The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 15, 1922, Page 11

IESDAY, AUGUST 15, 1 Oe RED HOUSE MYSTERY ¥ AAMILNE {Continued From Yesterday) tony tried to put himeecif tn Cay. place-—-Cayley, when Antony first discovered him, hammering door and crying, “Let me int tever had happened inside the whoever had killed Robert, knew all about It, and knew Mark was not inside and had ‘escaped by the window, But tt essary to Cayley's plans—to plans if they were acting In rt--that he should be thought have encaped. At some time, while he waa hammering (the in his pocket) at the locked door, ust suddenly have remembered what a shock!—that a mis had been made, A window had Been left open! hd then Antony's sudden appear. ! Here was a complication. And ony suggested that they should tne window! Why, the window just what he wanted to avotd. wonder he had seemed dazed at , and here at last was the ax. jon why they had gone the way round—and yet run. Tt fal Cayley's only chanca of getting ton Antony, of getting to the first, of working them open ow before Antony caught him , Even if that were impossibie, ge there first, Just to make ng “> he had run. Rut Antony had Regt up with him. They had broken B the window together, and gone the office. But Cayley was not yet. There wes the dressing. B window! But quietly, quietly. ony mustn't hear, Antony didn't hear. Indeed, played up to Cayley spien- ily. Not only bad he called atten. fiom to the open window, but he had ons explained to Cayley why had chosen this particular in preference to the office . And Cayley had agreed that that was the reason. How have chuckled to himself? were outside on the lawn now, BM and Antony, and Bill Netening open-mouthed to his theory of yesterday's hap- Tt only gave them another to aolva ea that?” enl4 Antony. a dow 922. Py Wha really rather good." Antony nodded quickly, “That was like itt’ he said, “Rixactly.” “Yea.” He got up and squeesed Bila arm, “Well, Jost go and eee About. Cayley, and then we'll get moving. I shall be in the library.” “Hight.” Till nodded and walked off tn the Cirection of the pond. This was florious fun; thie was life The tm mediate program could hardly be bettered, Te Antony, who was older and who | realized into what deep waters they were getting, it did not seem fun, But it as amazingly Interestin It was ke looking at an opal, discovering with every movement of it some new color, some new gleam of Maht reflected, and yet never real | ly seeing the opal as a whole. His brain could not get hold of It. But there were moments when he almost had it. . , and then turned away from it, He had seen more of life than Bil, but he had never seen | murder before, and this which was fn his mind now, and to which he wae afraid to listen, was not Just, the hot-blooded killing which any man may come to If he lose control | tt was something much more hor rib. Too horrible to be true, Then Jet him look again for the truth. He looked again—-but It was all out of focus. CHAPTER XIV Bil had come back, and had re ported, rather breathless, that Cay. ley Was still at the pond. ‘They stood in front of the tow of sermons, Antony took down the Itev, ‘Theodore Ussher's famous volume, and felt fer the spring. Bll pulled. The shelves swung open toward them. “By Jovem sald Bill “It fe nar row way.” } There was an opening about «/ yard square tn front of them, which | had “wemething the look of a brick fireplace, & fireplace raised about two feet from the ground. But, save for one row of bricks in front, the floor of it was emptiness. Antony took a toreh from his pocket and fisshed it down into the blackness. . “Look,” he whispered to the eager Bill “The steps begin down there. Stx feet down.” He flashed his torch up again. There was a handhold of iron, a sort Of Marge tron staple, in the bricks im front of them. “You swing off from there,” said t least, I suppose you do. how Ruth Norris nkea! bricks, swung his fect over, and sat , [there for @ moment, his legs dang fice, if that’s what you mean.” Ohi re had an eristic voice.” extraordinartly ther high-pitched, you know, s| where the steps began: s torch into th to make » then re| turned it to his pocket, seized the/ staple in front of him and swung himself down. His feet touched the| pe beneath him, and he let go. | it all right?” said anxjous- | ly. | “AN right. I'l) just go Gown to | the Bottorn of the steps and back Stay there.” | The light shone down by his feet Hits Head began to disappear. For a little while Bill, eraning down the} opening, could stil! nee faint splashes of light, and could hear peer. ltain footsteps; for @ little longer he THE SEATTLE STAR VY WELL, WeELL= GREETINGS, Boys! A SNUG RETREAT You "PROHIBITION WAVE HERE BLESS MY \ | AGENT’ “HAT SOUL, BUT T HAD A NARROW | | HADTH! NiTIVES. ESCAPE BACK HOME = t TOMA) ALL MRS. HOOPLE, THROUGH WER | | CROWDING CousiN, HAD A JOB PickeD | \ TH’ PUMP OUT FOR ME IN “THE RUG NESTERDAY, DEPARTMENT oF A BIG EH 2» HAsHAS STORE To START WORK “TOMORROW BY OVE, You'Re 4 DOINGS OF THE DUFFS OLIVIA, | FEGL RATHER NERVOUS ABOUT Done THis ! <a cileadt Be OH.! KNOW How ‘TO. ROW A BOAT. HELEN. THAT'S NO BY AHERN So Tin « WELCOME MAZORI« DUST IN “TIME “YO HELD US FOLD UP “TH/ CAMP | + WE WERE WAITING FoR ONE GOING BUM» AN! Now You MAKE IT WORSE* * MOR, YOU'RE WW FLIVVER TAIL LIGHT YEAM, DAT AM A MIGHTY FING CAR, 2 Ate TT CUM MiGHTY NEAR BEIN' MY | ner of his eye he glanced at the shelf | mh smw ered. waa Thought was not demanded slowe the secret door safely | of serm, action now. To ne an he ¢ a nes and won PAGE 11 THE OLD HOME TOWN BY STANLEY Site VEILED LADY WHO CAME IN ON THE NOON TRAN YESTERDAY WAS SEEN ON MAIN STREET LOOKING IN THE STORE WINDOWS “TODAY. | YouRE ALLRIGHT! No DAMAGE ~ JUST’ BACK YouR BOAT 4 OFF WITH Your. , OARS! Aw ASWED “MH” MAN ‘T’ GINE HIM TIME AN UE SAID NO—~ i, One can't explain, but—" | could fancy that he saw and heard! but y, to make sure that)|that ¢ } ee them; then he was alone... . the books were in the right places, | there anything there to give away Goattle _ + Fook.” ‘ar. OF By 3 | _ By Mabel Cleland s Page 755 THAT'S ONE WAY e; that trick ortginated. Ind trick, member, on the & CyCC GLANCE’ It QvOR BSFORS INVESTING /) Tt’ 1 was born, you re I don't of what Tt really wasn't at all a pe an old thing to do, an sorry as noo it an on De! anyeh with their pranks to atop to th ike influence: data plenic. Daddy randmother | .» and his grownup son and then some y among ‘ou know remember a great deal puree.” an | happened in the crossing, but I've it hever seem a fittle thir It happer and mother-des and the ki dad s frh and hie fri friends from them Mr. Koss, whom y aay And it was kept everybody fre embarrassed after the ec did the awfully impolite thing by tellin It alice was ard father and mother tell it all “One of their stories Is about one ev when they were nice. ly camped, and the kettle was singing over the camp fire, and the buffalo steak was sizzling in the frying pan, a great big greasy Indian came sauntering up and sniffed and watehed and made ff very much at home. nily he walked over to and looking carefully‘into |the frying pan, he selected the piece of meat he Hked best, and—" (here Mr. Ross smiled over simply dripping with frost-/at the college boy) “marked it as Ing; the college boy apied it just | our friend here pretended to mark as his friend saw ft, and leaning | his cake. Only there was no pre over he pretended to—I aimost|tense with the way the Indian hate to write it, but it's what he | aid tt he preten to spit on it, | *y the white men were g, “My slice! as he did tt. | furic and before they had time . of course, after that no- | to think that It might not be wise body else would want to eat It or safe thi 6 do, someone seized Well, all the ladies looked |a bie whip and gave tha vagre shocked or disgusted and the men | such a whipping as he probably xrinned and everybody was a little | never had before embarrassed as I said, because the| “Then the settlers were « bit boy forgot that he wasn't just | worried, ‘What shall we do? they among other boys, and Mr. Ross | eaid, ‘if wo let this fellow go he said in his gentle, courteous way, |may bring back his friends and “Now, that’s a funny thing. I'l) | murder us in our beds,” wager none of you knows whore | (Lo Be Continued) at it. IT'S “ConeLstS” ace RIGHT! ~=—«IT'S So | COMPLETELY SCATTERED AROUND THRoVeH THS ADVERTISING SECTION THATTS IT WOULD TAKE A DETSCTi a story. was all about the outside fattied these words off in Mars, “Good Lord! sald Bill, turning! decide what to do, but to do all this/ tion,” he drawled. “Tony 1 had looking up from the fourth vo de to himeelf, were they betting OF ote one Ei ho on “The pond,” said Bill, wondering} Then a happy smilé came on his argument with Anteny—that would | trot That's what the bet was rhere—or was that/added. “tie always knows that sort | | thing at the pond, are they?” the passage. When Antony came and said “Yes,” and went back to it|the Inside, At any of a chocolate cake whieh | ‘Well, rather Ike this, you know, | Well, not quite alone. There was|to move away to « the secret? father monotonous, high-pitched | round with a start, “Cayley! lin five seconds rather than in six. & bet about it. You know that thing ‘Volee, and then laughed, and added 1f he was not a0 quick in thought| “Ah, there you are,” sald Cayley |—about-—er—water, water every fm his natural voice, “1 say, that as Antony, he was quick enough in| trom the doorway where, and—er—not a drop to a Ce 1 lap « » about?) | of “The Life and Works of £ / lTavlor Coleridge. “Have they fin.| “‘Nor any drop to drink,’ to be! | ished?” accurate.” | | e . | FLAP-DOODLE AND HIS WAND IN MISCHIEF! |why he was reading Coleridge on | tace | |such a fine afternoon. erately “Quite sure? he sald. | he tried to think of a good reason| “Of } do. But what quotation? about.” He closed the book with a| no. They're still slam, put it back in Ite shelf, 's Gillingham?” gan to feel for his pipe and tob |nomething else? And where was Gil-| of thing | ingham? Water, water everywhere fo far, 90 good. But here was | “Tony? Oh, he's about some-| Cayley still in the library, and there “No. But they like doing ft. Bome|back he would not be surprised to | thing off their minds when they can|find the door closed, because the} say they’ve done it.” whole object of his golng had beon again. He was just getting to the place “What's the book? sald Cayley, Wf even more so if anything.” He|« «udden voice in the hall outside shelves—the diffic I was just looking up a quotes ] | ‘atallor* said Bill, in surprise * (But what on earth, he won: ADVENTURES {[. | inished what?" Bilt looked at him tn surprise verifying a quotation “Then you've saved me a lot of} Ancient Mariner”—-water,| “1 was a fool to bet with Tony,” he | where They aren't finding any-!was Antony, all unetw Bill, deep in his book, looked up| to wee if he could open it eam coming up to him. Out of the cor the bookshelf might ewing bac show Antony's he in the gap. cn | So they tiptoed over... and peeked in | ‘The next piace Nancy and Miele »° ver since Flap-Doodie got that ' WHOM SH ARRY? Gite to on the Tinky-Winkle Star |W stick of his that he says Is Wo | pn nn BY ZO BECKLEY ~~ j everything. Pes a creat big oven, large enough |™Portant, he thinks he can do) WHEELER AND BILLY BREAK; MO | Aiag and me and some of our) “We'll help youl’ cried Nick | NO. ueiiernws STORM CENTER ericnamens: 1 sa! is to sleep in. | “We're after Flap-Doodle, | He went on monotonously with his | too, He| “Sh! whispered Nancy. “Perhaps | stole the Fairy Queen's a das a oes come A destructive eriticiam of the detaile wand and | Refusing to Piap-Doodis, the purple fairy, i# hid: | we're trying to get ft. Won't you) pfi’eoyt} Billy and Molly had planned #0 foy:| ously the evening before. | Mig inside and we can get the wand | please come out of the bake-oven no | M Re stole from the Fairy Queen.” | we can talk?" | , So they tiptoed over a# softly as| "“Bake-oven! Hear the child,” éried | p Velvet mice and peeked in. f a y-Winkler. It was the point of view of (0 | SR man who cuts away every touch of grace in behalf of rigid economy and utility, shearing the cost, but mak- R, manufacturer, work in his eler surprises her work ip = with ff itect “end admirer 1 rs ae saved Moll i ti a y rbread about It, Noth-/@ sort of fierce exultation she had you understand, But I /not thought was in him, Billy teok keeping business and ja step toward Ben: friendship—unmixed,”* “Good! hé cried. “That makes tt Barton flushed, Molly thought she|all open and aboveboard, I don’t bea Sp sensed what was passing thru his} want your damned work. jot Commerce plans. It was certain | mind. going w haul you into Fry we he would vote against them—and| “1 wonder," he said with « trace |breach of contract just for the satis Billy had staked everything on their |o¢ pitterness, glancing at B faction of the scrap, eneemnante. “ow you needn't.” Ben's voice} “Then I'li-drag you {nto the opes with no ging ling persona believe in But what do you su e? Tt was} ‘ro insulted!’ & Meeting they beheld. A meeting @f & dozen Tinky-Winklers with bie rs and colored a bright orange, all Miting in @ circle inside the oven 1 call tt! said fiercely to his exclaimed an- lin him a new, {f vague, rivalry. |away.” Ben brought A tense allence followed, Billy and Molly Knew Ben was serving notice} of his antagonism to Billy's Chamber | other, “We demand an apology! thun.| The next morning Ben Wheeler Characteristically, | dered a third, and the Tinky-Winklers | sent for Molly. A glowering look things to a head came tumbling out of their oven like| waa on his Billy's plans were |'"s the whole a stark product. | “And let me tip you off, Barton. marbles out of a bag. |apread on the table, and Billy him-; Dashed and astonished, Molly|You've submitted plans for the "Well, just look at {tf potnted|self sat wtiffly beside them, his jaw |finally, in a pause, ventured a small| Chamber of Commerce building in Belghbor. | Nick, “What is it, then?” leet rigidly, a pencil in nervous | remark the competition, haven't you?” “Worre than that! It’s two out-| All the Tinky-Winklers turned and|fingers. Molly greeted him warmly, | “Hut {t will all be #o—#o bare, That “I have, yes. But how rages,” said a vecond, “Just an noon | looked. but with a look of anxiety. paneling-—"* know it? Plans were “Well,” said Billy erisply, rising, | was toy, but the fighting blaze was in|on that C. of C. competition and We got our handsome town hall| “Goodnesn! they gasped. “Fiap-| ‘I don't see anything in these| ‘This is a business office,” inter. | anonymously.” “here's hoping the others of the com. | his eyes \weill india tts. dette” bltenane Fiap-Doodie sent us a bill| Doodle has waved his wand and|biueprints,” said Ben Wheeler, | rupted Bon, “not « beauty parlor.” | “Because T am chairman of the|mittee—four of them n't “In fact, old friend as you are,|shindy. May the best man win," oF taxes, as big ann bed sheet. How | changed our town hail into a bake-| glancing sharply at Molly. |, A stiff, self-conactoun silence fell.|awards committee. Old Simmons || to please as you, Wheeler.” | Bill, I've just decided to cancel my| And with a quick goodby to Molt @60 we pay them? We've no money joven. What shall we do?” “This waiting-room with the panel-| Molly knew Ben was to some degreé | resigned and I'm in his place, You've | fraid they are, Bill, At least agreement to have you do the plans |he slammed from the room. setts” (To Be Continued) ing—and this here rail, 1 can't see| voicing his own taste, but largely|got the sume flossy style In your cing what | “Tos,” said « third Tinky-Winkler. | Ps rm I can to convert! for my works.” (fo Be Contin (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star) | why" 4 disparagement of Barton, fecling' plans there, too, 1 noticed it right! them to @ plain, serviceable building Molly caught her breath, But with right 1024, by i’ 4 * an ottrage, one Tinky-Winkler, do you submitted | as ' (Copy beg