The Syracuse Journal, Volume 29, Number 11, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 16 July 1936 — Page 5

THURSDAY, JULY 16, 1936.

’ THE CHEERFUL CHERUB] I picked a lot of Flower bods. How soon they met their doom! It must be Fierce to be e bud And never set /“"S to bloom. Z IUTC*~! > X WNU Service . .- . WORLD’S OLYMPICS CHAMPIONSHIP IS AN IMPOSSIBILITY No matter how successfully America's 400 muscled athletes compete in the 19 events against 50 nations at the Olympic games to be held in Berlin this summer, they cannot possibly hope to bring back the world’s championship to this country. If this sounds like the gloomy forecast of some modern Schopenhauer of sport, just bear in mind one fact: there is no such thing as an official Olympic games team championship. The first six winners in each event receive medals and diplomas. Their names are inscribed on the Roll of Honor. But, according to strict Olympic rules, “there is no classification accord- . ing to points." In short, no nation has ever won the Olympic Games. True, there is a scoring system, invented years ago by the press for the benefit of reporters and sports fans who like their championships nicely defined. Under the system, ten points are awarded for first place, five for second, four for third, three for fourth, two for fifth, and one for sixth. On that basis, the United States is defending champion, having won the 1932 Olympiad by a handsome majority. And Norway leads the 1936 parade by reason of its victory in the winter games at GarmischPartenkirchen in the Bavarian Alps. J Both titles are mythical.-Lit-erary Digest.

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CHAPTER XI —lB - "Who murdered Mike Kelly? ... Pat —darling—was It you?" The Globe had answered the Question, but. In Southampton, Barry Gilbert held this giri-of-all-girls in his arms, and asked it again. For a moment, she stared at him. dazed and inert, and then she pushed him away. “Let me sit down, please,” she said, coldly. • She remained standing, however, when Barry released her, though she still clung to the chair at which she had stopped when she came Into the room. "Do you really think I could kill anyone?” she asked, with just a trace of amusement tempering the wonder and resentment In her to&e. “But. of course. I know why you think it My father said he couldn't tell the truth because of a woman. The woman was my dead mother.” “I'm sorry—" Barry began. “It doesn’t matter," the girl Interrupted. “Nothing much matters now. Peter says this evening’s Globe completely clears young Ridder, and that they’ll probably release him tomorrow. That’s 1 all you want, isn't It And, if you don’t mind. I’ll go upstairs to my father. He's really ill." She had '■dosed the door to the hall after her and Barty opened It “(’an 1 do anything?" he asked lamely. “No. I don't think anybody can,” Pat ■ answered. “Nothing father or I could i say now would help Morano, or anybody. Is Evans outside?” “Yes." “Then, of course, you’ll see Peggy. Her worries are over. Please tell her how glad 1 am, and that I’il phone later about Jacky." They were In the hall by this time and the butler appeared on the landing. “Will yon com • to your father. Miss?" he said, quietly. “I'm coming," Pat replied, just as quietly and, without looking at Barry again, turned and ran up the stairs. Well, that was over —along with everything else. “I made a clean sweep while 1 was at It," Barry told himself, ruefully, on his way to the hospital. "What did 1 have to shoot off my mouth for. just at the last minute? 'My dead mother.’ Three words, and my whole train of suspicion went off the rails." It had taken Harwood 'barely more than 24 hours to get his man. "He certainly worked fast," • Barry- paid mental tribute; “once he'd Identified that voice on the phone.” Some time before the evening papers would reach Southampton. What was the difference? “Nothing much matters now,” Pat had said, and it didn’t. They'd probably release young Ridder tomorrow, and, two days later, old Rldder'd be In New York. "I’ve got plenty to do," Barry said to himself, and to Evans. “I’ve had a cable from Mr. Ridder. He’s on the Brenjen. arriving Saturday. You’d better get your wife back to town." They were at the hospital now, and Evans made no reply. Peggy came into the reception room. "1 can’t stay," she’began. “Jacky’s in a good deal of pain. The doctor's up there. He says everything's all right, but, somehow. I’m worried." “Can you stand a bit of good news?" Barry asked. “I don’t know. I haven’t had any in so long—" “It’s about Jack." He wanted to “break It gently," but Peg couldn’t wait j. **He’a— What Is it? Just another clue? Or— Go on. please!" "They’ve arrested Morano. Peter phoned “Judge Hambidge. He says Jack’ll be out tomorrow." Peg didn’t move. At least her body didn’t but she ran her tongue over her lipa, and her hands opened and closed siutsmodicaljy. After a moment: “No foolin’F she said. it was an absurd thing to say. but. In a long experience with suffering. Burry bad learned that Just such things are said under stress, “No foolin’." Tears came Into the girl’s eyes, and flowed down her cheeks. “It’s In tonight’s Globe," Barry told her. "The papers aren’t here yet, but I’ll ask Evans to bring you one. There * doesn't sewn to be any possibility of ; mistake. I’ll go In to town by the first train in the morning. 11l take care of I everything, and keep in cluse touch I with you." “Thanks." Peggy said. One syllable, but Barry thought be i had never heard so much praise and gratitude before. His own eyes were threatened with moisture, so be declared, “You'd better get back to the boy. Pat’s going to phone - later, and I’U ring up tonight. That’s all now." And he left the room as abruptly as Pat had left him, a few minutes ago. "Home?" Evans asked. Barry nodded. That word was the last straw. "Anything else, sir?" Evans Inquired, In front of the Ridder bouse. "Yes, please. The instant the evening papers get to Southampton, will -you bring me a copy of the Globe, and take one to Mrs. Rogers?" He gave the chauffeur a quarter. “Kelly’s murderer's under arrest.” be continued, “and we're through ’sleuthing.’ You’ll find It all in the Globe." •Yes, sir." Evans was thinking of something else. “You understand —about Mr*. Evans F Barry asked. “Yes. sir." A pause. "You ain’t staying here yourself, I take IL* •I’m leaving tomorrow." "3 was wondering," Evans said, “would you like us to come with you?” “Very much," Barry answered, “but it can’t be done." “You ain’t always going to live In

a hotel —begging your pardon, sir. Mrs. ’Evans is a mighty good cook." “Thanks." Barry returned, “but my cooking's going to be provided by tb" state of New York. You may as w» I know the truth. Evans. I’m not M Ridder. Never was. I jimmied my way Into this bouse for a night’s shelter. and then you and Willetts came, and thought I was Ridder, and I let you go on thinking so. The game’s up now. The boss gets back Saturday, and what happens then is anyone's guess." Evans said, “Yes. sir." “That’s all. except Pd be glad If you’d tell Willetts, and the rest. It’ll save me Introducing the subject" “Yes, sir." “And better stand by tonight I may have to drive back to the hospital.” "Yes, sir ... 1 was wondering—" Barry grinned. “You do a good deal of that, don’t you?" I was wondering how you'd like to go to my sister's. You know —where I live In town. You could lay low there a while, and then slip away somewhere." “That’s swell of you.” Barry responded. “Much obliged. But I think I've done all the slipping that's good for a man. Tell Willetts, when you get a chance, and remember to bring me the Globe." * It was close on to five o'clock then, and “plenty to do" before dinner. Willetts wasn't about—luckily. Barry let himself in with his key, and ran up to his room. Should he pack first, or get the rest of it out of the way? He decided to begin with “the rest of IL" From a long envelope. In his Inside he took all his vouchers. Then, on a sheet of note paper, he wrote, “Received . . . Cash $*200.” Beneath that, be listed the check from Mrs. Ridder, and “board, lodging, etc.” UnHMM ; W r W bw “That Leaves My Account Straight," Barry Thought. der “Disbursed." he credited himself with the same check, which had been banked for Peggy, and with whatever sums he had given her, and a few minor expenditures. “That leaves my account straight." Barry thought. “Except for unlawful entry, tampering with the malls, and pretending to be somebody I wasn't." It left bls bank account far from straight When he'd subtracted “Disbursed" from "Received." and made out bls check for the balance, the result was a rather startling overdraft. “All right," Barry sell out my wardrobe. Studs, atuj cuff-links, and things. 1 guess 1 won't need ’em any more.” He wanted —terribly—to write a letter to Mrs. Ridder. It would have begun. “Dear Mother: (Not mine, of course.)" That was too maudlin. “Me: I'm just a s<>b-slster." Barry berated himself, tucking his accounts, accompanied only hy his check, Into an envelope. and Inscribing It. “Mrs. John Clarke Rid<ler, Addressed " He propped the envelope against a calendar, and. for a moment, sat looking at IL "I wish I could find my mother." he had thought, his first morning at Southampton. He wished It even more fervently now. after ail these weeks of “make believe." “I’ve got to write Pat.” be decided, at last. “I certainly owe her au apology, and a •good-by.’ ” This letter certainly mustn’t be “maudlin." “Dear Bat,” be started. “Dear Pat: (I suppose 1 should write ’Miss Hambidge* now, but 1 can’t) You wouldn’t let me say 1 was sorry for what happened today, but 1 am. I won't try to excuse myself. You'll forget It. I hope, as quickly as you’ll forget everything else Io this grotesque association. 1 won’t forget You’re the neatest lady I ever knew. So this Is thanks and good-by to you and your father, and—most sincerely trusting that your worries, like Peg’s, are over—l remain always respectfully, Barry Gilbert." Packing proved complicated. Moat of his clothing—paid for tong ago—was out here, and had to be taken in. But there was no suit-case. NeaL to the end, Barry folded his belongings into two tailor’s boxes. He hadn’t quite finished folding when Willett* knocked. “Evening paper, str." •Thank you." •And your key, Mr. Ton left It la the front door." “You’d better keep It And there’s a letter for Mrs. Ridder on the desk there. I’d like her to get it when she arrives." "Very good. sir. Dinner at seven F “If you please." That was all. No reference to Barry’s packing, or the confession that —Barry felt sure —had been relayed by Evans half aa hour ago. “I’m taking

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the 7:21 back to town tomorrow morning." Barry said, as Willetts was closing the door, but Willetts only answered, “Yes, sir,” and went on closing it Morano hadn’t been arrested. So much was clear from the screaming , headlines Barry scanned. However, “that ends It" Barry felt sure. “Harwood did a swell job Why didn’t I follow up the number of that cab? It didn’t seem of the least Importance ' whet) the taxi-driving medico gave It to me. I might have known It was, though, when Ernie wrote It down in his notebook." Dinner was uneventful—with Willetts remembering his “position.” and behaving as any well-trained butler might have been expected to behave. Afterward, Barry phoned Peg. She had seen the Globe, hut was still dubious. “Do you really think they’ll let Jack ont now?" “Certainly. They’re not going to get that sheet started again on Tammany Hail." “And It’ll be tomorrow, you thlnkF “Probably. I'll keep In tonch with you." Barry promised, and finished his t packing. Then he re-read the Globe i story, and marked parts of it—to ponder In town. Throughout breakfast next morning, j Barry wondered whether this remark- > able butler could know he was “going for good." “I’ve left a few parting gifts I on my desk.” he ventured, nt last. “For cook, and everybody. Will you take care nf ’em?” "Yes. sir." “I. shan't he back. I suppose Evans told yon.” “Yes. sir." That was too much. Barry said. “Well, what do yon think about it?" “That’s not for me to say. sir. My place Is to obey orders. I’ve tried to do that. sir. If I’ve made a mistake. It hasn’t been for want of trying.” "Your mistake was unite natural.” Barry reassured him. “You’d been told you’d find yonng Mr. Ridder here, and you found me. I said I was young Mr Ridder. That seems to let you out” “Yes. sir." Willetts hesitated. “Anyway, that wakn’t the mistake I had In mind sir. That was a natural mistake. I thought you were a gentleman. I still think so. It’s five after seven, sir.” Barry just made the train. At Speonk. he bought a morning paper, and read of Morano’s death. Even the conservative Times regarded that as the end of the case against Rogers. “Night Club Owner. Accused of Kelly Murder, Killed Resisting Arrest." its headlines began, and ended with. “Move to Free I Rogers Expected Today." Barry pored over both stories —that In the Times and that In last night’s Globe—all the way to New York. “Well.” he reflected, “one of my suspects was guilty, anyway. Peter Winslow can’t laugh that off.” And. suddenly, he let the newspaper | fall, and leaned forward, with his wrists on his knees. “It's queer though." he said, almost ; aloud, to the click of the wheels. “Very I queer. Very damned queer.” At the station, he stopped for a timetable. “Is there one." he asked, “that gives all the trains out of here?" The man grinned nt him, thrusting forward three thick folders. Ten o’clock found him at Winslow’s office. “Mr. Winslow won’t be tn today." ! Peter’s secretary announced. “Mrs. ' Winslow had a bad heart attack last night So bad that Mr. Winslow telephoned to the Hambldges. They’re with Mrs. Winslow now.” “Was that your last news?" "No Mr. Winslow called up half an hour ago to say that Mrs- Winslow’s a little better." “Hnd he seen thisF Barry indicated t|ie headline in the Times. “Yes. He talked to Mr. Colton about It Mr. Colton’s one of the young men tn the office, you know. He’s gone to the district attorney to ask for Roger’s release. Mr. Winslow said, if you called I was to tell you that would be only a matter of hours. Should you like us to phone you when there's anything certain?” “Please, I suppose there’s no use of I my going to the Tombs nowF “Not much. Mr. Colton’s going there from the district attorney’s. We’ll phone you.” Barry phoned Peggy, and then strolled across Forty-second street It j was a delightful morning, and his rath- , er comic bundles had been dispatched to his hotel from the station. “No sense In my following ’em yet” | Barry told himself. “I don’t want to i sit around that cursed room all day.* I (TO BE CONTINUED) Hie Clepsydra Aeneaa Tacticus wrote, about 350 ; B. C, describing an ingenious signaling device called the clepsydra. Two cylindrical vessels, of the same size and shape, were provided with taps from which water would run at exactly the same rate. Into each vessel there was loosely fitted a float to which was attached an upright rod marked off Into equal sections. On the corresponding section# of each rod. Identical messages were written. When a message was to be sent the attendant at the sending station displayed a torch. This signal was acknowledged by displaying a torch at the receiving station, whereupon the attendants at both stations started the water running from their clepsydras. When the rod at the sending station had sunk so that the .desired message was level with the rim of the vessel, the attendant there again signaled with his torch. The rod at the receiving station had, of course, sunk to the corresponding message, which was then read by the attendant there.

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