PAGE SIX
THE CAPITAL Mil AL KA1.KM. OREGON
WEDNESDAY, MAY 21, 1930
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LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE t.u. And Go
By Haro'tl Gray
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'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.
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rwas killed. Of that I was certain.
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brought me almost to the apex of
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"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. If Lum We's motive was
the only one we'd turned up I'd say
yes, but It Isn't, by a long shot
There's Anneraley's, Johns, the
French convicts', Celia's, Mrs. Par-
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