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PAGE SIX THE CAPITAL Mil AL KA1.KM. OREGON WEDNESDAY, MAY 21, 1930 iurder at LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE t.u. And Go By Haro'tl Gray tt 'CHARiBt BOOTH Chapter 21 CAROLINE'S LOGIC I doubted that Samuels was as sure of himself as he pretended to be about Lum we a guilt. "Does monsieur forget those oth ers?" Flique Inquired. "The "little mademoiselle, M. Annersley and Mile. Jahries. le Bala I re and Cic eron Bee, Grainger and M. le Pro fesseur? And has not Grainger to be asked about Lum We's guilt?' "We've caught Grainger in two lies already." Samuels replied hotly. "I've a notion Lum We and he are In this business together. "But consider, my friend' Fllque continued earnestly. "We are not sure this Is the big mystery. You will confine Lum We, that is proper. But do not officially charge him with the crime until we have how you say? investigated further. "You'ra probably right," Samuels grunted. "I guess we can lock him up In that garage downstairs." He removed the handcuffs from Lum We's wrists. "I am honored that Mr. Samuels condescends to believe me," Lum We purred, bowing. "I don't," Samuels assured him emphatically. "Tills house Is crazy, and I'm giving you your chance with the rest of the crowd, that's alL Get along I' The north end of the building. walled off from the garage, served as power house and workshop. Its three windows made It impossible for out purpose. Lum We himself aolved our problem. "If Mr. Samuels will condescend to look at the southmost wall he will reveal a small door," Lum We Informed us with a benignant smile. The south wall was In shadow. and we had not noticed the door. Samuels approached It suspiciously, appreciating the novelty of a pris oner discovering his own Jail. "What's the idea?" Samueds ask ed. "Mr. Samuels will consider It an ample security for my miserable carcass," the Chinaman explained blandly. The door opened Into a small square room with cement walls, floor and celling. A single window, so small that even Lum We could not have crawled through It, shed dingy light upon a cobwebby accu mulation of old trunks and furni ture. The door was of two inch pine. Samuels, still suspicious, thumped upon the walls and eyed the window. "A veritable dungeon !H Flique ex claimed. We backed out, leaving Lum We behind, and Samuels slammed the door. He swung the hasp over and ran one of his handcuffs through the staple, securing the door. "That'll hold him," Samuels said. "And now monsieur will resume his search for the shoe that trod that blackness Into the carpet, eh?" Flique chuckled. "First the little mysteries, then the big mystery. That is the way of life, is it not?" Samuels muttered one of his im precations and took himself off. "What next?" I Inquired of Flique. "To think and to act, mon ami, that Is the sum of achievement, yes? I shall think, and you, M. TAntiquaire, shall find the pretty I mademoiselle. It Is well that I am I not 20 years younger. Run along.! my little one." 1 You soon lose touch with the ardencies of youth In the antique business, and I hurried off feeling ridiculously Juvenile. Caroline had said she would be tip on the slope and I followed the path that ran along the edge of The Gut. It was apparent at a glance that The Gut could not be crossed, exepet perhaps at very low tide, as Professor Johns and Hendricks had paid. Even now it was impassable. Tawny waters hissed violently into aerret ravrms. No one crossed It 1 At' It OSS 1. riilrf II un nils a tunn S, Mrt nnullral 1. UHmtr 14, t'tmlrlf nnr for dulNir anaj wllh ruio katu-rtri It. FMlnla at 17 fHnner URnirr 1 failed apart la. lift t. rat as It, Ovrrtrawa ho ft 1U Mrslt II. hairatlTa tt, lrl4 s-raiMa t laierailRiluat SS. iNhnkllaal efi HMt II. frrUlalaf U Knlla tt, Mrlal raitva- r 17. aiaall Baa a, (Ha illy i. ran of a aararif It. aaal la Raw Tora ilntt 4S. IMKh i aloiltat fotloi. 41. Junta 4k Kilra part 44. Wnlhrri dial. 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The Out was curved like a scimi tar, its point extending southward A half mile of brisk walking had brought me almost to the apex of The Gut Chaparral clad the trail on either side of the slope, but as I drew near to the bluff It thinned down to solitary clumps of lilac or buckthorn. "Such a lovely morning to be lazy," Caroline said. "How did you manage ta get away from that funny Mr. Flique?" Caroline's warm voice came from behind a thicket of buckhorn to my left I found her sitting against a eucalyptus tree with a book on her lap and that bantering look I loved in her eyes. "He told me to come and find you" I laughed. dropping beside hex. Tnat was nice of rum. isn't it gorgeous up here? I could almost forget that horrible affair ever hap pened." That was my thought when you spoke,"- I said. "You feel as though you had come up out of something corrupt." Caroline's eyes sparkled. "You are such a refreshing young man, Mr. Hunt." "That's interesting. In what way?" "How old are you?" Thirty almost." "Heavens I Whoever heard of a man of that age being in the antique business. I thought they were all 60 at least, and wore beards like Victorian scientists and editorial writers." "You think my profession has aged me, then?" I was sitting on the grass at her feet, my face on a level with hers, and I knew I had never seen any thing quite so satisfactory aa the picture she made. "I'm not so sure now," she in formed me meditatively. "I thought you were old inside, I mean but you are not. I suppose it's that thin dark, wiry look you have." Sudden ly she was laughing at me, little crinkles tugging devastatingly at the corners of her eyes and mouth. "M. 1'Antlqualre," she declared. "You are younger than you were lost night. I dont believe you are more than 16. "Well." I grinned. "I've been through a good deal since last night." Her eyes darkened and I regret ted the reference I had made. "So have I," she replied soberly. "You must have a good deal to tell me." "I'd sooner talk about something else, I said gently. "So would I," and she smiled wist fully. "But you musn't forget that Mr. Samuels still suspects me ol killing Parados." "Samuels," I said stoutly, "Is an ass. Put I doubt very much If be does suspect you now. No restrictions had been placed upon me and I described my ven ture during the night, recounted what Flique bad told me, and I in formed her of what had developed during the morning. "I can't quite Imagine Lum We killing his master," she said thoughtfully. I 'He had plenty of motive. China Uvea for her dead, as Flique said." Why couldn t Parados have left him alone?" Caroline cried passion ately. "He had everything any man I could wish for and Lum We had nothing but his father's spirit. What i a beast he wast Do you think Lum We did it?" I don't know." Her outburst had depressed me. "Gra'nger gave him an alibi, but Grainger has lied twice already. 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