absently picked | up an old, sword. It was a) great, heavy weapon. George drew |

it from its scabbard and idly be- | gan examining it, speculating upon | the stories of battle it might tell. Suddenly, he looked at it more | sharply. Engraved on the guard | was a name—and what a name! “G. Washington.” { George could scarcely believe his eyes. He took the sword to the | light, the better to see the worn | engraving. No, there was no mis- | take — George Washington had | owned this sword! His hand had |

| gripped the hilt which his own |

hand now held! George was an imaginative man. | His mind now ran rampant. Had, Washington carried this sword | through the Revolution? Or had he used it during the Indian wars? | All that he had ever read about | Washington came flooding back. He remembered his history book's ac- | count of Washington accepting the

that musty little shop—forgot the candelabrum. He forgot everything except those two words—sacred trust. Hadn't he a sacred trust? If he sacrificed honesty for personal gain, he would be betraying the people who had voted him into office. A chill perspiration broke out on his forehead. . . . His thoughts were interrupted by the return of the shopman.

“That sword—" the old man be- | gan. “Have vou a telephone?” George interrupted.

He went to the instrument and got Drew Lanyon on the wire. His voice was hard. “You can take your offer and go to blazes, Lanyon! I'm exposing

vour crooked scheme. Yes, exposing you! ... No, I won't be sorry.”

And then he hung up. n n n

HE sword was placed over the mantelpiece in the modest apartment George and his wife leased after business reverses had | forced them to give up a more luxurious home. It hung there as a symbol of the integrity upon which George was to build his future career. One evening, the Bansels happened to have, as a dinner guest, a man who was an expert on historical relics. George took down the sword and proudly laid it in the hands of his guest. “Found it lying unrecognized in an antique shop. There, you can see the name upon the guard.” His guest examined the weapon | carefully. Finally, he chuckled. “I'm afraid,” he said, “you've been taken in. This sword is a replica of one owned by Washing- |

| ton. A man named Strudevant manufactured several dozen of

them, and sold them, at fabulous

| prices, in the early Seventies, until | his racket was exposed.”

George, after the first shock passed, merely smiled. He returned

{ the sword to its place above the

mantel. To him, it was genuine enough.

THE END

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Q—At the North and South Poles are all points of the compass indi- |

cated on the earth's surface except

surrender of Cornwallis at York- north and south?

town. .. . That had been victory. But what | of the great man's tribulations? George recalled his own pilgrimage years ago to Valley Forge, where the Father of his Country had encamped that wretched winter with his ragged army. It was at Valley

knelt, in the face of disaster, and | prayed for strength. { un n un

HEN there had been Washington’'s crossing of the Delaware that cold winter night to engage the enemy. . . . George paused in his thoughts, Washington, too, had been a public servant. He had never betraved his sacred trust. He had heen as true as the steel of this sword. . Something like a physical blow

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