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Show LEHI FREE PRESS, LEHL, UTAH WITH L- - CBAPTEE ' T IX-Con- tinned it was like this. I had said TwH o Mark and gone into room. . had ya:nked off one shoe when iff. He reaaenea, Effeminate but I like and I asked irt oMTH in my tub, Jf 'Who's been using my bath Py ,', I heard sounds in the faSoom. It sort of took my breath my brain whirled K minute and Then I grabbed up a beside the table the from flash I and tiptoed to the door 'banged it op:n. Water was gurgling l:,! f the tub, dripping from the I e,ga. ?. . l. Cf S i everywhere, and- -a shoe out of the window' and pulled out a handkerchief popped his red, moist face. Sam ex"A shoe!" Brooke and Stored SK claimed in unison. in it. "I presume there was a foot d an instant amazement para-Leme. I made a strategic er-JInstead of beating it after that The razor shoe I poked around. That fact gave me a was'gone. 'Why would a man nervous chill. could it have been? Who that? take Kowa'' I asked myself. 'But he has he use his own bath; why should to and realized came I Then mine?' I was wasting time." "I'll say you were and you're fairly spilling it now. Keep going! You did go alter mm, aian i you: "I did, Sam, but first I shouted much hope that jor Mark. I hadn't fie would hear me but I didn't dare wait to make sure. I squeezed my boyish figure through that window and wriggled to the balcony. I listened. I could hear only the pound cf the surf and the crack of frost In the trees. Cautiously I peered ever. Nothing moving. A sound! After this I'll never doubt that hair can rir,e. Mine felt like that green stuff you see growing up straight on one of those terra cotta heads. I listened. Sounded like a curtain flapwinping. Then I noticed that the dow next to mine was open. Had the man gone in instead of over? "I knew that it was a Lookout House window, Brooke, but I didn't I couldn't be know whose room. All the horrors fussy about that. I'd ever heard rushed through my mind as I thought of the missing Tazor and of what might be happening to you and Lucette and Sam." He ran his fingers under his collar. "It chokes me even to think of it. Where was I? Oh, yes, I squeezed through and dropped softly to the floor. I stopped to lock the window and draw the shade my late visitor might have a pal, I reasoned before I tiptoed into the adjoining room. It was a bedroom unlighted. Behind a hanging I reconnoitered. A mirror over a desk in the next room reflected a boudoir with flower panels; then I knew that the room was Brooke's. All the lights were on. No one there. I crept in. A desk drawer was on the floor, its contents scattered in all directions. A chair was overturned. I lived years crossing that room. What could I see? What would I find on the other side of that door? The hall was dark. The "Call him the Bath-CrystBandit and be done with it, but get him cut of this house, Brooke's eyes will pop out of her head in a minute." "Don't interrupt, Sam. Go on, Jed. Did you see anyone?" "Couldn't see anything. Didn't dare use my flash for fear I might be spotted. I figured that the man had heard me enter my room, had beat it to the balcony, had seen the open window of this house, had crawled in planning to make his y from the lower floor. I gumshoed down holding my breath at every creak of a stair board, expecting every minute that I'd be sniped at. "In the hall I stopped to listen. Sounds upstairs. Faint sounds. I hunted for the light switch. Found it. It seemed years that I waited in the dark with my ringer itching to press that button. The house as so still I could hear my brain working. Stairs creaked! Back stairs! A door swung! He was coming! A chair crashed! I had him! I shouted: et man" al get-awa- 'Don't move! I've got you covered!' Snapped on the hall light. When I saw you two blinking and staring like owls, you could have knocked me over with a toothpick. That's the end of my installment of the serial. Now, perhaps you'll explain why you were prowling round this house?" With her arms in the big green mandarin sleeves crossed on the white porcelain table, her eyes deep shining pools of excitement, Brooke leaned forward and told him. Stewart s hps and cheeks puffed and deflated at second intervals as he listened. Suddenly, Sam raised his hand in warning. "Listen, folks! Footsteps! Wealthy! Outside! Who's coming?" Jed Stewart up. He caught n's chair beforesprang it could crash, and swung it experimentally as Sam Pressed the light switch and plunged the room into ghostly gloom. I he back door opened softly. Brooke held her throat tight in one nand to stifle an exclamation. lfie light flashed .on. She closed eyes. Opened them. Was that "ern, Henri standing in the middle tne floor, with the blinking green frr 01 making queer noises under arm, or was this more night- - AN NEKS: nCityofih By Emilie Loring ft was colorless. which Henri's thin quavery voice broke tr-r.- tne spell. 'YtZ 'e-e- d:eed-o-Un-dresd- -for bed. Why did you go Henri made a desperate attempt to steady his quivering mouth. He ! i "Have you been hunting for the parrot too, Mr. Mark?" Mark Trent's hand was unsteady as he held a lighter to his eiea- rette. His eyes reflected the Same s he looked at the butler, "Not Lr the parrot, Henri. I'm hunting now for the man who killed Mrs. Hunt." CHAPTER looked like an innocent prisoner haled before an accusing judge; his expression was incredibly grieved as he hudd'ed the parrot under his arm and twisted his soft hat in one hand. He appended to Brooke. "I don't know why your brother should speak to ire as if I wds a criminal, Miss. Haven't I the right to go out at night, even if I had started for bed"" He attempted to inject the virus of deliai.ee into his uneven voice. "Of course you have. Henri, but the papers are so full of burglaries and hold-up- s that when we heard you stealing in we didn't know but what it was our turn. Where did you find Mr. Micawber?" "That's why I went out, Miss. Couldn't go to sleep, had him on my mind. Qu?er where I found him. Everything's queer tonight." Henri shuddered. "Nothing strange has been happening in this house, has it?" "Nothing at all, Henri, nothing at all," Sam assured quickly. "We sat up talking and got hungry again." "I'm glad of that, Mr. Sam, that nothing strange happened, I mean, 1 M'8' ' "'Cl 'Now, Don't Be Frightened, Maggie." terrible because I wrong outside." "Wrong!" Not until she felt Sam's foot on hers was Brooke conscious She of her explosive exclamation. noticed that the butler's long cruel fingers shook as he passed them over his slack mouth. "I don't wonder you're upset, Miss; you'll be more so when you hear that the old madame's limousine is gone." "Gone where?" Sam demanded. Henri shrugged thin sloping shoulders. "That's what I asked myself when I opened the garage door and the big car wasn't there." "What did you do after you discovered that Mrs. Dane's car was missing?" asked Brooke. 'I ran to the Other House you'll excuse me, Miss, for going to Mr. Mark first; I've always thought of him as being the heir, you see." "Don't stop even to explain, Henri. Can't you see that we are frightfully excited? Perhaps something more than the car has been stolen. Did vou find Mr. Trent?" "No, Miss, and there's something Kowa. queer 'there too. That Jap, when I door the to came rushing and ne kept my finger on the bell, I found things shouts: " 'Where's my boss? I been over Boss house, one, two, free time.I t ink! kidnaped, been He gone' I run Loud noise. Mr. Jed's room. in bathGreen parrot there quick. tub, swearing fine.' "I ran upstairs for the parrot, had a bad scare thinking the Jap Mr. Mark someon and I'd see The I Jap and didn't. But where. was not he but I looked everywhere thTense silence in the white and and exhaust-egreen kitchen. Chilled d into the outside by his foray huddled within world, the parrot making the curve of Henri's arm a tnh al like thioat his in sounds The faint scent of bacon fngercd in the stillness, a stillness and haunted by tragic conjectures Brooke turned possibilities which from to ice. Sam laughed Stewart Jed sheer nervous tension. lashed at him furiously: Bluebirds for Lineni "Present." Mark Trent answered from the doorway. Brooke's heart stopped, raced on. What had made that we.t across his forehead His deep face pi Uu, acre "You would do that! It's all theater to you Reyburns, isn't it. and side - splitting theater at that. Where's Mark? That's the only Ivff,,1, want t0 know. Where's mare? S'.e was av.ake. Sam was real. as .e s: .,, i W;,h his er the swch. Jej stev.art as he puffed his i.rs ln t.r e swing ofthechu.r he c!u;,' ei gritted throueh h:& or teeth, were ie.-,"Cut that 1;: e'" toward the preciate this lmie surprise party of acting as if vcud into a nest cf scorpions. It wasn't but a couple of hours ago I saw vou in this very kitchen A Happy Family of X Mark Trent flinched as he approached the white cottage. It seemed days since he had driven away from this very house in the limousine filled with his aunt's silver; days since the message had come to Cassidy's garage from the police that Mrs. Hunt was dead and he had left there in a flivver with Mike at the wheel. They had stopped at Lookout House to make sure that the Reyburns were safe before they had burned up the road to get here. But it hadn't been days, not much more than an hour had passed. No use waiting, he must go in. As he entered a small living-roo- Inspector Harrison was kneeling by the fireplace. His piercing eyes glittered as he looked up and nodded to Mark. "They got her all right." Mark Trent stepped forward, blindly for an instant. He sunk his teeth deep in his lips to steady them before he looked down. Lola, the woman who had been his She was wife, lay on the floor. dressed for the street had she been about to drive away the limousine full of silver? The question flashed through his mind only to be instantly submerged in a flood of pity. She looked so young, so shabby, so hapless. Her shabbiness hurt him most, she had been so exquisite. He was glad that he had made her that allowance. Her hat had fallen off. A current of air stirred a lock of her dark hair. Her hands were still now. One gripped an open bag, the fingers of the other were bruised. He dropped to his knee beside the inspector. "Can't something be done? Can't we move her to a couch?" "No! No, not until the coroner Charles River Basin and West Boston Brid- -. Some Reasons Why Boston Can High-RanAmong American Cities k Prepared by National Geographic Society, Service. Washington. D. C.-- for bread and meat, she also covers much of America with fish, as well GEOGRAPHICALLY, population center of rich, industrial New England. A few minutes' ride from Faneuil Hall are more than 5,700 factories and over 25,000 stores of one kind or another. Boston does not flaunt these distinctions; yet seek and you find she has America's largest drydock; the and world's greatest storage plant. Here is a center of America's paper, wool, textbook, g and cotton-manufacturi- tries, and the second port ica in volume of ocean-born- e indusin Amerpas- senger traflic. Her harbor, whose modern piers connect with rails and highways, is one of the most accessible on the Atlantic seaboard; it has 40 miles of berthing space and deep water to accommodate the largest vessels. When "Boston ships" traded hardware for California hides before the days of '49, the shoe and leather industry of New England began. Today, a large share of all hides used in American leather and shoe factories is bought and sold inside one square mile of old Boston, where even in the middle of the street you catch the acrid whirl of newly tanned leather. In Bombay is an old American icehouse. It dates from the period, deep-channel- beginning 1805, when BostQn skippers took cargoes for sale in Jamaica, Cuba, Brazil and India. Now electrical machines, include refrigerators, rank imong Boston exports. Boston's pioneer place in the import and processing of tropical things is still hers. She and her neighbors make now more than a third of all America's rubber shoes; comes." the trade name of one cocoa made "What happened?" here has been a household word for She had her got "They rings. generations. Jute, burlap, goatskins, rings, hadn't she?" "She had when I saw her a few fleeces, bales of cotton, sisal, fruit, days ago. Valuable rings. Other sugar, coffee, all pass this way. Ask how long skilled workers have jewels too." "Then I guess we got the motive. served in the same plants; hear Better come away, boy, you can't how many generations of a given do anything," Inspector Harrison family have worked at the same trades, and you begin to account suggested in his persuasive voice. "Life hasn't seemed as smooth as for the vitality of Boston industry. a trotting park to me to date, Bill, Here is pride in good work, inherbut tonight it seems a terrifying, ited knowledge, genius for craftsmanship. horrible thing." Made Banana a Staple Food. "I know, boy, I know. Bring her in, Tim." The inspector spoke to the John Hancock probably never saw policeman with ears like clinging a banana. At the Philadelphia Cenbats, who appeared at the door. tennial exhibition, in 1876, curious "It's the Cassidy girl," he ex- crowds gazed in wonder at a plained to Mark. "Kinder tough to bunch of them. Now everybody, bring her into this room, but there from Quoddy Light to Golden Gate, don't seem to be any other place. from Key West to Alaska, knows We've waited till her father got their smell and taste. here before questioning her. Mike's Boston's United Fruit company a grand fella and me friend since the banana, once a rarity makes we were lads together. Here you wrapped in tinfoil, today a staple are. Maggie!" food. American in his soft The hint of joviality Yet its greatest feat is not in voice missed its mark, for the but production. About distribution, who the entered girl, in success its turning jungle into room as if dragged by unseen and its conquest rich plantations with him terrified hands, regarded of piles of fat books disease, tropical Irish blue eyes. All that is far from written. are The inspector placed a chair with yet it was a Boston man, its back to the still figure on the Boston, Andrew W. Preston, who conceived floor. these incomparable tasks. When he "Sit here, Maggie." long ago, the world banana began, As she sat down, Mike Cassidy equaled what New York barely crop e on hand laid his heavy now eats in a few weeks! alone her shoulder. The inspector cleared To get bananas the company had his throat. to raise them; so it became a vast Now, don't be frightened, Magconcern. Jungle areas agricultural I just the same Bill HarAin't gie. total thousands and cleared planted round been who's chumming rison miles. of square with your dad ever since you was a When Minor C. Keith, of United little "girl, and ain't I got kids of Fruit, started his railroad to Costa my own? All you got to do is to tell Rica from Puerto Litnon to San me what happened in this house tojob that cost more Jose, a night." ' Course. ain't afraid of you, than 4,000 lives from fever, there rail in all Central Inspector." the girl replied, more atI was but little the company owns Now I know. what America. tell "I'll ease. a dormer and operates its tracks, trucks, and it's the in got attic, sleep back and front. I was dead beat aerial tramways in a dozen tropic when I went to bed, what with the regions. It has built towns, piers, hoshousework an' havin' to run out to radio stations, hotels, harbors, schools, churches, stores, till sick was boss The pitals; fill tanks. theaters, playgrounds; shops, wareafternoon Tell it he? houses, markets; water, light, and wasn't "Drunk, power plants, and workers' homes straight, Maggie." by the thousands. I was. he "All right, Inspector, Center of Fish Industry. don't know what time it was when at a car Besides growing bananas, it raises woke stopping by up I was the garage; sounded like a classy meat, vegetables, and other foods car. We don't have much late trade for its armies of workers, and sugar plantations, mills, and an' the boss told me today that the crowned heads here, that's what refineries; grows coconuts, cocoa, products; and he said, 'crowned heads.' had put and other tropicalsome 40,000 pashim out of business so I got up annually carries on its 97 ships from Boston, and looked out to see what 'twas all sengers New about. I can see into the garage New York, Baltimore,to 25 Orleans, different Francisco San and window." from my back ports between Habana and Carta"Check up on that. Tim." "Yes, Inspector." The policeman gena. Colombia. remote from Boston, Though with the ears vanished into the hall. must go fai and ranches, BE grainfields COXT1SUID) (10 high-grad- e vhich sixteen- -year-old ham-bon- 1 an'" es as bananas. "But what profit might arise?" That was King James' query when Pilgrims asked him, in 1618, to permit them to sail for the New World. "Fishing," they replied. "So, God save my soul!" he ex claimed. " Tis an honest trade. 'Twas the Apostles' own calling." There's a reason why the Sacred Codfish is an emblem of Massa chusetts ; why its eftigy hangs now in the statehouse, and has hung, in one assembly hall or another, for more than 200 years. It saved the early settlers from starving; preserved with salt from England, it became their first export, their first source of revenue. Boston, like Gloucester, catches many other kinds now, from lobster to mackerel, and helps feed the whole United States. And cod is no longer the favorite; haddock is more in demand. Go for a trip in a trawler. Heading for the Stellwagen bank, the r dingdong echo of your radio warns you that you are over the fishing grounds, and the big conical net is let go. Wooden wheels, set on its lower lip, let it roll easily over the ocean floor; big wooden gates at each end, opening outward keep it stretched wide open, so that it scoops up everything that swims or crawls, from "sea eggs" to squid. "Green," or unfrozen, fish is shipped as far west as Mississippi; frozen fish, really fresh fish preserved by freezing which will keep in perfect condition a year or more, reaches the Pacific coast, while salted and dried codfish, or "baca-lao,- " is consumed as far away as southern Europe, the Caribbean, and the coast of Brazil. Dawn brings the auction in a big "pit" at the pier's end. Signs on the walls say all bidding must be in English; bids are called in English, but debates rage with confusion of tongues. Then this big, busy fish pier echoes with excitement. Men in rubber boots, wearing caps with long visors like duck bills, throw fish into rope baskets and swing them to the docks. Others run hither and yon, pushing carts filled with fish, followed by wharf cats. sniffing, Bostonians Are Good Sailors. These Boston people love the sea For generations they sailed it to make a living. Now many sail for fun, yet with all the skill and grim intent of adventurous clipper days. Be asked to sail in yacht club races, especially if all your racing experience has been on the deck of a mustang, and you hear a new language. On the first day of "soft spots" in the air, of tacking, luffing, crossing of bows and sterns, and shutting off of the rival's wind, sailing seems a sport not only ol odd speech but of mysterious motions. Then, all at once, you begin to sense these tricks of jockeying with boats. Here is horse racing, but on water! Instead of crowding the other, riding in to the rail to slow him down, you shut off his breeze power. Ship lines are only bridle reins; stiff breezes are spurs, and letting out a spinnaker is merely giving your nag her head. Fair play and good sportsmanship are ingrained. Inherited English ways and proximity of Harvard, with its generations of clean sport, have fostered this love for games. Plenty of Sport There. Gymnasiums came early, where circus acrobats and strong men used to be invited to "show off" for the boys. That colorful character in prize-rinhistory, John L. Sullivan, was born in Boston. Cricket, hockey, boxing, rowing, swimming, high bicycles, and ball players in full beards, Boston fostered them all; yet permitted no league baseball games on Sunday till 1929! Special "snow trains" leave now, taking winter crowds with skis, sleds, and toboggans, at the first news of heavy snows in the White mountains. Born of the old East Indian battledore and shuttlecock, and introduced into England about a century ago by returning army officers, the game of badminton is now also much played about Boston. New among Boston sports if racing. 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