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Show LTAH LEW FREE PRESS. LEHl f? uu 1 LmmJ By Ben Am miiunms nmES 2 1' i 2 RED 3 BRIGHT BLUE SYNOPSIS Barbara Sentry, arekmf to sober up hr neon. Johnnie Boyd, on the way home from a party, (lap him. and attract! the attention of a policeman, whom the boy knock down. As he arresti him. Professor Brace of Harvard cornet to the rescue and drive Barbara home. On the way they see Barbara father driving from the direction of hu office at 12 45. but when he Kets home he tell! hit wife it is II 15 and that he ! been playing bridge at the club Next day Sentry report! hu office hai bfen robbed and a Mis Winn, former temporary employee, killed The evenlr.f? papers luridly confirm the tory, and Sentry takes ft hard. Mary, elder daughter, in love with Neil Ray. young interne at the hospital where the works, goei off to dinner at Gus Loran'a. Sentry'! partner, with Mrs Loran's brother, Jimmy Endle Mr. and Mrs Sentry call on old Mrs Sentry, and Barbara, alone, receive! Dan fisher, reporter, who advise her not to talk Phil Sentry, son at Vale. I disturbed at the possible implication! and suspicion of Miss Wines' absence from her room for three day! during August. He goes home to help Sentry is arretted and booked for murder. Dan Fisher explains the evidence against him that the robbery wai a fake, the lafe opened by one who knew the combination, changed tnce Miss Wine' employment there that a back door key, a duplicate of Sentry's, was found In the girl's purse, and that Sentry, too. had been away those three days in August. Brace calls, and backs up Barbara in her denial that Sentry could have done ft. because of the discrepancy of time between the slaying and their aeelng Sentry on the road. Phil, showing the police over the house, finds his strong box forced open and hi gun, which only his father knew of. gona. tinued 10 Irons looked at him for a moment soberly. Then he took Phil's arm. "Steady, Mr. Sentry," he said. "The folks upstairs will need all you've got." Phil said chokingly, "Damn you, what is itr" "Somebody's burned a lot of money in the furnace," the Inspector told him. "You can still read the printing on the ashes of some of the bills." "What of it?" Phil insisted. "And there's an envelope, a long one, only half burned, with the firm name on it. Sentry and Loran. Whoever tried to burn it was in a hurry, didn't finish the job." Phil protested, "But I don't Irons said quietly: "Someone took some money out of your father's safe, Thursday night. We've been wondering what they did with it. Where it had gone." see" For the rest of that day, Phil was like a man dazed by an actual physical blow. He had, till he saw that rifled metal box in the recess under the window seat, not even contemplated the possibility of his father's guilt. That possibility had been, perhaps, in the back of his mind; but he had not faced it. His faculties had been concentrated upon the fact of Mr. Sentry's arrest, with all the terrors that arrest implied: and upon the fact that his sisters, his mother, his grandmother looked to him now for strength and heartening. He felt himself young and futile and inadequate to the task imposed; he tried to grow in a moment from an irresponsible boy into the man the situation demanded. He thought more of them than of his father till, looking over the Inspector's shoulder, seeing the. metal box that had been forced open, remembering what it had contained, remembering that Miss Wines had been shot, he heard himself lying by instinct, blindly, clumsily. And he saw a moment later that the Inspector knew he had lied; and while panic filled him. Sergeant Kane appeared and led them to the cellar where worse appeared. Someone had stolen his gun, and none but his father knew where it was! Someone had burned money in the furnace, and none but his father could have done that! And Inspector Irons had felt this evidence to be conclusive. That certainty was clear in the older man's eyes, plain for Phil to read. The Inspector's sureness, more than his own senses, convinced Phil ; drove home to him the shattering realization. His father was a mur- derer. Phil might have been proud of his bearing that morning. When he and Inspector Irons came up from the cellar, Oscar spoke to him, said Mrs. Sentry would like him to drive her to town to see Mr. Sentry; and Phil said, "Right!" He could not for a moment face his mother; so he called to her from the hall, "I'll bring the car around." He went to do so, brought the small car,' the one his father always drove. At the front door he blew his horn; and his mother and Barbara presently came out, and Barbara kissed Mrs. Sentry, hugged her tight. "Give father a big kiss for me," she directed. "Tell him I love him nd I think he's grand and I'll come see him tomorrow sure!" And she called to Phil, "Drive carefully I" Phil tried his voice, and its very familiarity was reassuring. That at least was unchanged. He had thought the world was changed. "Sure," he promised; and as Ins mother got in beside him, "All right, mother?" beh i BLACK mi(ri CHAPTER SDR HOW-T-Q. She pulled the door shut. "Mr. Hare said to come to his office, Phil," she directed. And Phil got the car under way; and he told her how much seeing her would cheer his father. "You're always so strong and steady and sure," he said. "Ever since I was a youngster, it always made me feel better to come dump my troubles in your lap. All of us." He talked so much about her and about his father that it did not occur to her to think of Phil himself. Her thoughts already cast forward to the interview that lay ahead. She dreaded it so terribly; yet it must be faced, must be gone through. When after a dazed half hour of preliminaries she found herself wait- ing for Arthur to be brought to her, she looked at her surroundings with an almost impersonal curiosity. They seemed to her hideous; a small room, a table, two chairs. A grill of slender bars at the one window, a smell of disinfectants . . . She was to see Arthur alone; but the door would be open, and an officer in a position to watch them through the open door. It did not occur to her that the District At- torney's old friendship for Arthur had led him to permit her unusual More Denn had consideration. warned her they would be watched, she thought th hard enough. Arthur came in. A man walked nr thi mnrninff " she assented int nn them in every way." "He's all right." "I'd like him better if Mrs. Loran were nicer. She and I don't speak the same language. You heard Mary tell how she behaved the other night, at that dinner when Mr. Loran wasn't there. As if she were a burlesque actress, Mary said." "Mary always hated Gus. He used to kiss her and Barbara whenever he saw them when they were youngsters, and Mary always hated to be kissed. Gus did it to tease her, as much as anything." He added, after a moment: "I expect Mary takes it all this pretty hard. She's the sort who would." She confessed: "1 think she's worried about what Neil Ray's attitude will be. He's rather a prig. But Mary loves him." "It will all clear up in a few days," he predicted. "I hope so." She spoke after a moment, in a tone curiously humble. "But Arthur I think we have I to be honest with each other. know what time you came home." He stared at her; and she saw his cheek drawn and pale. She said: "It was quarter of one." After a long while he spoke, very He said: slowly, in a low tone. "Yes, Ellen. It was quarter of one, half-pas- t twelve, about that, any- - ' wretchedly. don't I there "She now kn-j, lay was-- sht . sr.e k ' la, I . mere, cailed have to I head. mv ought Ion to. I afraid I was but the police, left her there, went home. I thougiit " if r.o ere saw me She sa.d, gently: "You always uere afraid of things. Arthur. You found her there dead?" "Yes " CROSS-STITC- H LS It f lying there?" "There was someone with her. A man. They had robbed the safe, taken the money. He ran past me in the dark as I came up the stairs." And he said again, in a helpless res- f "Barbara must tell them if they ask her. None of lie." He made a bitter "It will be hard enough Hi WITH HAKL) TWIST NEEDLEPOINT "Just ignation: the truth you must gesture. to make TjTT "SQUARES ON ROUND THREAD ART LINEN L YARH BAtKING BRIGHT VELVET Of i BLUE J ' s. Dr. them believe the truth lost my head, ran away, left 3'J lie pincushion a best BUPe'i square. 'I he velvet used fotW 4--Mrs. Sentry said: "Barbara has THE Town Improvement was giving a sale to ing adds the richness that f alreadv told them. She told Mr. Flood." raise funds in a village where we small gifts should have. Sawj, from an old mattrea. He was white. Our hostess had or hair were visiting. .. x I "She thought that if Miss Wines I been to the sale early in the day most Bausiaciory ior If you would like to makeup ft" was really killed nt ahout one, as and triumphantly displayed tiny pur- of these cushions for gifUon the papers said, you couldn't have pincushions 1 done it. So sup tn'd h m you were chased for Christmas gifts. They your next bazaar, clip these din at home before that, to prove to were so colorful and quaint that tions and keep them as they v ; J him that you didn't do it." we went in search of some. We not in either of the books offe( : I about found them, but on every one was Deiow. "Miss 'Wcs wr NOTE: Mrs. Spears' Book J. ! twelve o c:ol:;," he sa.J, half to himpinned a ticket "SOLD"! Thc?ady n self. had scored a hit who made those Gifts, Novelties and Embroida 1 three-incas her nas "How do you know?" pincushions little neipeu inuusanas oi womaj 1 to the fancywork use odds and ends of mate He stared at her. "She was killed contribution i booth. They were kept for dis- and their spare time to n4 before that," he amended suddenly. to use. Bookk things to sell and "Before I got there. Bob Flood play even after they were sold. The top of the cushion should Sewing, for the Home Decoritj, knows" He rose in haste. "You'd better go, Ellen," he said. "Tell be made on tapestry canvas or is full of inspiration for nq These books wk Dean Hare I must see him right round thread art linen so that the homemaker. away. You see, I've told them, up threads may be counted easily in delightful Christmas gifts. Mi This Spears will autograph themn to now, that I was at home at elev- - making the en fifteen. I hoped I could lie out foundation material should be quest. Crazypatch quilt leaflet of it. But now I may have to tell marked off in squares as included free with every order k them the truth." shown in the diagram at the upper both books. Address: Mrs. Spea She rose to face him; she asked right. The numbers indicate the 210 S. Desplaines St., Chicago, 1, j each Eooks are 25 cents each. color used for softly, "You didn't kill her, Arthur?" that I her there." "Told-Alrea- Cross-stitc- seller. h dy?" . cross-stitche- d ( h cross-stitche- s. h g cross-stitchin- "Of course not! Ellen, don't you believe" "You can tell me!" He hesitated. He said then, in a quickly mustered anger, "I told you, I didn't!" But she had felt his hesitation; she watched him pitifully, and he cried: "What are you waiting for? Go on. Tell Dean Hare" And she said, submitting: "Very well, Arthur, I'll tell Dean. I'll do whatever you say." He turned abruptly toward the door. The policeman came to meet him. She thought he went away almost eagerly, as though glad to escape the question in her eyes. She waited for a while after he had gone, in that hideous little room, l. fighting for Arthur's Mr. Hare Said to Come to His Office, Phil." hesitation had been like confession. His mustered at her insistHe asked, "How did you ence had been anger beside him, stopped with him in the way. eloquent. She knew of and click know?" she heard the doorway, now surely that he was guilty. She "Barbara saw you." metal. But she heard it at a great faced the future, daz.ed, feeling noth"Barbara?" Sudden panic in the ing. A dreadful distance, all her senses concentrattime, a lifetime ed in her eyes. word. that must be endured. "Yes." He was so little changed! Except She thought, almost amused: His eyes were flickering with rapperhaps that he seemed tired, and I've always been so proud. And she that his eyes were inflamed, he was id thought. His fists clenched on remembered something she had said not changed at all. Yet he had the table; he lifted one and lowered to Arthur long ago. something about been gone so long. She tried to it again, and sweat was on his brow. a scandal. I could not forgive a "I hoped no one saw me," he adremember how long, and realized she had warned him then. scandal, incredulously that it was no more mitted. "Barbara?" She did not There was no question of forthan a matter of hours. speak; and he said at last, hopelessHe came toward her, rubbing his ly: "Well, if they ask her, she must giveness now. Too late for that. wrist with his hand. He stopped, tell them. None of you must lie, Just, somehow, to endure, to live. But Arthur had given her a mesfacing her. He said, from a little Ellen. Tell them the truth." "Tell me the truth, Arthur," she sage for Dean Hare, wished to see distance: "Well, Ellen! I'm glad you Dean right away. And-P- hil came." pleaded. was "I had nothing to do with the girl, waiting for her. She rose and She said: "We must sit down. moved. Dean says, with the table between Ellen! I didn't murder her!" In the car, Phil asked, "Well how She asked no question; and after us, and our hands in sight. On the table, perhaps." He nodded. "They have to be careful, I suppose." They sat down; and he said, "How are the children, all right?" "We're distressed, of course. The policeman is watching us, Arthur." "I suppose so." His eyes held hers. He said: "Ellen I'd have done anything possible to spare you all this. The whole thing is Just a series of miraculous coincidences." "It is incredible, yes." "Of course, it will straighten out in a day or two. I had nothing to do with that girl, Ellen. But you know that, of course." "You've told them so?" "Of course. Why, Ellen, they say themselves that she was killed about one o'clock. I was home long before that." She felt, almost to her own surprise, a deep compassion in her heart. He said urgently: "You know that, yourself. You were awake when came home." She hesitated. "No. Arthur," she amended, "I wasn't awake. I woke up, asked you what time it was." "Well, I told you. It was quarter past eleven." She tried to speak, but her throat was tight. He tapped the table between them with his fingertips. "Good of you to come," he repeated, and he said: "Gus came last night, late. He camp over from New York on the five o'clock and saw an extra tne station, and hurried right up here. It helped to see him. You feel pretty much a pariah, in jail, you know." Mrs. Sentry smiled dutifully at the feeble humor. "He call J me edible. 1 When you ask your dealer for Acid-Fre- e Quaker Slate Winter Oil, you are taking the maximum precaution to insure Winter driving. Quaker State pioneered in the development of motor oils for Winter use. Its low cold test will relieve you of starting troubles. Each drop of od is rich, pure, lubricant . . . pure as die driven snow pure uuuoies rromdge, carbon or cor- m n.UM rncinn " ... wuuuy overcome. (Quaker State Oil Refining Corp., Oil City, Pa. care-fre- d a moment he went on, hurriedly: is he?" "This is what happened. I went "Oh, he's fine," she said. "Don't to the office, after the bridge game worry, Phil, he's fine!" Whatever broke up, to get that coffee-po- t of her own certainty, the children need yours. I'd forgotten it when I left not know. in the afternoon." His lips twisted TO BE COMIM F.D) ...so Marble Floor of Library of Congress Given Care Equal to That of Costly Gem People think they take good care of their biggest diamond ring. The chances are ten to one they take less care of it than the Library of Congress takes with its floors. People wash their rings in any soap, and bump them against metal objects. There is no such "rough stuff" with the classically beautiful marble floors in the Library of Con- termine Mates Cvts 7?ut acids The acids might stain the mari ble, Bond explained. "The marble is priceless." he said ' I would not estimate what it would cost to replace it. For in stance, we have two mantelpieces" V, ft t thv t JBI III I I 111 ' Hotel v' l iA-Jc- - ,n SALT Thovmancui P - CAFETERIA Jf 1 DINING EVERY Houi Mr' yaj th popularity BATHS 400 ROOMS-4- 00 Kates 2.00 fo $4.00 i'"9'" DINING ROOM All Located off LAKE CITY of repeat guests Tear athwt 1 l- S-Wri- mew unit SE JI v' 1 &Otei,at ACTIVITIES CENTER at the mmm I " II VI M Quaker State Wmter Oil if the soap contained They cost about $3,300 originally" But you can t eet that ble now. It has been said gress. worth many thousands of they are" dollars Those floors cannot even be Bond has scrubbed with a mop, for fear of the can t stop a just one trouble-- he person who has meta' metal pails chipping the edges of the marble slabs, according to W. C. rear that the scraping of metv Bond, superintendent of the build- plates will chip the marble n U A Kilt ing. Instead, a corps of each night goes over the shining tions. When"a,a iaKcn some precauperson carries a with marble soft cloths, scrubbing into the he must check ?t the stone with painstaking care, and the library, library g.ves him another writes a United Press correspondent which ,s shod with a rubber in the Chicago Daily News. Not only that, but no soaps or check That aK0Ufmb?Ua' he washing powders touch the floor until they are thoroughly tested by the bu rcau of standards to determine Shave Hindu Boy's that they contain no abrasives such Between the ages of Head nine and as sand, which would scratch the twelve the orthodox Hindu boy has finely polished surfaces. his head shaved, Before the bureau of standards strand of hair on leaving a sman was established, the library force invested with the top. He is sacred thread anS used to take a piece of marble and thus formally adm.tted into the in i' a solution of soap to de- soak practice of Hinduism. char-wome- e BUFFET Main Lobby DANCING vd W( SATURDAY NIGHT RIEWIHIDILJE ru,llum WATERS, r.sfd.M . |