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SOUTHERN OREGON MINER. Ashland. Oregon
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THE STORY SO FAR: An erphan.
Charlotte (cherry) Rawlings know« al
most nothing ol bar early Malory when,
acceding to the wishes ol her tuardlana.
Judge Judson Marshbanks and Kmma
Haskell. «he become« the secretary ol
Mr*. Porteous Porter, wealthy San Fran
ctsean. Busy as «he Is. Cherry see«
the Judge trom time Io Ume and meets
the members ol Ms household; bls dic
tatorial old mother; Amy Marsbbanks.
debutante daughter ol his dead brother
Fred; and Fran. Mi gay young second
wile. Shortly afterward Cherry learns
(Emma tells her! that her mother (nev
er married) had been Emma's sister.
Charlotte; that her lather had been the
judge's brother Fred—Amy's lather; and
that shortly alter Cherry and Amy were
born Cherry’s mother bad twitched the
two babies. Cherry Is really Amy Marsh
banks. The judge rondrms the story but
to protect Amy his mother burns certain
papers that would have proved It true.
Meanwhile Cherry has become engaged
to Kelly Coates, a young artist (who lor
a Ume had been Inlatuated with Frau
Marshbanks); and Amy is determined to
marry Count Mario (Gogo) Constantino
when she Is twenty-oae in a lew days.
When Kelly calls to see Cherry after re
turning Irom Honolulu where he had
painted a portrait. Cherry Is jealous and
hurt because she had interred Irom a
telephone conversation ol Fran's sho
overheard that Fran had been to lunch
at Ms Sausalito studio. Cherry is happy
when he says he hasn't seen Frau In
weeks. Old Mrs. Marshbanks tells Cher
ry she resents her presence In lb« house
and tells Amy that Cherry Is a lais«
friend. Amy pretends to think her grand
mother ii in her douse, but talks pri
vately to the judge in Ms library. After
she leaves the judge Is killed with a bul
let through Ms heart, and everybody in
the bouse Is under suspicion.
Now continue with the story.
They had decided not to tell any
one the news immediately. Amy
and her Gogo had flown to Reno
that morning, had been married in
the afternoon, and it was the Count
ess Georgio Francisco Marion Alex
andre Stanislaus Constantino who
seated herself upon Cherry’s bed
and poured forth the thrilling tale
of her day’s adventures.
"There was a balance at the bank,
you know.” Amy confided, “and—it
was so cute!—when we went there
yesterday I said. ’Of course half
of that's yours.' 'How do you mean,
you crazy, generous baby?’ he said.
’I mean that half of everything I
have is yours. Gogo,’—I told him
It was money that had been pil
ing up since my grandfather died,
and some of the Porter money. Most
of it, of course, they invested as it
came in. and half of that'll be his,
too. But this was just a few thou
sands,” Amy went on carelessly;
"eleven thousand and some hun
dreds. and so he got his half and
really I think he was touched. I
mean, he didn't say much, but when
we were back in the car he told me
it was because he couldn't say
“Oh, Amy. 1 hope it all goes
right! When—when are you going
to tell people?” Cherry asked.
"I’m going to tell my grandmoth
"She'll have ten thousand fits."
"It will only be one more thing
to fuss about.” Amy said indiffer-
"I am going off with Gogo to-
night. I am not sure where, But
anyway, he's calling for me at half
past seven, and I have to see Fran
and have a scene before that.”
So confident, so pretty, so inso-
lent! Amy had a four day’s seni-
ority over Cherry, but Cherry felt
the older by that many years.
"Did they find any will of your
father's?” she asked almost invol
untarily, out of thought. For Amy
had recently had long sessions with
Amy shrugged indifferently. "No.
"But, of course, tHbre was my
grandfather’s will,” she said. "What
my father left wasn’t so much, it’ll
only bring me in—oh, maybe three
or four thousand a year. So that his
having left a will or not didn't
A few moments later Amy went to
her grandmother’s room, and when
she emerged Cherry saw that her
face was flushed and her eyes wet.
"I hate her!” she whispered, con
cluding with angry jerks the pack
ing that she had commenced ear
lier in the evening. "She and her
theatricals! She thinks 'there's a
curse on this wretched family!’ If
there is, she’s it. Gloves and my
coat, and Martin will come up for
the bag—” Amy murmured in rapid
review. And then, with a sudden
kiss and hug: "Good-by, Cherry dar
ling, take care of yourself and gradu
ate at the top of the class! Write
me all the news. But I’ll see you
before we go, anyway; this rotten
investigation may continue on for
weeks! Oh, and Cherry, you tel]
Fran. She’s out.”
“She’s back,” said Cherry. ”1 just
saw her come in.”
"Well, you tel] her anyway! Good-
by!” Amy was gone in a trail of
excited laughter. Cherry heard
Gogo's rich, low voice in the lower
hall; then the Front door closed, and
Martin walked back alone.
"What’s the excitement?” Fran
called through her half-opened door.
Cherry went slowly in.
“Amy was married today in
“She wasn’t!" Fran exclaimed,
"Yes, she was. The morning pa-
pers will have it, if the evening
ones don't. There's no hiding d ti-
tie like that."
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"Well, so we have a countcss In the family," Mrs. Marshbanks said
"Pitiful little fool!" Fran said in
a whisper. "Of course he's a com
plete rotter. Jud would have killed
him. Old lady know?" she asked,
with a jerk of her head in the di
rection of Mrs. Marshbanks' room.
“Amy just told her.”
"I imagine so. I believe she said
that there was a curse on the fam-
"I believe there is!" Fran said
"They’ll never find out who mur
dered Jud. But." she added, "you
can be pretty sure that the police
are keeping an eye on that pre
"Gogo had a motive," Cherry
said. "Not only was the judge vio-
lently opposed 1 to Amy's marrying
him, but what he was discussing
that very night with her and with
his mother and with me was—you
knew something about that. Fran?”
“I couldn’t be • in this house with-
out knowing something about it It
was some claim that your aunt
made—something she said about
Fred Marshbanks’ will? Of course,
that was all long before I came into
the family, but Jud did tell me—
did tell me about his brother Fred,
and that—you don't mind my men
"That Fred Marshbanks was my
father? Oh. no. I seem to have
known that for a long, long time. But
there was more to it than that.
There was a will, drawn up by
Judge Thomas Comstock. Nobody
knew what was in that. But Mrs.
Marshbanks burned IL She wouldn't
risk Amy’s being hurt or any of her
money taken away.”
"So,” Fran said musingly, "Amy
and Gogo had their motives for get
ting rid of Jud. and certainly old
Mrs. Marshbanks had. If you be
lieve what some old dodo of an Eng
lish judge once said, I had. He
said that between married couples
there might always be motive. I
don't see that you had."
There was a pause, then Fran
said suddenly, "Kelly might have
had a motive.”
"Kelly!” Cherry echoed, her voice
"Well, if You're searching for mo
tives. And that wasn't quite what
I meant anyway." Fran said. "What
I meant was that Kelly didn’t have
"But, Fran—you certainly don’t
think—you certainly can’t think that
Kelly . . ."
"No, I don’t,” Fran interrupted
promptly. "The police didn’t hold
him; just took his statement and let
it go at that. You can tell by the
way he acts that Kelly doesn't know
anything about it. And at the same
time—that's what's bothering me,”
"What’s bothering you?” Cherry-
"Oh, it's making me sick! I don't
know whether to tell you or not.”
“Tell me what?" Cherry managed
to ask, with a sinking heart
“You might as well know. After
you went out this morning the man
named Mullins asked me to step
into the library. He had a flat little
packet of letters in his hand; he
asked me if I recognized them. 1
said yes. certainly They were the
letters Kelly Coates wrote me last
year. About a dozen of them. Love
Cherry felt faint.
“How’d they get them?”
”1 haven’t the slightest idea."
Fran said. "I hid them two weeks
ago, the day after Jud was killed I
slipped them into the lining of my
dressing case. It had come loose,
and that morning I complained to
Molly about it, and while she was
right here in the room I pasted it
“What sort of letters are they?”
Cherry asked, with the world gone
“Love letters. Letters that will
look bad if they’re given to the news
papers, I can tell you that What
he and I could do if we were free,
frantic sort of letters. He said—
Mullins said—that they were very
“But they couldn’t suspect Kelly!”
“These letters won’t help Kelly,”
Fran said dryly. She had finished
the slow business of oils, pastas,
powders, rouge for her face, eye
The ballooning of a negligee dis
tracted her. The door of Fran's
big closet was open, and within the
closet the window must be open,
too, for the row of garments neatly
aligned upon hangers was in great
Cherry went in and shut the win
dow, and coming back, picked up
the negligee that had fallen and re
stored it to its hanger. She hated
the sight of It; that was what Fran
had worn on the night of the trag
edy; she had had on this negligee as
she ran downstairs ahead of them
Cherry stopped short, stood wMff a
suddenly arrested breath, with icy
fear touching her spine. The negli
gee was slightly rumpled in one of
its folds. It had been squeezed to
gether. loosened again. It had wiped
something oily and dark, something
metallic, something thick and liquid
that was stained with black.
A trifling discoloration, the
of a woman's finger possibly,
noticeable at all, unless one hap-
pened to look straight at it as Cher
ry was looking now. A crumpled
tiny circle, as if the cloth had been
forced into a small tube, a tube as
small as a pistol barrel, a finger
sized smudge that might have been
made by the oil from that barrel, by
the blackness of gunpowder.
When Cherry went downstairs old
Mrs. Marshbanks had had breakfast
and was sitting by the fire reading
the papers that announced the mar
riage of Amy Marshbanks to Count
Constantino the day before. Greg
was reading the sports news.
“Weil, so we have a countess
in the family," Mrs. Marsb-
baLks said grimly.
"She had said she would.” Cherry
said. "And I suppose that under
the circumstances she wouldn't have
wanted a big wedding "
"He wouldn't have wanted a big
wedding." the old woman said dark
ly; "the less publicity the better
“He may really be in love with
Amy." Cherry offered, feeling that
now the mischief was done there
was no particular object in malign
"It'll cost Amy just about a hun
dred grand,” said Greg, from behind
the paper. "Fran says he's asked
her for money already."
"No, he didn’t ask her. really;
she made him take it She told me
so. She had a balance at the bank,
and she split it with him.”
"The most generous little heart
in the world.” mourned Amy's
Unbelievable as it might appear.
Cherry and old Mrs. Marshbanks
were amicably conversing.
Only yesterday Cherry had
learned of the existence of those love
letters from Kelly to Fran. Cherry
was heartsick. He had told her that
he loved her, but only a few months
ago be had loved Fran, too; how
could matters ever be straight
ened out now, so that her trust in
him could be restored?
Yesterday’s second shock had
been the discovery that the gown
Fran had been wearing upon the
fatal night of the murder had been
stained with unmistakable marks of
gunpowder and gun oil. Fran must
have been living in terror of its
Lying awake in the night. Cherry
had seen that fatal little stain in
her mind’s eyes, had remembered
detail by detail the horrors of that
dark night when the judge’s shout
had rung through the house.
Had Fran had on that negligee
then? Cherry asked herself. Yes,
she thought she had. Certainly she
had not had it on a short while
afterward, when the police arrived.
This morning Fran came down
stairs while Cherry was finishing
her breakfast. Like the rest of the
household Fran was showing the
strain. She sat down and looked
at her grapefruit, pushed it restfully
away. “Those letters worry me,"
Marshbanks, eyeing the younger
woman over her glasses.
"Some letters Kelly Coates wrote
me—silly, perfectly harmless let
ters, but wait until you see what
the papers make of them!” Fran
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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