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Show THE RICH COUNTY REARER, RANDOLPH, UTAH w CHAPTER Vm Continued 14 He dropped to his knees and touched it. Sticky! He flashed his light on it. - Sniffed. Turpentine? He sank down on his heels and choked back a shout of laughter. He had been fooled by red paint. How had it come here? What was that dark heap beyond it? Overalls! Blue denim overalls still warm from the wearers body. The driver of the car-hhad heard a few moments ago must .have shed them before he left the garage. Why had he worn them? Mark projected and rejected explanations with, lightning speed. The man who had shinnied from the balcony had come from the room where the scenery was being painted. Wasnt the roof of the cottage on the backdrop red? Why the shower? Whyi the shave? Was it he who had removed the key from the door of the storeroom tonight? But that man had disappeared via the connecting door, presumably into Lookout House. He flashed a dim light over the white cover. More red! A clumsy X. Make X on cover when The words on the scrap of paper in the storeroom were explained. X marks the spot where the body was found. The sentence flashed into Marks mind as if set in electric lights. Body! Jed was missing! Perhaps his body had been dumped inside the limousine! , He set his heel on the thought. He would imagine a horror like that. That infernal cross probably meant so nothing, but hed take a look-se- e that he wouldnt ask himself later, . e Why - turtle-fashio- n. - lnfi)0ll ELaDirfinn A Mean Eye was learning to sew, Joan Little and had been trying for several minutes to thread her needle. At length, losing patience, she said crossly: I do believe the nasty eye isnt looking for the cotton. as if turned to stone in the dark hall Windsor Star. of Lookout House. Should Help Lights flared. Brooke stared inMrs. Browne What I say to you credulously. Was that Jed Stewart with his hand on the switch glaring never seems to bear any fruit. Mr. Browne Try pruning it a at them with wide dilated eyes, with his mouth open as if he had just little. swallowed a salt wave? That was WHAT SCORES! a flashlight he was pointing at them, not a pistol. It was Jed Stewart without his coat, with his black bow tie under one ear, with only one Emilie Lorlng. WNU Service. the incline! Mark crouched as he' ran after it. As the engine started, he drew himself 'carefully to the trunk-racHe barely breathed. Had the driver felt a jar? Evidently not. He was increasing speed. He was not headed for the causeway. He was going in the opposite direction. What did that mean? After spinning past old landmarks, the car slowed down, and stopped. Mark saw the white cotHe must tage. The not be seen here. Surely the driver would make contact with someone inside before he left the limousine. Henri stepped out of the car. He stopped as if to make sure he was not observed. Mark slipped off the trunk-racHe was cramped and stiff. He hobbled rather than walked into a deep purple shadow cast by a pine. He could see the cottage. He held his breath as Henri gently turned the knob of the front door and entered. What would he do next? Come back to the limousine? What a chance to grab him. What was he doing inside the house? He was taking his time. The Mark door was opening again! k. filling-statio- n. k. didnt I? Soundlessly he reached the other side of the limousiue. The disarranged cover which left the door exposed revealed also a license plate. All set to go! lie flashed his light inside. Something long, something rounded on the re.r seat was covered with an rutomobile robe. Dread paralyzed Marks hand for what seemed to him hours; then with a muttered imprecation he thrust it under the robe. The silver! Nothing but the silver! That X on the white cover was a sign that it had been moved from his house. Who had moved it? That was easy. It had been removed while he. and Jed had been at the Reyburns by the iruui who had driven away. Sure of plenty of time he had stopped for a shower and shave. Moving the loot to the garage had been his share of the job. Would a pa1 appear to drive the stuff off? He will, and here he is! Mark muttered, as the frosty gravel outside the garage crunched faintly. A key in the lock! Not a minute to waste. Where should he go? Inside Brookes town car! The breaks were with him. It wasnt locked. The garage door was sliding back. Mark saw a patch of sky. He banged his forehead as he plunged headfirst into the sedan, and saw a million stars. His head spun as he crouched in the space left by the turned back seat and drew the door shut without latching it. He held it in place as barely breathing he listened. cement on floor! the Footsteps Cautious footsteps. A light on the ceiling! Suppose it should flash into the town cai .' It had stopped. Whoever it was, was taking his time. An engine turning over! Was some darn fool starting a car With the garage door closed? Mark No, raised his head the door was open. He might have known it. Was it likely that the bandit would allow himself to be bumped off by carbon monoxide? Not that bad boy. He had too much at stake. He must follow. How? He couldnt trail in another car. He would be heard. Could he hang on to the That was an empty trunk-rack- ? idea. He would follow the limousine out of the garage, slip into the shadow of a shruo when the man went back to close the door, then when the car grab the trunk-rac- k started again. A stunt, but hed make a tab at it. If he were to hold the man now he would learn nothing of his destination. He cautiously tiptoed after the limousine. 'He was safe behind the shrubs when the driver returned and noiselessly closed the garage door. A soft hat was drawn low over his eyes, but Mark knew him. Henri. He was behind the wheel again! The limousine was coasting down i my EEmmnDn Cassidy pointed. Not until the limousine was stowed behind a motley collection of cars did Mark Trent broken-dow-n explain. Ive just rescued the family silver, Mike. The yarn I have to tell you will beat any of the thrillers you get over the radio. Not afraid to keep the car here, are you? eyes grew Cassidys moist. He wiped his nose on a shabby coat sleeve. I aint afraid to do nothing for you, Mr. Mark. You an your family give me my start; sometimes youve keptme goin when I didnt know where the next meal was cornin from. I felt mean when I let my Maggie go to work for Mrs. Hunt who treated you so bad, but we needed the money somethin terrible, so she took the job, though it was at that new fillin station thats tryin to put me out of business. A telephone rang. The two men stared at one another. Marks blood turned to ice. Cassidy whispered: Holy mackerel! Whos callin this time of night? Have they traced you and the silver this quick? Perhaps theres a gang after you! Mark nodded toward the teleAnswer! His muscles phone. tensed as he listened. Cassidys garage You, Maggie! What thll Stop blubberin What! Who? I 'cant hear, youre cryin so Never Something terrible? mind, never mind. Ill call police headquarters Youve got to stay there, girl, till I get Bill Harrison. If anyone comes, dont talk. Dont talk! Sure, Ill come, just as soon as I get the police. Mike! Whats happened? Cassidys face was ashen as he shook Marks hand from his arm. red-rimm- ed Wait! He dialled. He spoke into the transmitter. Someones hurt bad at the white cottage that new filling station on the point Mike Cassidy talkin I got to go. You dont understand my daughters there All right. Ill wait here. He hung up and wiped a grimy d forehand across his head. That was my girl, Maggie, who sweat-beade- Youll Tell IJs How You Got In and Why, Jed? Perhaps hardly breathed. . A man slipped out. His hat was pulled down over his eyes. He slunk along in the shadows. Reached the shore road. Ran on the dried grass which bordered it as if pursued by furies. Had that been Henri? Had he delivered his message? Had he been warned to beat it? Couldnt have been a fight inside. No loud voices, Had the limousine with the silver been left for someone else to drive away? Someone else! What a break! What a break! He would drive it back and park it in his garage no, that wouldrit do, he would leave it with Mike Cassidy. Mike was as dependable as the sun. He stole from the shadow of the pine. With every faint scrunch of his feet on the frosty , ground his blood stopped running. Could he reach the limousine before someone came? Only a few feet more. He was behind the wheel. With a hand stiff from cold he touched the selfstarter. Hang it! Wouldnt you know A light! the motor would back-firIn the front dormer! He had wakened someone! He hadnt a moment to lose. With his ears strained to detect pursuit, with his eyes roaming from side to side, , Mark shot the car ahead. He went in an opposite direction from that taken by Henri if the man who had burned up the road making his getaway from the white cottage had been Henri he wouldnt run the chance of overtaking hifn. It seemed years before he reached Mike Cassidys garage at the entrance to the causeway, hours before he could rouse the man, before he partially opened the door. Let me in quick, Mike, he whispered to the blinking, cursing proprietor, who was gripping something that gleamed dark and blue fist. and ugly in a hairy, ham-bon- e Mr. Mark! Thought Its only you,hold-uit might be a Cassidys lower jaw swung like a gate on loose hinges. He slipped the automatic into his pocket before he rolled back the garage door. Where can I hide this? e! p. called. Talk, man, talk! Whats pened? Someone hurt bad. hap- Who? I couldnt make out. Someone hurt at the white cottage! But I was there not more than ten minutes ago, Mike. If I was you I wouldnt say that, Mr. Mark. It wasnt just hurtin. I was breakin it easy. Someones dead. CHAPTER IX shoe on. For the love of Mike, Jed Stewart, perhaps youll tell me why youre holding us up in our own house? Why this Public Enemy No. 1 touch? Sam demanded. Stewart blinked. v What are you two doing wandering round this house half dressed at this time of night?-Sto- shouting, Jed. Youll have Lucette down here, Sam said. The Job Hunter Yes, sir, I can Come into the living room and tell deliver the goods. Ill tell the us what youre doing in this house, world. Jed. The Boss That will be fine. But Lets go to the kitchen instead, will the world listen to you? more likely to stabilize our emoBrooke suggested. Ill tions, make cocoa and well scramble READY TO BRING eggs. Jed must need food after the late hes fairly twitching with it and I feel hollow to my toes. Come on, Sam. YOU RELIEF Sounds okay to me. Im a growing boy, I need lots of nutriment Youd better eat, Brooke; you IN MINUTES didnt touch a thing when we came back from rehearsal. Ill run up and get a couple of bathrobes. Take these, Jed. He kicked off his slippers. Ill put on shoes upstairs. Sam followed her into the kitchen. Sam can be speedy when he wants to be, she admitted, as her brother entered with a lurid bathrobe over his pajamas and another all Ted and green stripes which he flung at Stewart. There you are, mlad. Bring the milk, eggs butter and bacon from the icebox, Sam. Toss The Reason me that apron, Jed, the big white BAYER ASPIRIN WORKS SO FAST one thats right. Toast some bread, Sammy. Soon Sam sniffed. Doesnt the bacon smell dandy! Here you are, folks. He arranged thin, crisp strips around a mound of fluffy scrambled eggs. You and Jed sit down, Brooke, and Ill bring the cocoa after I find the marshmallows to drop into the cups. Brooke slipped off the apron and waited until Sam had served steaming hot cocoa with a little melting white island floating in each cup and helped himself lavishly to scrambled eggs and bacon, before, with elbows on the porcelain table, chin on her clasped hands, she suggest- ed: Now that the shock of discovering us roaming round in our own house has somewhat worn off, perhaps youll tell us how you got in and why, Jed? Stewart leaned back in his chair Dont move! Ive got you COV7 with the air of a man whose appeered! In obedience to the hoarse warn- tite has been abundantly satisfied. (TO BE CONTINUED ) ing, Sam and Brooke Reyburn stood Drop a Bayer Aspirin tablet Into a turn blsr of wator. By tho timo it hits tho bottom of tho glass it is disintegrating. 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Chocolate, Raspberry Found Favorite Flavors, According to Tes.ts by Students With a view to extending information regarding relative efficiency of flavoring agents, 600 medical students of the University of Minnesota tested flavors for four years, the American Medical Association Jour- nal reports. showed, by cocoa, raspberry or syrup of eriodictyon, cherry or cinnamon. Cinnamon is che best disguise for bromides and other salty tasting drugs. Orange and sarsaparilla are next best. Raspberry and cocoa score highest in efficiency for concealing the taste of tincture of digitalis. Syrup of eriodictyon, although low in popularity, was found to be high in efficienty as a disguise for other (and worse) flavors. Chocolate and raspberry rated highest in popularity; the first scored 91, the second 88. Students tasted eleven different flavors in groups of four as it was found no taster could judge satisfactorily among flavors after tasting more than four. In the order of their popularity Powdered Mummy Remedies the flavors included orange, cherry, Mummies have always been parsarsaparilla, qitric acid, syr of ticularly prolific of legend. In the eriodictyon licorice, cinnamon, wild Middle ages, powdered mummy was cherry and aromatic elixer. Syrup considered a potent specific for of eriodictyon and aromatic elixer many diseases, and may still be purare comibations of flavors. chased in the East for medicinal Tests also were made to discover purposes. But the effects of these which flavors are most effective in ancient cadavers have not always disguising bitter and salty tastes of been benign. There is a tale various drugs and the peculiar told of the mummy of Rameses II, the great Pharaoh, which was distaste of digitalis. All these preferred flavoring covered in the Valley of the Kings. , agents, the journal stated, rank Sacrilegious antiquarians put the high in efficiency in disguising at royal corpse on exhibition in the least one type of unpleasant taste. Cairo museum: Rameses rose in Most of the agents which rated wrath to a sitting posture, hit his poorly from the standpoint of pref- head against the top of the case anc erence are usually among those which have proved least efficient in disguising unpleasant tastes. Bitter tasting drugs, such as quinine, best ca- be disguised, the test - cracked the glass. It is said His Majesty utteied strange sounds probably old Egyptian for Ouchl and several persons were killed in the ensuing panic. virtually WNU JL cent a tablet 4237 W HOTEL BEN LOMOND OGDEN, UTAH 850 Rooms 350 Baths - $2.00 to $4.00 (4.00 Family Rooms for 4 persons Air Cooled Lounge and Lobby Grill Room . . Coffee Shop . . 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