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Show THE BULLETIN, BINGHAM CANYON. UTAH The Sealed Trunk By Henry Kitchell Webster Copgrrtf ht by Tbs Bobbs-Msrrt- ll Co. WNU Sarrtoa mysterious message over the tel-ephone. Evidently her conclusion was negative, for with a faint shrug she turned away. "You can come out now," she said, "if you like. And got Go honiel There's noth-ing here that's any business of yours. And God knows I don't want to keep you here." Rhoda didn't hesitate. The smol-dering fury of the woman was not only formidable. It constituted a sort of guarantee of the truth of what she said. Rhoda went, with the best appearance of dignity she could muster. "Drive away from here," she said to the chauffeur, "but as slowly as you can, and not very far. I want to think.- - Before they'd gone half a block her thoughts resulted In a question. "Could you follow anybody?" she ftSkPda "I could until It got too dark, unless they had too Inst a car for me. Do you want to follow some-body r "I think," Rhoda said, "that the woman I went to see is coming out In a few minutes, and I want to know where she goes." "Well," he said, "that's easy. I'U wait here with my flag up. You go back and slip Into one of must be a victim of a practical Joke. Whut the devil! He telephoned up to Rhoda's de-portment to find out if or when she'd gone out to lunch and when, If they knew, she was expected back. When they told hlm she wasn't coming back that afternoon at all, he era mined on his hat, squirmed Into bis overcoat as he ran downstairs, and started out for the Tip-To- p Inn. Martin, considering his plan of action on' the way over, had decid-ed to wait In the lobby until Rhoda came out He hadn't yet settled down to his wait on the sofa he was at the clgnr stand buying some cigarettes when a woman came op beside him and bought a telephone slog. He'd been a reporter long enough to re-press the start her voice gave him, though it was a voice be knew, and he checked his Impulse to turn and look at her, much as he'd have liked to. He never had a really good look at her. Luckily she'd never seen him at all, nor heard his voice. On the strength of that reflection he bought a .telephone slug, too, went into the next booth to hers, dropped his nickel and called his own telephone number, which, of course dldu't answer. He hoped he'd be able to hear what she said. If she'd left Rhoda In the middle of their lunch to come out and telephone. It was likely to be something Interesting. The sort of voice she had rasped right through the thin partition wall of the telephone booth. He hadn't got there In time to hear what number she called ; Indeed he was barely In time for the begin-ning of her conversation, for she'd got her party at once. Some one, he guessed, who'd been waiting for the call at the Instrument "Yes, of course, it's Claire," Mar-tin heard her say. "Were you ex-pecting a call from somebody else? Now listen, Max: you'll have to go and get It yourself. I can tell yon how to find It Listen. It's In a trunk. Everything; all the dope. ... I don't know, but yon can tell because It's sealed up. Don't try to open It Bring It right along. The whole thing. Bring It right tip to the flat and wait for me if I ain't there. I'll see that you have plenty of time but you don't want to waste any. . . . Why, of course you'll do It It's easier now than It would have been yesterday because yon know what to look for. . . . For Pete's sake, don't go yellow now when Fm putting It right In your hands. All right Good-by.- " Martin stayed In his booth until he'd seen her go back Into the res-taurant Then he came out and turned a little uncertainly to the telephone directory. Max wasn't In It he knew, for he'd tried to look him up. Rhoda had told him the woman's last namo though: Cleveland, that was It He'd gath-ered from the talk that the pair were living together. Probably that's where Max was now. His thoughts were racing as he turned the pages of the directory. He'd have to be quick, but he mustn't waste time making any false moves. He couldn't have misunderstood the purport of the woman's message. Heavens, he'd seen the trunk himself. That little hat trunk under Rhoda's bed with the lid gummed down with strips of paper to keep the moths out, he'd thought Here the address was Claire Cleveland. That was one of those streets out near the Alhambra. That's how she'd happened to see Rhoda turning In. Lucky, Just now, it was so far out. He could get to Rhoda's flat before Max could, provided Max was starting from out there. And Iihodu'S flat was the place for hlra to go. Just what he'd do when he got there wanted a little thinking about But he could decide that In the taxi. He'd done quite a various lot of more or less unlawful things since he'd begun being a reporter, but housebreaking hadn't been one of them. It looked now, though, as if that was what he had to do. He couldn't hope to deal with Lewis except from Inside Rhoda's flat He hoped he had the start of Max. It might turn out a little awkward If be were digging away at the lock when Max came up the stairs. And It would be Just like him to come armed with a gun and, If he were desperate enough, to use It Would he be shrewd enough to guess, the question was, that Mar-tin was as much a lawbreaker In that flat as he was? It might turn out an ugly sort of encounter If he did. Was there any way to avoid It? Suppose he stole the trunk, got away with It before Max arrived, and left him to search In vain. No, that wouldn't do. He couldn't be sure of getting clean away. He might meet Max on the stairs. And even if be did get away he'd have no means of warning Rhoda. She might come In and find Max there. No, he'd have to break In and then he'd have to trust to luck to being able to bluff Max out Max hadn't liked the Job very well, him-self. That had been plain enough from the way the womnn had talked to him. Then, she'd spoken of his being yellow as If It were a phe-nomenon she was acquainted with. But why had Max been eager to do the Job yesterday? Martin sat forward on his seat and thumped his knees with his fist Max had tried U yesterday, that was why. He'd gone there In defiance of Claire's orders looking for "it" whatever It was. He hadn't found It, and he'd been afraid to tell Claire. But then It was he who had found Rhoda's money and taken it That was a queer thing for a rich man to do. His taxi turned the corner of Rhoda's street and he dismissed his train of thought with a Jerk, though he was aware he hadn't quite gut to the terminus. A hundred yards up the long block and. as well as he could guess, right In front of Rhoda's number, another taxi was pulled up at the curb. Had Max got here ahead of him after all? (TO BB CONTINUED.) WHAT WENT BEFORE At a danc Martin Forbes, newspaper reporter, meets "Rhoda Whits." He overhears a conversa-tion between Max Lewis and a woman which he believes con-cerns Rhoda. He recalls a "blind ad" Inquiring tor "Rhoda McFar-land- " and senses a newspaper story. He believes, that Rhoda's real name Is McFarland. She re-fuses to admit or deny It. but Martin was right. Her life In California had been happy after a, 1 her mother's death until rotato-ria tune overcame her father, Pro-- t fessor McFarland. They move to Chicago. The professor dies sud' denly, vainly trying to tell Rhoda bout "papers" In a trunk. Rhoda gets a Job as stenographer and takes rooms with "Babe" Jen-- i nings. Martin discovers that the "blind ad" advertiser Is .C. J. Forster. Rhoda admits her Iden-tity. A mysterious "Claire Cleve-land" askk Rhoda for an Inter-view. Claire requests Rhoda to get certain papers of hers that were In McFarland'a possession, fihe reveals knowledge of the trick that wrecked McFarland'a life. The trunk la stolen and Rhoda suspects Claire. CHAPTER V Continued She got It out to read it, but tier gaze didn't go beyond the flrst two lines: Claire's address written across the top. Claire's flat or was it Max's? Was Claire his mistress? That was what the relation looked like certainly. She was that sort f woman, all right with her story of the wicked man who had ruined tier when she was a mere girl, and the confession she'd extorted from film. And now she was thinking V getting married and wanted It. Rhoda froze again like a pointer getting wind of a prairie chicken. Had that statement been a care-less bit of truth? Did she want to marry Max? And was she afraid that Forster would disinherit her tf she did? With another plunge, physical as well as figuratively, Rhoda opened the front window and spoke again to the chauffeur. "I've changed my mind," she said. "Here's the address I want you to go to." And she read him Claire's. She hadn't a doubt she'd And the pair of them there, up to the el-bows in her father's papers. The building before which her taxi pulled up was an oldish, three-stor- y stone house, remodeled, as Its two front doors Indicated, Into flats. Rhoda was trembling a little as she got out, but she didn't feel afraid. And she made It sound almost like 'a Joke when she said the taxi driver. "Walt please. I don't think I'll be long. But If you do hear anybody screaming for help In there, come In and see who It Is." There was a momentary delay after she rang Claire's bell hers was one of the top flats before the buzzer released the catch on the vestibule door, but Rhoda heard a oor open at the top of the house the Instant she started up the stairs. A little surprising, that was. She hadn't expected them to be eager to receive visitors Just now; had wondered. Indeed, wheth-er they'd let hpr in nt all. Per-haps they wouldn't when they saw who she was. The woman alone was waiting for ber. Max wasn't In sight "What do you want?" Claire asked sharply when she saw who It was. But almost In the same breath she tried to change her tactics, adding with an uneasy laugh, "Heavens, I didn't expect you to find my paper as quick as that I" Her color had changed under her make-up- , though, in a sickly way that made Rhoda think of lend poisoning. She must get Inside Claire's door, that was the first thing to do, so she replied, not to the question but to the succeeding remark. "Yes," she replied, making her voice sound as Innocent and as amiable as she could, "It must seem rather sud-den." At that Claire stepped back un-willingly from the doorway, and Khoda followed her Into the rather large room that seemed to be all there was to the apartment, except for the alcove that formed an L, which she couldn't see Into. That was where Max wns most likely. Rhoda herself shut the door behind ber. "Well?" Claire asked. Her man-ner was openly hostile. They as Rhoda, without speaking, took a de-liberate look around the room, she asked again, "What do you want? What's the matter" with you?" "I've come," said Rhoda, "to get my trunk." i X "Tour trunk? Say, are yon crazy? f What makes you think I've got your trunk?" She tried to laugh, but it only showed how frightened she was. Rhoda hesitated a little over her answer, to the woman's question. If Max was In the alcove she wished he'd come out It was hard to know where to begin unless she knew whether he was there or not Her hesitation seemed to anger "Claire, or to reassure her, she couldn't be sure which. "Look here," she went on truculently, "you con't get away with stuff like this. I don't even know what you're talking about Are you trytdg to tell me you've lost a trunk aud you think I've got It?" "Night before last, at the Alham-bra, when Max Lewis told you that I was the girl all right because my flrst name was Rhoda, you told him to find out where I lived." ' "I told yoo that myself this noon," Claire broke In. "What's .that got to do with it?" "And you told him," Rhoda went on, "not to waste any time about, It because I might see Mr. Forsters advertisement any day and answer It" Rhoda could see that this bit of Information startled her and she went on a little more confidently. "He did find out where I lived by going home that night with Babe, and he found out that the studio was empty ail day because she told him we both worked and the other girls were away. He tried to find out whether my name wasn't Rhoda McFarland, but she didn't tell him. Yesterday afternoon the studio was broken Into. The bur-glar didn't find any papers, because he didn't know where to look. But he did And three hundred dollars of mine, and he took that. To-day," Rhoda went on, "after I'd told you that my father's papers were In the trunk and senled up, and after you'd gone out and tele-phoned. ..." "You think Max went and got the trunk, do you, and that he brought It here?" "Yes," Rhoda said. "And I think he's In that alcove with It now." The woman gave a vicious laugh. "All right" she said, "go and see for yourself. If yon can find Max or the trunk, you're welcome to both of them. Go and look, and then get out Tve been insulted about long enough." This wasn't the way Rhoda bad expected the scene to work out She was assailed by a sudden doubt that the trunk might cot be In the alcove after all, nor Max either. She'd be In a hideously uncomfort-able position If she went and looked and nothing was there. Yet she couldn't go away without looking. This might be nothing but a mag-nificent bluff by Claire. "Tbank you," she said. "I will go and look." But It took all the resolution she had to set ber legs In motion down the room. The alcove contained a bed, a tawdry, oriental-lookin- g affair, too low for the trunk to be nnaer, a couple of chairs and a dressing ta-ble, but no trunk, no litter of pa-pers, and no Max. "Go as far as you like," said Claire who had followed her. "Per-haps they're hidden in my closet or In the bathroom." Rhoda was on the point of giv-ing It op. But the bathroom door stood ajar and Rhoda's glance had gone that way as Claire finished speaking. It looked like a rather large room for its purpose. More than Just a bathroom. She'd take a look, anyhow, and make sure. She was in the act of going in, but not yet clear of the door, and Claire was at her elbow, when the sharp Jingle of a bell somewhere In the apartment startled them both. That Is to say, It startled Rhoda; It paralyzed Claire. Her hard blue eyes seemed to bulge right out of her head. But that lasted only an Instant With a convulsive movement Claire gave her a tre-mendous push that sent her stag-gering clear across the tiled floor to the farther wall, whipped the key out of the Inner face of the door, slammed the door, and locked her In. The bell gave a second peal Just as the bolt clicked home. --She heard Claire open the door the door she had come In by, Rhoda didn't doubt; there was a betraying creak to one of Its hinges but there was no sound of the heavy footsteps on the stairs that would have heralded the lug-ging In of her trunk.' Claire must have thought It was the trunk com-ing, though, or she wouldn't have locked her up In the bath-room. The silence, which bad last-ed half a dozen seconds, perhaps, was again broken by the ring of the bell, persistent this time and pro-longed. It wasn't the doorbell at all: It was the telephone. Rhoda heard the door slam shut and the rush of Claire's feet across the room. It was odd that In her own flat she should have mistaken the bell. She'd been expecting the doorbell, that was why. The Instrument was Just around the corner of the alcove. Claire said, "Hello?" and then a moment later, "Yes. Who is this? What is it you want?" An unfamiliar voice, evidently asking if this was Miss Claire Cleveland. The stranger must have said bis say pretty concisely, for after quite a short pause Claire cried out In a tone of the liveliest aston-ishment, "What's that? What are you talking about? Who are you, anyway?" And again, after lis-tening a little longer, "Say, are you trying to be funny?" Apparently, though, it wasn't a Joke. Certainly not from Claire's point of view. For the next time she spoke ber voice was raucous with anger, and what she said a mere Incoherent Jumble of uncom-pleted questions. Right In the middle of this the person on the other end of the line must have hung up. There was a silence; a dead unbroken silence. The woman couldn't still be stand-ing there before the telephone, yet Rhoda hadn't heard her move away. When It had lasted as long as she could endure It she began pounding on the door. To her surprise Claire came at once and unlocked It She her-self pulled It open and they stood face to face. Whatever remon-strances Rhoda meant to make were silenced by the woman's look. She looked as if she'd forgotten Rhoda was there; forgotten what she'd come for: forgotten almost who she was. She looked at ber blank-ly for a moment-an- then with a kind of terrifying Intentness, as If trying to decide whether she had. could possibly have, any connec-tion with or knowledge of that Sent Her Staggering Clear Across the Tiled Floor to the Farther Wall. the side vestibules In this flat building where you can keep an eye on her door. She may order a taxi by telephone, or she may walk down here and pick one up." Claire, it appeared, wasn't In a hurry. Time went pretty slowly for Rhoda, who felt like a sneak thief waiting in that vestibule, and she was on the point of giving It up when she saw another taxi drive up to Claire's door. But after that things happened swiftly. Claire came down almost at once, got Into her taxi, drove to the boulevard and turned south, down town. . In another minute Rhoda, In her own taxi, was following at a safe distance. It was almost too easy to be exciting. Down the boulevard to the parkway, and then branching to the right down the park's western boundary, she saw the other taxi stop and Claire get out at the Worcester hotel. "All right" Rhoda snld to the chauffeur of her taxi. "You can stop here, too. And this time you needn't wait." ; She didn't know what she was going to do, In there, but it was clearly the place where things were coming into focus. CHAPTER VI Stealing an Idea. had got one thing out MARTIN otherwise barren en-counter with Rhoda that morning, and this was his day's story for the paper. At least he wouldn't have got It If he hadn't been standing at the curb to see the limousine that Babe and Rhoda arrived In drive up. The license plate on that car caught his eye and fixed Itself In bis mind by virtue of a small oddity that he noticed about It. It was a four number arrangement of nines and eights which would make Just as good sense upside down as right side up, only it would make differ-ent sense. Probably It was his exasperated determination to dismiss Rhoda and her wrong-headednes- s and her red hair completely from his mind that caused this notion of an in-verted license plate to fructify swiftly Into the amusing sort of tale of misadventure that he spe-cialized In. It was what the editor liked, and the fact that he made it up out of whole cloth didn't matter a bit When It was done, since he knew it was good, he found himself In a placable enough humor to turn back to the Rhoda Incident and consider dispassionately what bad gone wrong with It Under his eye, as he sat musing, was the scribbled sheet of scratch-pape- r on which he'd drawn the li-cense plate right side up and up-side down In figuring out his story. It had been a handsome car, all right, that the girls had bad a ride In, even If they had had to sit on the little folding seats. Rather comic, that was, no'v he thought about It And a bit queer, too. What had the old blllygoat stopped his car for. If not for the sensation of having a nice young thing sitting close beside blm? He was still staring at the li-cense number of that car. Sud-denly, nnder an Impulse too fanci-ful to bear arguing about he de-cided to look up the owner. It wouldn't do any harm to find out who the old bloke was. 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MaMen, Maa S I'l IW I trf lha mm CaOcnra ShaHag Craa, Biiiiniiiiiitliuiiiiiiuiuiiu iiimiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiR Machines That Are I Almost Human I By E. C. TAYLQrJI The Robot Watchman I N WASHINGTON, D. C. the Na-- 1 tlomil Capital, U a machine that Is g in Its ability to do the work of a human being. The War department tins charge of the water supply of the city, and when a new water-suppl- y sys-tem was built there recently, a robot was Invented to serve as guardian and watchman at each of the three reservoirs of the city. This robot watchmnn answers the telephone when called In the ordinary way, and when asked the depth of the water, promptly In-forms his superior officer just how much water there Is In the reser-voir. Three of these robots are In constant use, one at each reser-voir. The engineer ofllclal In charge of the Capitals water system calls one of the robots on the telephone. lie calls central In the usunl way. and Is connected with the robot's telephone number. The robot stands on constant duty. It Is just another telephone call. When the telephone bell rings at the reservoir, It Is the flrst signal to the robot The robot lifts the telephone receiver enough to signal the operator and answer, and then speaks Into the telephone trans-mitter. It could speak words, but these robots do their talking by means of buzzer sounds. The buz-zer gives the official code signal which notifies him that be Is con-nected with the robot On the official's desk is a small box. On the top of the box a small megaphone aimed directly at a telephone transmitter. On the front of the box are three push buttons. The offlclal presses the flrst but-ton. It starts an electric tuning fork vibrating. In front of the robot's telephone is another mega-phone or loud speaker aimed at the Iron watchman's electric ear of audlon tubes and microphone dia-phragms connected so as to oper-ate a series of switches. On receiving the flrst series of signals, the robot reports back to prevent error. The official, receiv-ing the proper signal, knows that he Is connected with the robot watchman. Then he presses the second but-ton, which sounds the tuning fork at a higher note. The robot's ear detects the difference and the Iron watchman promptly brings into ploy more mechanism. The depth of the water is indi-cated by floats placed at one-foo- t Intervals up the side of the reser-voir. The robot sounds a series of musical notes, seven, eight, nine, as the case may be, that Inform the offlclal the depth of the water In feet N When the offlclal receives this In-formation he presses the third but-ton, which starts the tuning fork vibrating at a still higher pitch. This says "good-by- " to the robot watchman. The robot drops the receiver and disconnects. Here Is a mechanical man or rather three of them doing the work of human belng9. And they are always on the Job. When the telephone rings, they are prompt to answer It and they always give accurate Information as to the city's water supply. The officials In charge know, too, that they can call up their robot watchman at any hour and the line will not be busy. The robots' telephone numbers are regularly listed numbers, though they do not appear in the capital telephone directory. So, of course, these numbers are frequently called by mistake. When these robots are called as a "wrong number" by some one wanting the butcher, grocer, or husband, the robots answer as usu-al, but after a few seconds they hnng up again. They have not re-ceived the proper signal from their superior officer and know the call was not meant for them. These remarkable robots were built by R. J. Wensley, Inventor of one of the mechanical men with which scientists have amused themselves. They are operated, Just as the robot men are operated, by a voice from a distance. The faint electric Impulses created by the sound waves on delicate mechanism affect an electro-magne- t which releases energies that perform the tasks of the robot watchman. ((2), 19J1, Western Newspaper Union.) Name of Great Lakes Both Indian and French Gannett's "Origin of Place Names In the United States" says that opinions differ as to the origin of the name Huron. According to some it 18 a corruption of "Hure" given a tribe of Indians by the French. It means "the head of a wild bonr.M It Is believed by some that It is from the Indian words "onkwe honwe," meaning "true man." Still others believe It Is a corruption by French from the Indian "Irrl ronon," mean-ing "cat tribe." Erie Is from "Erlge," or "Erlke," the name of a now ex-tinct Indian tribe. The word signi-fies "cat" or "wildcat." Some author-ities believe the word means "mad." Ontario In the Indian word mean-ing beautiful lake or "beautiful pros-pect of rocks, hills and water." Michigan Is an Indian word said by some to mean "big luke" and by others "place for catching fish." Su-perior Is a translation of the orig-inal French name, "Lac Superleur aux Ontaouacs," meaning "the upper lake of the Ottawas." Holland's Changed Conditions In the past 60 years a great change has taken place In Holland with respect to its agricultural status. Formerly It was an Impor-ter of dairy products, but a little more than a generation ago the farmers of that country became in-terested in modern machinery, the use of whtch became popular at once and the entire situation was changed so that at the present time the coun-try takes care of its own consump-tion and in addition a great deal of this material is shipped abroad. great Neo-Babyl- temple. It was probably the temple of Arum, and must have been a ruin long before Nebuchadnezzar was king. Tsmple on Temple Below the great temple which Ne-buchadnezzar built at Kish, the 12-fo- ot thick walls of another huge tem-ple have been discovered. Kish, said to be the oldest city in the world, Is In Irak, eight miles east of Babylon, and the Oxford Unlversity-FIel- d museum's expedition has been work-ing on the site for several seasons. Sir Charles Marston stated that the mouth of a huge temple had been cleared, which was underneath the Little) Use for Gold Piace ry act of congress passed April 11, 1030, the $2.50 gold piece was discontinued. The cqin was discon-tinued because It was not desired for circulation or commercial purposes. It was used mainly as a gift during the Christmas season, and in Janu-ary these coins were again returned to the vaults of the banks. Knew What She Wanted She You know, Jim, there's some-thing about you that I shall always love. Jim Of course, dear until I've spent it all. Stray Stories. Where Clemenceau Died While the question whether the apartment in the Rue Franklin, Paris, where George Clenienceau died Is to have official status as a national museum remains unsettled, it is actually being maintained as an unofficial museum by 'The Ti-ger's" faithful old valet Albert. Hardly a day passes but a number of persons apply to Albert for per-mission to see the study where bit master worked on his memoirs al-most up to his death. Albert hat Jealously seen to it that every thing is Just as It wns the day M. Clemenceau died. Even the desk calendar remains untouched, mark-ing the date of November 24, 1929. The quill pon M. Cle-menceau preferred reposes under the desk blotter. One of his refer-ene- e books is open at the page lie last consulted. Laws Didn't Count Cop "Say, there, move on; you can't stop here." Motorist "I can't eh? Say, officer, you don't know this car." Leading Question Elephantdown I tell you, no one can fool my wife. Horsefeathers Then how did you get her? ' Old-Styl- e Groceries When elderly folk look around a grocery store of today they are likely to compare It wltn the gro-cery store of a half century or more ago. Then package goods were unknown. The salt cod ot New England, Instead of being boned, cut up, lightly salted and packed la neat wooden boxes, was sold whole, and It was so satu-- rated with salt that It would keep throughout a hot summer. |