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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER ICtcle fthil vp Saps A SYNOPSIS Brooke Reyburn visits the office ot Jed to discuss the terms of Stewart, a lawyer, n estate she has inherited fiom Mrs. Mary ' Armand. Dane. Unwittingly she overhears of Mrs. Jed talking to Mark Trent, nephew Mrs. Dane Dane who has been disinherited a huge structhad lived at Lookout House, father and her built sea. by the ure by divided into two. fo her and Marks father. a fashion expert, and Mrs. hearing her on the tier to call and developed Mark discloses deep affection for her. to disinherit that Mrs. Dane had threatened he is him if he married Lola, from whom He says he does not trust now divorced. Brooke had been a "shut-in- , Dane radio! ha- invited Henri and Clotilde Jacques. Mrs. Danes He says he is not interested in an Brooke's to share the estate with Leaving her department store Job. refuses an offer to go stepping" aervants. offer of him. Brooke with Jerry who wants Field, a carefree young man At a family conference she learns she must live at Lookout House alone, since Lucette, her younger sister who is taking her Job. her brother. Sam, a young playwright, and her mother Mark are plan to stay in the city. Jed and astounded when they hear from Mrs. Gregory, a family friend, that she had witnessed a hitherto unknown will with Henri and Clotilde two weeks before Mrs. Dane died. Brooke had arrived just as she was leaving. Jed suggests that Mark open his part of Lookout House, get friendly with Brooke and try to find out about the will. Jed agrees to stay with him. Mark accepts Brooke's invitation for a family ThanksgMrs. Reyburn iving dinner at Lookout announces on Thanksgiving eve that she Sam and has been invited to England. Lucette decide to move in with Brooke and Sam plans to produce a new play locally. After the Thanksgiving dinner Brooke tells Mark that little of Mrs. Danes silver collection is left. Jerry Field and his sister Daphne drop in and announce they will be neighbors for the winter. Sam adds them to the cast of his play. Later Inspector Harrison of the local police visits Mark and is Informed about the missing will and silver. As Harrison leaves, Lola arrives. She announces that she and her new husband, Bert Hunt, have started a neighborhood filling station. Mark almost makes a break about the missing will and Brooke is suspicious. Betuming home, she sees Lola talking covMrs. Mr. Micawber, ertly to Henri. Danes pet parrot, is missing. Henri is ugly and warns Brooke she bad better like to marry her. and Clotilde. him ris threat that he could put her out of Lookout House. A sound! Someone had touched the knob on the other side of the door! Had the person remembered that both keys had been left? Now-n- ow Mark and she would find out who had taken the silver. Stealthily she touched the button and plunged the top floor into darkness. She raced up the stairs. Caromed into Mark Trent coming out of the storeroom. She clutched his sleeve; whispered: Shut the door! Quick! Someone is fumbling at the hall key. Perhaps hell come for this one. He held her by one arm as he noiselessly closed the door. In the dark he drew her into another room. Side by side they waited. Brookes heart shook her body. How could the man so near her help hearing it thump in the tomblike silence? A spot of light. Creeping up! Creeping up! Her breath Caught in a gasp. An arm slipped round her shoulders and held her so close that the scent of the crushed gardenias was sickish. Ssch! Mustnt let him know we are here! Mark Trent whispered. The spot of light illumined the d key in the door, illumined the hand which gently turned it and as gently drew it out. black-glove- Mark Trent felt the hard beating girls heart as his arm tightened about her shoulders, the softness of her skin against his hand.. He didnt dare release her for fear she might make a sound and reveal their presence to the unknown person in the h'all. What a good little sport she was. She had followed him into his house with no embarrassment, but with a modern girls interpretation of propriety, her ignoring of outworn conventions.. Just the same, he wished fervently that she was back in her own living-rooin that chair before the fire, for there was no dodging the fact that black-glove- d fingers had withdrawn the key from the lock. To whom had they belonged? The words on the scrap of paper he haid picked up from the floor of the storeroom and replaced on the table teased his mind. Make X on cover when That was all. What cover? Much as he wanted to know, he couldnt let Brooke Reyburn get mixed up in the mess. When he had discovered the silver, his first thought had been of her and the thrill she would get from seeing it. If he hadnt brought her, he would be on the mans neck by this time. It seemed hours that he stood rigid, listening, with the only sound the Underground roar of a great city, the faint wail of the distant siren, and the girls unsteady breathing. He strained his ears. Was a door being closed cautiously, or was his He imagination playing tricks? must find out. He couldnt stay here forever. He put his mouth close to Brookes ear. He felt the softness of her hair against his face. Dont move. Dont speak. Ill come back. Whenever in after life he smelled the fragrance of a gardenia, he would remember this night, he told himself. He took a cautious step into the hall. Listened. The house was so quiet that he could hear the tick of the old clock on the stairs. He tiptoed to the door of the room in which he had found the silver and ran his fingers lightly over the knob. The key was gone. He felt his way down; he didnt dare use the flash. The lamp in the lower hall provided a faint light. Gently he turned the knob of the connecting door. It was locked. Someone had followed him down the stairs! He felt a presence. Fool, not to have suspected that an accomplice might be hidden in the dark. He shouldnt have left Brooke. He must get back to her no matter who was between them. He wheeled with pantherlike agility. Raised his flashlight to bring it crashing down on a head. Mark! Mark! It was Brooke Reyburns voice, her hand on his arm. The stiffening went out of his knees. Relief was submerged in a mighty rush of anger as he gripped her shoulders. What do you mean by coming down when I told you not to move? What do you mean? I might have of the m CHAPTER VI Continued 11 reached the question and a at the same time. As Mark Trent opened it, a slightly musty smeli, a blend of camphor and old books and ancient furniture, stole out. He motioned with the flash in bis hand. Brookes eyes followed the light. She set her teeth hard in her lips to keep back an exclamation of astonishment. On a large table, illumined by the spotlight, surrounded by boxes and trunks and storeroom litter, was a massive and perhaps a dozen dishes and pitchers of silver, tarnished to a light copper color. A scrap of paper drifted to the floor. Its a great hide-ou- t, isnt it? She nodded in answer to the low, amused question. When did you discover it? Thought I heard strange sounds upstairs when Jed and I were waiting for you in the living-roothe other afternoon. The Japs rooms are in the L. on the first floor, and when I had this house opened I told the caretaker not to touch the third. After you and Mrs. Gregory left, I investigated and found this silver. Ive been on the watch ever since to discover who put it here. This afternoon someone slipped a eog, and left both must have keys; been frightened off, or else they were left purposely so that a second party might have access to the She door tea-servi- m loot. Who put the loot, as you call it, ui(that room? Thats what you and I will find . out. That you and I was fuse namite. Brooke leaned back me balustrade. You will, your sleuth e are to dy- against you mean, Jed Stewart. spies, arent you? aetectives. Mark, to you, 10 Sam, and all the time spying on his sister and you and You and Amateur you say you are accusing you came down alone, so I crept after you. What did you see? Nothing here but the door is locked. d hand did pull the A key from the storeroom door, didnt it? I didnt dream it, did I? If you did, I was in the same dream, Brooke. Wonder when they intend to remove the stuff. You think someone is planning to take it away? Why else should it be there? It probably was moved from Lookout House to this one, which has been unoccupied for years, before I came back here to live. After Aunt Mary Amanda went, I was the only person who would know about the silver, and I was far away in South America. Thats why Henris face turned chalky when he saw me enon Thanksgivter your living-rooing day. Then you noticed it too? I thought it might be my imagination. He was white, all right. Come on, we cant get back to Lookout House through this door. Wed better beat it downstairs and out that way. Lucky I pocketed your key. Hurry! Hurry! Suppose it was Henri who left those keys in the doors? Suppose he remembered that he had left them and stole back from the mov'es? I told him that you and Jed Stewart would be with us for supper after rehearsal. He may be looking for me now to see if I was telling the truth. In the lower hall, which was slightly scented by the smoky aroma of open fires, Mark laid a detaining hand on her shoulder. Wait! Listen! The stillness of the rooms was accentuated by the low moan of the wind at the corner of the house, by the muted thunder of the sea, by the sharp crackle of a burning log; was haunted by the weird wail of the distant siren, but no human sound intruded. Coasts clear. Lets go. Hold on! Mark Trent frowned at her bare arms and throat, ivory tinted above the lace of her frock. You need a wrap. To go from one door to another! Dont be foolish. If wc dont hurry, Henri may get there before us. d living-rooIn the at Lookout House, Mark Trent threw a log on the smoldering fire and poked it into flame. Come here and get warm, Brooke. You are still shivering. If I am, it is from excitement, not cold. She toasted her fingers at the blaze. What do we do next? Watchful waiting seems our best bet. You would say that. I dont like the implication, but well let that ride for the present. What move would you suggest? black-glove- m high-ceiling- green-walle- ed m know, but lets do someI hate sitting on the sidething. lines I hate waiting. First we must find out who took the key from th storeroom door. If you hadnt held me, I would have dasheu at him and found out. I had a hunch you would; thats why I grabbed you. Afraid I crushed I dont your gardenia. Brooke put her hand to her shoulder. Theyre gone! Where could I have lost them? Dont make a tragedy of it. Ill get you another. Mark Trent had never seen brown eyes so flamingly gold, cheeks so red as Brookes. Im not making a tragedy of it, and I dont want another gardenia. For an amateur detective amateur is the word with a capital A you are dense, Mark Trent. Suppose the person in the attic went back for something and picked them up? Wouldnt he know at once that he was being watched? I thought of that so I brought this along. He held a flower in the palm of his hand. The once waxen petals were brown at the edges, but they had the feel of velvet in his You dont want it now, fingers. He slipped it back into do you? his pocket. Ill keep it as a souvenir cf our late dive into the underworld. I do want it and the other too. Because Field gave them to you? I dont know where the other is; didnt realize that there were two. You dropped thi3 as you came into this house. Better let me keep it. Would you want him to know that it had been crushed out of shape against my shoulder? Just why should Jerry assume that it was your shoulder against which the gardenia was crushed? You are not the only man in my Brooke reminded life, you know, disdainfully. I intend to keep the flower. Mark Trent felt the color surge to his hair and recede. He had caught back to be in time. I havent had a chance, Brooke, to tell you how ridiculous Mrs. Hunts suggestion was that that I had any thought of trying to keep Aunt Mary Amandas money in the family by Why stumble over it? Why teU me again that you wouldnt marry 'me? This is the second time. First in Jed Stewarts office and now here. To save a third attempt to impress the fact on me, Ill tell you that I wouldnt marry you if you were the only man in the world. Divorced men leave me cold. Sometime perhaps Ill have the privilege of refusing to marry you. He knew now the sensation of a knife being plunged into his heart. He drew the gardenia from his pocket and dropped it into her lap. Here it is. Water may revive it. he twirled the stem in her fingers. It is past recovery. She flung I dont it into the wastebasket. care for rejuvenated gardenias any more than I care for warmed-ove- r love. That sounds like a car. Can they have come so soon? Better not speak of what we ' discovered, Mark suggested hastily, as she started for the hall. She left the room without answering. He salvaged the flower and thrust it into his pocket. He was not keeping it for sentimental reasons, he assured himself, but as a reminder of how near he had come to forgetting that all he had to warmed-ove- r offer a girl was g self-contr- ol an-swe- r. The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one often comes from a strong will and the other from a strong wont. Sport that is sport only for the onlookers, is not sport. Intimate fellowships sail the sea of Give and Take. Being resigned to the inevitable is sometimes an excuse for the yellow streak. A man never forgets a snub. That is the reason it does him so much good, by stirring him into action. You're the Smithy You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself into one. It would be strange if the company a man keeps didnt know him. Impudence is not due to lack of respect so much as it is to bad training in manners. It seems as if none of our history would ever be as interesting as the founding of the 13 colonies. Strive to be patient. Work steadily. Remember the dictionary was not compiled in a single day or year. The increase of knowledge only produces more to wonder about. A gossip makes a mountain out of a molehill and then brings it to you. I WAS NEVER SO EMBARRASSED -- FOR ACID-INDIGESTIO- I KNEW THAT N WAS DISTRESSING TO ME AND OFFENSIVE TO OTHERS , love. Sam Reyburn entered the living-rooand flung his blue covered to the table. He dropped into script the wing chair with a groan. Voices in the hall thinned in the distance. Mark Trent could distinguish Jerry m BUT NOW--1 just ALKALIZE THE EASY PHILLIPS' WAY The quick way to alkalize is this: Take two teaspoons of Phillips Milk of Magnesia 30 minutes after eating and drinking. Or, when take two Phillips' among others Tablets that come in a small flat tin you carry in purse or vest You do it unnoticed. pocket. Relief is almost immediate. Gas, nausea, acid breath and other offensive symptoms leave. That stuffed feeling and pains from acid indigestion cease to annoy. You feel great. This is the way, we believe, more doctors use than any other when alkalizing upset stomach. Fields laugh, Lucettes rather tone, Brookes questioning murmur, and Daphnes drawl. He looked at the dejected figure in the chair, at the long legs outstretched. Whats wrong, Sam? Arent you high-pitch- ed home early? Whats wrong with you, youre white as a sheet? Im okay, its these artistic lights that play the dickens with ones Didnt Stewart and the rest cast come with you? color. of the (TO BE CONTINUED) Natural History Student Finds Most Poisonous Snakes Npt Vicious or Mean there was some means of silent between penguins communication undue influence, of hypno-toinof case in a although sympathy, an old woman into leaving no audible conversation was there nor a fortune. I ought to have mown what Natural History. Not one have I at the time. He says, What is the of me when you thought between you said that. I do now. found to be vicious or mean, but secret of communication Find out terror-strickeknown to are Giraffes animals? who stole the silver. panicky, afraid, only Youve put 'No one has like a frightened bird or mam- be absolutely silent. inspector Harrison on the case, a sound, yet utter havent you? I wish you luck. mal at first. The king cobra, Egyp- ever heard them viis one if separated by a hill giraffe She jerked her wrist free and ran tian cobra, puff adder, Gaboon of the herd to which Austhe from black sight Down the snake, per, Australian stairs. She stopped at the that herd takes and he the snake sea ot of them. A belongs, snake, tralian tiger like that she tirade as the the as well single giraffe knows inad just delivered alarm, and the coral snake, took ones breath and or a fer-- d gallops to join the herd. coppermoccasin, stantly the minute. Why, why had she let we can account for do not think of I rattlesnakes 13 Mark the and species head, Magnificent know that she rethis have all by suggesting the existence of that I have tamed, suspected his reason for occupying sound vibration to which our ears of a ne house? to sympamy gesture sponded She, who had prided hernot are self on her attuned; we seeirt comthy and understanding. in business? back upon some wave to fall know very, very pelled Somehow they "hy couldnt she be diplomatic? is used by certain I which of and that er I am thought soon friendly, that struck you! outrageous temper was the of lower the animals, although unThank Heaven she had had But you didnt, Mark. 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