The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 21, 1922, Page 11

t TUESDAY {Continued From Our Last Inne) “Certainty You know the bluleh ke and flame which is sometimes erved escaping from the exhaust bene rear of the cart professor asked. “That is carbon pnoxide."” “Would it be possible to convey is carbon monoxide in some way pM the exhaust pipe of an auto- i obile (© a closed room?" Barry's ‘s trembled with excitement. “Certainty! the professor ex get, and the sheriff took a step rd. “A rubber tubing would wey it directly from the exhaust into any sort of container, al or otherwise, I understand t you mean, Sergt. Barry, and & most ingenious and practica ry! The container could be ed in a closed room and the bon monoxide allowed to escape, it could be directly forced into the by means of the rubber tubing hich tt had been introduced from exhaust pipe. There have been than one case of accidental h reported in the medical jour. in whieb chauffeurs, working closed garages, have been over by the fumes and died before could reach them. The theory the use of the gas by burglars in effort to render their victims in bie, has often occurred to me, tact- He broke off, and both hands ched at his bushy white hair in consteration. “My God! And I unwittingty de d the very means by which the Was committed here in the in the possible hearing of any score of people who might have it for their purpose!” Sour" The ery came simultane ous from the coroner and the while Lieut. Cadmus started é “You. I mentioned this matter at he dance—" “Where did you hoki this conver. ton?” the sheriff demanded. “In t part of the house or grounds?” “In @ corner of the library, and to hostess. We were so closely by tall, flowering shrubs We could not see who else might but people were constantly This is horrible?” the pro exclaimed. “Did you mention also the way tn the carbon monoridegnight be from the exhaust pipe of ear to a container, and how it be used to asphyziate peopie?” Barry. “That would, of courve, the most tmportant part to us.* “Yer. I did” Professor Semyonov “lL am an enthusiastic ry Barry strofied around the house to garage. Barry found Frank, the chauffeur, engaged tn cleaning the larre ing car, which, together with Tudor’s own fast little racer 5 2h, come on,” urged Nick, cour ageounsly. “We've got on rubber shoes, and Mr. Pim Pim says we can't get hurt.” fo they started up. ‘The sparks jumped at them and snapped at them and flashed at them, but the Twins never felt a thing. It was true that their goloshes Made them perfectly safe, nd they knew better than to touch anything with their bands. Near the top the sparks became so furious and fast that you'd certainly have thought a giant had set off a ion Fourth-of July sparkers at ener! yut Nancy and Nick walked thru them as bravely as lions. “PsRLORFUN FoREVERYONE THE JUMPING COIN | MATERIALS: A coin, table | PROBLEM: To pick up the coin mut touching either coin ¢ the hand half > little above the tabic Blow suddeniy on the table a litt in front of the coin. The sudden| | little practice it can be made tol jump into the hand . MARCH 21, 1922. And the station bus, occupied @pace within the garage. Are these all the cars owned by the fumily, Frank?" Barry began without preamble. | ‘The chauffeur looktd up in sur | Prine at the sudden querry. | “Yeu, air, except for the limousine {which is being overhauled in town.” “Would you hear if any one started one of the cars running down here during the ahr “1 whould say I wouldr sponded, “Did somebody the fof these machines out last night for! ja Joy ride during the dance? | “Woukin't you have known if they | he Rarry retorted | The chauffeur shook his head | “Not last night: I wasn't here, Mre. |Tudor gave me a night off on account | of the dance, and I went to a movie jim the village and stayed over with Pete Whaley, who runs the public garage, I got home here about 9 jo'elock and went straight to the garage, but it was all locked up [tight just the way I had left it. ‘There was one queer thing. ,tho.” “What was itt" the detective de |manded ax Frank healtated. “Well, it don’t hardly aeem worth | mentioning, but it struck me just now as I was cleaning the touring car that there ought to be more gasoline in the tank, according to my calculations, than there is." He shook his head. “I usually figure it out pretty close, but I must have made a mistake Just now.” “Who has the keys to the garage besides yourself?" Barry changed the subject abruptly. “Only Mrs. Tudor and poor Mine Tanrel. The locks ain't been changed tm three years.” “It rained hard tast night.” the Getective remarked. “You didn’t find any muddy tracks in here this morn- ing. Frank, did yout “Only my own’ he mid. Then a strange, rather confused look came lover his face, “I usually keep my Moor like wax. sir, but I was kind of hurried tast night and didn’t hose it down. I didn’t find any muddy foot | prints this morning. but I did ere }mome queer dried sm: Qs here and | there, as tho someone might have washed up the marks of their tread Look here, sir—and here!” He pointed. and Parry looked. There were clean places on the oily floor, aa tho indeed someone had tried to obliterate his footprints. Rarry went carefully over every yard of space. Then he straightened and inquired casually “How aid you first learn of the trouble up at the house? Did Martha or another of the maids come out here to send you for the doctor?” <o, sir. I'd gone up to the ser vants’ dining room to have a cup of coffee, and was just sitting down to tt when Martha came firing from the young ladies’ room with her face as white as a sheet and told me to go Ol Sy eles pair of low-heeled lounging slippers A Be which stood on the floor by the bed wa foam. nearest the window, then turned his + 7 tion to the pink tin muler be The red feather pen had jumped out of his pocket and was| ' os = ph elie enakhen al . clinging to a large red horseshoe. | {Soares ie Sekeooriy coon eter te. | kiokec nro ur under th ‘The Electric Mountain lay before, At last they reached the top,| “My God! And I unwittingly a net othe pre pe Cell B al 1 Cc ela i > ina, one of the Seven Moun-|and looked down on the other side, | *°rtbed the very means Dy when the | credibly small dull-black eatin allp a. By Mabel & teland— ss tains they had to cross to get to| “Oh, look, Nick! pointed Nancy. | | pers with exagee cll org 7 Page 629 the Kingdom of the Diddyevvers. | “It’s all lovely down there. No more| round spot of mud wih an elong | 4 nd nig otiled | ws T we pa see THE WAR CANOE Sparks were flying trom its tangles/usly wires or sparks or anything! wares greet “ee of a| them forth he felt the grating of the (Chapter 111) of crisscross wires, snipping and/|Just green grass and lovely flowers) giiei!, high-heeled « nd he|mud which still caked them, and} eer mothers,” went on the atie’s breath came hanler mapping and snarling and jumping, | everywhere. I've a notion to gather | knew that when he b und it and — hye they : re igo vy Babe 4 governor's daughter, “had to be| and harder and she stopped pray- t ike g ouque io tal , > a owner the search for this ster | ¢ had risen and was exa ne | ‘ Sate the cane. pay But Nick wasn't listening. He| He found Anna the cook, Louise | clamation from behind him made him|{ quickly, They had to be able to| with my clinging arms about her ave You GoT A TURKISH “Ooooh! shivered Nancy. “It's|had suddenly missed something. The |and Martha congregated in the| turn swit : the doorwey {fide fear and show courace. They | neck. I didn’t think much about 4AN' s ecarer awtul, Nick.” red feather pen had Jumped out of| kitchen, and a single glance at their| Fay Tudor stood tn the doorway |] j04 to be brave and atrong poor Katie. I'm afraid it was only (@, THAT'S |his pocket and was clinging to a large red horseshoe with steel enda, |like the tiny ones you buy at t |toy store for a nickel. You see, the jfeather was out of a wing of the furious falcon that guarded the gate of King Indig’s Palace, and it was steel. The horseshoe magnet had pulled it away and there it clung. | Nick held out his hand, forgetting Pim Pim's warning. And as his fingers closed around the steel feather they stuck, too, He was held fast | (To Be Continued) | (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) Beethoven composed some of his greatest works when he was deat ithout weakening. | Thousands will tell you they get more satisfactory reaults from Dr. Caldwell's Pepsin than from malts, mild, gentie » Moosts only about a cent a dose. DR. CALDWELL’S SYRUP PEPSIN THE FAMILY LAXATIVE Take Dr. Cald wi constipated, bilious. headachy | or out of sorta. You will find your gen. | eral health and complexion so im proved that less cosmetics will be | needed. Thousands of women have | proved this true. 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SOME SPOOK CAME BACK ON EARTH JUST LONG ENOUGH Yo LIFT MY WATCH! CL eae | TRUMPET AN’ SHE | SAYS HER EARS \ARE BURNING! 6S “—— ANZAAZ La\ |) SY | . | NOAH BAXTERS CAT THREW A FIT RIGHT IN THE MIDST OF THE CANNED GOODS AND A HOT POLITICAL ARGUMEN Tom Will Never Go Back PET SEANCE’ IS BEING HELD IN THE PARLOR ==- as fast ax | could—that Miss Laurel | was dead.” Barry turned as if to depart, but AR TRUM MAX at the threshold he dropped his ah he Pa Ay ndkerchief and, stooping to re BOTT! REAM, cover &, Gorned eees sare HUH- SOMEBODY HAS OFF OUR PORCH “By the way COPPED OUR MILK AND THIS MORNING P 1 was having a little discussion with Lieut. Cadmus a CREAM AGAIN THIS While ago about the exhaust of mo tors in general, and I asked if a rubber tube could be attached in |some way to the exhaust pipe on a jear and led out of doors, so that |when the engine was running, the fumes would acape into the outer air, He says it could not be done that the pressure of the exhaust would force off the rubber tubing. What do you think?” “Me? I think he's a simp! The |retort came promptly Why, I've seen it d ie myself! It was done as @A experiment, just ax you said, ser keant, to eee if the fumen could be | driven directly out of the gamer. It jwas extra heavy tubing, of course and had been fastened on jUght, but it held all right | “In there any extra heavy tubing jof that sort lying about the garage here?’ demanded Barry, His voice had suddenly sharpened. pretty Tag Wasn't Tagging “Why, there was some.” The |ehanffour looked his wonderment YOW WALT T |"We never used it, tho, and I don't UST TOLD You? Hust! know what has become of it, Iti! look for It, air, if you like." | WELL- T WANT You <I whet you would.” T' STOP FoLLownt He left and proceeded stowty to the house. When Frank had drawn hin attention to the cleaned spaces, he had observed something which had estaped the other's eye: A tiny, f ity it mG! OVA UBART ar Grattle _« beda, with clothing «cattered about and the breakfast tray with only 01 chocolate cup used were the first ob- jects which met his guze. He examined carefully the uny watching him. As her eyes tell upon | the objects in his hands abe opened feet assured him that none of them “I remember how low and quiet yuld have worn that falrylike slip mother I wanted and I was afraid, Ss G Souci VORKRISH SIGARET. <2 per, her lips, but no words came |] and steady mother’s voice sound-| © so sickeningly afraid that the “Do you know if Mra. Tudor has| “Can you tell m iss Tudor, to|] ed as she spoke to the nure.| Indians would catch her. been out to the garage today?” vane hese be ‘a Rites, ‘taatng” ‘Take baby in your arms and! “But we reached the house— e ir?’ the at “They are mine, Sergt. Barry Pee 5a | bd a a air ‘ reg a ‘ a r she said, ‘she's tod little to} not our own, but the one of a | mered fhe poor lady hasn't been — stad idee ‘uthiol ak lout of doors except for a minute on| CHAPTER VIIT run @ oi ia must | friend—and got inside and barred Ithe front porch when the “coroner | is in her clear, iifepid eyes I felt myself caught up out of | ine door came.” of a child who does not un the water and I could feel the} “We didn’t know, of course, but Barry _ wears ~ Ject Wages m vas Lore ‘ wat — De. h throb, throb, throb of Katie's | that when it grew dark the war asking where the phone wa «| spite the damning revelation Barry | heart as she Over hb c suld come slipp h jealled up Whaley’s garage. Yex,| felt an odd impulse of cormpunction. heart a ns. Fon ver her) riors would come slipping thru the | Frank had slept the night in Pete’s| She appeared so small and frail, yet |] Shoulder I watched mother snatch night and burn us all in our beds |own room, and who the devil's busl-| he an everybody else in up my little sister and catch the oo they oy burned | a 8. THEN Let uw it, anyway? | Sandy Cove, had heard of the forti hand of one of the others I saw gut night me and morning Frank's i wae established be-| tude and courage she had displayed | them come flying up the beach | again, and the black canoe was Wwe eunouSekd yond further question during her two years of unceasing | trail as fast as the children’s short | gone!” ALO ne bb} He walked silently to the front of | service Ce d that cour and) Ye would let them T heard “Will you tell us some more the and, hearing the volees|fortitude turn into tmplacable re|f Katie saying fervent praye about Chief Leschi?" David of Mrs for, the sheriff, and Pro-|lentlesmens under the urge of reck-|{ ‘Good God, good Lord preserve us | begged fessor Semyonov in the library, he} leas paswion and a desire for revenge |] from these savage heathen, Ge “Well,” the governor's daugh- sulted quickly up the stairs, The] against the girl who, she learned only | Lord, preserve us’ ter told him. “You see, I was too locked door of the room in which|the previous night, had supplanted | “! thought in my baby mind] little to remember him. But Mr | Laurel had met her death presented | her in her absence? Could it be that}] that it was a long way to the| Ezra Meeker was present, at his | no difficulties to him i in @ mo-| she was atill in love with the young /] house where we were staying, and | trial, in his book Mr. Meoker tells ment he had opened it with @ skele- | eutenant? |] 1 cried ont with fear for the long | how Leschi said first before he | key, | (Continued Tomorrow) |] black canoe was drawing nearer | was hung, that ho was innocent, 6 two narrow, empty tumbled! (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) | ind nearer di the painted fe | he said, ‘As God sees me this is = no ——— |] were turned—every one of the| truth, Ta-te mow, Ta-te lem.mas, painted fa toward the fleeing wte halehach, tu-ul-li-assist | P II} id P. wl 7 ° figures on the beach, | au an a aris | © iV j nnn D By Zee Beckley | re ~~ | from the outside it was a closet ex. | ‘The curtains were long affairs of huge double door apparently built to| night shift in the “Metro,” the Paris|cept a keyhole and a crack in the | coffee-tinted taffeta, which somehow withstand an invading army, and| subway; @ woman who wrote fash-| Wallpaper; a broad, fat couch with kept their look of elegance despite (Copyright, 1922, by The Seattle Mar) CHAPTER XLI—“THE CUBBY-FLAT” found yourself in a stone-paved|ions, and a waiter from the little | Pillows; two equally fat upholstered | many sikus of wear-—like old dresses |Court. At the left was the door—the| wine shop below. armchairs on either side, the center |t0 grandmother's trunk. ‘The bed- It was simply a miracle that they)tell her how nice you are and what | arcuseyed el door—of the con-| The Dawsons’ door (with ite enor-|table with an electric droplight,|room windows also looked into the |found it. Norma Bradly knew a Brit-|a desirable tenant you'll be, you may \cierge’s quartern. |mous, absurd key) opened into a|tempting you to long, cozy evenings court, and Polly never wearied of lish newspaper correspondent who|have a chance. I'll go with you,and| On the Dawsons’ floor, besides | fair-sized sitting room with two long,|at home. And there was a piano, gazing from them, there was 60 had an office in the Rue d’Antin,|when your French falls down, I'll their cubby-flat, was the office of|doorlike windows overlooking a|with old-fashioned gilt sconces each | much to see, |just two streets from the opera,|rush to the rescue.” the English newspaper man and the|square courtyard, open to the sky |side of the music rack A door opened Into a long, narrow which is the heart of Paris. Across "8 @ ar ment of a stout gentleman | and flanked by the windows of many| A narrow door opened into the passage, tile paved and draughty, the hall was a little furnished flat] They moved in the very next day,| whom madame, the concierge, called |other houses, ‘There were elaborate | bedroom. The bed filled almost half | which led to mysterious regions and whose tenant had been called abroad. | thrilled with the fun and the nov-| “un viveur"-—one who knows how| velour curtains in rose and gold {of it, under jts faded coverlet of /back stairways, that Polly nover “It won't be cant 10 minutes,” jelty, It w tiny place, a “cubby-|to live! The top floor was rented in| stripes, worn-looking, but cheery, to|coffee-colored brocade. But there | fully explored, Norma told Polly rhe concierge | flat,” on the fifth floor of an old-|single rooms, it# tenants an old lady|be pulled across the windows at} was space for a pretty dressing | “Fine place for a get-away after has the renting of it, and if you go|fashioned, typical Paria building. ana her girl from a modiste j night a fireplace, a big funny shaped |table and mirror, a tabouret and | the murder,” said Paul. la young man who worked on the/clothes closet with nothing to show !small chest of drawers, j ‘To Be