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3 T —— p— Madge is Troubled by Veritzen's Courtestes. Katherine's Jaugh rang out at Lilllan’s sally, and I turned upon my tormentors in burlesqued anger which held more than a touch of reality. “Enough is sufficlent and then some!” 1 declaimed melodramatic- ally, “I'm getting very weary of al- leged humor which is floating around here. Let now that Mr. Veritzen 1is not go- ing ‘to station with us, and that if another word is spoken concerning him fort he next week I certainly shall be electrocuted for the mur- der of one or both of you.” “‘Shoot, it you must, this gray head,’” Lilllan declaimed, there is something I must s; first, while we're on the Then I'll let you off till the time old Phil races the moto: 1 shot a quick glance at her, for there was something in her voice which told me she was not jesting any longer. Katherine rose and started for the door. “Sit down, Katherine,” 1 ‘*-'This is no secret session.” “If it were, you'd be in on fit, old “but next sald. Katrinka,” Lillian added atfection- | ately, and Katherine, with a smile at me, went back to her chair. “It is evident to the most unac- customed eyes,” Veritzen is going through the proc- ess generally known as ‘sitting up | and taking notice’ Shut up, Madge!” as I straightened myself and opened my mouth in vehement | protest. “This is a monlogue I'm doing, and I don't need any assist- | ance. Lillian Gives Madge a Few Polnters “I wouldn’t presume to bring up this subject, or give you any ad- vice,” she went on, “only for the fact that I've known Phil Veritzen | for ages, and am closer to him than zlmost any one else—in friendship I mean. Phil never has ben in love with me—the only reflection upon his heart and good taste I know—" “I agree with you that it is a grave one,” Katherine interjected Quicksands of Love dele Garrison’ Revelations of a Wife —— me inform you | y to vou | subject. | Lillian said didac- | tically, “that the Honorable Philip | s New Phase of smiling. | “Fatal” Lillian agreed, “but true | neverthcless. However, I know his | mental processes almost as well as It they were my own. This particu- lar convolution is one he doesn't often indulge in, rumor to the con- trary notwithstanding. You know he has the reputation of being the most fascinating man in New York. But he a man and a gentleman, take my word for it, and though you doubtless will have to listen to some romantic conversation, and |may be distressed by offerings of | roses, and the occasional loan of a | chautfeured car you will never have to contend with anything really un- pleasant. But the Dicky-bird will be unpleasant, you may be sure of that, and I want to be prepared for that contingency. Personally I think it will do our dear lad good. He | needs to be kept guessing for about a year or {wo.” | “Don’t incur his animosity.” “Is that why you kept me from | refusing Mr. Veritzen's offer of his car?” 1 asked, not idly, but because 1 really wished to know her motive. “Not wholly,” she returned. did not want you to hurt Phil's feel- ings. He is the most lavish-hearted chap on earth, and he loves to do ihflnu“(ul things for his friends. I've | known him to send his car day after day for a stenographer who had sprained her ankle, a girl whom, I am sure, he had never seen outside the office, T have seen roses of this | sort in the rooms of aged actresses | who were forgotten by their public | and their friends, It you had refus- ed he would not have understood, | and would have thought you fear- fully upstage. That's something you | can't risk at this stage of the game. | {le are too new in the organiza- | tion. You don't want to incur his | animosity.” “But I certainly don't wish to have my position in his organiza- | | tion depend upon my accepting | flowers and the loan of a car from him,” I said stiffly. “I must begin as T mean to go on. Copyright, 1926, by Newspaper | | Feature Service, Inc. Reddy Rubs His Eyes By Thornton W. Burgess It certainly is very queer How helpléss things can disappear. —Reddy Fox. Reddy Pox roamed quite a way down 'the beach, poking his inquisi- tive nose iInto this and that and the other thing. He pulled over sea- weed and he poked under pieces of wood .that had been washed ashore; he went up on the sand dunes to sée ‘i he could find a mouse any- where.. But all the ' time he kept thinking about those masses he had left behind. Reddy cannot bear to be puzzled. When he is interested in a thing, he wants to know about it. Looking far down the beach, Red- dy saw. Graywing the Gull. Gray- wing was fishing. He was out over N Reddy watched him for a moment, then turned and trotted up the beach the water, but. now and then he ould alight on a big rock on the shore. “Graywing seems {0 know all about the things on the beach, so perhaps he can tell me what those things are, and where they came from, and all about them,” thought Reddy, and off he started in the di- rection- of Graywing. Graywing saw Reddy coming and remained sitting on the big rock until Redy reached him. *“Hello, Neighbor Fox,” safd he, ‘what is on your mind now? Don't tell me that you have nothing on your mind, for I know better.” Reddy looked up at Graywing and grined. “You must be a mind- reader, Neighbor Gull,” said he “There is something on my mind Perhaps I shouldn't say it is on my OWN WAY aGirl of Today i e WHAT ABOUT JERRY? “But, Judy, aren't you going to marry Jerry?” asked Mr. Hathaway in a surprised voice, I do not know why when Mr. Hathaway asked me that question that..the sight of John Meredith should rise up in front of me, but it did. So’plainly in. my mind's eye was hix image planted that I even caught’ myself painfully trying to smiile back into those tortured eyes. J° must have béen silent longer than I expéctéd, for I found my- queer jelly | | something | watched him a moment, mind, for really it is on the beach | {up there. But it certainly is bother- | Ing me. “Well, what s it?” inquired Gray- wing. | | Reddy grinned more broadly than ever, ‘That's what I want to know,” said he; “what is it? I don't know how to describe it to you, so when you get through catching your | breakfast, why not go back up the | beach with me? I am sure you will | know what it for you know everything.” “Tut, tut, Neighbor Fox; you flat- | ter me almed Graywing, but | he loked pleased neverthel “Not at all! Not at all Reddy. “When I replied am with you, I | feel as it T know nothing at all.” Graywing looked more pleased | than ever, “We'll go right up there | and see these things which have | ben puzzling you, Neighbor Fox,” said he. “You trot along up the | beach and I wil join you by the time you get there.” This was just what Reddy want- | |ed: He turncd his head (o hide a | grin of satisfaction. “Thank you, Neighbor Gull,” sald he, “It |sna} far up there, and when you get there you will find the beach just covered with these queer things, T suppose they came out of the wat- er, but I don’t know, My, this sun | 1s hot, isn't it?” | Graywing nodded. Then he flew | out over the water in search of more o ecat. Reddy then turn- beach. place had been so jelly masses. | | ed and trotted up the ently he reache the he and Jimmy Skunk puzzled by those Reddy blinked first one one of could he sec queer stopped very abrubtly both eyes. Then he rubbed | and then the other. Not those little masses of jelly He looked all around | to see if he was in the right place. He was. He was sure of that. There were hls footprints in the and the footprints of Jimmy Skunk. But all those litte m of jelly bad disappeared. Reddy's first thought was that Jimmy Skunk had lone something with them. What | he could have done with them Red- | dy didn't stop to think. He looked about for Jimmy. Jimmy wasn't in sight. He had gone back home to | sleep. | “Well. sand, where are those about ' things * inquired 1, alighting on the want 1o Kne wing the ( beach neag I (Copyrightif 10 . by T. W. Burgess) Reddy Gets opment { tor pimple | ald Mathaway { bohydrates, | salts | eges, | fresh body fall to develop and the resistance to infection, S S SR s The Beauty Doctor BY NINON " Posed by Hazel Hurd CONDITIO TREATM Pim not be injurious and may preve consulted, or faci#l eruptions yourself, because of However, a bit of alcohol or peroxide nt further spreading until ples or eruptions on the face See a doctor. Ordinarily it is risky to ttempt to doc- darger of infection. applied with sterilized cotton, will a doctor can be dered if T was going mad want to see either of the fhen whose pictured faces my mind had called up. “Will you please tell Jerry to call me up at Mamie's. I'm going over their right away “Yes, I'll tell him girl, you must thin Bty that over. Ger- is not to be lightly refused by any girl, provided his father favors his son’s choic nembering that Mr. Hatha- Sr., had tentatively fried to make me feel that his son’s atten- tions were purely without intention, |slices. A pound of okra measures a |° I could not for the life of me re- frain from askin “Are you intimating, Mr. Hatha- way, that you approve of me as the wife for your son?” “ome over to the office after luncheon and I will tell you—or bettér still, I'll meet you and Jerry at the Beaux Arts tonight for din- ner and we'll celebrate your be- trothal there Before I could tell him that 1 I not going with Jerry to the Be Arts he had rung off. When I got to Mamie's and told her the whole story she sald I had no business to tell Mr. Meredith that I would go with them when I had already made a date with Jerry. (Copyright, 1926, IA Service, Tomorrow : Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Illness Judy is Grown Up. SQUARE MEAL IS ONE WELL ROUNDED WITH VITAMINS BY DR. MORRIS FISHB Editor Journal of the Americ; Medical fon and of Hygela the 1th Magazine A square meal must contain ¢ fats, proteins, mine and w with sufficient titles of vitamins and Vitamin A animal fats vitamin “B the internal organs of an and root vegetables; vitamin * Juicy fruits and green * is most abundant in nd green vegetables N yeas cereals, nals in vege- tables The best foods for supplying good | I-r'vvfln in the diet are meats, eggs, milk, fish and cheese, Some foods contain practicaily no These made entirely from vegetable lard, bacon fat, pork fat, highly mill- ed cereals, such as pure white flour and cron flour, sugar, taploca, tard powders, bananas, tea, coffee, | chocolate and some beer. Good Foods there are plenty of good foods, indeed sufficient to satis- fy the appetite of anyone, which provide the necessary vitamins. When vitamin *“A" is absent. stops growing, the blood cells Obviously In infants, its poor devel- and absence mé of ns a very hones | Hatha- | self ‘ngain latening to. Mr. The absence of vitamin means way, who was repeating his ques. [$00ner or later the ap) 641 tion scurvy, but even before this disease I looked around quickly to see 1/<”'l\". o D (""""_ e £ “”;' the apparition my brain had called [P2IN8 ' the jolnts and limbs. This 1s < sometimes mistaken for rheumatism up was stil] standing by the mantel More and more physicians are It was not there and T answered [, .1z that adéquate | afet is Al e |realizing that an adequa et Is “1 don't know." Then such is the o B e nral 15 ondition, ! £ L | tundamental t» tife prevention of all | one's brain that the moment I spoke | gjzeases, the pleading eyes and sympathetic | 3 = mouth of Jerry Hathaway arose If you are thinking of rooming suddenly before me. I drew my [there's plenty of desirable locations hand across my forehead and won- || If vitamin is absent from the yody the person may develop beri- but even hefore this dis there is loss of - appetit akness, loss of weight, an inc! body fon to puffy swelling of the Mecans Scurvy fundamental to the proper contral of isted in Herald Classified . Ads, T had come nearer loving Jerry Hathaway the night before as we had stood in that garden, than 1 had been since I knew him. Then I thought if he had asked me in so many words I would have given him my promise, | but this morning I could not see myself married to him at all. “I'll not worry you any longer, | Mr. Hathawa I sald, with my | {eyes on the transmitter. I did not \Menas for the Family Breakfast — cooked crisp gr Luncheon bread and radishes, Apple sauce, dates, thin cream, n toast, milk, coffee. Stuffed green peppers, butter sandwiches, chilled watermelon, sponge cake, milk, tea., Dinner—Jelied bouillon, boiled okra, watercress and cheese ball salad, junket ice cream, crisp cookies, milk, coffec. This day's menu is planned for one of those days when it's just too hot to eat! However, the meals are interesting and appetizing enough cereal with rice loaf, “sit up and take notic TteV; BEGIN HERE TODAY In Harbor Gardens, Long Island, | in an elaborate bungalow, ry Heath and his wife, Myra. That the time the story opens the g Lawrence Inman, a distant rela- {tive of Myra’'s and, aside from Per- [ry, the only heir to her cosiderable fortune, and Bunny Moore, young, vivaclous, golden-haired, an old friend of | Myra's. Myra Heath was a pecullar wom- an, She was cold, sarcastic. She did | not love 'her husband, but seemed enamored of Inman. She never used cosmetics and her hatred of colors amounted almost to a passion. collected rare old bottles and her llatest was a whiskey bottle which |aroused her artistic husband corn. Myra becomes |growing intimacy between |and Perry and declares that she has made her will in favor of Inman, provoked at the cutti her husband off. That night Perry Heath, stealing |downstairs, discovers his wife in In- and orders the latter out by morning. day the body of Myra in the studio by a| |man's arm of the hcus The next Heath is found servant. head and feet, there is a big cut in her head and, strangest of all, her face is made up with cosmetics and she is dressed in outlandish colors. Herrick, the butler, after calling the doctor, steals some money from a drawer near the body and then dis- covers, at Myra's feet, a card mark- ed “The Work of Perry Heath." NOW GO ON CHAPTER VI To Herrick this carried no sinister suggestion, he merely thought the card had been dropped there, and {was about to pick it up, when there Iseeped through his bewildered brain |a vague memory that one should not |touch things on the scene of a mys- |terious death. | So he restrained |blow out the last feeble flickerings |of the two candles, and, instead, |raised the shades of the back win- ows to let in the daylight. Then, patting hig pocket with a {soft sigh of satisfaction, he went out his impilse to [ot the room, and sought the other | servants. ‘ He found them in the pantry, agog | with excitemen at the tales of Katie |and Mrs. but not daring to | Pierce, dear |to induce even the most languid te |report for duty until summoned. Herrick was unstrung himself, but f 7/ CAROLYN WE lived }'e!-‘ |Heaths were entertaining as house She | Bunny | A candle is burning at her | WITH THE STORY | | |broken fragments of a brown bottle |w |and looked at her Inquiringly. “Belong here, do you he said, CAS 2 & ©1926 G.P PUTNAM SONS Se. “Yes, she collec ed them. row of them in that cabinet?” | e the bR | |shortly. Iy stars!” Osborn looked In “I am a guest of the Heaths” |amazement at the neat row of old |Bunny returned, a little brusque, be- |liquor bottles on the shelf. “What- cause she was not |such abrupt manners. | Oh, you are. Where is Mr. Heath? {What am I wanted for, anyway?" | Herrick, who had admitted the doctor, said, respectfully: “If you | will come this way, sir. He led the way to the studio, and | Dr. Conklin walked in sllence after ‘}'Xm Bunny followed, timidly, hesitating steps. | She saw the doctor pause sudden- ly, as he reached the studio door, and clench his hands, while his face took on a look of horror. and with | But he said no word, and strode over to the body that lay on the | tloor. | The candles had gone out; a black |wick fallen over in a small pool of |melted wax being all that remained in each tall candlestick. | For a few seconds, the man's | plercing eyes took in the details, the |card propped against one candle- Ktirk‘ the bizarre effect of the gay |colored beads and scarf, the glaring mm- of the make-up on the dead | |face, and the terrible wound on the temple, that was visible only in part. | Quickly, then, he stooped, and |gently turned the head the better to examine this abrasion. | It was obvious to him at once that |death had resulted from a sudden |ana powerful blow, delivered by a strong hand. Also, the weapon used was in evi- dence. Beside the fractured skull lay the of thick, heavy gless. | About to pick these up, Dr. Conk- lin thought better of it, and content- ed himself with looking closely at |them | “A brutal job!" he said, indignant- ly. “This woman was struck on the {temple with this heavy bottle, and killed almost instantly! Who did it?"” | His question was addressed to no one in particular, but as he raised | his_eves, he discovered he had se | eral auditors. | Bunny, wide-eved and white-fac- | |ed, had sunk into a chair, and was | |clutching at the window curtain nearest her, La. Inman had come in also, |and stood, leaning against the tel, his face set and horror-stricken. Herrick was inside the room, on duty, but the other servants were Okra is fresh in the markets and | Kept his head, and assumed an extra |hovering just outside the studio door, delicious ¢ string beans and carrots. Choose tender pods and test by cutting a| little. €mall pods are cooked whole | | but large ones are cut in half-inch makes a ange from little over a quart and wil sérve six | persons. Boiled Okra One quart okra pods, 1-2 tea- =poon salt, 1 tablespoon butter, 1-2 teaspoon pep Wash pod¢ well and carefully avoid breaking. Cut off stems. into stew pa water to Put and pour over boiling | Simmer until ten- 0 minutes, Let water much as possibl Drain if nece: serving dish, sprinkle to cover. bout way burning. into hot cook with Put with salt and pepper and pour over | butter melted. Put dish in a hot oven for five minutes to make very hot and serve. (Copyright, 1926. NEA Service, Inc.) 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We've no call |to neglect our “york. Carter, you go p to Miss Moore's room, and—and | —well, you do the best you can. Tell oung lady that Mrs, Heath has |—has—say, she’s had an accident.— ves, that will do, an accident. | get Miss Moore to dress at once, for he sald: | the the doctor is coming and after that |goodness knows what goings on | there will have to be!” | “Oh—T can’t tell Miss Bunny!" Carter burst into sobs. “Poor Mrs. Heath—are you sure, Herrick, she's —dead? Let me see her.” | “No. nobody, must go into that room till the doctor comes,—or Mr. Heath.” “Where is Mr. Heath? Carter. “I dow't know,” Herrick said, |slowly. “There's a-lot to be learned ‘\M You go along, Carter, get Miss Bunny dressed and take up her breakfast, I'm at my wit's end! No- |body to boss—cr, anything! Mr. In- man, he's all flabbergasted like,— 1 wish Mr. Heath would come back— | wherever he's gone.” | " Carter obeyed the orders ot her " exclaimed |fee and rolls, started for Bunny's | room. But even as she tapped at V‘V'H", | door, she heard the sound of wild | sobbing within. No summons bade her enter, and after another knock, Carter opened the door and went in. Bunny was .juddled in a forlorn ap in the middle of her bed, and ying bitterl here now, there now, Miss Bun- Carter sald, moved to pity at | “take a sup of coffee, do—" With an air of bewilderment, Bun- ny looked up in the maid's face, and docilely took the cup she proffered. | “As she swallowed, she looked over the rim of the cup at Carter. | “what is 1t?” she whispered. /hat's all the excitement about 2" Well, — Miss, rou see, she — she Isn't so well.” of welll My What do you | mean?” | “She's — she's had an accident, ma'am.” | “Accident! What sort of acci- i\lfinl"" “She—" but Uarter's powers of vague prevarication wer limited land she blurted out, “why, she's | dead, ma’am!” “Dead!” said Bunny, not hysteri- cally, but with an awed, dazed air. |her intent gaze fixed on Carter's | | tace. ; “Yes, ma'am,” the maid returned. ready, the Rubicon crossed, to dilate |on the subject | “Dress me,” Bunny said, almost |sharply. “Never mind the bath, glve [me my clothes.” | And in utter silence the girl rapid- |1y donned her gurments . | A plainl - tallored white voile gown | was forthcoming and Bunny put it |on, ndding a necklace of small jet | beads. ‘ “Do you know where Mr, Heath is, |ma'am?” said Carter, timidly, but determined to raise the question. | coffee. Where is— is Mrs. Heath? “Oh, ma'am, she's in the stujo— she's—" “Never mind, Carter, I'll go down now."” Bunny went slowly downstairs, pausing on every step. Just as she reached the lounge, Dr. Conklin entered He was a brisk, alert sort of person, with sharp, pen- etrating eyes and a quick jerkiness of movement. Though he had turned toward the studio, he paused at sight of Bunny, getting | And | |superior, and taking a tray with cof- | |the sight of the girl's intense grief. | Mrs. | “No, how should I? Isn't he| about?" “No, ma'am, Herrick can't find | him anywhere.” “Oh, he's around somewhere, of course, No, I don't want any more {all more or less moaning their grief | {or murmuring their opinions. Where is Mr. Heath?” the doctor |asked, rising from his examination. |“Who is in charge here?” | There was a moment's silence and |then Inman said, “We do not know |where Mr. Heath is, doctor. He has ‘HOV been seen this morning at all. Tn his absence I suppose I would better assume charge of things. T am a cousin of Mrs. Heath's. Is it—is it —murder?” Though he balked at the terrible word, every one listened breathlessly for the answer. Murder | dastardly typ an’s husband 2" | He turned |shook his head. | “Nobody knows, sir. was here last night, but he is not | here now. His bed seems. not to have |been slept in.” | “Well, the further proceedings are not for me to conduct. I will tell )f the most brutal, Where is this wom- to the butler, who \the police, and they will take charge. | | Mr. Inman, will you call up the Har- |bor Park police station?” | But Inman turned this task over |to ' Herrick. For one thing, Larry |had no intention of taking orders |trom the family physician, and, too, |he was much shaken as to merves, |and it was morc than he could face, [to call investigate in the police to |the death of Myra, his beautiful | cousin! He made no apology for shifting |the errand to another, and turned | solfeitously to Bunny, as he saw her |face blanch afresh at the police call. ‘ Dr. Conklin looked at the pair cu- | rlously. They were not at all friendly in their attitude toward him, and he wondered why. CHAPTER VII Dr. Conklin was fairly well ac- |quainted with the Heaths, for, on occasion, he had prescribed for their | minor aflments, and ~had, too, once or twice met them socially. | "He was a Gardens man himself, | tor, of course. no Gardener would {have a Park physician, But the police had to come from |the Park, and it was astonishing how quickly they managed to appear. | Three or four men arrived, but the coroner and a detective sergeant |took the case in hand. . | With a perfunctory ned at the |briet summary Dr. Conklin gave | him, the coron.r set about his own examination of th: body. | He had never known Myra Heath in life, and therefore, was not sur- prised at the prgnounced make-up of her face. But he showed his amazement at |the candlesticks with their traces of | burnt-out candles, and especially at the penned card. | “The Work of Perry Heath” he read, with an incredulous —expres- |sion on nis shrewd, small counte- ’nanr‘ “Her hushand, en? Where | | is he Informed that Heath was inex- | plicably missing, he nodded sagaci- OH<)\ | “Made his getaway, did he? Well, |11 be a hard fob to find him, for if [he had the nerve to sign his handi- work, he must be well out of the | nelghborhood by this time. What say |about how long she's been dead, | Conklin? Some seven or eight hours, | “Hard to tell, Dr. Osborn. Per- | haps your guess is about right. I'd | put it eight, anyway.” “Well, seven or éight. It's nine now,—say she was killed 'long about two o'clock.” “I don't see how we can set it any | more positi ely. The skull is frac- |tured, you see—' “Yes, beastly work! And with an [old whisky bottle! Must have been a tramp thug—" “Well, the bottle is no clue to the |intruder. For that's oné of Mrs. Heath's own bottles.” “Her bottle! This old booze hold- er2” accustomed to | man- | Mr. Heath | ever did she want of them?” “They have a certain value to col- Ylortors. Anywa I'm confident this |was one of hers. I've seen her col- lection before, and I've heard her ex- ult over certain specimeng. Wasn't this bottle the property of Mrs, [Heath?" he added, turning suddenly to Jnman. “Y-——yes,” Larry stammered, not {so much ill at ease as startled by the abrupt question. “Have you any ldea who used it to brain her?” put in the coroner. It was a pet device of Osborn's to fire an unexpected questiod at a witness, and watech its effect. “I? No, indeed! How have? Larry had regained his composure, and was ready for any ordeal. Mott, the detective sergeant, took up the matter then, and in a quiet, almost gentle tone, began to ask |definite questions. Who discovered {body here?” he said. “Katle, the parlor maid,” Herrick answered. “Where is she? | could T Mrs. Heath's Tell her to come | Herrick nodded to the girl, who |ecame slowly into the room and stood ibefore Mott. | “Tell the story of what happened,” | gravely but not too |asid Mott, {sternly. “Well, sir, I come down stairs and went to my work—" “At what time? Katie flushed a little, and sald, “I as a bit late, sir. I'm to be down at eight and it was ten or fifteen |atter.” | “Not more than that?" | “No, sir. And I tidied up the [lounge, and dusted about a bit, then |1 came in here to do the same, and |as soon as I got through the door {I saw—that—" she pointed to Myra's body. 4‘ “What did you do?"” | “I let out a yell that they must have heard over at the Park! I |couldn't help it,—I was that scared, sir.” Fes, you must have been startled. ‘\ww next?"” “Then 1 just ran to the pantry to Ifind Herrick, and I told him.” “You didn't stop to look at Mrs. Heath more closely, and you didn't [—didn’t touch her “Goodness, no! Touch her? T |should say not! I just rushed out of this room as quick as I could.” “Is this the gown Mrs. Heath was wearing last evening?" “Yes, sir, the vYery same, only of |course, she didn’t have that scarf on, inor those beads. That's Miss Bun- |ny's scarf.” “Make no remarks, except in an- swer to questions. When did you last see Mrs. Heath alive?” “Last night, about half-past eight, lsir. 1t was my evening out, and after T fixed the bridge table in here, I went out. “Where did you go?" “I went to the movies. den Park.” Over in Katie turned red. “I don’t just know,—I didn't notice.” “Ah, you were later than you |should have been?" Jreie little.” “Katie's a good girl,” Herrick |spoke up for her. ‘‘She might have |been a minute or two late, but noth- ing to do any harm.” “Never mind that now,” Mott said. When you came in, Katie, did you notice anything unusual about ?” “Well,—no, sir. | Clearly she had been about to Imake a different answer and sudden- |1y changed her mind. Again Mott said, ‘*Never mind that, now,” and proceeded with his querics. “Do you recognize this bottle, | Katie He pointed to the pieces without touching them. Whose is 1t?” it was Mrs. Heath's, The she had. She set a deal Proud of it, was she?” “Yes, sir. Said it was the finest |of the whole bunch. Terrible lookin” things, 1 call 'em!” | “Who do you bottle to kill your mistress?” “Who but some horrid burglar? |Comin’ of course, to some, of her precious old glass. She often |said it was very valuable, sir.” | *“Yes, it Is. And you assume a robber was after it and was discov- ered by Mrs. Heath, and he killed her?” “How else? “Did you see any trace of the rob- ber when you came in last night late, or this morning, either? % “No, sir, T didn’t notice anything.” “You wouldn' ! Herriek, did you?" “Did I what, sir?” “Did you see any traces of an in- truder when you opened up the house this morning?” “That I did not, weren't any such.” “You seem positive.” Well, what T mean s, was no door or window opened or unlocked. 1 fastened them all my- |self, last night, a d I found them | just so this morning.” “Proving to your mind, that no in- truder could have gotten in or out?” “Proving that to anybody’s mind, sir. T always lock up everything after |the last one of the family goes up- Istairs. Sometimes that's pretty late, but last night it was fairly early.” “What time?” “Not much more than eleven-thir- ty, sir. Mr. Heath, he was the last |one to go upstairs. Then I went my rounds and every window and every door was fastened by me, I do assure ou." “Some other time, Herrick, T want more detailed account of those fas- tenings. But now,' you declare that the house was so thoroughly locked up that no one could get in or out?” “I do, sir.” “Then, how did out?” “That's what's puzzling me. 1 ask you, sir, how did he get out? For | get out he did, since he ain’t now in {the house. But how did he do it— and why & “Those are questions for wiser heads than yours, Herrick. You saw him go-upstairs?” for why there that there Mr. Heath get | “wnat time did you come home?" | suppose used this | “Yes, sir. After Mrs. gone up and likewise, Miss Moore and Mr. Inman. Master was the last one up, and now where is he?” The blank despziring look on the man’s face would have been amus ing had the matter been of less grave import. “Could Mr. Heath have had a tele- gram or any sort .of message that, called him away late last night, or in the early morning hours?"” Heath had course, but he couldn't get out ¢f any door, and leave it locked behind him, on the inside. Nor out any win- dow, for they all haye patent catches and they were all . *-ked.” None left open for air “There's patent ventilators to taks care of that. Ever since the bur- glary scares two years or so ago, |Mrs, Heath has been most particular about the locks everywhere.” “We'll go into” =ll that later. Where, then, do you think Mr. Heath is at the present moment?"” “Laws, sir, if I only knew! But I can’t think of any place he could be, or any way he could get there!” Detective Mott transferred his at- tention to Inman, who had seated himself, turning his chair so that the body of Myra was hot in his line of vision, Mott looked at Larry a moment before he spoke to him and his keen eve noted that Inman's hands clenched themselves involuntarily, and his v/hole body tensed a trifle, as if preparing himself for an ordeal. g . (To Be Continued) FASHIONS By Sally Milgrim ol L] Teh Fall Mode Favors Such Festive Combinations as Brown, Gold and Mustard Yellow. The autumn afternoon mode stresses the use of two or more col- ors in the same costume.. Related shades are more in favor than sharp- ly contrasting hues, but additional color notes are often introduced in the embroider; A charming instance of the use of three colors is the afternoon frock sketched today.# This is a slender model of faille crepe, the colors in question being a rich medium brown, mustard yellow and gold. The skirt, sash and loose sleeves are in brown. The bodice section, however, is vellow, richly ornament- ed and embroidered. Scattered over the major portion are delicate cres- cent-shaped motifs of brown and gold tinsel thread embroidery. In the center is an applique piece of the brown material cut to suggest an oval-shaped yoke. This, in turn, is stitched ir. yellow and gold. The yellow bodice is long-waisted, extending in an oval line in front. There is a soft, crush girdle of the brown material caught in"the front with an ornamental buckle, The brown skirt has inverted pleats at the front and sides of the yellow material. The bodice of this brown crepe afternoon ., frock is yellow, embroid- lered in brown and gold. Inverted pleats give motion to the skirt. Copyright, 1926 ( WATER DANCE L NE afternoon Rosersary and (el osemmary love y ers and the winding p-l.{:. Some- times sho started at the top of & little green hil and rolled down and sometimes she rey acwes the grass as lightly as a. furi‘d Bn( she loved the founta:n of all. It made her want to dance e ven oAl ly up, then tum inte the pool. Suddenly she saw vod, ad sollow, and blae, and green, and purple Faivies come and dance in the fountain. “O! Mother!” Rosemary whis- pered. “The Fairies are dancing the Rainbow Dance for us!”.~ ATARRH of head or. throat is usually boufii E‘ vapges of~ i lemr e /sed Yearly “He could have had messaged, of 2. n @