Evening Star Newspaper, January 25, 1942, Page 93

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NOTE HOW LISTERINE GARGLE REDUCED GERMS sEroRE AFTER The two drawings illustrale height of range in germ reductions on mouth and throat surfaces in lest cases before and after gargling Listerine Antiseptic. Filteen minutes after gargling, germ reductions up to 96.7%; were noted; and even one hour alter, germs were still reduced as much as 8077, Ing few is Fontly Tracorn removeq D€ easily ® Yes—while you walk in comfort —Blue-Jay Corn Plasters work as shown in the diagrams. Blue-Jay costs very little—only a few cents to treat each corn—at all drug and toilet goods counters. BLUE-JAY __BAUSES BLACK CORN PLASTERS OR just a moment, when he real- F ized that he had committed mur- der, Gilbert Logan was panic- stricken. His knees went weak, and tears of self-pity burned in his eyes. Then, suddenly, his mind was clear and cool and as precise in its w0 as the ticking of a watch. Why, he was clever, civilized, in- telligent; he was Gil Legan, and he knew the answers. What had he to fear from a backwoods law officer like old Clare Beldon? There wasn't a particle of evidence to connect him with —with this. At least, there wouldn't be when he left. Nobody up here knew about Elsie. Mark Talbott had simply given out the information that his wife had de- cided not to come north with him this year. So far as the natives knew, Gil Logan and Mark Talbott were still friends. This part of the north woods was still fairly wild; why, only a year be- fore, a gangster had denned up just a few miles away and it had taken the law a month and more to smoke him out. There were plenty of people who could have killed Mark Talbott. He always carnied several hundred dollars on his person, and to some people that was a lot of money. There was Ben Grear, for example, Ben was the son of the Mrs. Grear who came in to take care of Mark's camp. Ben was a sullen fellow with a reform-school record, and was around the place a lot, paddling Mark up and down the river and doing cdd jobs. Swiftly, his teeth clenched, Logan went through the dead man’s pockets, leaving a litter of small possessions on the rug. The hillfcld was in Mark's hip pocket. Logan shucked it cf a thick wad of bills, carefully wiped the shiny leather with his handkerchief, and threw it aside. Then he wiped the poker which he had crashed against Mark’s head. That was the one thing he must watch: fingerpnnts. Even a hick ncrth-woods shenff like Clare Beldon might look for fingerprints. With painstaking thoroughness, he relived the entire scene, from the moment he had entered the room until the present moment, making sure he had touched nothing else which night take a damning fingerprint. His visit had been as unpremedi- tated as it was unwise. He had been driving in the ccol evening air when he had suddenly decided to find out just how much Mark knew; to have it out with him, cnce and for all. From what Elsie had said, Mark hadn’t been sure of anything — just suspicious. Perhaps, Gil had thougbt, it might be possible to gless the whole thing over, sell Mark on the idea that he was barking up the wrong tree com- pletely, and thus extnicate himself from an awkward situation. But Mark had shown no signs of friendliness. He had stocd there in the doorway, with the lights blazing be- hind him, and said, crisply and curtly, “Well?” FNTTY "I WANT to talk to you, Mark,” Gil had said earnestly. ‘“You’re all wrong about a lot of things, fellow !’ “S0?"" Mark had hesitated for a moment, and then he had opened the door wider, and permitted Gil to enter the huge living room of the lodge; a rcom which ran frem the front to back of the entire building, with windows looking out across and up the river, and a balcony along one side, serving the second story bedrooms. But the situation had been impos- sible from the start, and it had gone from bad to worse. In a blind rage, Gil had ended it by snatching up the poker and bringing it down on Mark’s head. Mark had just grunted, and Page Twenty Logan had killed his friend — but no one would find him out. He was too clever to leave clues behind... by Sewell Peaslee Wright Illustrated by Karl Godwin fallen where he stood, on the big bear- skin rug before the fireplace. There would be no fingerprints. The motive would look like robbery. That would leave him, Gil Logan, who had more money than he could use, com- pletely out of the picture. But that wasn't enough. Not only must the finger of suspicion not point at him — it must point directly away from him. Gil strode up and down the room, thinking. The phone on a stand in the corner gave him the idea perhaps because a modern dial phone seemed so out of place in this barnlke, or- nately rustic rocm. He glanced in the directory, and swiftly dialed a number. After an in- terval, Shenff Clare Beldon's voice came over !ht‘ wire: “‘Beldon speakin’.” “Shenff, this is Gil Logan.”” Gil made his voice urgent, shaky. *‘I'm afraid something has happened to Mark Talbott. We were talking a few minutes ago, when all of a sudden he cried out something. I couldn’t catch the words - - and then there was a crash and some confused sounds, and then the instrument apparently was replaced, for the dial tone came on again. I rang him and rang him, but there was no answer." From a distance came the famihar heoting of the streamliner, and auto- matically Gil glanced at his wrist watch. It was exactly quarter after ten. He held his breath, waiting for the shenff's reply. “Sounds bad,”” Beldon said. “*Nark always was a one to pack a wad of bills on him. I'll go nght away."’ “I'm starting too, Shenff. You'll beat me there. of course, but I can make it in a quarter ¢f an hour, maybe less."” “I'11 be seein’ you, then,” said the sheriff, and hung up. Gil looked around the room once more, while the train rumbled across the bridge and on into the night, to make sure there was no vestige of evi- dence to betray him, and then hur- ried outside to his car, parked in the gravelled driveway. Swiftly he drove south along the private road that followed the river, and then turned west on the concrete. Less than half a mile away was the intersection which led to town, four or five miles away — the road by which the sheriff would arnve. Gil sped on for a couple of miles, then he turned off onto a crossroad, switched off his lights and parked, out of sight of the highway. Fifteen minutes, he had told the sheriff, and it would have taken mighty fast driving to do it in that length of time, for there was no direct highway between his place and Mark's. As the crow flies, as the railroad ran through the bush, it was only three or four miles, but by road it was at least fifteen. From Gil's place the dirt road ran south and west until it inter- sected with the main highway; then 1t was a straight run almost due east to just this side of the river upon which Mark's camp was located. The two rcads and the railroad made a triangle, the railroad being by far the shortest leg. It scemed like hours before it was time to start back, but Gil forced him- self to wait. At last he drove slowly to the highway, waited until there were no headlights in sight, and then swung on to the concrete and put the accelerator all the way down. The sheniff met him at the door. “You were right, Mr. Logan,”’ he said grimly. “Somethin’ did happen. He's dead.” “Dead?"’ “Yes. Head bashed in with the poker." Gll, stared around the rocm. There was a big divan in front of the fire- place; the body wasn't visible from where he stood. “*Where?'" he asked shakily. **Where 15 he, Shenff?"’ 3 “Over there. place."” Slowly Gil crossed the room. He saw Talbott’s body, and looked away. “That's — awful,” he said, *‘Poor Mark!” *‘He was robbed,”" said the sheriff. “Pockets turned inside out, and his wallet stripped clean.” Gil dropped into a chair, one fac- ing away from the fireplace. “Imagine killing a man for a hundred dollars or so! Who do you think it was? That jailbird Grear boy?"’ “There’s some pretty low charac- ters in this world,"” Beldon said. He kept on walking around the room aimlessly — trying to act like a real detective in search of clues, Gil thought disdainfully. The old boy would do his best, of ccurse. He had liked Mark. Mark had loved to hear the shenff tell his yarns about the old days, when this country was really wild; about his days in the logging camps, and on the railroad, and the time he went to California to visit his sister, and had a chance to buy for a couple of hundred dollars a piece of land that sold for “nigh onto a quarter-million'” a few years later. Mark and Gil and the sheriff had sat for hours in this very room while Mark led the old man on and on with his wild tales. “Funny,” commented the old man, “‘that Mrs. Talbott's picture ain’t on the mantel. Remember that big photo he always kept there? And it ain't anywhere else in the room."” “That’s right; I hadn’t noticed. Maybe he broke it." “Maybe. He could 'a had it fixed, though; there’s a store in town that does framing. He seemed to think a In front of the fire- TW-—1-15-42 ] Signal v