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§ ist Ee i & 42833925 & 232 “QUESDAY, AUGUST 22, 1922. From Yesterday) Mt the collar you were look: efor in the cupboard? sald Bilt Me cours, “Why no collar?’ 1 For rome reason Cayley con tt necessary to hide all clothes; not just the suit, areytning which he was wear. jer supposed (o be wearing, at Z ‘of the murder, But he he ot hidden the collar, Why? Had it out by mistake? 80 I fa the cupboard, It wasn’t Had he left tt out on pur- last If so, why’—and where was ‘Naturally I began to say to my- we Where have I seen & collar A collar all by Itself? And I vwhat, Bi?" frowned heavily to himself, hie head ent ask me, Tony, I cant Jevet’ He threw up his head. Hp the basket in the office bed- ts that the one? ‘one that goes with the rest ‘Gothes? I don't know, Where dapean it be? But If so, why send pe collar quite casually to the wash the ordinary way, and take im- trouble to bide everything Why, why, why?” bit hard at his pipe, but could 1 @f nothing to say. “said Antony, getting festieasty, “I'm certain of one = Mark knew on the Monday Robert was coming hete.” ) CHAPTER XVIII te coroner, having made a few qenmort remarks ug to the ter- Weis nature of the tragedy which ey bad come to investigate that re proceeded to outline the am to the fury. it @id not expect to learn ow nse sc well by now Maat he wondered if Inspector Birch d any new theories, If would appear in the examination, for the coro- certainly have been by the police as to the tm- facts to be extracted from Bin was the first to r jet thru it. about this letter, Mr. Bev. was asked when his chief was over. “Did you see it see the actual writing. I fihe back of it. Mark was hold. i ep when he told us about his emp aR tings pomp MRO 8 a “T aald, ‘Thies ts the Red House, Who do you want to see? He was a bit rough-looking, you know, att, and T didn't know what he was do. ing there, “Well? “Well, sir, he sald, ‘Is Mister Mark Ablett at home? It doesn't sound Much put like that, sir, but 1 didn't care about the way he said it. So I got in front of him like, and sald, ‘What do you want, eh? and he gave ® ort of chuckle and sald, ‘I want to see my dear brother Mark.’ “Well, then I took a closer look at him, and I see that p'raps he might be his brother, so I said, ‘If you'll follow the drive, sir, you'll come to the house, Of course I can't say if Mr. Ablett's at home.’ And he gave & sort of pasty laugh again, and said, ‘Fine place Mister Mark Ab- lott's got here. Plenty of money to spend, eh?’ Well, then I had another look at him, but before I could thake up my mind, he laughed and went on. That's all I can tell you, str.” Andrew Amos stepped down and Moved away to the back of the room, nor did Antony take his eyes off him until he way assured that Amos jn- tended to remain there until the In- quest wag over. “Who's Amos talking to now?" he whispered to Bill. Parsons. One of the gardeners. He's at the outside lodge on the Stanton read. They're all here today. Sort of holiday for ‘em.” . wonder if he's giving evidence, too,” thought Antony. He was, He followed Amos. He had been at work on the lawn in front of the house, and had seen Robert Ablett arrive. Ho didn’t hear the shot--not to notice. He was a lttie hard of hearing. He had seen & gentieman arrive about five min- utes after Mr. Robert. “Can you see him in court now?" asked the coroner. Parsons looked round slowly., An- tony caught his eye and emiled. ne him," said Parsons, point Li verybody looked at Antony. ‘That ae about five minutes afterward?” “About that str.” “Did anybody come out of the house before this gentleman's ar- rival? be to, sir, That is to say I didn’t see ‘om.” Stevens followed. She gave her eviddénce much as she had given it to the Inspector. Nothing new was sation” for the first time that after. Soon. “How soon after you had heard this did the shot come?” asked the coroner. “Almost at once, sir.” “Were you still in the hallt™ “Oh, no, sir. I was just outside edt” “Oh, no, str. I just went tn to Mrs. Stevens, and she said, ‘Ob. what to get his mail,” answered Mr. Sprinkle-Blow wan changed into a little girl and Nick was changed Chinese boy. had first been turned Into Fiap-Doodie, a mischievous two kind fairynren tried them back again inte & and girl. was a mistake some and instead of being Amer- mms they were Chinese. “Wei, I don't care" said Nancy rey, smoothing her mew silk aes “It's better than being a 7 anyway!’ “0d anything's better than being ? soldier who can’t move,” Nick. “And all my clothes Stops Itching Instantly! ECZEMINE Wonderful discovery for Eczema ths Gineases, At all druggists, oF Bent, p. p., by Joyner Dru ds just like butter luhill Chile Cheese were only paint!’ Suddenly he thought of somoe- thing. “I tell you what tetjs do, Nancy,” he said. “Let's go after Flap-Doodle again and try eto get the Fairy Queen's wand that he stole. He won't know us at all this way.” “Oh, yes, let's, Nicky,” agreed Nancy eagerly. “You call yourself Nick Oo Ting and I'll be Nan Soy. |We'll get a little Chinese house somewhere and invite him to visit us. “When he's not looking we can get the magic wand and fly off with it to the Fairy Queen's palace. We still have our Green Shoes.” Mr. Rubadub thought it a capital idea and Mr. Sprinkle-Blow said so, too. So the Twins prepared to leave Scrub-Up Land at once, “Do you suppose Flap-Doodle is still on the Moon?” wondered Nick. oN answered Mr. Sprinkle- Blow, “I heard him say that he was | going to travel over the Milky Way |to visit some of the stars, He wants |to rent m new house.” | “Will he go back to Tinky-Winkle | Land?’ asked Nancy. “Just to get his mail,” answered [Mr, Sprinkle-Blow, “He's afraid to stay there long as he's done so much damage.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) OUR 1 Hope You BOVS APPRECIATE THE EMBARRASSING POSITION I AM IN ABOUT GETTING BACK WoME WHE T LACK “WE NECESSARY FUNDS» A MoST UNUSUAL OCCURANCE = 1 AM “TRUSTING You WILL }\ FIND SOME MEANG MEAN CAGH MAor, You Won't FIND ANYMORE ON FRECKLES ON THE SEATTLE STAR BOARDING HOUSE iF You US "THAN A STATUE = we DIDNT We ALL Gor ROUND “TRIP pucats } 1 DON'T MIND ‘em! eae eer. was that?’ frightened-like, And I|and quick?” said, ‘That was in the house, Mrs. | Stevens, that was.’ Just like some thing going off, it was.” “Thank you,” said the coroner. ‘There was another emotional dis turbance in the room as Cayley went into the witness-box; not “Sensa- tion” this time, but an eager and, as {t seemed to Antony, sympathetic in- terest. Now they were getting to grips with the drama. He gave hia evidence carefully, un- emotionally--the lies with the same slow deliberation as the truth. An tony watched him intently, wonder Ing what !t was about him which had this odd sort of attractiveness. For Antony, who knew that he was lying, and lying (as he believed) not for Mark’s sake but his own, yet could not help sharing some of that gen- eral sympathy with him. “Was Mark ever in possession of & revolver?” asked the coroner. “Not to my knowledge. I think I should have known ff he had been.” “You were alone with him all thet morning. Did he talk about this visit of Robert's at ali?” “T didn’t see very much of him tn the morning. I was at work in my room, and outside, and so on. We lunched together and he talked of it then a little.” “In what terms?” “Well—” he hesitated, and then went on, “I can’t think of a better word than ‘peevishly.’” “Youn didn’t hear any conversation tetween the brothers when they were in the office together?” “No. I happened to go into the Nbrary just after Mark had gone tn, and I was there all the time.” “Was the library door open?* “Oh, yes." “Did you see or hear the last wit- Tess at all?” No.’ ‘ould «you call Mark a hasty. tempered man?” Cayley considered this carefully before answering. “Hasty-tempered, yer,” “But not violent-tempered.” vWan he fairly athletic? he said, Active “active and quick, yes. Not par Uoularly strong.” “Yos. . . . One question more Was Mark tn the habit of carrying any considerable sum of money about with him?” “Yes, He always had one £100 note on him, and perhaps 10 or 20 pounds as well.” “Thank you, Mr. Cayley.” Cayley went back heavily to his seat. “Damn it.” sald Antony to himself, “why do I Ike the fellow?” “antony Gillingham!" Again the eager interest of the room could be felt. Who was this stranger who had got mixed up in the business so mysteriously? Antony smiled at Bill and stepped up to give his evidence. He explained how he came to be staying at the “George” at Wood- ham, how he had ‘heard that the Red House was in the neighborhood, how he had walked over to see his friend Beverley, and had arrived just atter the tragedy. Thinking it over after. ward he was fairly certain that he had heard the shot, but it had not made any impression on him at the time. “You and the last witness reached the Freno windows togeter and found them shut?” “Yes.” “You pushed them tn and enme to the body. Of course you had no iden whose body It was?” “Did Mr. Cayley may anything?” “He turned the body over, Just so an to see the face, and when he saw it, he sald, “Thank God.’ Again the reporters wrote “Sensa- tion.” ‘ “Did you understand what he meant by that?” “IT asked him who {ft was, and he waid that it was Robert Ablett. Then he explained that he was afraid at first it was the cousin with whom he lived—-Mark.”* “Yes. Did he seem upset?” “Very much #0 at first. Less when he found it wasn't Mark” (Continued Tomorrow) WHOM SHALL MOLLY MARRY? or BY ZOE BECKLEY NO. 17—BEN STARTS HIS FIGHT Work kept Molly occupied for many hurried days. ot Wheeler, But almost every noon Billy in his roadster stopped for her and to- gether they went spinning off for lunch. She saw ittle| Wheeler, them one day. “Gad, how she amiles up at him!" muttered the maker of knives, his hands clenched in anger, “and 1 have to wrench every amile and sparkle out of hor as a miner sweats for gold, That weakling! That hin office window, saw Money 2 Wa-HA- TLL HAVE 0 LeT tH’ PULL MAN PORTER OFF WITH A“TIP OF MY HAT ANY EXTRA TACK WITH US = we've sen UP HERG 1S “two Weeks! BY AHERN | THE OLD HOME TOWN “tH! ONLY “MING LT CAN DO MATOR, IS SNAP A PHOTO oF You With, MY CAMERA AN “TAKts YouR PICTURE BACK Home ! BRING ALL 1M AFRAID You'Re TH’ WET CIGAR © “HaAT'S rd “2 You Can’t Smoke and Wear Lace Curtains | 1 “When the boy waded safely |] ashore,” said motherdear, “he | had to grip his courage hard with both hands to make himself go into the woods thru which he must pass, TI asked him if he re- membered his sensations as he walked, and he laughed and sald: “It almost makes my hatr stand on end just to think of it. Yes, I remember it—too clearly. My mind was so filled with the terror tales of Jimmie, and I was #0 absolutely in ignorance of how it really was that I suffered al- most everything a boy could suf- fer in walking those three miles. Every rabbit was a bear and every squirrel or chipmunk was a sevenfoot cougar to my fear filled imagination, but I camo thru, of course, without any real danger, There I found tho first Indian village I had seen, It wis & very large one, with the trite Uving in huts or shacks of bark, 4 strong odor of snakes and fish over everything, canoes along the shore and dirty Ifidians, squaws and children everywhere.’ “One squaw came to where Donald st6od, hesitating about what he should do next, and said, him?" He tried to immerse himself in of- fice affairs, tut the vision of Molly and Barton kept haunting him. “I'm righ tho,” he told himself | doggedly. 's the elemental stuff that wins with women, No amount of civilization can change the fact that way down at bottom Molly is sister and J am brother of our cave ancestors. Once & man wooed a ) | (GIT FER) eal r MARSHAL OTEY WALKER WAS SO WATCHING THE PAINTER PUT A SIGN OVER ssh THE NEW DRESS MAKERS SHOP HE DIDNT EVEN REAR, | m= HENRY APPLEGATES PLEASURE CAR COMING: bel THE INDIANS Page 761 ‘Mica.chee-cha (newcomer?y “1 want to find my uncle,’ Donald answered, ‘How can 1 cross the bay?’ “‘Sally take,’ she answered the woman was old Georgia Sally All the settlers of Clallam county knew her, ‘Canoe ready now, You go” “The water was rough that day, and the canoe was little and the squaw was fat, and the tired, hungry boy found himself afraid to embark in so frail a craft with so strange a pilot. But old Sally made him le down flat in the canoes and so they crossed. “And still there were two miles to walk, And Donald was so tired and so hungry! Presently he came to a place where they had some green apples and he bought and ate a few of these and got strength enough to finish the Journey. “Oh! he thought, with a heavy heart, when he saw his uncle's home, ‘what a strange, crude house to live Inf’ “It was built of logs and had the usual outside chimney of sticks and clay, and it looked but little like the homes of Donald people back in Scotland. But hi uncle, who had been a seafaring man, Was kind and gentle and in- teresting, and very soon he had the boy out on an Interesting ad- venture.” (To Be Continued) woman with a club—one smash for the rival and one for the woman if she presisted. And the woman adored the winner, “Now I use a club of gold—the gold that means living and a career and power. That blue-eyed stripling is my rival because she doesn’t know what she wants! Very well—I'll smash him. When she's my wife, she can pay it back if she wants to. She'll have the power and the post- tion to make him a@ success.” ‘When Molly returned he sent for I WADA PICNK SONDAY everRETT! t'> MSET ANOTHER CG, PA CHE 11 BY ST!ANLEY BY ALLMAN. WHSN Y'D Stsce my AR RIGHT STRAIGHT AT TT_AS THOUGH T WAS GONG To RUN Into IT AND THEN. To noT RUN “ov Ovuen+T, To “Molly,” said he, “when I play « game, I play for blood, And I win! Well, I've just bought control of the Carson Construction Co,, the firm Barton is working for in a big way. I've decided he shall not be retained any longer. We've found a—better man, Molly, you're sticking to a sinking ship.” The girl went white as the paper on Wheeler's desk—white with fear for Billy Barton, whose hopes she knew were bound up in the Carson Co,-white with the hypnotic power of this man before her who smashed thru ethics and fine conventions as a hammer smashes thru golden fila- Bree, She went giddy with the spell of Ben's might and ruthlessness. Was he right after all? Could might be not only right, but weave an irresist- thle spell for a woman? Her mind was in too chaotic a state to guide her, It was with her lips only that she stammered: “Some day, Ben, some one will use force on you~and then, heaven pity you!” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) .