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Page 2 EASTERN CLACKAMAS X I’AN'S, T Hf RSf>A-Y, D E C E M B E R '«. 1927 A N ovel from the Play By Mary Roberts Rinehart and Avery Hopwood ‘_‘T h,‘ rcat.“ copyright. 132ft. by Mrtry Roberta Rin eh art nn<1 A v e r y Hnpwood. “ It may be tulud,’’ he said, turning The detective enme out of the al back toward Dale, “ but forgive me If cove and paused by the French win I say I think it seems more like fool dows. “ Hello— what’s this?" he said sharp hardy stubbornness!” D e f y in g all efforts to capture him, a f t e r a long series o f mur ly, his eye lighting on the broken Dale turned away from the window. ders and robberies, a super- “ Then you think there Is really dan glass helow the shattered French win crook known only as ‘‘Th e Hat” dow. He picked up a piece of the ger?" has brought about a veritable reign o f terror. The ch ie f o f po glass and examined It. The doctor eyes were grnve. lice assigns his best operative. Dale cleared her throat. “ It was “ Well—those letters— ” he dropped Anderson, to get on the trail of broken from the outside a few min the letter on the table. “ They mean The Bat. Wi th her niece, Dale Ogden, Miss Cornelia Van Border utes ago,” she said. something. Here you are— Isolated— is li v in g in the country home of "The outside?" Instantly the detec the village two miles away—and the late C ou rtl eig h Fleming, who enough shrubbery uround the place tive had pulled aside a blind and was until his recent death had been president o f the Union bank, staring out Into the darkness. to hide a dozen assassins—" wrecked because o f the th ef t of If his manner had been In the "Yes. And then that letter was a la rg e sum o f currency. Miss slightest degree melodramatic, Dale Van Gorder receives a note thrown In." She pointed to the wa rn in g her to vacate the place would have found the ominous sen threatening missive on the center- at once on pain of death. Dale tences more easy to discount. But table. returns from the cit v wher e she this calm, Intent statement of fact had been to hire a gardener Anderson picked It up, glanced The gard ene r arrives, g i v i n g his was a chill touch at her heart And through It, laid It down. All his name as Brooks. He admits he is yet— movements were quick aud sure— each not a gardener, but needs work. “ But what enemies cun Aunt Cor executed with the minimum expense Miss Cornelia tells Doctor We lls o f t h i th rea te ni ng note. They nelia have?” she asked helplessly. of effort. are Interrupted by the smashing "Any man will tell you what I do," “H ’m,” he said, In a calm voice, that of a wi nd ow In the house. They said the doctor, with Increasing seri held a glint of humor. “ Curious, the find another w ar n in g note. ousness. lie took a cigarette from Ids anonymous letter complex! Appar case and tapped It on the case to ently some one considers you an unde emphasize his words. "This Is no sirable tenant!" C H APTE R IV — Continued place for two women, practically Miss Cornelia took up the tale. -— 6 — - alone.” “ There are some things I haven’t “ Yes, I did,” Siilil the doctor, quick Dale moved nwny from him rest told you yet," she said. “ This house ly, still seeming unconvinced o f the lessly, to warm her hands at the fire. belonged to the late Courtleigh Flem wisdom o f her attitude. The doctor gave a quick glance ing.” lie glanced nt her shurply. “ Miss Van Gorder, I confess—I ’m around the room. Then, unseen by "The Union bnnk?" very anxious for you," he continued. her, he stepped noiselessly over to the "Yes. I rented It for the summer “This letter Is—ominous. Why not table, took the matchbox there off its and moved la last Mnoday. We have accept my hospitality In the village holder and slipped it Into Ills pocket. not had a really quiet night since I tonight? It's n little house hut I'll It seemed a curiously useless and came. The very first night I saw a make you comfortable. Or,” he threw meaningless gesture, Imt his next man with an electric flashlight mak out his hands In the gesture of one words evinced that the action had ing his way through that shrubbery!” svho reasons with a willful child, " if been deliberate. “ You poor dear!" from Dale, sympa you won't come to me—let me stay "I don't seem to be able to find any thetically. “ And you were here here!’’ matches—” he said, with assumed alone!” Miss Cornelia hesitated for nn in carelessness, fiddling with the match “ Well, I had Lizzie. And” said Miss stant. The proposition seemed log box holder. Cornelia with enormous Importance, ical enough—more than that—sensible Dale turned away from the fire. opening the drawer of the center- — safe. And yet, some Indefinable “ Oh, nren't there any? I ’ll get you table, “ I had my revolver. I know so feeling—hardly strong enough to he some,” she said with automatic polite little about these things, Mr. Ander called n premonition— kept her from ness, und departed to search for son, that If I didn’t hit a burglar, I accepting It. them. knew I ’d hit somebody or something!" “ Thank you, no, doctor," she said The doctor watched her go—saw the and she gazed with innocent awe di briskly, before she had time to change door close behind her. Instantly his rectly down the muzzle of her beloved her mind, “ I'm not easily frightened. face set Into tense and wary lines. weapon, then waved It with an airy And tomorow I intend to equip this Ho glanced about—then ran lightly gesture beneath the detective’s nose. entire house with burglar alarms on up Into the nlcove and noiselessly un Anderson gave an Involuntary start doors and windows!” she went on fastened the holt on the terrace door —then his eyes lit up with grim defiantly. The incident, ns far as which he had pretended to fasten mirth. she was concerned, was closed. Site “ Would you mind putting that moved on Into the alcove. The doc after his search of the shrubbery. When Dale returned with the matches, away?" he said suavely, “ I like to get tor stared after her, slinking ids head. he was hack where he had been In the papers as much as anybody, but She tried the terrace door. “ There when she had left him. glancing at I don’t want to have them say—omit — I knew It!" she said triumphantly. a magazine on the table. flowers.” “ Doctor—you didn't fasten that bolt!” He lit Ills cigarette and drew In Miss Cornelia gave him a glare of The doctor seemed a little taken the fragrant smoke with apparent offended pride, but he endured it with aback. "Oh—I'm sorry—” he said. gusto. But a moment later he had such quiet equanimity that she mere “ You only pushed It part of the crushed out the glowing end In an ly replaced the revolver In the wuv," she explained. She completed ash-receiver. drawer, with a hurt expression, and the task and stepped hack into the “ By the way, has Miss Van Gorder waited for hint to open the next topic living room. The only tiling that wor a revolver?” he queried casually, of conversation. ries me now Is that broken French glancing at his wrist watch. He finished his preliminary survey window,” she said thoughtfully. “ Any “ Yes—she fired It off tills after of the room and returned to her. one ran reach n hand through It and noon to see If It would work.” Dale “ Now, you say you don’t think any open the latch"’ She came down to smiled ut the memory. body has got upstairs yet?” he ward the settee where Dale was sit The doctor, too, seemed amused. " If queried. ting. “ I'lease, doctor!” she tries to shoot anything— for good Miss Cornelia regarded the alcove “ Oh— what are you going to do?" ness’ sake stand behind her!" he ad stairs. said the doctor, coming out of a vised. He glanced at the wrist watch “ I think not. I’m a very light sleep brown study. again. “ Well—I must he going—” er—especially since the papers have “ I'm going to barricade that win “ If anything happens," said Dale, been so full of the exploits of this dow !” said Miss Cornelia firmly, al slowly, "I shall telephone you at once." criminal they call the But He’s In ready struggling to lift one end of Her words seemed to disturb the them again tonight." the settee. Ilut now Dale came to doctor slightly—hut only for a second. The detective smiled faintly. her rescue. He grew even more urbane. "Y'es—he's contrived to surround “ Oh, darling—you’ll hurt yourself— •'I'll he home shortly after mid himself with such nn nlr of mystery let me— " and between them, the doc- night,” he said. " I ’m stopping at the that It verges on the supernatural— Johnsons’ on my way—one of their or seems that way to newspaper children Is ill—or supposed to be." men." He took a step toward the door, then “ I confess," admitted Miss Cornelia, he turned toward Dale ngaln. “ I've thought of him in this connec tion." She looked at Anderson to see “ Tnke a pflrting word of advice." how he would take the suggestion, hut he said. "The thing to do with n mid the latter merely smiled ngaln, this night prowler Is—let him alone. Lock time more broadly. your bedroom doors and don't let any “ That's going rather a long way for thing bring you out till morning." n theory,” he said. “ And the Bat Is "Thank you,” said Dale, seriously. not in the Imhit of giving warnings. "Good night, Doctor—Billy will let You can always tell when the Bat has you out—he has the key.” had anything to do with a crime. "B y Jove!” laughed the doctor, When he's through, he signs his name “ you are careful, aren’t you I The lo it.” place Is like a fortress! Well—good Miss Cornelia sat bolt upright. "Ills night. Miss Dale— " name? I thought nobody knew his "Good night." The door closed be hind hint— Dale was left alone. Sud name?” The detective made n little gesture denly her composure left her, the of apology. “ That was a figure of fixed smile died. She stood gazing speech. The newspapers named him ahead nt nothing, her face n mask of the Bat— because he moved with In terror and apprehension. But when credible rapidity—always nt night— Billy returned with the front door key and by signing his nnme I mean he she was ns Impassive ns he was. leaves the symbol of his Identity. The "Has the new gardener come yet?” hat, which can see In the dark." "H e here." said llllly stolidly. ’’I wish I could," said Miss Cornelia, “ Name Brook." striving to seem unimpressed. “ These She was entirely herself once more country lights nre always going out" when Billy, departing, held the door Anderson's fnce grew stern. “ Some open wide— to ndmlt Miss Cornelia times he draws the outline of n bnt at Van Gorder and a tall strong featured You Won't Come to Me— L e t Me the scene of the crime. Once, In sente man, quietly dressed, with reticent, S tay H e re !" way, he got hold of a real bat, and piercing eyes— the detective! nailed It to the wall." "Pale, dear,” said Miss Cornelia, and Dale moved the heavy settee Dale, listening, could not repress a with triumph In her voice. "This is lg until It stood in front of the shudder nt the grewsome picture— Mr. Anderson." dow In question. and Miss Cornelia’s hands gave an In The newcomer bowed, glancing nt lie dm tor stood up when the dusty voluntary twitch ns her knitting her casually and then looking away. ; was finished, wiping Ills hands needles clicked together. Anderson Miss Cornelia, however, was obvious It would take a furniture mover seemed hy no means unconscious of ly In fine feather and relishing to the get In there now I” he said airily. the effect he had created. utmost the presence of a real detec [Is, Cornelia smiled. "He seems to have Imagination," he tive In the house. Well, doctor— 111 say good night admitted. "W ell," his voice grew de "This Is the room I spoke of," she r—and thank you very much,” she termined. “ I have some Imagination, said briskly. “ All the disturbance« 1, extending her hand to the doc- myself. How many people In this have taken place around that terrace who bowed over It silently. “ Don't house. Miss Van Gorder?" door." p this young lady up too late— "My niece and myself," Miss Cor The detective took three swift steps looks tired.” She flashed a look nelia Indicated Dale, who had picked Into the alcove, glanced about It Dale who stood staring out at the up her wrap and was starting to leave searehlngly. He Indicated the stairs. ht, then sailed out of the room. “ That Is not the main stalrense?" I the room. "Lizzie Allen—who has-been, I smiling, and closed the door bo my personal nmld ever since 1 was a "N o the main staircase Is out d her. tlxM'e." Miss Cornelia waved her hand | child—the Japanese hntler and the 'lie darter seemed a little nettled in the direction of the bull, [ gardener. The cook and the house her abrupt departure. STO R Y FR O M T H E S T A R T W N U S e rv ic e nmld left this morning—frightened away.” She smiled ns she finished her description. Dale reached the door and passed slowly out Into the hall. The detective gave her a single, shnrp glance ns she made her e x it He seemed to think over the factors Miss Cornelia had mentioned. “ Well,” he said, after a slight pause, "you can have a good night's sleep tonight. FI stay awake here In the dark and watch." “ Would you like some coffee to keep you awake?" Anderson nodded. "Thank yon.” His voice sank lower. "Do the servants know who I am?" "Only Lizzie— my maid." His eyes fixed hers. “ I wouldn’t tell anyone I’m remaining up all night,” he said. A formless fear rose In Miss Cor nelia's mind. "You don’t suspect my household?" she said In a low voice. lie spoke with emphasis— all the more pronounced because of the quie tude of his tone. “ I'm not taking any chances,” he said determinedly. "A ll right, I.lzzle. Be rnlin. I cun stand It,” said the detective with treacherous suavity. But he favored her with a long and careful scrutiny before he moved to the table anil picked up the note that Imil hoon thrown through the window. Quietly he extended it beneath Lizzie’s nose. “ Ever see this before?" he said crisply, watching her face. Lizzie rend the note with bulging eyes, her face horror-stricken. When she had finished, she made a gesture of wild disclaimer that nearly removed a portion of Anderson's left ear. "Mercy on us I" she moaned, men tally Invoking not only her patron- saint hut all the rosary of Heaven to protect herself and her mistress. But the detective still kept Ills eye on her. “ Didn’t write It yourself, did you?" he queried curtly. " I did not I” said Lizzie angrily, "1 did not 1" nnd she flounced out of the room In high dudgeon, her pompadour bristling, before he had time to Inter rogate her further. He replaced the note on the table and turned back to Miss Cornelia. If he had found any clew to the mystery In Lizzie’s demeanor, she could not read It In his manner. “ Now, what about the butler?" he said. “ Nothing about Mm—except that he was Courtleigh Fleming’s servant." Anderson paused. “ Do you con sider that significant?" A shadow appeared behind him deep In the alcove— a vague, listening figure— Dale, on tiptoe, conspiratorial, CH APTER V Cross-Questions and Crooked Answers. All ttnconselous of the slur Just cast lion her forty years of single-minded devotion to the Van Gorder family, Izzle chose that particular moment to pen the door and make a little bob at her mistress and the detective. "The gentleman's room Is ready," she said. Miss Cornelia, obedient to the de tective’s Instructions, promptly told the whitest of fibs for Lizzie’s benefit. “ The maid will show you to your room now and you can make yourself comfortable for the night." There— that would mislead Lizzie, without be ing quite a lie. “ My toilet Is made for an occasion like this when I ’ve got my gun loaded,” answered Anderson careless ly. The alluslan to the gun made Liz zie start nervously, unhappily for her, for It drew his attention to her and he now transfixed her with a stare. "This is the maid you referred to?" he Inquired. Miss Cornelia assented. He drew nearer to the unhappy Lizzie. “ Wliat's your name?" he asked, turning to her. "E-Eliznbeth Allen," stammered Lizzie, feeling like a small and dis trustful sparrow In the tolls of an officious python. Anderson seemed to run through a mental rogues’ gallery o f other criminals named Elizabeth Allen that he had known. "How old nre you?” he proceeded. Lizzie braced herself. "Thirty-two," she said, with an arch toss of her bend. The detective looked surprised and slightly amused. “ She’s fifty If she's a day,” said Miss Cornelia, treacherously. In spite of a look from Lizzie that would have melted a stone. The trace of a smile appeared and vanished on the detective’s face. "Now, Lizzie," he said sternly, “ do you ever walk In your sleep?" “ I do not," said Lizzie Indignantly. "Don’t care for tli6 country, I sup pose?" “ I do not!" “ Or detectives?” Anderson deigned to be facetious. " I do not!’’ There could be no doubt as to the sincerity of Lizzie's answer. Children Cry for "How Old Ars You?” He Proceeded. taking pains not to draw the attention of the others to her presence. But both Miss Cornelia and Anderson were too engrossed In their conversation to notice her. Miss Cornelia hesitnted. “ Isn't It possible that there Is a connection between the colossal theft at the Union bank and these dis turbances?” she said. Anderson seemed to think over the question. "What do you mean?” he asked, as Dale slowly moved into the room from the alcove, silently closing the alcove doors behind her, and still unobserved. "Suppose," said Miss Cornelia slow ly, “ that Courtleigh Fleming took that money from his own hank nnd con cealed It In this house?" The eaves dropper grew rigid. “That's the theory you gave head quarters, Isn’t It?” said Anderson. "But I ’ll tell you how headquarters figures It out. In the first place, the cashier Is missing. In the second place. If Courtleigh Fleming did It and got as fur as Colorado, he had It with him when he died, and the facts apparently don’t bear that out. In the third place, suppose he had hidden the money in or around this house. Why did he rent It to you?” “ But he didn’t,” said Miss Cornelia, obstinately, V*T leased this house from Ms nephew—his heir.” The detective smiled tolerantly. (T O B E C O N T IN U E D .) }x m z «z m z «»z m z m rM «x «x m z m z m x m z »z m x 4 Gospel in Form That Appeals to Tibetans Tibetan printed books are printed from wooden blocks on very fine buff- colored pnper manufactured In the country from the bark of a certain shrub. 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