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Newspaper Page TextSATURDAY. JUNE 21, 1930 PAGE SIX THE CAPITAL JOURNAL. SALEM, OREGON By Harold Cray ?AkA-NIC4-GIRI LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE FuK J-'pm Ahead W ' ' Chapter 13 TROUBLED THOUGHTS Clarice unwillingly disentangled herself from Brynmor'a anna. "Who on earth can It be?" "Did you ask any other fellow to meet you here tonight?" Brynmor asked auspicoualy. She ahook her bead. "Of course I didn't." 'WWell go together and ee who it ii," he said decisively "And I tell you frankly, whoever it Is, I'm going to give him to understand that you're my property from now on." ! Arm In arm they walked across the floor. I Lorna Grey whispered to Clarice, "I don't know who the fellow Is. I left him In the dining room." The visitor rose aa they entered the room. Clarice knew at a glance that she never had seen him before. Be was a short, squatty man, with a penetrating glance under his bushy eyebrows. "Pardon me for troubling you like this, Miss Day." he began. "I wouldn't except that the matter Is urgent. Mr. Ricardl of the Emerald Dragon told me I should find you here." "Yes?" Clarice raised her daintily plucked eyebrows. "There was a robbery at the club tonight. You may have heard of it." "I hadn't heard. How dreadful!" Clarice exclaimed. "Tell me about it." The man cleared his throat. "Well, the safe in Mr. Ricardl 's private offloe was broken Into. It must have occurred when he was introducing a new dancing troupe for the cabaret. That's the only time he was out of his office. Tills, we feel, rather Indicates the thief had inside information. Besides the money, which was considerable, some valuable jewelry belonging to his wife was stolen." That's terrible." Clarice said. But what can I do about It?" "As soon as the theft was discov ered, Mr. Ricardl called the police." the man resumed in unemotional tones. "I'm a plain clothes man and they put me on the Job. Now I was wondering, Miss Day, If you noticed any strangers hanging about the club tonight?" "I don't remember seeing any one," Clarice replied. "You see. officer," she flashed him a smile, "I didn't pay much attention to any one new at the club tonight. I was eager to get away so I might come on to the party." "Quite understandable, Miss Day. I'm sorry to have troubled you." He was about to depart when Bryn mor Interposed. "Can I get you a drink before you go. officer?" i The man smiled. "Well, picking up Information is thirsty work. Thanks, sir, I don't mind if I do." While he sipped a whiskey and soda, Brynmor talked with him. "I don't suppose you may have any theories as to whom may have turned the trick? I frequently go to the Emerald Dragon myself." 'Well, sir, we always have our pet theories. Judging by the way tills little show waa carried out. it looks as if a West End crook, now on parole, one we called 'Gentle man Freddy', may have had some thing to do with It. His specialty used to be night clubs." The mention of the name "Gen tleman Freddy" stirred a singular response in Brynmor's mind. He had a vision of Freddy Mason whom he liad met in Clarice's flat the night of the raid. Instinctively he had disliked the fellow. It was an noying that the chap was Clarice's cousin especially in view of his engagement to her. "I'd like to meet this 'Gentleman Freddy," Clarice laughed after the detective had gone. "He sounds a romantic sort of crook. I dton't feel I . Arnoss L To meat t, Mittrnllnt kfcnttine drtwi ilrpns) 1. Destruction is. u r II. Slntl tMn Ji. a mi t i,ui iii li. Tnhl out of II. Sjmliol for II. tivrxTiiitrra ntlltiC tl. ('HI 13. I -1 II. ( y IC WimmI; trtaat t;. iiatr 50. Amlilan ehlcf tnlntt rar. it. i.ritand rralH 51. .Utril SI. Tory tl.la IS. Plnr frt qamtrd kj manT II. Crniliilnrfl 40. II ml her of Jnrnb 41. Kxltl 4t. Illnl of rey 47. NIB 41. Kin wit4 41. hlriiil.il Solution of Yesterday's Puzzle L E N AllS ElPljlAnBlilslT 000 RlJ A L O is) QUA, LOG t a mQs p a 0 h i aIt e r s SMixJesDCBN tB me t raNdBoAT.EEa SIX E PJB A L E D O L N I O theHchlpDm an tJv, i A iO AtS UR L N G B Q ftju K aIr yDuo ne y o p 3 su. Aift Hr av eJfiF R, e Qrm e tH9 a oE3 IlA n He s eDqJl n E R EtE aItiCssSuPRAT ulElTisB3slelAiTTslaAlDTilT (I. Mr nt hrmltnl Ion tl. rrrtnliiltig to lb mr II. IM. Ml ii. Mh I nun poitirl- itlnn II. J)Uintrlirrl IS. KMfll.h crater ' 2 13 U J 15 I.V j llg U 0 i ' 24 2S 2T 27 28" 2732r J . " ' t '" 34 35 JfW 4i 42 TTTTTsTv "7 sf '..J I 1 like shedding tears because some one has helped themselves to the contents of Rlcardl's sale. He's as much of a robber as any of 'em. Look at the prices he charges for champagne 1" As lite party continued, Brynmor was conscious of a certain depres sion. This night should nav been the happiest of bis life. Wasn't he engaged to Clarice Clarice, the idol of London night life? Yet when Lonia Grey, climbing onto some man's shoulder's, an nounced their engagement, the thrill he had anticipated was curi ously absent. He thanked them, of course, acknowledged the cheer that greeted the news, but he did so in platitudes from which he hadxrt the wit to escape. Clarice raised herself on tip-toe to whisper, "Embarrassed, darling? . . . ru dance. That should quiet them." Wild enthusiasm greeted her sug gestion. A floor space was cleared and Clarice danced. Her black satin aaudals seemed scarcely to touch the floor. Brynmore watched, but be didn't see her clearly. He saw, instead. the long white face of Freddy Mason. And In the back of his mind. Bounded those last words he had overheard the fellow saying to Clarice: "Remember what I told you. Clary. You've no alternative. You've got to consent." What the devil had he meant? Clarice herself mentioned his name as they drove home in a taxi. "I must write and tell Freddy, you know Freddy Mason, my cousin, about our engagement," she said. "He will be so pleased. He liked you tremendously that night you met. I had a letter from his today." "Isn't be in town?" Brynmor asked quickly. "Didn't you know?' I thought I'd told you. He's over In Paris, having no end of a gay time. He said in his letter that he's going to Brussels tomorrow. He should be home in a week or so." That was a relief. Brynmor rep rimanded himself for his suspicions. "What's his Job?" he asked. "He hasn't one. Private money, you know." Upon hearing that information, Brynmor determined to dismiss all thoughts of the fellow. He was marrying Clarice, not her relatives ... AH the same, as he walked homeward, a nasty little doubt still gnawed In the back of his mind. (To be continued) LITTLE FOLKS ENJOY OUTING ALONG CREEK Kinewood A croup of the younger Mt hiked out to Glen creek Thursday afternoon. The children were members of the in termediate Ep worth League of the Ford Memorial church and their leader. Mrs. A. C. Hennlngsen, and this occasion marked the end of this year's work. The next year's work wilt begin In the fall at the time when the schools reopen. Those enjoying the outing in the country were Kenneth Oodkin, Margaret Green, Muriel Kaster, Marvin Keko, Maizie Radkey. Roy Ramey. Fred Warren, Lloyd God- kin, Margaret Kaster, Velma Kelso, Theresa Greene, Richard Kelso, Bill Thomas, Elma God kin. Doro thy Kaster and Mrs. A. C. Hen ningsen, superintendent. MOVING TO FALLS CITV King wood Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Page, who have lived on the Peter P. Toevs place on the Glenn creek road for almost a year, coming here from Saskatchewan. Canada, have bought a house and several lots In Falls City, and will make this place their home. . nr4-ihrlk4 I rait . I'orwart II. thlfl meal II. AiierU 17. rraaaaa IS Vonftrola II. Trta aadar fowl IS. Sandy li. Coratrtd SC. C'oacUa IS. 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