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Show TIIE SALINA SUN. SALINA, UTAH Famous American leaders Honored in China IPDOmTEMEAlD) By ISABEL WAITp THE STORY Who is teUin SO FAR: Judy Jason, the story, receives an anonymous letter enclosing $800 and aslt tag her to bid for an abandoned church to be auctioned the next day. She gets the church, only to find, In an old chest, the body of a man identified as Roddy Cane. The body disappears a few hours later. A fish shed burns, apparently killing an old man named Brown, who Is The supposed to have lived there. anonymous letter disappears. A golf club fount? near the chest 1s Identified as Hugh Norcross. The guests are once knore assembled at the church and Hugh has just said, "Dear, I wish youd ge back to the Inn." Now continue with Judys story. CHAPTER XI I felt a little squeeze on my arm, but whichever one of us he meant, Bessie did the answering. Not with- out you, Hughie. Youll find Ill stand by, no matter how they lie about you. No matter what they plant on you. Tell em to find scarf, why dont you? your blue shrilled Lily obliquely, That, would be a darned good idea! Hush," Hugh interrupted. Blew out to sea, probably. Were going to tell Quade about the auction. Hes got a bee in his bonnet it may have something to do with all these out- rages. If youll all go sit down somewhere anywhere, Victor suggested. And youre going to see the significance of this when were through. See if you dont. I wasnt here, so why dont I play auctioneer and ask the questions? Nobody has to answer anything he doesnt choose. Bessie Norcross stood up. My eyes had become accustomed to the dim interior, which, after the basement, seemed fairly light. Just one minDid you find ute, Bessie said. your bag, Judy? I want my door-kenot the one you gave me last night, which sticks halfway. Im planning on a nap after lunch and I intend to lock myself in. Id been sure the key Id swiped from the artists door really could lock Bessies. Now, somewhat flustered, I said: Ill get your key, Miss Norcross. Dont worry. Albion Potter leaned forward from, a pew behind where we were sitting in the church and exclaimed in my car: That reminds me! I havent a key to my room, Miss Judy. If if you could trouble your uncle to find me one, Id appreciate it, under the circumstances. Ill see to it. Anyway, I could supply his. But where the dickens was my bag? We all settled down on the edge of our pews. Ive got some work to do on my Will sermon, the minister said. this take long, Mr. Quade? You neednt stay at all, Victor said. Ill begin with you, then, sir. You did bid at the auction? Certainly, I bid. Didnt everybody? The Rev. Jonas De Witt had a powerful physique to match his voice. Now he stood up, a portly, middle-ageenigma, and held up his hands. I hoped he wasnt going to offer up a prayer. My friends, now that we are gathered together in this house of God, he began ministerially . House of the devil would be more like it! muttered the invalid, wheeling up closer. De Witt paid no attention to him Let us help Mr. Quade all we can. I bid twice, I think. He threw back his head with a pulpit gesture, folding his hands behind him, and start od to pace in front of the pews. And why did you want to own needs something to occupy her We found that the mind, he said. Head was still a pleasant place to come to," he went on hesitantly, one Her nervouseye on his keeper. ness was so much better, for one thing. The auction was fun, and here was a ready-mad- e chance to get the makings of a gifte shoppe cheap. I remember you said the old dump would make a good bonfire," Didnt Thaddeus Quincy chirped. burn up the w'rong building by mistake, did you, Norcross? Judy and I saw you scouting around last night, remember. Victor said Stop it, Quincy! Sit had risen. Hugh sharply. down, Norcross. Perfectly understandable. You wanted to allay any fears that you were anxious to get "What the devil are you insinuating? Nothing. Just that you thought youd get it cheaper the gifte shoppe for your sister if the others didnt see you were anxious. Thats right, Hughie. Just what Bessie you told me, remember? backed Victor. I kind of hoped I could get it for a studio, the artist spoke up. "But I couldnt go above the Gerrys. Hundred and fifty, didnt they bid, Judy? I said I thought so. And you, Miss Kendall? Me? Oh, uh, I didnt really want the old thing. Bid for the fun of it. Thought it would go cheap and I contents, about the mysterious letter asking you to buy the Quaker church. I did. Im sure I knew it practically word for word. They made me repeat it all over again. They appeared entirely surprised. And sent you the money! Lily How much, dearie? piped. But before I could say anything Victor retorted: Enough, so that she bought the church, as you all know. Had some over. Quite a sum. If we could see that letter Hugh began. Did he know it had been destroyed, that he dared ask for it? Yes, the letter, though I dont see what thats got to do with kilim Roddy Lane. You keep the rest of Shown at left is a scene at the banquet given in Chungking, China, by the Chinese Aeronautical comthat kale, honey, Lily ordered, to honor Brig. Gen. Claire Chennault, who won lasting fame as leader of the Flying Tigers, on the of mission, her long tiny catching string mixed beads on Albion Potters coat occasion of General Chennaults appointment as commander of the 14th U. S. air force. General Chennault button as she leaned across him is second from left. In picture at right, Lieut. Gen. Joseph Stilwell, commanding general of the and breaking it, as usual, in the area, is shown (with sweater) chatting with some of his officers at a base somewhere in China Both generals recently have had talks with Gen. George Marshall, chief of staff, in Washington. undoing. Shes going to," Victor cut in Put it away with the letquickly. ter, didnt you, Judy? The police will want to examine both of them." Victor was pretending the mystery letter was still safely concealed in my bureau drawer. He didnt want them to know Id discovered it was gone. But the person whod taken it would know. I had to say something. Near together, I said. I I put the money m my stocking at first, but after whats happened I wish-oI wish I could give it back. If one of you wanted me to do you the favor of buying the chtrrch, for goodness sake say so. Come out and admit it, so we wont connect it up with all these horrors. Nobody 6tirred. After a moment, Uncle Wylie asked in a strangled voice, Judy, does Nella know about this? But shes dyNo," I answered. ing to find out. She couldnt understand how I had $300 to plank down at an auction when she had to advance me my fare to the Head, and I dont blame her. I wanted to tell her, only the letter impressed silence upon me. So you put the money with the letter? I Well, its in the other stopped. He couldnt want me to tell them exactly where it was, of course. Just to hint to the thief - Inspiring pages in the story of Americas war effort are being written daily in the Oakland, Calif., Induswhod swiped the letter that hed overlooked tl money, and that Id trial Home for the Blind. Here skilled craftsmen produce clothing and bedclothes for the armed forces, in addition to making brooms for state hospitals. At left a blind worker cuts and trims a broom after it is bound overlooked t:i taking the letter. Victor on the handle. Center: Two blind women Wherever you mean, busily engaged in sewing pillow cases. Right: A worker with added pointedly, I hope its in a a Seeing Eye dog. The dogs guide the blind when they wish to leave the home. safe place. If the police can identify those bills it will help. See Tell him, Judy, Lily whispered: and the police wont never see em. I think he sent the letter himself. So there! Uncle Wylie hurried out of the door, without a word to anybody. The rest of us were all talking at once. They asked me so many questions I was afraid Id mix up Victors plans and I did so desperately want to help him. He saw the position I was in and drew me aside as the group broke up and started outdoors again. Any place I could watch your bedroom door, Judy? Theres the storeroom. Fat chance, anyway. Dont think hell fall for the trap, werent from all over States by chance and China-Bur-ma-Ind- ia Skilled Blind Folk Aid in Defeating Enemy 3 s -- Grooming PT Boat No More Profit in Chicken Raising Im afraid to go down there again by myself. could watch the sunsets and play I was on a ship without gettin seasick. I hate boats. But I didnt really consider buying it. Of course, if it went for a bargain never could resist a bargain. Thought maybe my little niece, Gloria Lovelace, might like Gloria Lovelace, the movie star! scoffed Bessie. What would she do with a church? Mighty sweet reformers," Lily New publicity ansaid, proudly. me tellin you Remember gle. old this tumble-dow- n of her I want a have lovely picture Not tumble-dowmy friend. ed you to see? Remind me to show This church will stand another hun- it when we get back. Glorias my dred years. The Quakers built for favorite niece, and a sweeter, love' service. Why? Because I was ex her little darl change pastor here one happy sum. Im sure she is," Victor inter mer the happiest time of my life-y- ears You must show us that rupted. ago. Before my trouble over But and now I by picture the funds I was accused of taking, v'ant to ask youby.to listenright carefullyt not take. but did Later, after Id Mr. De Witt had sentimenbeen disgraced and put out of my please. reasons. Potter wanted a studio tal church, I was exonerated and re- Miss Kendall, a sea place to watch instated. All in the records in New sunsets. The Gerrys, a bungalow, York City. Nothing whatever to do The a gifte shoppe. And Norcrosses, with this. Mr. Quincy? you, He sighed heavily, one huge paw Oh, I was there in the door grasping a dusty pew post.. One way. Called in a bid, but stopped would be pretty certain to speak the when I saw Jason was deter truth in the house of God. Nothing mined to getJudy the church. Didn concealed from be the can Almighty, want to bid down Judy. who sees all, hears all, knows all. That was kind of you, Quincy Thats the three monkeys, tit- Was it because you knew shed buy tered Lily Kendall. Lily didnt mean it, anyway, for you? to be irreverent, Im sure. She For me? Mr. Q. appeared to be was just impatient and nervous. nonplused. See here, Quade, why When you know something impor- should a like me want an cripple tant to tell in the midst of murder ark like this? I can see the sunsets to to a listen lot and have of ex- from the mn or the rocks. traneous stuff you nearly burst. I Explain yourself, Quade, cried know, because I was bursting my- several voices. find out whod sent me the self to A man wa3 entering the church money and made a monkey out of We all looked around to see Uncle me. Wylie, who slunk into one of the I bid in for purely sentimental rear pews. reasons a memory connected with Just covered it up with some my young wife, now gone," his voice good tarpaulin, he said. Havin a forfaltered and he sat down prayer meetm or another auction? ever. We all shuddered, recalling the There it was again purely senti- poor, charred body under its rough mental reasons! Would Victor grab cover. My aunt wanted me, I was that clue and go for them? He would informed, but I didnt budge. not. Instead he made them admit This isnt an auction or meeting, what we already knew, that theyd either, the minister said. Mr all wanted that church and had bid Quade seems to think our bidding for it at the auction. But they were had something to do with the myS' cagey. If any of them had come terious bridge bombings and and to the Head purposely to be present the dead man down there. I believe at the auction the way Roddy an- at last, the papers can describe ev nounced he had that fatal night erything thats happened to the dis they were mighty quiet about it now. eased brain of a maniac and itll Hugh Norcross tried to buy the be the truth. church for Bessie. "My sister Victor shook his head. "No man! n, ac wrote the letter to Judy. I believe the person who wrote her that strange request is back of all this. Tell themi Judy, as you recall the h, y; d RELEASE quence. Another thing. Lily Kendall did bid a lot. She was in almost at the finish. Shes got it in for But I didnt have a chance to tell him what shed hinted about the Pirates Mouth just then, for the minister boomed, linking his arm with Victors and dragging him out of the church: Well, back I go to the inn. Got to get that sermon done some time. And after the police come I pounced on Victor as he disengaged himself. Please, Mr. Quade. Ive got to find my bag. That confounded key is in it. Well, Ill be trotting along after the others, De Witt said. Where did you leave it? Victor I think its imsounded impatient. portant, just now, to see who makes a dive for your room. Id hoped that storeroom But its m the basement. Only take a minute. Im Im afraid to go down there again by myself. Oh, all right. Only lets hurry. Youre sure you left it there? I was sure. But I was extremely doubtful if it was there now. I told Victor how Id left it near the chest when I tried to fiddle open the lock. He told me to stay on the stair and let him hunt around. Certainly the bag wasnt in sight. He opened the chest, looked behind it, and then into a rickety closet, where a few old hymn books were piled on some shelves. Nothing doing. I knew he was impatient about the old key, and so was I. Never mind. Itll turn up. How does it happen the $5QG wasnt in it if you left it right after the auction? he asked. Because I took it out after the sale. Right down here, too. Put it in my my hose. I never make a practice, I said with some hauteur, of carrying large sums in my handbag. A sneak thief good heavens! What was that? (TO BE COSTIMED) Diver N. C. Zagary, chief bosuns mate, puts on a weighted diving hel- met. In Gonzales county, Texas, third largest poultry producing county in the United States, the chicken farmers claim that they cannot make a profit, and many of them intend to go out of business for the duration. Here several farmers are discussing their problems against a background of empty chicken cages. He is going down in the dry-do- ck to inspect the three screws of a PT boat. PT boats have done a big job in keeping Japs at tbeir distance in the South Pacific. Veteran of Desert Victory Greets Dad Firemens Victory V . , 71$ j ? Celebrating the successful concluLieut. Richard Wood, late of the Kings Royal Rifles and the British second war loan drive, Eighth army, is shown telling his father, Viscount Halifax, British am- sion of the of Columbia fire departbassador to the United States, his story of the great victory oVer Gen. the District ment displays its own version of the Rommels Afrika Korps. Lieutenant Wood lost both legs in a Stuka sign by using two of attack. Another son of Lord Halifax was killed at El Alamein, extension ladders. their long Africa. dive-bombi- |