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I could see Victor passing the steps of the Church as I came alongside Uie gruesome body In the charred place where the Osh house had been. He wasn't going to the basement then. Now. he was making for the ledge above Pirate's Mouth. I could see him throwing himself at full length. Two others lay down beside him. They got up and the rest of them lay down. What had they found? What had they found! I came up to where Potter and the minister and Hugh were still lying on the ground, as Victor turned and saw me. "So you've seen It? She knew It was there. She thinks you put it there! "What, In heaven's name? The others came scrambling to their feet "Say that again. Judy, Hugh said. "You mean Miss Kendall thought Quade put something down there? Cosh, he was mad. Hugh pulled me away and stood back himself, as if he expected Victor to push one of us over the cliff. I saw I had pulled another boner and against Victor Quade, the one person I trusted! He smiled faintly. "Let's have It, Judy. Say just what you did before. She knew it was there? enough - "Keep your shirt on," Quincy Got too thick for her. swered. She took it on the lam back to the seen his to get rid of mc,'w-hohandwriting, stm had five hundred of his dollars and the diamond ring, for all be knew. I began to puzzle about Lily's death her suspicions of Victor Quade. He did have the ring. He had told me to put the money back In the drawer. He was, after all. a stranger. And now the title on his typewriter came flashing across my anguished brain Murder on the Bluff! Wat that just a coincidence? Or was be really killer, so daring that he even heralded his crimes? All the while Hugh was talking to me, while the men went In a body across to the Castle drive. Hugh and I kept on behind them, and once I quickened my pace to catch up. "Judy, you don't think that scarf being tied around her throat means that I strangled the poor woman. You know me better than that, don't you? I couldn't bear it if if you He found difficulsuspected that ty In going on; his face was in torment "I swear that scarf the spot global war i bringing to the American people in March Bn appeal from their lied Cross for funds, In on amount commensurate with the largest army Uit nation has ever known. Just as vast numbers of the men in the armed forces come from ths smaller communities and rural territory of America, so must a great part of the money to assure the welfare of these men far from home come from the home folks. The 1943 War Fund goal of $123,000, 000 is the greatest ever set for any single campaign in the history of the American Red Cross. But the nation is reminded by Chairman Norman II. Davis that the usual membership roll call was not held last November. Therefore, the combined enrollment and War Fund appeal in March is intended to finance the work of the organization until February 23, "1)TAL 1944. off. "Here, wait! Don't go alone. Uncle Wylie!" I shouted. "Hell be O. K.. Judy. Go with him if you wish," Mr. Quincy said, holding up his cane. "I've got this, "Will he be aU right alone, Mr Quade?" "I dont see why not Just left there, didn't we? He'll be a lot safer than we will. To see the glance Victor gave our crew made me shake in my boots. They emerged from the garage and closed the door behind them The Lane stables, perhaps I ought to have explained, were fairly new having been built on the site of the old bam, the boat house and garage adjoining forming a rambling e structure which considerably annoyed Aunt Nella, as It hid part of the picturesque stone castle from the Inn. I began wheeling Mr. Quincy slowly up and down the drive, one eye on my Uncle Wylie approaching the perilous Pirate's Mouth, the other on the castle doors. Quincy talked a blue streak, his tired old eyes searching the seascape. "Dont see why somebody doesn' turn up, be said, pointing his cane toward town. Were off the beaten path. "But tourists holiday j 8341 12-4- milk-whit- on my sister's coat the my golf club was found fact that The men had broken into the boat house easily enough, via the pane De Witt had smashed with Hughs club that night on the lawn. All they had to do was reach in and unlock the garage window. But once inside the connecting door was quickly thrown open to reveal two rowboats and a canoe all with worse holes in them than Uncle Wylies! Well, gentlemen, does this tell you anything? Victor asked the lot of us as we gazed, horrified, at the holes in the boats and canoe. "Looks like theres a crazy man hidden around here somewhere, De Witt said, picking up a doorI think we ought to arm stop. ourselves and continue our search. You mean the Castle, too? Potters hand twisted nervously.Then he began hunting around for a weapon, finally tugging at an oar. A paint brush suited him better. Some of them picked up rocks from outside. The minister opened g a jackknife. I didnt feel too badly when Victor asked if Mr. Quincy and I would watch the exits. There were only the driveways and the sea ahead, but what should we do if a madman came leaping at us? "You neednt fear, Victor said, divining my thoughts, as he so often had during this mutual experience of murder. "Im sure well find no vicious-lookin- one. "Queer how you should be sure, Im not forflung at him. getting you knew wheye to find that poor woman." "Better not say too much, Norcross. Victors teeth gleamed in a half smile. Why, they might have been pleasantries! exchanging "Wasn't my scarf around her neck. Did your sister ever find that blue one of yours? "Damn you, Quade! Leave my sister out of this. Do you think she strangled the Kendall woman? ' "I think nothing. Im only telling you to keep quiet better for you in the end, the less you say. "Why damn your dirty insinu Victor came out of the boathouse and entered the garage. I wheeled Mr. Quincy close to the door, beside where Hugh stood scowling and sullen, but he forgot his anger as the men examined Roddy Lane's car. Hugh It. Nothing to go hell- bent over; no attractions that bring the mob, like Nantasket and Revere. Bathings no good here, either. Rockville's the place. Got fair beach along there. Ours," indicated the tiny strip from the foot of the bluff to the woods back of our old bam, too rocky even with bathing shoes. "S'pose lots of folks are sleeping it off after the wild night before the Fourth. Never saw such a quiet place. "Don't make me laugh! Did you say quiet, sir? Perhaps its because so few people know there is a Pirate's Head. No houses on the Neck. Natives never come here except to sell milk and truck. There wasnt a sign from the Castle, save occasionally a form at window, which we decided was one of our party. Uncle Wylie disappeared from sight, and I closed my eyes and silently said a little prayer for him. In no time I saw him climbing back again, coming toward us. I turned the wheelchair down the drive to meet him. Your Aunt Nellas gonna be hop-pi- n mad, he grinned. He rested a moment to learn what the men were doing. His kind old face sobered as he scratched his grizzled head, a gesture he indulged when upset 2 bunting require 5s yards 36 or material, fl1 yards ribbon binding. Send your order to: Plenty of Variety. OULL be tempted to make 1 dickies in several colors to wear with this smart jacket suit. If you do you will find that the one suit will seem different every time you change dickies. The simple, comfortable lines of both jacket and skirt are ever so be- three-in-on- worse? The questions Thaddeus Quincy hurled at those silent men! "Did she fall? How did it happen? Speak, man, cant you? Let the others answer questions. Victor walked with me. "Now, we've got to do something. Break in the Lane boat house, I'd suggest. "There's an idea, Potter quaked. Uncle Wylie, for all his lean years, kept well ahead of everybody. He was hurrying to find a second suitable covering for the body, but he paused to call over bis shoulder: Judy, better come along with me. This aint no fitten comp'ny for a young girl. "Hes right. Hugh dropped back a step and shouted, Til stay with Then her, Mr. Gerry! jie noticed Bessie wasn't with us. "Wheres my sister?" he cried, bis face full of terror. AMERICAN RED CROSS d "That's just First Clothes. VTS! These are clothes you can coming. make of flannelette for the little stranger yourself. We've kept them very simple so that even if you haven't sewn much before you can make these. Bonnet, sacque, wrapper, sleeper and bunting are in one size only but that size is big enough for a baby of any age up to six months. a Pattern No. a a Pattern No. B34! la tn sizes 13, 14. 16, 18. 20; 40 and 42. Size 14, with abort material. sleeves, takes 34 yards a 8324 Includes S pieces, in one size only, for infants to six months. 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Fireworks at Rockville tonight, though. Promised to take my wife. Better leave this business to the others and trail along, hadn't you, Judy?' ' I knew I should go with him. What was I being paid for? But curiosity is more compelling than clam chowder. Besides, there came one of our guests. It was Albion Potter. He seemed relieved and said so. Prepared It laughed the recruit. fool me. I know "What you think, Mr. Quincy? he asked. "Who is this Quade feller, anyhow, Judy? We both tried to answer. New Start I think Roddy Lane did it Mr. Erica Dont you think I am getQuincy said, and blew the bridge ting younger every day? up after him. Elsa Yes, I should not be sur"No, you don't He couldnt have to see your name in the prised I said. strangled poor Lily, Uncle Wylie looked at me in sur- births columns. prise. "Who said she was strangled? Hit on the head, she was. That scarf didnt do no damage." I clutched at him. "Are you sure? "Sartin, Im sure. He lit his pipe, offering tobacco to Mr. Quincy, who never smoked. "Bump on her head big as an aigg. "Then maybe Norcross didn't do it Our goal, Chairman Davis said, is based upon realistic estimates which, careful study shows, are actually needed to meet the heavy wartime obligations and responsibilities of the Red Cross. This sum covers local, national and international war-lim- e needs of the organization for one year barring unforeseen emergencies or disasters. It was established Bfter the Central Committee examined budget estimates of the national organization and its 3,750 chapters and 6,154 branches. To the serviceman the Red Cross is a dependable link with his family at home. No matter what happens the Red Cross will keep him in touch with his loved ones. The Red Cross, he knows, is interested not only in his personal welfare but in that of his family as well. He depends on his Red Cross field director and staff who follow the troops to the ends of the earth. The field director depends on the home chapter of the Red Cross to look after matters on the family end of this long line of communi-- ' cation. A womans dressmaker or her beauty parlor can lop 20 years off her age, but you cant fool a couple of flights of stairs. 'Croce tells me shes taking hot baths regularly to get her weight down. "Yes, she calls it the scorched girth policy . (TO BE ri. 2, "Not drop of gas In her! discovered. "Bet Lane had some when he filldrove In. Knew there waan't ing station this side of Rockville," Potter added. "Remember how the fire burned last night? Victor asked. "No wonder we heard the combustion. But that wouldn't account for the bridge. "You think the killer drained the tank and threw the gasoline on the fish bouse? "Not on the fish bouse, De Witt On the body inside. Uncle Wylie stuck his head In the door. He had a piece of sailcloth under his arm. "Mrs. Gerry says to tell you lunch is ready, he said. Nobody moved. "Well, Ive told you, so 't ain't my fault if everythin's cold. This do for down yonder? Victor nodded, and my uncle start-e- Inn. Hugh grabbed me by the arm and held me back while the others went on. I didn't like 1L I wanted to hear everything, and also. I'm not ashamed to confess, to keep with the crowd. If Lily Kendall could be killed for nothing by this this ma niac, how much more might he with "I don't know. Something something she thought you knew was there but, for reasons of your own, perfectly good reasons, of course, kept still about Was I making it coat PREPAREDNESS ' RttEASE an- What? I went over to the rock and lay down and got a look at what I can never forget to my dying day. Poor Lily Kendall lay sprawled in the far Even cleft of the Pirate's Mouth. I, who have heretofore seen practically no death at close range, knew she was gone. Her eyes stared sightlessly at the deep blue sky. Her body, too large to slide through the hideous rocky maw, had stuck grotesquely. But the horrible thing! A wave of nausea crept over me as i realized that the scarf around e neck was blue! Lilys Above me I could hear Hugh's voice grow strident, accusing Victor. Others chimed in. Victor himself dragged me to my feet. "Go back, dear. Go with Bessie. He Weve got to get past you. turned around and cried, "Here, Norcross, make yourself useful. Take these two girls back to the inn and keep em there. "And give you a chance to destroy some evidence! I guess not. You tied that scarf around her throat and you know it. Bessies haunted "What scarf? eyes sought mine. I shook my head. "Its' blue. A sort of French blue." Bessie turned and ran. The men were already making their way into the Pirate's Mouth, all of them, except the minister. Victor, Uncle Wylie, Hugh and Potter were all on that narrow shelf. I lay down on the rock and watched. The nausea had gone, but it returned a moment later when Mr. Quincys wheels hit my feet. What the hells going on down there? he demanded, thumping the rock. "Its Miss Kendall. She fell over! "Keep by me, child, Quincy said, shaking his head at De Witt. "Dont get near the edge again with anyHed whispered the last two body. words, but the minister wasnt paying any attention. I saw him hold down a hand, and presently Uncle Wylies head appeared. Hugh came next, then Potter and Quade, the last without his E ADD - Seven they say: "LAYING THE EGGS for dropping the bombs "BROWNED OFF for bored "PIECE OF CAKE for an easy job "CAMEL" for the Army mans favorite cigarette FIRST IN THS SERVICE With men in the Army, Navy, Marines, and Coast Guard, the favorite cigarette is CameL (Based on actual sales records in Post Exchanges and Canteens.) QUALITY counts more today than ever before, particularly in home baking. That's why more and more women are turning to Clabber Girl, the baking powder that has been the baking day favorite in millions of homes for years and years. 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