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CAST OF CHARACTERS PRISCILLA PIERCE—heroine, young | woman attorney. | AMY KERR—Cilly’s roommate and | murderer’s victim. JIM KERRIGAN—Cilly’s fiance. HARRY HUTCHINS—Amy’s visitor. SERGT. DOLAN—officer assigned to solve the murder of Amy Kerr.

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Yesterday: Jim calls Cilly while Dolan is in her apartment. When Cilly refuses to divulge who called, Dolan orders her | off to headquarters with him while he places police in her rooms to take fur- |

ther messages.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX | ILLY leaned helplessly against | the wail while Dolan proceed- | ed to give orders over the telephone to trace Jim's call. Jim had phoned from the Penn- | sylvania Hotel. The operator verified that. He could get out and disappear into the subway in 30 seconds. She felt a subtle pleasure at having outwitted Dolan. He was SO |

sure of himself, so positive in his | theory. What did it matter to him | that he was railroading an innocent | man to jail; to the . .. to the elec- | tric chair! For the first time, Cilly | caught the full significance of what Jim was facing. She held her breath as a new terror seized her. Dolan was arresting her. There | would be nobody to carry on for Jim . . . nobody to watch the Hun- | ter man, or Harvey Ames . . . NObody to check on Carruthers who | also came from Utah. Dolan would | forget all that. Suddenly she faced Dolan, her | eyes burning with indignation and | terror and despair.

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HY are you so determined to accuse Jim? What about Harvey Ames? He had every opportunity and just as good a motive. What about Hunter? There are a dozen angles that you refuse to consider. What about Carruthers upstairs? We have proof that he came from Utah recently. . . . His trip to Bermuda might easily have] been a blind, or he might have gone | away to let someone else use his apartment. . . . What about the Elliot woman upstairs? Surely she’s read about the case in the newspapers. Why don’t you check ‘on her?”

Dolan annoyance. |

frowned in “See here, Miss Pierce,” he said irritably, “vou may be a smart lawyer and all that, but I don’t need vou to tell me how to do my own work. We've checked every situation thoroughly. We've got the word of a dozen people who saw Carruthers off on the Monarch of Bermuda. I don’t go ransacking people's houses unless I've got | something on them. Come now, get | a hat and coat on; you're going with | me.” *® ® HERE were voices in the outer hallway. Cilly recognized them. A second later, her bell rang. “0. K. Answer it,” Dolan ordered. Cilly opened the door to admit Mr. and Mrs. Perry, who lived next door in Apartment 1-B. Mrs. Perry, a plump, neighborly little woman, held both hands out to Cilly in a motherly gesture. “You poor dear!” she murmured. “We only heard about it today. I'm so terribly, terribly sorry.” Dolan stood in the living room, taking in the situation. “Come in, Mrs. Perry,” Cilly urged. “Hello, Mr. Perry. This is Sergt. Dolan, from police headquarters. Mr. and Mrs. Perry are my next-door neighbors, Sergeant.” Dolan acknowledged the introduction with a brief nod. “Oh, this is just too terrible for you, my dear,” Mrs. Perry went on. “And to have it happen the minute your young man Was called away.... Cilly’s eyes widened. Dolan turned his shrewd glance on Mrs. Perry instantly. “How did you know Jim was going away?” Cilly asked her. “Oh, we met him that evening. Didn't we, John?” “When was this?” Dolan asked | abruptly. «Just about midnight,” Mr. Perry stated mildly. “Yes, it was exactly midnight.”

" 2 ILLY'S heart bounded as a new hope dawned. “Just how and where did you meet the young man?” Dolan asked quickly. Mr. Perry seemed a little surprised at the sudden questioning. “We met him two blocks further down, on St. Ann's Ave.” he related simply. “You see, we'd stopped in here a little after 11, wasn't it, dear? Miss Pierce had offered to look after our fish while we were away. Mr. Kerrigan and another gentleman were here. . . .” “How did you know which was | Kerrigan?” Dolan interrupted. “Why, we had met him before. One Sunday afternoon, we met him with Miss Pierce down at Jones Beach. We all came home together. So, of course, when I saw him in such a hurry Sunday night I was glad to offer him a lift, We'd gotten the car, and had a little bite down in the tavern, and then just as we started off we saw Mr, Kerrigan, running toward the subway. He seemed in such a hurry. . i “What time was this?” “Exactly midnight. Remember, Mary, you remarked on it?” ” n " “x 7ES,” Mrs. Perry affirmed, “The | steeple clock was just striking midnight. I teased Mr. Kerrigan about being in such a hurry to leave Priscilla, and he explained that he had to make a hurried trip out West. He didn’t want to wait for trains,

and there was a friend.of his—a private pilot—who was leaving Floyd Bennett Field at 12:30 for Chicago. Mr, Kerrigan wanted to catch him, but of course because he was in such a hurry he couldn’t get a taxi. So we drove him down to the flying field.” “You . drove him to Floyd Bennett Field Sunday hight?” Dolan repeated incredulously. He saw his carefully prepared case crumbling before him, Mr. and Mrs. Perry nodded simultaheously. “And we got him there in 15 minutes,” Mr. Perry said with pride. “Kerrigan's friend had just arrived himself. It was exactly quarter past 12, We waited around until

they took off, and then we started

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ILLY could have wept for joy.

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Bennett Field at quarter past 12. Amy was Killed at 12:20. There was a lump in her throat as she grabbed Mrs. Perry’s hands

in both of hers. “Thank you so | much for telling us that,” she ex- |

claimed. Then, trying to be casual in her explanation, she added: | “You know, everybody is under sus- | picion in a case like this until an | alibi is established.” n Mrs. Peryy nodded smilingly. She did not understand why Mr. Kerrigan, Priscilla’s special young man, needed an alibi. But she did not say so. “Well, we'd better take the goldfish and run along, Mr. Perry suggested. “If there's any way we can help, Sergeant, we'll be right next ‘door. .. .” As the door closed behind the Perrys, Cilly turned to Sergt. Dolan. “Well, Sergeant, do you still want to hold me as an accessory?” Dolan slumped into a wearily, “I guess not.

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Their story rang true enough . . . and we can always check on it.” He looked up| at Cilly, smiled a little crooked!ly. | “Well, it begins to look as if there | might be some grounds for this faith of yours in the young man.

. Say, tell me the truth now, will you?” ” n on 1 F course. I haven't lied to you yet, but you won't believe “Was tonight the first time you'd heard from Kerr—or Kerrigan— since Sunday?” Cilly hesitated. Should she tell him about the postcard? It didn’t matter now, since Jim was cleared. No. I received a postcard from him on Monday, saying merely that he'd been called suddenly to Utah. 1 didn't hear another word from him until he called just now.” “What did he say?” Cilly smiled. “If you remember, I didn’t give him an opportunity to say very much. Only that he'd just got in from Newark Airport and was on his way here.” Dolan looked at his watch. “Well, I've got to hustle and check on some of these other angles you've been harping on. If he gets in touch with you again, will you ask him to see me immediately at headquarters? His testimony is still mighty important.” “I'll do that, Sergeant.” “Thanks. I hope we’ll be working together from now on, Miss Pierce. Sorry about everything Hd After Dolan left, Cilly made up her mind as to what she was going to do. There had been altogether too many stones left unturned in this house since Sunday night.

(To Be Continved.)

Daily Short Story

BLACK RECORD—By Ahlene Fitch

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“You'd Better Pay Up’'”

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said Jack. “Then maybe I can get on the radio as a big rust and entertainer. They'd make records of me. What is $50 compared to maybe $100 a week?” “It's too much to pay any school | for a course on how to make your |

voice do a cat-and-dog act. You are | a sox salesman—and a poor one at | that.” | “If you would just call it an ad-| vancement on my salary as a salesman—--" “Jack!” Mr. Milton rose suddenly and walked over to his son. “I've had enough troubles already to kill | me. If I must go on six more months | paying protection to that bunch of chiselers who come here nobody wiil | get their salaries, We'll all go broke.” “By chiselers you mean the men from the protective association?” “Of course, that's who I mean. They're bleeding me to death. Today they'll call again. And I must go with them to their meeting.” “I'm going with you,” said Jack. “Nothing doing,” said Mr. Milton. “Get back to the sox counter!”

2 2 2 R. MILTON'S feet felt out the steps carefully. In the darkness he took a firmer grip on the arm of his son, who had finally | won out on the question of accom- | panying him. “This is madness for you to come,” said Mr. Milton. “It’s more fun than tending sox,” said Jack. In the bare room the face of the leader bent closer to Mr. Milton's. “So you see, you'd better pay up,” the low guttural voice ‘was saying. “Because only dead men get out of

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Is it good bridge to call your partner’s attention to the score reminding him of wvulnerability or a part game? 2. If you are better at play than your partner should you try to swing the bidding around so you are the declarer, 3. If you have made a bad play, is it all right to say, “I'm sorry, partner”? 4. Is it a thoughtful hostess who turns on the radio while bridge is being played? 5. Is it considered good form for a dummy to leave his seat to watch his partner play?

What would you do if— You are the honored guest at a bridge party where you receive both the guest prize and high-score prize— (A) Accept them both? (B) Insist that first prize be given to the person whose score is second high? (C) Keep whichever prize you like best?

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1. No; it is up to the scorekeeper to announce the state of the rubber after each hand. 2. No. 3. Yes. 4. No. 5. No.

Best “What Would You Do” solution—(B), although it is your privilege to follow (A).

| paying Kid Baron for protection.”

“Some day, Baron,” said Milton, “the cops will get the goods on you fellows.” “Don’t make me laugh.” the high nasal voice of Walker. “We don't leave tracks.”

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“¥UTTON up, Ratty.” It was Slugger Billings. “We've got a few more suckers to interview. Don’t waste words. Shoot these two mugs on out. We'll be in tomorrow afternoon for our dough. And if you like breathin’ you'd better be ready to shell.”

el Next day Mr. Milton was asking for his son behind the hosiery counter, “Sorry, Mr. Milton. He asked me to clerk for him a couple of hours. Said he was getting one free lesson down at some voice school and couldn't miss it.” There was a tap on Mr. Milton's shoulder. “Two men in your office to see you,” his stenographer told him. “A Mr. Baron and a Mr. Walker.” At his office door he almost collided with Jack. Under the latter’s

arm was a small dictaphone.

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“T'S the vroof,” cried Jack. “The record is in my pocket. Down at the place there are two more just like it. Yousmust hear it!” Then he caught sight of the two visitors. He almost dropped the machine. “Later, dad,” he whispered. “I better go now.” “No you don't.” The vice-like fingers of Ratty Walker closed around his wrist. “You have proof of what?” Fishing down into the boy’s pocket he extracted a small black cylinder. For a moment he eyed it. “Probably some crazy swing tune, but we'd better hear it.” The men took the dictaphone from Jack, fixed the cylinder in place. From the record a man started talking. The identical conversation that had taken place in the bare room! The voices of Baron and Walker.

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ATTY WALKER grabbed the record and shatted it with one blow. Jack smiled faintly. “You can't break the other two,” he said. “They're put away where they're safe.” The man’s hand trembled slightly. “You two stay in this office for an hour,” he croaked, “or I'll come back to town some day and blow your brains out.” “My boy! My boy!” The moment the door had closed behind the two visitors Mr. Milton had Jack by the arm. “The brains of you! Imagine planting a dictaphone on them.” “Not a dictaphone, dad,” laughed Jack. “You know I haven't got a dictaphone of my own. It's the free lesson. We had to make a record imitating something. I've got a good memory.” “Good memory?” “Sure, Last night was very interesting. So I did their voices today for the free lesson. All those guys on the record are just me!”

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A—Tt is a bald eagle suspended by a dark blue ribbon with white borders, symbolizing the union of France and America. On the eagle's breast is Cincinnatus receiving a sword and other military insignia from the Senate; in the background his wife stands at the door of their cottage, with the plow and other agricultural implements near; round the whole are the words, “Omnia reliquit servare rem publicam.” (“He left all to serve the commonwealth”). On the reverse, Fame is crowning Cincinnatus with a wreath, inscribed “Virtutts Praemium”; in the background is a seaport city with gates opened and vessels entering; below are joined hands supporting a heart inscribed “Esto Perpetua” (“Be thou perpetual”).

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THURSDAY, OCT. 14, 1937 FLAPPER FANNY

‘By Sylvia

“Hmm! Wash day certainly gives them away.”

“Yeah, you can learn almost as much about a family from a clothes-line as from a party-line.”

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HEALTH

By Dr. Morris Fishbein, American Medical Journal Editor

F anyone, either doctor or layman, tells you he can cure cancer every time, he is a charlatan and a swindler. . Hardly a month goes by without the announcement that someone has

made a significant advance against cancer,

As the years pass, however,

these cures are never heard of again,

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Q—What is the minimum annual income necessary to support a family in the United States?

A—A recent study by the Works Progress Administration showed that at March, 1935, prices, the maintenance level of living for a four-per-son manual worker's family ranged from a high of $1415 in Washington, D. C, to a low of $1130 in Mobile, Ala. At the emergency level, the cost ranged from $1014 in Washington, D. C., to $810 in Wichita, Kas. At 1937 prices, these figures would be slightly higher.

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Q—What is a maverick? A—An unbranded calf, usually claimed by the one who first brands it.

Q—What is the British airmail letter rate

A—One and one-half pence, Q—Who was Governor of New York in 1800? A—John Jay.

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“Just drain the ice box.”

So They Say

I am glad to have contributed t6 this victory, which undoubtedly will facilitate final and complete triumph and the liberation of the Mediterranean from Bolshevik infiltration. —Premier Mussolini, after the fall of Bantander, Spain.

They're too frivolous. My man must have some common sense like my dad —June Travis, film actress, commenting on Hollywood men.