The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 22, 1922, Page 9

FSABEL OS (Continued From Our Last Lasuc) “IT cannot understand about those slippers, Barry,” she said “They're—they're soaking wet, aren't they? I don’t know how they came to be here. “When did you wear them last?" “I couldn't say; not since I left Paris, Anyway. Sergt. I reached home I threw them out: Or at least I told Martha to do so, I understand how they came to Still here in the room and in that ition. They must have been out in the rain.” Barry,” she murmured, “Lam very il. Has the coroner per. formed the autopsy yet? Do they Know how my cousin died? He paused for a moment. Should he tell her the truth and let her know how the evidence was piling up Against her? “Miss Laurel Tudor died from in- haling a noxious gas which caused Suffocation and which we believe to 7 have been generated out in the gar age here,” he said slowly, “That BAS was in some way conveyed to this room and administered to your cousin.” “But how could that bet she cried willy. “Why was I not killed, too? Oh, T understand now what you mean about those slippers! You think that I wore them out to the gurage last ight im all that storm and did this terrible thing! Why could someone else not have thrown them there under the bed, thinking that they Would not be discovered until an op Portunity came to dispose of them? Why, if I were guilty, would I rave them where they could be so readily found? “Why would anybody? he coun- te swiftly. “Who else in this hold can wear your slippers, Miss Tudor. For an instant, as the trrefutable fact confronted her, the girl stood staring at him as tho bereft of her eenses. When she spoke her voice was carefully guarded. “I had not thought of that, ser. geant, but you are right, of course. No ome else in the family could have ‘Wern them; but whether you believe it or not, let me assure you that I did not wear them iast night, or at any time within the past two or three ‘weeks, and I am utterly innocent of any knowledge of my cousin's| death” “I have brought mo accusation against you, Mise Tudor.” tective reminded her. “You ha Mentified the slippers as your for mer property, and tho they are wet and mud-stained you assert that you | have not had them on tn weeks. That ts the situation as it stands, and I @0 not propose to annoy you with further questioning. I am sorry that you are {Il. Did you speak of it to OF STHE “Oh, oh?” cried Nancy. “Pull hard, Nick. Pull hard as you can.” “I did.” answered Nick, giving an other tug, “but it's no use. The harder J pull away the more the fher seems to hold me. 1 wish Td listened to Pim Pim. He told me Rot to touch anything on the Electric Mountain.” It was true The big moenet, shaped like a horseshoe, held the red feather (which was steel, as you know, being a quill out of the furious faleon) as tho it were glued to it, and, in turn, Nick's fingers were sficking as hard to the red feather. “You'll have to take the record, Nancy, and go on alone to the Land of the Diddyevvers. I'll have to stay here.” I won't go withont you,” declared faithful Nancy. And so for a while it looked as tho the adventures of | the Twins had come to a sudden end and they would spend the rest of their lives on the top of the Electric Mountain with the criss-cross wires spitting out electric sparks all about them. But suddenty the feather dropped to the ground. Well, I declare?’ said an aston- voice. “I've lost my temper. The voice wan so good-natured that the Twins were puzzled at th “PartoRFun FOREVERYONE WETLESS WATER in coin basin of water, zinc stearate powder. MATERIALS: Ring or PROPRLEM: To recover the ring with your hand without wetting the and OLUTION: stearate powder zine of Sprinkle the on the surface the water and rub some well over by toning up the liver and clearing | her. the hand. This powder has no at traction for water. Plunge in the hand, draw out the ring and the hand will remain dry, They were fright: | | fully uncomfortable, and as soon as the de-/ ADVENTURES “I won't go without you,” declared the faithful Nancy : KEP LOOKING YOUNG TRANDERS Sa Doot oe Green or the coroner | it is nothing. My head felt Queer and congested, and I discov lered after the excitement had died down @ little, that it ached violently.” She hesitated, “I—I've had odd fits of dimtiness, too, but I am sure they will pass away presently,” “Ge and rest, by all means, Mies Tudor.” Barry held the door open for her to pass him | He stuck the litte slippers, all wet and muddy as they were, Into his hip pockets and descended the staira to find the sheriff still in consultation with the bereaved mistress of the house, while the professor was walk: |ing up and down on the porch, evi |dently awaiting the other's pleasure | |to depart. | “Professor, there is something I jam anxious to find out about,” Barry began. “What effect would carbon monoxide have upon one who had |beon only rendered insensible by tt, lor had merely recetved a whiff of it?” “Headache, disxiness and nausea are the immediate resulta if the vic- tim revives,” Professor Semyonov | responded. “Rest and fresh air will work their own cure in a short time.”* Barry re-entered the house, to find |the sheriff gazing with a puzzled ex- | pression at Mra. Tudor, who was re \treating up the staira, “Have you discovered anything new?" Barry smiled. “No, I haven't sald the sheriff | testily. “I've been talking to her for |the best part of an hour and finally I managed to get it out of her, It) seems that tho her niece, who | mourning for her brother that was killed at the front, wouldn't appear | formally at the dance, Mrs. Tudor | |thought she caught sight of her out | jon the porch. She wasn't sure, and she wouldn't for the world have us think anything against the girl, but! {1 could tell as plain as day that she| |muxpected something against th | girl, even tho she wouldn't admit it ‘The sheriff paused for breath, and) Barry demanded | “You mean that she thinks her/ | niece overheard that talk about ear | |bon monoxide and went directly and} put ft Into practice? “Well, it would explain why Miss | Fay wasn't affected.” | It was late afternoon when Sergt. Rarry returned to the Tudor estate He went behind the garage and to the rear of the tea house. | At his approach he had discerned a slender biack.cowned figure seated upon the steps of the little toy struc | | ture, and beside ft a man with a pair lof crutches at hand. He recalled the | episode of the morning, when he and |the Hentenant had come upon the |aame couple, and the young officer had disclaimed all knowledge of the stranger. Barry crept softty around the side WINS wr tori words. “Who are you? called Nancy. | “Where are you?" cried Nick, happy at being free. m me and I'm here,” answered the voice, “I'm the famous ‘Horse | shoe of the Mountain.’ Twelve Toes, the Sorcerer, put me here a hundred | years ago to prevent travelers from petting to the Palace of the Princess Therma: You see, being a magnet, I draw ail metal things to me. Mostly | nails out of people's shoes and pins and buttons. When their shoes and clothes fall to pieces they can’t go} on and have to return, And if any- one touches me te can't let go. You're lucky! You see, my power! ran out foday. That's what I mean | by losing my temper.” | (To Be Continued) H (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) | | | French long-distance telephone | calls are timed by an electric meter | connection. | | Hot nitrogen gas of high purity) | haa been discovered in a lead-nilver | mine in Utah, |It’s Edwards’ Olive Tablets eel young—to do this yo | to feel young—to do this you must), tn» inhalation of noxious eas, and/and as he gingerly uns watch your liver and bowels | ‘The secret of keeping young Is | there's no need of having a sallow }complexion—dark rings under your| Jeyes—pimples—a bilious look in| your face—dull eyes with no spar-| kle. 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Warren, what @ fix I'm in, Those slippers would be enough evidence in themselves to fend me to prison, I suppose, and that silly affair with Harry Cadmus two years ago, of which I have told you, would furnish a motive. Oh, it is like a horrible nightmare! To be Suspected of such a terrible crime, and that against the little cousin I lovedr" Her voice broke, as tho she found herself unable to continue, and again the detective marveled. Was the girl & consummate actress, or wae hers |} indeed the grief and humiliation of being unjustly aswlled? The captain evidently had no | doubts on that score, for he took one | of her hands in both of his, and she made no effort to withdraw it. “That is what I have come to you| for this afternoon, to save you from even the breath of suspicion, if I can.” “Captain Warren” There was « pause, and then she added softly: “Did I tell you the other day that I/ went In the locked room where he/ used to aleep, and where all his be placed? I saw his helmet and « band grenade and even his gas mask. but there were stains upon it! It all seemed to bring him back #0 closely that I had an uncanny feeling that he must be here in the flesh, some- where neart* Before the ner, pausing in a confusion that would have done credit to an actor. “Captain, this is the young police “I cannot understand about L.~1¢ slippers, Bergeant Barry. officer from town, of whom I spoke Sergt. Barry, Capt. Warren.” The captain bowed stiffly. “Capt. Warren, | suppose you are familiar with the details of the crime? “Miss Tudor has told me all she knows,” the captain responded thoughtfully. “Have you any possible theory to advance? 1 confers I should be grateful, for this seems the most in explicable case I have ever encoun tered.” “How about that chap who has been wandering about, stealing clothes and food and entering houses at will, without leaving any trace? I should think he was the most likely suspect if he were mentally de. ranged, for this murder appears to pen auch a purposeleas one.” Capt. Warren pondered for a mo- emnt. “To me the most puzzling part of the whole affair is how it was possible for one girl to be gassed and the other escape.” Perhaps that is the most easily explainable of all," Barry observed he left them, his brain on fire with a fresh inspiration born of the chance |TRYIN'OUT A NEW /Q°, Hl DANCE = THOSE ASLEEP AN YOU Hi cHow owLs CAN SNORE ALL DAY / captain could reply | Barry strode boldly around the cor. | THE SEATTLE OUR BOARDING HOUSE STAR BY AHERN | SAY, WHATS TH! \1'TS THOSE TWO) 7" P* OD, So v | HAMS UP IN “TH! x VU RS (AX 2 a pots aan lay lparters-tev'ne) © Pilla an ont fi ILE WE HAVE | NUDGE WEAR DOWN CHASE | WELL, GOODBY ,ToM | VL. SEE You | | | back way and stole upstairs. ‘The dimmens of the room at first; | made everything indistinguishable to | his eyes, but gradually he saw the | mantel with the gas mask upon it. Approaching, he picked up the case | containing the mask, carefully to preserve any possible finger prints, Jand as he opened it @ faint but un mistakable odor assailed his nostrils, | the odor of carbon monoxide gas! | | CHAPTER IX | Sergt. “Barry turned the gas mask case over and over In his hands. His) intuition had been right after all. Fay | Tudor was innocent beyond any doubt, for had she asphyxiated her cousin she need not have gone to the trouble of donning the gas mask; she could eimply have closed the windows and doors, allowed the carbon monox ide to escape, and left the room until it had done ite work As he took the mask from ft» case he noted that it had not been re. placed in the proper manner, but had been thrust in with every evi dence of haste. A careful examina tion revealed no finger marks upon the mask itself, but upon the case several were visible. He croased the hall to the room tn | which the tragedy had occurred Theres he commenced an elaborate | search | Hig efforts seemed to meet with no | euccess, for, shaking his head doubt fully, he entered the bathroom, where |he scrutinized the shelves and medi cine chests At last he setzed upon a «mali | | pasteboard box and opened it, din. | closing half a dozen white powders | | ‘ tasy—If You Know Dr.|and with a few perfunctory remarks | wrapped separately in a filmy sub- | | stance resembling olled paper. | With a little exclamation of satis: | teil use of a single word. | faction, his hand upon a tiny | ed! Ome girl had been killed | porcelain jar with a foreign label, wed th “lthe other, sleeping near, had gone had been a unseathed—and there gas mask in the house! Barry entered the house by the top a faint odor of fresh rose leaves | Moated out upon the air. | (Continued Tomorrow) | (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) By Zoo (Copyright, 1922, b CHAPTER XLII—INTENSIVE HOUSEKEEPING At firet Polly “thought she'd die” without a bathroom, Polly and Pawl—and [Paris Beckley 7 The Beattie Mar) | They found it was true, and! laughed over it / FOLD UP AND GET IN YOUR NESTOR ILL CRASH UP AND TEACH You SOME NEW STEPS~ T'LL RUN YOU UNTIL. You To TH' KNEES, AN' THEN I'LL BEGIN To HEY? ‘ They learned in | tab! ' A You!! OH,| FORGOT “ID TELL YOU-| SAW JOE SNYDER DOWN THERE AND HE WANTED To BE REMEMBERED TO ‘ar * OF ————— Page THE OLD HOME Outside Conversation TOW, a THINGS LOOKED BAD FOR SADIE SNOOKS” COTTAGE LAST NIGHT WHEN BOTH CHIMNEYS BURNED OUT AT ONCE. PAGE 9° N BY STANLEY, AND OH SAY, | MET ED RICKEY AND HE WEIGHS OVER TWO HUNDRED POUNDS NOW- / Grattle _ + + Sd By abel Clelan * 630 CHIEF LESCHT “Davie,” said Perry, when they were at home again and were talking with Motherdear about the Whidby Isiand story, and the governor's daughter, “don't you ‘spose grandmother would know "bout that chief and those Indian words and everything?’ And Mother-dear thought she would, s0 grandmother told them Just enough about the tragedy of Laschi to keep them from lying awake and wondering about it. “It is a very sad story for bed tinve,” grandmother's gentle voice began. “Sad because Leschi tried to be true to his own people whom he believed in great danger and to the great Tyee in far away Wash. ington who had promised to set anide certain parts of the land for the Indians where no white man should be allowed to go. “The Nisquallys didn't Ike at all the particular part which the white chief (the president) gave them, and all sorts of chiefs, white were having a 00. ones and red ones, hard time keeping p “In the autumn of that year, when the Indians came in the war canoe and frightened the gov. ernor’s family, at Whidby island, office, and was shared by his stenog: | and was pher who prepared her tea es in it at lunch time, It juipped with an ancient gas stove, . cold water sink, a washtub and a ’ ; . tamer |fact to do without numberless con.| There were just enough dishes for “But Paris flats don’t have ‘em? | ciences they had been used to all|two and as Polly looked things over her friend. Norma Bradly, assured their lives—and hardly miswed|she tried to picture what the couple “Only the very newest do. | them. had been like who lived tn the cubby You're lucky to have that water-| The funniest item of bbyflat” | house before them. ting thing! You'll get used to|life was their kitchen, This weird| “I bet they weren't as happy as bathing in a galton tub, and be just|apartment waa across the hall, a|we are,” she chortled, observing the as clean as ever sort of annex to the newspaper man’s | & big treaty was made—the In- j dians called it ‘laying aside of } guns and angry feelings.’ | “And Chief Lescht went home | and the Nisquallys were given a | new reservation which suited | them much better. | “One night Lescht came to Dr. Tolmie and said, ‘I will no more fight the white man. You may tell your soldier Tyee (Co'. White) that if he so desires he may cut | off my right hand that he may know I speak tho truth, And I | will give up my gun to the Tyee at the fort.” “But the soldiers thought he would better stay hidden in the woods as many of the settlers ' couldn't forgive him for all the | fine speeches he had made about killing off the white people. “Pretty soon after that Leschi's | nephew, Stu » @ a drite of | 60 blankets to trap Leschi. | Shuggia and his friend Wa-hoolit used to hunt together and before the white man came were very har and Wa-hoo-lit believed in his chief, the great Lesehi, and was very angry when he Narned that Slugzia had promised Leschi that If he would come to Olympia he should have a great peace- making with the Olympia chiet— Gov. Stephens. “But when Leschi got to Olym- pla they put him into prison,” (To Be Continued) Ol ef dainty rosebuds on ft; the ash trays and flower vases; the odds and ends that spoke of the absent owners. It was a glorious moment when she heard the tiny elevator come thumping up to the fifth floor: then Paul's in the lock, and his gay greeting! “Apron and all! Bless my soul, if she hasn't carried out her threat to be domesti They had a gay meal. “Gee, but it's great, Pussycat! | big coffee cup and the little one with |Paul heaved an enormous sigh of LT I WUMPR- TM NOT GONG BE ' EVERETT TRUE _—_——— | | |content he reached for more po- | humdinger, with punch and everye jtatoes, “I've married a genius You | thing—and invite all our friendsf* never told me you could cook!" | Polly looked up from her phim “Been holding it out on you for a| tart with bright, wide e¢: “But surprise, * * * Paul—our concierge | who? We haven't many is an angel! She taught me the po-| “Oh, gosh, yes, There's Miller, at tatoes, I thought all concierges were | the office, and your friend, Norma s and ogres,” Bradly, and the English newspaper So they are, Dubois ts the ex-| chap, and old Barray, and—and Vio. ception that proves the rule. We're | let Rand—" lucky; your concierge can make your| ‘The sound Polly made was scarce. life one grand sweet song—or tor-|ly audible, whatever it was, and she ment you into suicide, Say, Pussy-| dropped her eyes again suddenly tq cat, I've got the grandest idea—we'll | her tart. * pei" (fo Be Continue® x yy give @ housewarming—a regular,