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Show UTAH THE SMITIIFIELD SENTINEL. sMITIIFIELD. MURDER MASQUERADE By prints. INEZ HAYNES IRWIN Copjrriikl Inn Hajrnr, Irwin WKU Service. Continued FRIDAY 21 I loaded my revolver and put it In my pocket. After a while 1 atole out; got into my boat and rowed over to Second Head. 1 walked from the beach to Mrs. Averys place. I jumped over theI wall and went into her Spinney. was careful to walk on the lawn so that there would be no footprints. In the Spinney is a gravel path. There was, as I knew, a big rock in the bushes close to the path. I stepped onto it and sat there waiting. Presently, I heard Acc coming from one direction and almost instantly his bootlegger, coming from the other. They met in that part of the path in the Spinney where there is a circle of cleared space surrounded by trees the trees all draped with wild grape vines. By this time, the late moon was out. It was as white as day. The conversation between the two men did not last any longer than Ace expected. From it I gathered that Ace owed Torriano three hundred dollars. Ace must have given it to him in cash, for he asked Tony to count it. Torriano, who was obviously staggered at getting the whole sum, counted it; said at once, Good night chief! cut right through the bushes not far from where I was hidden and leaped over the wall onto the road. Presently, I heard a car and I concluded that he had left the Tor-rian- There were grapevines hanging over the trees. I picked some of the long leaves and using them as a guard, I turned Ace over on his face. 1 closed his eyelids. I composed his arms. I drew his tunic close to his body. I withdrew the sword from the wound, wiped off both the handle and the blade, and placed it by his side. I put the mask to one side. I smoothed had out the hole the sword-hi- lt Last of made in the gravel-walall, 1 carefully collected the grape leaves, walked back over the lawn and vaulted the stone wall. I went back the way I came, rowed across the river and up to the island camp. On the way I dropped the grape leaves overboard. Adah and Berry never knew that I had left the place. There followed one of the insane o, k. passages wherein poor- Bruce seemed to be trying to justify himself. The document ended poignantly, I loved Ace Blaikie as I have never loved another man. God help me, I love him yet! Three days later Patrick came over to call. We talked the whole story over from beginning to end. Finally, Patrick, I asked, what made you decide to go to Bruce Hexsons camp that afternoon? Because I knew by that time that Hexson killed Ace. How long had you known it? About a minute. How "A minute when what did you find it out? Sylvia told me. Head. But I was not thinking of Torriano at that moment, for instantly I became aware that somebody else had come through the Spinney path apparently from the summit of the Head. It was Miss Fairweather Margaret Fairweather. She too, had come to meet Ace. I could not see her, but I recognized her voice. I heard everything she said. It became quite obvious what Ace wanted of her. Apparently he was borrowing money from her. Later I learned that it was ten thousand dollars and that she had brought him a certified check. The conversation lasted only a minute. Miss Fairweather handed the check to him and he gave her his note. Then she departed the way she had come. The sound of her steps had not died down when I heard other steps and I realized that Doctor Marden was keeping his appointment promptly. The conversation between Ace and Doctor Marden was also brief. Ace told Doctor Mai den that he had that afternoon made a new will; that he would within three days announce that Caro Prentiss was his daughter; that he would give a big party at his house to celebrate the event. Doctor Marden expressed a kind of appreciation and walked on up the Head in the direction Margaret Fairweather had taken. Fortunately for me, Ace lingered an Instant, also fortunately for me, Doctor Marden hurried away. At any rate, Ace had only turned to start back in the direction of Mrs. Avery's house when I emerged from the bushes! For Gods sake, Bruce! he exclaimed. How come? Sylvia! "Sylvia really solved this murwe can't get Sylvias der. But-aname into this terrible business, I s 1 d. night?" I Drew My Revolver and Placed It Against His Heart.. , shall have to take the credit. I want you to promise me, though, that when Sylvia's a woman youll let me tell her." I promise! I acceded at once in a frenzy, of haste. "Go on, Pat- rick! "Well, Sylvia and I were out on the piazza talking. You were in the As he spoke, something haproom rummaging in your pened inside my head. The tornado living I discovdied down. The flame stopped. desk for something later it was a list of books that ered burned tore there. Nothing Nothing Hexson had given you. We there. But I knew what I had to Bruceonto the subject of Dorinda do. I knew that I had to kill Ace got I cant for the life of me reBlaikie. For I knew that Ace was Belle. member how it came about but lying, lying, lying; that he had no Sylvia told me this story. She said intention of acknowledging Sister that after Marden left the Stow Doras child until he was forced to it. I knew that the story that he was going to induce Molly Eames to elope with him as soon as possible was also true. I knew that he had borrowed that money from Margaret Fairweather for that pur- pose. kitchen, the night of the masquerade, she suddenly remembered that she had left Dorinda Belle down by the Merry Mere. She said that she couldn't bear to have Dorinda Belle stay out all night. It might rain. She didn't want to ask you if she could go get her for fear you wouldn't let her. And so she too went out through the little garage door and ran as fast as she could to the Merry Mere. It took her a few minutes to find the doll and run back stopping only to put Dorinda Belle inside your house. The little imp!" I exclaimed involuntarily. But what she let drop was what established this case for me that she could hear Ace Blaikie and Mr. Hexson talking in the Spinney. That you see was my last link. Now I have to go back and tell you that when we all went into the. Spinney, after Sarah Darbe discovered Ace, found something. Nobody else saw it and Ive never spoken of it to anybody. On the bark at the base of the nearest white birch were three drops of what appeared to be green ink. It was a loose piece of birch bark. I tore it off and put it into my pocket. In the excitement nobody noticed. Both you and Sarah were watching Joe Geary as he worked over Ace. Patrick drew out his bill-folFrom it he nipped an envelope. From the envelope he drew a piece of birch bark and handed it to me. On it were three green ink spots. he went on, By hook or crook, I managed to find out if there was any green ink in any house on the Head. Perhaps you can remember now that I got two of the witnesses I examined in this house to lend me their fountain pens. Neither of them used green ink. I had asked Ken Winslow to hold up any letter that came through the post office written with green ink. But none came. When I came in from my talk with Sylvia on the piazza believe me I was boiling with excitement there you stood with a written list of some kind in your hands. And all the items on it were written in green ink. When you told me that you had made that list at Bruce Hexsons, I knew. It made sense with what Sylvia told me. I exclaimed, But Patrick, what were either of those men doing with a fountain pen that "Well, I think I know, Patrick answered. But I cant prove it And so Im never going to say anything about this green ink. Youre the only person Im going to tell, Mary, and you're going to keep your mouth closed over it as long as you live." I nodded. First place I thought it strange that after Doctor Marden had made his accusation of Ace in Bruce Hex-son- 's presence, that Hexson feeling as he did toward him let Ace drive him back to his camp. In the second place, Hexson' s account iff what Ace said to Doctor Mar-de-n in your Spinney disagreed with Doctor Mardens account According to Doctor Marden, Ace said that he was going to change his will. According to Bruce Hexson, Ace said he had changed his will. At once I figured that Hexsons confession wasnt entirely on the level. He was trying understand me with the best motives he was trying to put something over. And he has put it over. Ace Blaikie did not sign that new will at Bruce Hex-son- 's place the afternoon of the masquerade. He signed it in your Spinney. Bruce Hexson typed it out, carried it with his pistol and his fountain pen to your place. He made Ace sign it. He gave Ace his pen and Ace did what we all do when he found the pen wouldnt work at once. He shook it. Three drops of ink fell at the base of that white birch. THE END.j drew my revolver and placed it against his heart. Asa Blaikie, I said, you are a wicked man. And I am the instrument God has chos- en to punish you for your guilt. Do not move! Do not cry out! If you do, I shall kill you and then myself. But repent, repent, I bid you repent! The time has come for you to die!' Ace took it. Ace could always take anything. He knew at once that his time had come. He did not even remonstrate with me on the issue of death I mean. First he said, Well, I guess this is the Then he said, end of the trail! Bruce, I don't want to be shot like dog. I want to die like a man. Let me kill myself like a Roman warrior! I agreed. I added, 'I shall kill myself as soon as the business is settled. It was all over very quickly. First Ace took oil his helmet. He handed me the check which Margaret Fairweather had given him. 'See that this is returned to Margaret Fairweather, Bruce!' he ordered. He put the helmet carefully down and then he drew his sword the one he had had made in Rome the short sword of a Roman officer. Ace put the point of the sword over his heart. He held the handle firmly with his two hands and fell forward his whole length upon it "I had warned myself over and over to remember about finger .......I From Perfectly Cut Patterns WHO'S NEWS THIS WEEK... By Lemuel F. Parton Just a Poor Historian. In 1933, NEW YORK.William E. Dodd protested to Chancellor Hitler against assaults on Americans who failed to give the Nazi salute. He made these representations quietly but emphatically. His protest was effective. Being naturally calm and tactful, it is quite certain that he will not aggravate the present difficulty as his government calls Germany to account for press attacks on America. 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