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WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE - Phillip Edison U hot at a night-dub party to hi Juat recently-divorced - wife and Oliver Sewell. sportsman and Ion Juan. Edition presume (that 8e- . well and tbe divorce are to: be mar vied. When the party breaks up, Edi aon goea to SeweU'a home and, while he la waiting; hia return, la Informed Hewell haa been found dead. Inspector Marx begins a police investigation. He ttneationa SeweU'a Russian valet. The ' elevator operator la also questioned. He did not see Sewell return. - NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER V. MARX walked over to the mirror and tapped it. "Ton can't stand In mirror," he announced finally "No, this isn't Alice in Wonder land." "What was that case?" demand ed Marx. The doctor didn't reply And then Marx continued: "These mirrors are solid. There's the wall behind there. That's solid." "Perhaps." suggested the doc--r -tor. . "Sewell was placed in this chair after be was shot." Marx considered that, and then "This ia my idea of a cock-eyed murder. In the first place, eevry- body swears Sewell left the house but didn't come back. Hov Sewell rot back at all is a Chinese pox ale. Then you tell me he wasn't shot la the chair. Nobody saw Sewell come up here, and nobody " saw the guv who killed him come up here." "And yet there he Is." The doctor's eyes twinkled. "A nice problem for you to solve." "Thanks. Tou can have it Marx growled. "Really? I'd tors to take band in a murder mystery," the doctor enthused. "Something I've always wanted to do." -All right, kid," agreed Marx morosely. "Have a good time," "I shall," promised the doctor, "All riarht. Professor," Marx sneered slightly. "Tou know all we know right now. Here's the staff. Whoever did him either opened the door with a key or was let In by Sewell. All the other doors were locked from tbe inside. Nobody saw Sewell come back after he left this evening. A gentleman named Van Nest Edi son called for him at two and learned he was murdered. And that's all." "Have you searched the place? demanded the doctor. "Not yet- But I suppose we might as well begin now. What's this?" Marx pointed to an unusual piece of furniture, built in blocks of mahogany, and In the form of a modern sykscraper. .... "That," explained the doctor, "is a futurist secretary. Mr. Sewell apparently was a true New York er. He swallowed the fashions in furniture to the minute. All the best people now have adopted fu turism." Marx slid the drawers out, and drew forth a bundle of old papers. Upon examination, he found only routine bills. A second compart ment disclosed four photographs, all fif them of women, and all of them unsigned . . in bathing suits, evening gowns, with and without Borzoi companions, pro file, tall face and figure. Marx vi ada wnlffA Atn m anil a T st ( w raway laughed uproariously. But the doctor looked grave. He pick ed up one of the photographs. "Did you say that a Mr. Van -Vest Edison called here?" "Yes,!' said Marx. "Well." said the doctor, "this photo is Mrs. Edison, or I very much miss my bet." The telephone jangled violently. Carraway answered. He put his hand on the mouthpiece. "Lucy Lally calling," be an nounced. "She's got a tip for me. She's been feeding us a lot of stuff, ever since we threatened to close her joint . .Hello, Lucy " , Carraway . . Yes. He's dead all right. Who ? Edison ? . ' Yes.. All right. Lucy, thanks." Carraway turned to Marx. "About one o'clock in the morn- tiVS Sewell, Edison and Mrs. Edl- WHY ARE YOUAL WA YS IN PERFECT HEALTH? Dr. Cepeland Queries Those Fortunates Who Have Escaped Disease in the Hope That Their Con Tietions May Be Used to Benefit Others. 7 By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. a United States Senator from New York. Former Commissioner of Health. Tfeto Tor it City. I HAVE a suspicion that many persons suffer needlessly from muscle and joint pain's. One of the most common of human complaints is back-ache. Neuralgia, neuritis, rheumatism as well as lumbago and sciatica, are among the things which take the joy out flife. We hear so much about the suffering of tbe human race that I sometimes wonder bow many persons there art who never havs aa ache or pain. There come to my desk every day hun dreds of letters from every part of the world. One day recently more than thousand such letters arrived. I realize, of course, that persons who art never sick are unlikely to write. Many of the vnafflieted, however, are kind enough to express their appreciation of -ay efforts to keep 1 them well. : You will recall that the central theme of very one of these articles is how to avoid sick ness. It ia the business of the family doctor to .treat the sick. I can conceive it to .be my job to jdo tht best I can to keep yon fro 21 illness. But the particular thing I have in mind to day is to find out how many people never have ache and pains. I should really tike to hear about this. If some body should read these lines who is never sick, who sever has a head exhe, a toothache or a backache, please write and tell me about it At the same time, please be good enough to tell me why yon think you nave oeea ao weu. 1 am aura we are arreed that K would be a wonderful thing if wo ouM - aiake health eoatastou b tead at bavins' dlaeaaa oontaaloua, Tb only way ta do this by aatan. Uahtn aaca standards of living aa nava bean found to be successful, m , the TTrnanca of health. . ' If you hava baan wen all your Ufa, if rou have ban free from acnes and pains, tf yoa have rood taatb. troos aaaaclea and smoothly work 'to Jotata. wa want to know the reason, why you havs been so fori tunata. - Certainty you acva eonvle oa t why yoa aava ood baaJtlk. OiT as Ua benefit of your aonvictlona. . . . . ' & SAMUEL SPEVACU .J son went np to the club. They stayed about an hoar. They were celebrating the divorce. And Lacy heard Edison and Mrs. Edison fighting over something." "Now," Insisted the doctor, "I'll swear that's a photo of Mrs. Edi son." "Where does Edison live?" de manded Marx. "I'll find out for you," volun teered Carraway. "I want a little chat with him, and I imagine the District Attor ney will want one, too. Also ?ra. Edison." "All right," said Carraway, eagerly. "Ill go after them my self." "It seems," said the doctor, when Carraway had left, "that you are getting somewhere. How about a further search?" "Sure." agreed Marx. They ex plored the built-in bookcase. Se well evidently had been a connois seur in erotic literature, and his collection was both comprhensive and expensive. "Hot stuff!" commented Marx thumbing the pages. "This baby surely had a single-track mind." ' Then they moved upstairs to the bedroom. Marx opened the first of the four closets. He found a complete wardrobe, a woman's wardrobe, from linger ie to coats, and the dominant col or theme was blue. There were shoes, slippers, stockings, gowns, pajamas all blue. The doctor, meanwhile, had opened the adjoining closet. And he. too, found a complete ward robe but the color now was sil Ter. "Holy mackerel!" muttered Marx, wiping his bull neck. "Did ja ever see anything like this. The doctor opened still another eloset, and found a wardrobe of red and another of gold. -By the way," commented the doctor. "All this belongs to four different women. Look at the siz es." He seemed strangely excited. There's a woman in blu.e a wom an in silver, a woman in red, and a woman in gold." He laughed. Seems absurd, doesn't it? And yet there It is. And you noticed there were four photographs of four women." "Uhuh!" Marx agreed. 'And Sewell," continued the doctor, "had the quaint notion of separating them with colors. Curi ous mind. Pathological. I should judge." "Just a nut on women," agreed Marx. The doctor lit a cigarette slowly. I'm going to get some sleep, said Marx. "They'll be bringing the Edisons down about nine to the District Attorney's office. I gotta be awake when they come." And I've still an autopsy to perform," said the doctor, "and make a voluminous report to make." "Let's call it a night," agreed Marx. They made their way down the walnut stairway to-the mirrored living room. The doctor stopped in front of a small wall-safe. I wonder if that holds any thing of interest?" "We'll break it open tomor row," said Marx. The doctor idly twirled the combination. To his surprise, he opened the safe. It hasn't been locked!" he ex claimed. Marx put his hand into the small compartment. He drew out a piece of paper. "What's this?" he demanded, peeripg at the paper. It might have been torn from a memorandum book, and across the white strip of paper was writ ing ten in heavy black letters: PAID IN FULL. IXQyiRY Marx returned to the skyscrap er apartment after a scant four hours sleep. He found a detective on duty, and with him a tall, lean OR OOPCLAM Answers to Health Queries H. K. XX a What should a girl watch who ta tt yaars aid and S . tnciiea tail? . - A. For bar ago and height she should weigh about US pounds. Q. I H. ft Bow can I reduoef Av Weight redsetSoaj at aaaraty matter of self-control as regards the gist. For fan paracuiara repeat your aoasaoav individual who Introduced him self as Major Preston. The Major's habitat was New Jersey, and he had acquired hia military title by virtue of friendship - with one of the Governors. He had tbe red face, the Quick eye and the clothes of the racing patron, and Marx learned that at one time he bad been associated with Sewell in various gambling operations. "Terrible business," groaned the Major, tilting his derby back on his head. "Friend and partner of mine. I got bere just as soon as I read the papers." "Glad you came." Marx ap proved warmly. "We want to know all we can about Sewell. Don't know very much right now." "Gosh, I can't tell you any thing," the Major sighed. "I guess no one knew very much about him. Close-mouthed, old Sewell was. Close-mouthed. Even to me, and we were doing business for ten years. We've been working to gether right along. In fact. He was peculiar, poor fellow. Very pe culiar." "When did you see him last?" ""About a week ago." "He didn't." remarked Marx, "ever tell you about anybody who might do him. did he?" "Naw!" The Major scouted the notion. "Last thing in the world he'd think of. And it'd be the last thing he'd, tell me." "You never had any trouble with him did you?" -Who, me?" We were pals!" Marx nodded as if satisfied. Then he reached in his pocket for the receipt found in the wall safe. "You recognise this?" The Major took it and read aloud: "Paid in Full." Then he shook' his head determinedly. "No!" Neversaw it before." "Don't know the handwriting?" No!" "Now, what would Sewell be do- POLLY AND HER PALS OH: Htr5 60T A HEART OF t 60UD, I 6UES5,r3uT7HEM THIKJK TERRIBLE Or ELMER, OP HIS," p TILLIE, THE TOILER BACK'S TAVcmS HS VACATION MEXT VA1EEVC AMD IP MAC VJOULD ONLy VUAIY AND HIS VOVriOKJ tyVTEfc, Vl 1 "TkLET MIME Ton s J as' 1 1 sry 11 -i 1 -J ZM'z - m ill . sur I "ttHNi I Y)i I I Gwt BriU- rtrM, rrrjKtrj j LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY V MISS ANN. Y 1--.::-TUlS IS THE . --I. UllS rS MOTHER. ) f 6Et W p1 04ILTX MlSSWWlPPrT V '" K maw Comet Vvvhat? M I tMis isT5usea wou--do. ) L CHILD m -lM K V f HfW litfuimai? 1 TOOTS AND CASPER FOtt caw; CASPERQCr BY EXPRESS A CRATE. TH& Containing A TRlCtCVETO THE UTTLE MYSTEPfBoV OUT 1M OkLA. HOMAl -LITTLE. DCES CAMPER. W&KM TriATXf5TBEKSa HB NAILED OM THt UD . imOTMEU CRATBl : THBIS06 : lag with THAT la his safe?" -God knows!' Marx sat down heavily, stared out of the window In silence. The Major fussed with his derby. "Ever bear Sewell talk about Mrs. Edison?" Marx turned to face the Major bow. "No." -Or young Edison?" "No." "Did he ever talk about his wife?" The Major hesitated. "No," be said finally. "Sure." "Well," be looked at Marx fur tively, "I suppose there was noth ing to it. but that day at the club she called him up about something and when be got out of the booth he was all fussed up, sort of scared." "What'd he tell you?" demand ed Marx. "Why," summered tha Major, "he was upset about her. They were separated, and she was de manding alimony or something, and when he came out of the tele phone booth he says to me: -Major, that woman's going to be the death of me. " "Mmm," grounted Marx. 'That don't mean nothing.' "No," said the Major, "but he went on to say as she was brought up in the Kentucky mountains and didn't think nothing of horse whipping or shooting. Mind you, I don't want to get anyone in trou- jble, but now that you ask me, he os 0 vr uiv ouv t aa viiuci a ua oiiui. He was sort of rambling. I could not quite make him out. Then he shut up and never said another word. Peculiar feller, Sewell. Very peculiar." (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) warn, laid er u. s. PRESIDENT WASHINGTON, June 11. (AP) President Hoover Monday laid the cornerstone of the new de partment of commerce building and termed tha structure the'Eelle, 15. MY 60SH! TEETH r7 LIKE- A AM SLACK KES f JXD t HAVEM'T - Him because HE EEMS JDETfMlWCt ON I Mac VA41TH V TWO CEKTTo. m rrTOo ePookV all I"' 1 1 M V 1 kVENlNWir rVB HEARD THE I BLOOMING CAA. most Important in tbe new pro gram for better accommodation ot tbe government aad beautiTi cation of the national capital. The chief executive delivered a brief address at tbe conclusion of a program in which Secretary La ment, Senator Smoot of Utah, Representative Elliott of Indiana, and George B. Cortelyou, the first secretary of commerce, participat ed. In setting the stone, Mr. Hoo ver used the trowel employed by George Washington in laying the cornerstone of the capital in 1793. The occasion, Mr. Hoover said, marked the emergence of the com merce department into full matur ity and service and had a signifi cance which he, as a former secre tary of the department and one who had had some part in plan ning for the building, could truly appreciate. Setting the corner stone of any great public build ing in Washington, he declared, is a milestone of progress not only of the capitol but ot the nation as a whole. LOXDOX CROWDS XOT ACTORS London crowds do not make good film actors, declare directors after trying to make scenes in busy streets recently. In taking the first picture it was found, that the people were not "ca mera broke," and that the police interfered with the work. The producers appealed to the Home Office, in charge of the police force, and co-operation of the "Bobbies" was enlisted. But as soon as the camera began to click, the crowds just stopped and gathered around the machine. Policemen tried to keep the peo ple moving, saying, "Look natur al," as they did so. So far all the picture people have been able to obtain are scenes of throngs staring directly at the machines. YOUXG HERO DROWNS CARTHAGE, Mo., June 11 (AP) Exhausted by his part in the saving of three other chil dren, Francis McNew, 17, drowned Monday In Center creek, five miles southwest of here, in a fu tile effort to save his sister. Anna FDLL' HE LOOKS PUnJO WITHOUT V4HV f)OMT you "TREAT him eytraj MICE AMD THEM ASK HIM 1M OMfc OF WIS iOEAK. Moments? VWRDB TV3 YOU r, lUUT.tt Y I CAN'T FIND HIM ASNYWHBBH.' I HAVEWTT EPM HIM ALL. DAY! I'M ETTtNr j "worried; 9 GOOD-NIGHT I STORIES By Max Trell n KnarTs Menagerie Honses Only4 Animal Crackers "If we could only go to Africa." said Yam. "we could see lions and tigers and giraffes and elephants and " "We could se a whole menag erie," broke in Hanid. MiJ and Flor nodded. But Knarf disagreed. "Why must you go all the way to Africa, when you ran see all those animals without stepping out of this house?" he said. The other shadow-children gaz ed at him in amazement. "That's impossible!" they cried. "There are no lions here!" ex claimed Yam. "Nor tigers." put in Mij. "Here Are the Animals! "Nor elephants!" added Flor. "Nor the rest of the menag erie!" concluded Hanid. "That shows how little you know," replied Knarf, smiling wisely. "All those animals are in this house. I saw them only yes terday." They looked carefully at the lit tle shadow-boy to see If he were joking. But no he appeared as serious as could be, which, you will admit, is serious enough. "Let's go and see them," said WHADDYr OH' I 6UESS THINK OFI A KIK1T5 ASH, r EVERyTHlrJe, Elmer J AWFUL EARS r TVE MAMS IS 181 H(THAklt UJfl VMISH I j.t'M MOT FTyoa SUR-E cam fW FOB THE ,VO BUSy EMC3HT I 1-TlLl.lE . EiO VCw3T BUBBLES ' StSr- CAM Ij, WHLH 1 E5MAJ?AUM MllWWPrT- I MUST MAKE A MOTE OPUDUR FAUUy HEARING -TH4T6 OUne IMPDRTAMT. AMD Mj$S ArAM.IrUVtr MAOB CMC StJOR DMLV CCrVJOOCT OURT VtXJ AWSTUDV IT WMHEI HAVE Wf &A66A&5 BUTTERCUP r& KIEAOLY FPAKTIC! WHY, rD Die IP ePARB-OtBS 1 aa -5?Q-VHeKI 1 YEU J around; St- Home-Making Helps By ELEANOR ROSS KITCHEN CLOSKTS FOR NEATNESS The closet craze has struck the kitchen in full force, and npw there's hardly a species of kitch en equipment that hasn't a closet of Jts own. China closets, broom closets, cleaning closets, sink clos ets, closets especially devised for cooking utensils the kitchen of the future may present an ex panse of doors and doors alone. Perhaps they'll be labeled to guide the worker who can't pos sibly remember what's stored be hind what door. Ntvertheless they are all ex tremely useful. They automatical ly compel everything to be placed where it belongs and thus save endless time and labor starching for that special saucepan or spe cial knife or little duster and whatnot. The small metal closet suspended over the sink and con taining only tht scourers, soaps and mops required for kitchen use is especially neat and useful Yam. "You can't see them," Knarf looked up at the clock. "They won't come out for another for another half hour yet." " "You mean at five o'clock?" said Mij. "At five o'clock agreed Knarf. "And where do they come out to?" Flor wanted to know. "Sh-h!" Knarf cautioned. "Don't talk so loudly. They may overhear you. They come out to the dining room table. Tbey stay there until half-past five and then they go back to a great big box. But tbey don't all go back. Some disappear " "Disappear!" cried the others. Knarf nodded. "They disappear," he repeated mysteriously. "One day it is a lion and three tigers that disappear. The next day it is seven giraffes. And on Sunday, when company comes, they all disappear!" "I think," replied Knarf, "that they eat each other up." HES GOT MVSoSh! UP-AGT AkI' RUT THEM LlKEr A of his,- BOTH DOORS 0PEM'. ii i WMIPPIT-1 r4M- 7AM. AJSISE -7:15 BATHE, DRESS-AT R2ESEMT MX)RSELF ril4SSQ0ClLr 315 OME -STUOV UKITIL t RM. -6:lO fNSER-TCrt STUfff hRETIBE AT SflOSlM', MAR.V BLLEA4.I MAKE OUT A QKAETTDR HER! LETS DO IX AmD HAM6 IT. OM HER "DOOR ! EAl5: EATS! MLTK a. "vc 1 a a sr n aa sa aa a tltaa I K. a. m. - - rtc 9 NUT UtT 1 and takes the blight off what was once an eyesore over a spotless sink a row of sospsnded mops and odds and ends of cleaning agents. A rather new and very conve nient closet is that for holding cutting and mixing tools. It's a most workmanlike kit that is fast ened against the kitchen wall, somewhere near the table where food is prepared. Or it can be ob tained in triangular form so that it fits in odd small corner, ustful for nC&lag else. Within thfd eloset are several special racks of various size and with different spacing. There's a rack to hold half a dozen knivt and in such position that their edges won't be dulled nor your hand inadvertently scraped or cu,. Then there are niches to hold egg beater, spatula, ladles, sieves and strainers. Once the it?ms are in place, you need never search for a miss ing tool. The shadow-children became more and more curious. They could ha idly wait until the clo-K struck five. The moment it Ud they dashed into the dinng room. Their little masters and mistress es were sitting around the tabl. Inda, the maid, was pouring tea. 'Inda." said the children's mother, "bring in the animals." "See," cried Knarf, "It's just aa I told you." The shadows were more puz zled than before. How could thy dare to let the animals loose on the table white the children wra having tea! The next instant Inda came in with a platter. She set it down in the center of the table. "Here are the animals." thm said. Mij, Flor, Hanid and Yam lift ed themselves over the edge of tbe table and took a peek. "Why," they exclaimed, "they are nothing but crackers!" And that's what they were animal crackers! By CLIFF STERRETT del? he looks TAXI - CAB WITH By RUSS WESTOVER By VERD tmim6's AEE COM IMCf TO A BREAK1M6 FblMT INJ A fiUSH -OUR UTTLE AMrAlEv REALIZES MOQB, AMD "EACH DA4, THAT. IFTHERES AMV OME TMlMea IM MMPHT: The Mouse thats UMMECESSARff; IT IS AiOTHIMca BUT usaoYiu LfTTU? SELF! JIMMY MURPHY Aifll Oc-r rSFPE-R!Bs!vre, in sr iktrx . - k aaka, a&A m rwii in -ra&. ATTeapocrr BUST f VP- 1 r 1 Wrtttfa HfWs 1