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Stocker were I in rather fair demand, but the weak mws In beeves hurt the entire trade price. One' a cattle market range: Prime 'ht steers J.506.0 Good light steers 5.50 (.55 I'rijne heavy st-ers .. .. .50W."5 Ptockers and feeders 4.766.75 Prime nehorned cows and heifers B.Ofl'ffS.!." Common cows ..... .. 2.00AM. 00 Enlist ; 3.008 . Prime light veal celves ... 7.50ff8in Prime tavy veal clve.--., 4.O0?6.00 lul!)n Runs Omlni'e Small. Ci.i'tinued small run of mutfri nnd innihs are shown In the, North Pel lain yards. Receipts- the last w 'ik vere but froc. jr. ijiv more thi i h-.lf . ';oo of the pic '"'.if six dav-. l.illle of the stock tl- :t v.cre forward v-i. f-." the open nr-'Kel killers be ing l i.ers to ;h'i,itelves frini co'c 'r points. Trend Of the mn,t -,tmaln firm, genera mutton d I -Tib marke .: S'.'tt spring lam" . t I."1! Ordinary Inmhs 8 " ft ,.'nrllngs .. '.if" 'id J d 'o common wcir,. 5. Tiff 6.0" Mh 'T tr common eco .. J.Oflff 4.5-t Villa has died In as many ways us a moving picture "heavy" and thnt Is a great record. V 1 ! V; Mostman and Vance, the 1916 Model Roys at the Alt. New dimes have been put in circu lation, but In this era of high prices what chance has a dime? BETTER AND SOFTER LIGIIT Is assured by the use ot som of these beautiful fixtures of ours. They give a light that Illuminates the room perfectly, but that does not tire or strait the eyes. They are not expen sive considering their extra ef ficiency and extra beauty. Why not at least see them? J. L. VAUGHAN me COPYAICHT ;' q i 6 ,ey consolidatco IIM COeoATIOl Sjmoptia. TTAROLD STANLEY, reporter for LI. Hew fork daily, owned by hit lather, U in love with Florenc VonlroK, daughter of Dr. Montrote, irho hat spent hit life perfecting narhine to rejuvenate humanity. , lanley hat been working on the myt rioui murder of fourteen wealthy no Torkert, ' each ttrangled by a ing of tupernatural power. Th9 'st view of the murderer it o6 ihifd by Florence Montrote, when 'nnley't father it made the victim the fifteenth Crimim Stain nmr r in her home, In an attempt to t Stanley out of the uay became hat raited a hue and cry over hit ithffi death, Pierre La Rue, the mr, runt into Florence and dit in that the recognizet him. La ii'' ffldtt Tanner kidnap Florence, niley runt the flying auto dotcn .;.' to find that the girl hat been . into o hypnotic trance and can 1 nothing. it Dr. Montrote ' Uhet Florence, Pierre La Rue ..n't in. Vnder the tpell of La ' it't gate, Florence titt up. Dr, i-.-.trote becomct enraged and cotci o jardiniere at La Rue. It nthet through a door. The thock rakt the hypnotic tpell. Iliram Lent, who hat alirayt kept rge tum of money in hit home, i urdcrtd by the Crimton Btain. hrence gelt a note in Btanley't riling tailing he it in trouble at c Lent houte. Rhe obeyt the im laring tummont to come and jutt at h- it to be left in the Lent houne to ie lilnn n up by Tanner the it rescued ;y Stanley. CHPATER iV. rhe Mysterious Disappearance. AROLD STANLEY, two days later, was about to leave his office for the after noon, when Florence Mont rose's card was brought to iiim. ' The girl came In, bringing with her an elusive atmosphere of youth and loveliness that seemed to illumine the dingy little workaday office. ' "I've been shopping," she told .Stanley as he hurried forward to wel come her. "And I've stopped in, for a second, on my way uptown, to see if there is any clue yet to the ex plosion at the Lent house or to poor old Mr. Lent's death. It's all taken such a strange hold on me! I can't wait for tomorrow's paper to read about It. Is there anything new?" "No," he returned. "Worse luck! In these Crimson Stain cases, there's never anything new, so far as we in vestigators are concerned. The Crim son Stain supplies us with 'something new' all the lime, in the shape of fresh outrages. But we are too stu pid to expose or even check them." He spoke bitterly; with a sense of almost hopeless defeat. And the girl was roused to quick sympathy at his chagrin. "You're doing splendidly," she said, "No one could do more. The whole suit t talking about the Examin er's wonderful crusade against the CriuuftW Stain. I rw.d your editorial Jiib morning, toe the editorial flay irg P:r!sh for not doing more. It as pc-.-iectly fine, Harold. I"ta sure it will opur him to " "To hating the Examiner, "finished Stanley. "That's about nil the good it will do, I'm afraid. The police lepartment In general, is doing the veryr best It can; and doing a lot bet ter than the police departments of nost other cities could; but this man, i'arrish, who has International fame ,:s a detective, ami to whom the city is paying big money to clear up the Crimson Stain Mystery he seems to doing nothing. And I was glad of a chance to say so In print." "I wish I could do something to help!" she sighed. "A woman is so helpless!" "A woman," he contradicted, "is about the most helpful personage in all the universe. And there is some thing you can do." "What? Tell me." "You remember every detail of the Crimson Stain man's face, you pay the man who hypnotized you. And you saw another member of the gang, too. I don't mean the chnufTour w-ho came to you with that forged note from me; the one whose body was found after the explosion. I mean the man who was waiting at the Lent house for you the man who tried to bind your hands. You must surely remember his face, too? "Indeed, I do!" she said with a reminiscent shudder. 'Td know him again anywhere." "Then whenever you are out of doors keep a lookout for the Crim son Stain man and for that lieuten nt of his. Search the faces in every rowd. If you happen to see either of them, call the nearest policeman and give him Into custody. If these Is no policemnn In sight, follow them at a distance to whatever house they enter. And then telephone me, at once. You are the only living soul, outside the gang Itself, who can rec ognise two of thnt gang's members. So don't say you're 'helpless.' You may prove to be the most valuable al l we have. Will you remember?" "Yes!" she cried eagerly. "Oh, yes! Wouldn't It be wonderful If I could fir-d one of them for you! I'm going to be on the lookout every mtnute. I promise." Harold Stanley's private office had two doors one leading Into the city oom of the Examiner, the other Into short corridor that enam at The next installment of "The crlm Emm mMmrnm - Tou'rc you're surely not going to feto do II hatF the building's, elevator shaft Along this corridor, at the moment Florence Montrose's car3 was handed to Stan ley Detective Parrish was striding. Early in the Crimson Stain cru sade Stanley had given orders that Parrish or any police official should be permitted to enter his office by this latter route without an instant' delay. Parrish was availing himself of this permission. But, as his hand was on the knob of the office door, he paused; the sound ot voices from within the room reaching him with almost perfect distinctness. He stood there, listening to Stanley's talk with Florence Montrose. Presently Par rish stole away from the door and returned to the elevator. But per haps on impulse he was back again in the hallway five minutes later. Florence was Just saying good-by to Harold as the detective arrived. As soon as she had gone Parrish stamped unannounced into the priv ate office. "Look here, Mr. Stanley!" he growled angrily and with no other salutation, "I read that roast on me In this morning's Examiner. And I want to tell you right now that you're got to stop hammering me in print Understand that? You've got to stop "Certainly, Mr. Parrish," was Stan ley's unexpectedly meek reply. "The attacks on you shall be stopped at once if you really wish it " "I do!" "On just one condition," pursued Harold. "On condition that you do what the city Is hiring you to do and show some real activity in solving the Crimson Stain Mystery.' " "Activity?" fumed Parrish. "Ain't I working day and night? I " "Yes," acceded Stanley, "you are. You are 'running around In circles, making a noise like an earnest work er' and you're actually doing noth ing. I've been watching you, Mr. "Parrish, and I've been having you watched. Stanley was interrupted by an office boy, who brought a card to him. Glancing at it, he said to the boy: "Bring Mr. Clayton In here." Parrish, at the sound of the new guest's name, grunted a surly good-by and left the office as he had come. He slammed the door shut behind him and stamped noisily down the hall toward the elevator. But at the fourth stride he halted and softly came back to the door, stooping witfc his ear close to the keyhole, "I'm going up to Vanya Tosca's flat for afternoon tea," Clayton said after shaking hands with Stanley. "I dropped in to see if you'd go there with me." "No, thanks," was Stanley's curt answer. "I don't care to." "Why not?" demanded Clayton, wondering at the other's manner. "Frankly," replied Harold, "he cause I don't like her and I don't trust her. I've been putting two and two together ibis past day or so snd it seems to me there's something ftsliy about her presence In your studio both those times you were uncon scious. She " "Nonsense!" declared Clayton. "The first time she came there after I'd been knocked out, and she found me nnd brought me to myvsenses. The second time. I just keeled over from reaction, as a result of the brain con cussion I'd had. That sort of thing often happens. She brought me to, again. I tell you, Stanley, you're misjudging a noble woman. And I tell you I don't like it. I know her better than you do. And and I'm not ashamed to say I'm pretty deep In love with her." "I'm sorry, old man," answered Harold, genuine sadness In his voice. "Because I don't think she's worthy ot you. And I don't think she lovea you." "Why don't you think she loves me?" queried Claj'ton, hotly. "Twice, this past week, I've seen her with Truxton Lambert Once In his big limousine, and once " , "Truxton Lambert? Who's he? "I thought you knew him. He's a man-about-town, of a peculiarly ob-Joj-tlonahle type. Made his pile In diamond-smuggling. The 'Diamond King' they call him. He is enor mously rich. And his repuatlon is about as rotten as any man's could be without landing him in Jail. No decent woman can afford to be seen with him." "I'm going to tell her, then," said Clayton, "what kind of a man he la 8he doesn't know, I'm sure. And I'm just as sure she Isn't Interested In him. Or In any other man but me. I'm going up there now. I know she can explain. And. out of common fairness to her, I want you to come along and hear her explanation. You owe it to her. And to me. i- son Stain Mystery" will appear In A, Novelized hyAlBZVCt PAYSON TERHUNE Fr.jConsolidalcd . Motion JWciurc.Tri umph J 5 v - ! .A - f-.j . ,- '.--r" 'j,-mlfc-ytiiBf---3ag.---.M.l.I v.tjl "1 can't go op there with you," said Harold. "I've some work down town, that I have to attend to be fore I go home. But if you Insist on such a foolish thing, I'll meet you at her apartment in about half an hour, though I don't like the Idea of doing it. It's useless. And she will hate me for warning you against her. Good-by, old chap." In an incredibly short time after ward, Pierre La Rue was calling up Vanya's apartment and issuing curt directions. 'Tve sent word to Tanner," he said, "to let Florence Montrose get a glimpse of him, on her way uptown, and to let her keep him in sight till he goes into your apartment-house. See that the hallboy is out on some errand for you. I'll be there within ten minutes too, as we planned. So, phone Lambert to come, on any pre text you like. He's ripe, and this is our time. Tell him you're in financial trouble and ask him to bring along all the money in cash, not check he can lay his hands on at such short notice. And the necklace he promised you. Be sure to get him. I'll leave the details of the trap to you." "You're you're surely not going to to do IT here? Not here at my apartment?" faltered Vanya. "Think of the danger, and " "The danger'will be nothing at all," interrupted La Rue. "I'm not going to use the finger necklace. He is go ing to be killed by some one else some other way." Florence Montrose drove slowly uptown in her little roadster. From side to side, in such moments as she did not need all her attention for the guiding of her car, her dark eyes roved, searching the faces of pedes trians and other car occupants. The thought that she alone could be of service to the man she cared for in this campaign he was so fiercely wag ing rejoiced her. And she resolved to spend hours every day in the search. Far uptown, where street and side walk traffic had begun to grow much thinner, her gaze fell upon a man who was strolling toward her on the left side of the street At once, Florence recognized the man who had confronted ber in the Lent house. She stared more closely at him. There could be no mistake. Apparently he did not see her, for he walked straight on, with no ef fort at concealment. Florence let him walk past her. Then she turned the roadster and slowly followed him. Then Tanner turned in at a side street and stopped in front of an apartment house. He looked furtively to left and right, as though fearful he might be seen entering; then, cautiously, he slipped into the build ing. Florence left her car at the curb, a half-block below, and went on to the apartment house on foot. She glanced into the front hall. It seemed de serted. Thinking she might learn from the hallboy into which apart ment the man had gone, she stepped into the ill-lighted hall. Instantly, a coat was thrown over her head from behind, binding her and muffling her cries. Her arms were swathed and helpless in the gar ment's heavy folds. She felt herself picked up and carried rapidly for ward. Into Vanya Rosca's apartment ran Tanner, with his struggling burden. "There!" he panted, breathless with exertion, "That's done." "Is she? Did you? questioned Vanya. , "No," said Tanner. "She's alive. I'm leaving her there till Pierre comes. He told me to." "He'll be here any minute, "Vanya replied, nervously, "And so will Trux ton Lambert. Better get out of the way. I wish to heaven I could! This pretty flat of mine will be a sham bles," she added, with an uncontrol lable shudder. "Lambert? You mean the 'Diamond King chap that La Rue has been having you dazzle so's we could get him where we want him? He's going to finish him here? If a man's found In vour flat with the finger-necklace mas on his throat " "He won't be. The blame will be shifted. I don't know Just now. It's all horrlMe. And Harold Stanley's coming here, too." "H'm!" commented Tanner. "Even as sharp a guy as Pierre will have his hands full with an afternoon's pro gram like that. But think of the cleverness of him. Lambert, Stanley, Florence Montrose all three in one smash. And without the linger neck lace! Well, let Pierre play a lone hand on it It's too big a Job for me to butt in on. without orders. I'm glad to be out of it" She led the way down the flat's long hall, toward the kitchen. Kooen Clayton at the same moment arrived at the apartment's front door. Vanya The Dally Eat Orcgonian on Monday. V had neglected to shut It tightly when she admitted Tanner and Florence. It had swung ajar. One of the Idiotic Impulses that Infest the brains of otherwise sane men. when they are in love now oc curred to Clayton. Without ringing; the belL be slipped noiselessly Into the apartment, closing the door be hind him, and made his way to the living-room, Vanya was not there. He passed through the curtains into an alcove beyond, and drew the curtains together behind him. Stand ing there, he opened his mouth to call Vanya, preparing to enjoy her surprise at hearing his voice and not seeing him. His lips parted, but no word was spoken. For. at that instant the door bell rang. Clayton heard Van ya's light step come along the hall. He heard her open the front door and, with an exclamation of delighted welcome, led a visitor into the living-room. Clayton peered through a tiny gap In the curtain. Vanya was entering the living-room, talking with gay ani mation to an overdressed, animal faced man, who stared at her in evi dent worship. A throb of hot jealousy tore through Clayton's heart Clenching his flats, he took a step forward. His hands went up to tear aside the curtains and to reveal himself to the woman and her admirer. Just then a tap on the shoulder made Clayton spin about He had thought himself alone in the tiny, dim-lit alcove. But as he turned he saw a man who had appeared seemingly from nowhere, and who was peering fixedly into his eyes. Clayton sought to speak, to demand the reason of the other's mysterious presence there. But for some reason he was dumb. Be tried to move, but his body would not respond to the call of his will. For a moment the artist's feeble will power tried to comb at the weird grip that the stranger's eyes were having udoj him. But he felt himself helpless, and weakly gave up the struggle. And now this flaming-eyed stranger was saying something to him. Then, to all intents and purposes, Robert Clayton fell asleep. Harold Stanley, mounting the steps of the apartment house, heard him self addressed, civilly enough, by a man in the street behind him. He turned, and recognized Alward, one of Parrish's assistants a plain-ciothes detective who had been working for some weeks on the Crimson Stain case. "Good afternoon, Mr. Stanley," the man was saying, and he added: 'That was a pretty fierce slap you handed my chief in the Examiner this morning. He " They both wheeled and with one impulse dashed into the house. For in the middle of Alward's words a heavy-caliber revolver had been fired, almost directly above their heads. "That's from Vanya Tosca's apart ment! The second floor front," thought Stanley as he raced up the sinple flight of stairs at the plain clothes man's side. The window was open. On the living-room floor, face up ward, sprawled Truxton Lambert, a bullet wound through his head. Senseless anl lying asprawl on a rug, just In front of the alcove curtains, lay Robert Clayton. His clothing was awry. One hand clutched a re volver. Stanley bent over him as Alward and the policeman knelt beside Lam bert, listening at Clayton's heart Stanley found the artist was still liv ing. No wound was on his body. Indeed he seemed more like a man who was fast asleep than like the victim of a swoon. Presently, Alward rose from Lam bert's side and crossed over to Clay ton. Taking the revolver from the artist's nerveless fingers, he "broke" It One cartridge alone had been fired. "That seems to settle It," pro. nounced Alward, "he shot that other fellow, and then keeled over from shock at what he d done. But what I can't understand Is how he had time to rob him, too, before we got here. The other man's watch and ring and studs are gone and his pockets are Inside out." "Then Clayton didn't do it!" de clared Harold positively. 'Tve known him all his life. He might or might not shoot a man In anger. But he'd never rifle the body. Beside, you yourself see he couldn't have done it in the time he had. And there is no slgn'of the loot anywhere about him. No, we'll have to loolj further. I'll stake my life on his Innocence. And I'll be responsible for his appearance In court if he is wanted." November 13. Out stepped Parrish. The fNEl detective that the door behind Mat, silenced his subordinate's aunased querUa with a gesture and said uss peratjTerr: "Come and help ma search usl flat" With the dumfotmded Alward tot lowing, Parrish led the way down to hail toward the dining-room at the rear. At the dining-room threefold) he halted. There at full length lay Vaoyf Tosca. Around her white threat showed faint marks of the "sngesj necklace" so familiar to the police. At Alward's cry of amazetneol Stanley and the policeman came oing down the haJL iwn the haJL Crimson Stain!" exclaimed In horror as he saw the taiV! - "The Stanley tale bruises; "but the marks r, much fainter than ever I've sees them." Alward wan chafing the ttncotw scions woman's hands. Parrish Hung . a glassful of ice water into her faea, Slowly Vanya began to revive. Btan- ley lifted a glass of spirits to her Hps. ' She sipped the fiery liquid, then etuv- j ered and sat upright "What's what's happened?" eha murmured. I "That's what weTe hero to ask)' you," answered Parrish roogWyy "What do you know about all tiust Come, now, speak up!" "I I came in here to to get aom , cigarets for Mr. Clayton and lfr. ! Lambert," she murmured incoher ently. "They were calllne: on ma. I came in here. And and somebody crept up behind me and caught me by the throat. I oh, I don't remember anything after that except that 1 could not breathe." "The Crimson Stain!" cried Alvar In triumph, "that's it. He trie strangle her. Then Clayton aad Lambert get to Quarreling in the Irv ing room, and the shot .scared this Crimson Stain murderer away beCor he could finish his work. That's it" "Come back to the living room, ail of youl" ordered Parrish. "Eelp the. lady along with us. We'll go over Ub ground there once more." Back tbey trooped to the seen ot the shooting, the rear of the flat he ing thus left vacant And along tfc vacated hallway ran Tanner. Ha halted at a closet door, stooped, gath ered the half-suffocated Florence op in his arms and sped back to the kitchen with her. "Quick!" whispered La Rue, who awaited him there. "Get her oat at this. Take her to your own place and) finish the business then, It isn't safe to do it here. I didn't count as the front window being open and the shot being located so quickly. Vaav ya's explained the rest But aka couldn't explain Florence Montrose ' body being found here." Tanner, shifting his limp burden tm . his arms, bounded down the atalrkt ' As he reached the side entrance hov tore away the enveloping coat flor ence lay very still, oer eyes shut, Cat he half -carried, half -supported her to the waiting cab. Tanner could havo sworn she was unconscious. ( Off started the taxi at Tanner's. ; word of command. Eastward it sped ; until, at an avenue, it was momeav ,' tarily checked by a crowd of traffic . . And in that moment the cab door, flew open. Tanner turned, an instant too late to catch Florence as she sprang to the ground. Be leaped out in pursuit, then draw back. For the girl was hurrying to ward a traffic policeman. Tanner shouted to the chauffeur; and the taxi wheeled about and set off at to speed down a side street When Robert Clayton was finally roused he seemed like a man in a dream. He could give no clear as count of himself; nor did he realise at all what had happened. Stanley took him Dome, again promising that the artist should appear in court when he was well enough. j Then Harold, leaving Alward AO guard at Clayton's studio, went to his office. On his return, early In the evening, Alward was still waiting its' front of the building. Stanley glanced upward to see it there were a bgnt in Clayton's win dow. As he did jo. he saw i human, figure silhouetted against tie night sky the figure of a man wf.o stood swaying on the nigh parape. if th building, as if about to dive into tb street below. Without a word. Stanley r shed i.p stairs toward the roof. Alward frV lowed; but, not divining Harold's pur- pose, ran into Clayton's top floirt studio. Then, presently, finding Stan ' ley had gone to the room, he, too, clambered up through the open scut tle at the end of the topmost hallway, Stanley, gaining the roof, beheld Clayton, still swaying perilously on the parapet edge as if trying to nerve himself for the leap. He hurled himself forward and seized the artuit just as the. latter launched hiruwUf into space. I With a mighty heave Stanley , dragged Clayton back to safety. Clay ton, like a man newly aroused from ; sleep, stood blinking tif ertalnly at him. Before either of them could speak, Alward joined them. "lut b ing the artist by the shouldtr, the plain clothes man said: ' "You are under arrest ftr the nrnJV J der of Truxton Lambert" i'nder arrest?" stammered Clay-) ion dully. "1?" "What does this mean?" ansa Harold in the same brt at h. J "What does this mean?" echced AV . ward. "H means he's the man w. , want. Take a look at this note I just found on hta studio table." Stanley glanced at the half sheetl of paper. By the uncertain light b read: "i am about to end my life, I aO guilty of the murder of Truxton Lanv 1 bert Rohkht CtAim." ! "This Is a horrible mistake of some kind!" cried Harold. "You're right it la" grimly asennt- , ed Alward. "He ought to have jumped a half second m-oner." (TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WA'BK.J