Southern Oregon News Review. Thursday, October 24, 1946
OUSEHOLD
Line cupboard drawers with oil
cloth. Then a once-over with a
damp cloth now and then will keep
them clean.
When putting away household
linens from the weekly wash, place
them at the bottom of each pile bo
that all have an equal amount of
usage.
Your "extra special" china
should be put away with care so
that it will not scratch. In be
tween each piece of china place
paper doilies a little larger than
the piece being stored.
To keep flowers for table decora
tion over a fairly long period dip
the stems into hot water before
placing them in a bowl containing
cold water. The stems expand
with the heat and take up more
moisture.
CERALO
W N U F IA T U R II
H uke M c C a le, p riva te detective, Is
xuardlng (he n rd d tn s prevents a t the
Bigelow m ansion.
H r senses th at old
Miss A delaide Bigelow Is a fra id of some
thing m ore than theft. In a ro n v afs allo n
w ith Miss Bigelow he learns th at she Is
sorry now that she gave her consent to
her n lere . V ero n ica's m a rria g e w ith
handsome C u rl V a lla ln c o u rl. as she has
discovered that he Is a fortune hunter
and ra k e .
He w ill co ntrol the entire
fa m ily fortune of th irty m illion dollars.
Th ere a re several cross currents In the
fa m ily , she tells M cC ale. W hile they are
talkin g and looking out the window, they
h ear a shot, and see two women h u rry
ing aw a y. The one in green tuns tow ard
the park.
C H A P TE R V i l i
" ‘•13 Fens road but w hat shall 1
te ll tile p o lic e ? "
" T e ll them I le ft—th a t you do not
know w h y ."
" Y e s ."
He glahced a t his w ristw a tch .
T w o m inutes to go.
"N ow , Miss Bigelow . I m ust usk
you to te ll me q u ic k ly w hat you
saw fro m the w indow u pstairs ju s t
before the shot.”
She closed her eyes and let a
shuddering breath escape her lips.
H er hands clasped and unclasped
nervously.
He thought she m ig h t
fa in t. She opened h e r eyes sudden
ly. tense, staggered, but d e te r
mined.
" A t firs t there was only C u rt
com ing up the steps fro m the path
that cuts across fro m
Charles
S tre e t.” The old voice was pained
and hushed.
" I knew it was he
fro m aw ay off. He alw ays sw ag
gered. sort of, and never w ore a
hat. There was also a—a w om an—
com ing along the o u te r w alk th a t
comes o ver the h ill fro m P a rk
S tre e t.”
" A wom an in g re e n ? "
"Y es. in green.”
She looked
frightened. "T h e re was someone
else in a g ra y coat and hat com ing
along Beacon S treet tow ard the
She stopped running when she
he
reached it.
F o r a m om ent
thought he saw someone else, some
one in a g ra y ra in c o a t w a lk in g
ste a d ily aw ay in to the fog. He could
White spots on furniture, caused not te ll w hether it was a m an or
by water, hot dishes, or alcohol, a wom an, fo r the g ra y of the coat
may be removed by rubbing the dissolved the fig u re in to a m ere
stains with camphorated oil or oil b lu r. I t only s tru c k h im as odd
th a t the figure did not tu rn o r fa lte r
of peppermint.
o r come nearer. I t ju s t w alked—
sedately was the only w o rd —aw ay.
There was som ething te rrib le in
the u n ru ffle d w alk, because d ire c tly
across fro m it and below where
they peered out, som ething qu ite
a w fu l staggered, one hand to its
chest, the other groping out b lin d ly .
I t was a m an. ta ll, wide, a d a rk
shadow o f agony, seeking to c lim b
the B igelow stairs.
The d o o rb e ll pealed sharply, a
I rin g of sheer despair.
M iss B igelow and M cCale, in a
single m ovem ent, ra n out o f the
‘ d ra w in g room . M cC ale reached the
1 s ta irs firs t, tu m b lin g down them
two, three at a tim e . The bell was
rin g in g now, ste a d ily, a shriek, as
WHEN CONSTIPATION makes you feel
though someone leaned h e a v ily
punk as the dickens, brings on stomach
against it.
upset, sour taste, gassy discomfort,
The b u tle r. K in g , came out of the
fake Dr. Caldwell's famous medicine
to quickly pull the trigger on lazy “in
j
back h a ll, a sour look on his face.
nards” and help you feel bright and
B u t M cCale was a lre a d y w renching
chipper again.
i open the door. A lig h t w ent up in
DR. CALDWELL’S is the wonderful sen
the h a ll as the s ta rtle d m anservant
na laxative contained in good old Syrup
Pepsin to make it so easy to take.
! pushed a button. F o r a m om ent,
MANY DOCTORS use pepsin prepara
! no one seemed to be there. The
tions in prescriptions to make the medi
i
door gaped w ide and black. Then,
cine more palatable and agreeable to
1 fro m around its edge, a b u lk y ob-
take. So be sure your laxative is con
tained in Syrup Pepsin.
I je c t slid, slum ped to its knees,
INSIST ON DR. CALDWELL’S— the fa
lunged in w a rd , then out flat.
vorite of millions for 50 years, and feel
C u rt V a lla in c o u rt turned his e x
that wholesome relief from constipa
q u isite head once, opened his ago-
tion. Even finicky children love it.
inized eyes once, m outhed a word
CAUTION: Use only ts directed.
before he died.
“ V e ro n ic a .” he m u tte re d th ic k ly
before his h e a rt bubbled up in to his
, thro a t.
A t a ll w id e m a n s eekin g to c lim b
I t was then th a t A delaide B igelow
dropped down beside h im , c ra d lin g the B ig e lo w s ta irs .
his head in her lap. H e r tire d old
hands smoothed d a rk s ilk y cu rls out house. 1 c o u ld n 't see ve ry well. The
person was alm ost d ire c tly under
of his eyes.
“ A d o c to r,’ ’ M iss B igelow gasped. the w indow and I was con ce n tra t
“ The p o lic e ," M cC ale said c u rtly . ing on—on C u rt.”
"O n th is side of the stre e t? ”
" B u t he m a y be d y in g —a d o c to r.”
"Y e s .”
" I 'm s o rry ,” he looked deep into
W hoever i t was had crossed the
¡her eyes, " b u t he is d e a d ."
always use this great rub for
| He closed the door on the night, street, then, fo r the figure had been
shu ttin g it out w ith the incredible on the opposite side when McCale
thoughts w hich seethed through his looked. T h a t someone m ust have
Child t Mild
m ind. He barked an o rd e r to the been alm ost at the door when the
b u tle r, necessary action ta k in g o ver shot was fired? The m urderer?
“ M an o r w om an?” he snapped.
his b ra in and body fo r the next few
“ I —I c o u ld n 't te ll. I was w a tch
I m inutes.
"L e a v e the body ju s t as i t is ,” ing C urt, I told y o u ."
" B u t the hat. You said the fig
he cautioned, adding, "a police re
q u ire m e n t," fo r he saw a look of ure had on a g ra y ra in co a t and a
gray hat. Surely you could recog
| d ism a y on Miss B ig e lo w 's face.
She was s till s ittin g num b and nize the sex fro m the h a t? "
" I 'm
so rry — I was w atching
s tricke n , on the ca rp e t beside the
C u rt."
i body.
"Y e s . Go on.”
The b u tle r had his hands pressed
“ I ju s t c a n 't rem em ber w hat hap
tig h tly against his d ia p hra g m , w hile
p e rsp ira tio n , a prelude to c e r pened then. C u rt and the woman
ta in nausea, stood out on his fo re in green alm ost m et at the gate, but
he was a little ahead. 1 thought
head.
"G e t
yo u rs e lf
some
brandy, he tu rned his head to look a t her.
m a n .” M cCale spoke b ris k ly . "A n d . . . I ’ m not sure. Then—I ’m sor
It's a ll confused. There was
get the police d e p a rtm e n t on the ry
ju s t the shot. I closed m y eyes, I
telephone.
W
ait
a
m
inute.
C
all
from
D evonshire 1212— lin e 103— and ask th in k. Then you were behind m e
CHIMNEYS,
and I did notice someone—the w om
fo r D onlevy, ch ie f of h o m ic id e ."
stoves and
an
in green, I believe, ru n n in g off
The old m an moved slow ly. “ P e r
heating
haps if you can, s ir—” he began. in to the fog.”
Then she w ent to an old. battered
UNITS
"N o . B e tte r y o u ."
desk th a t stood in a corner of the
M cCale grasped M iss B ig e lo w ’s
Pressing a spring that
elbow in a reassuring g rip .
"W e room
opened a secret dratwer, she took
have less than six m inutes at the
out a sm a ll envelope fro m w hich
m ost,” he said, "b e fo re the d e p a rt
she shook a piece of paper.
m ent, o r a t least a squad car, w ill
be here. Where can we have a m in
ute to ta lk?
A lo n e ."
"T h e lib r a r y .” she said, her voice
stronger.
“ Y ou'd b etter have this,
She
spoke alm ost fu rtiv e ly , and added,
“ I f the house is searched, they'd
be bound to find it.”
He took it over to the lig h t and
" I w ant y o u r h e lp ," he began,
saw i t was the m erest corner off
and rushed on, fo r he live d in the
the edge of a le tte r.
w orld as it is and knew th a t there
when you control the dough
J were things he m ig h t do if she could
your prom ise to me, lo ve r.
re m a in a little w hile outside the po
w ill be ours,
lice o rb it. “ I ’ m going to be out of
e ’s to crim e . Ila , ha.
here before the police a rriv e .”
g O O T is dangerous! Mor» thin half the
"O h —but please— "
"T h is , th e n ," he said, stra ig h te n
accidental fires atart in aoot-laden chim
neys. X Z IT S O O T E R A D IC A T O R protects
He held up his hand. “ You m u st ing up, " is w hat re a lly sent you to
your home from the dangers of chimney fires
j understand this.
There m ay be m e.”
by removing all soot. For only a half cent a
day you can keep your chimney, stove, and
I some way I can lessen the p u b lic ity
" Y e s ," she m u rm ured. “ I found
heating unit free from soot. Two tablespoons
I th is case is bound to s tir up. D o n 't i t in the d ra w in g room grate. It
of X Z l T sprinkled in the firebox or fireplace
once a week is all It takes. Get X Z I T from
th in k I mean to o b stru c t ju stice . was, surely, a note to C urt. He m ust
your favorite store today 1
I I ’ m not th a t k in d of detective, but have trie d to burn i t in this house.
5800 So. Hoover St., Loa Angrier 44, Calif.
you m ust understand th a t once the You see how it proved alm ost a ll
police come in to this, you w ill have m y suspicions?"
"Y e s .”
no peace.
Y o u r p riv a c y , y o u r
home, yo u r v e ry liv e s w ill be ripped
He returned the fra g m e n t to its
w ide open.”
envelope, slipped the envelope into
“ I understand.”
H er face was his inside pocket. No tim e to lose
bleak.
now.
He went on ra p id ly .
" I f I am
"The woman in green had red
j here when the police a rriv e , I w ill h a ir, d id n 't she?” he asked, coldly.
B e a u t ify
[ be tied up fo r hours m aybe w ith
She looked fo r a m om ent down
j the p re lim in a ry in v e s tig a tio n . I f I in to an abyss of sheer te rro r.
am not, I can perhaps d iscover
" I —I don’ t k n o w ," she faltered.
w ith
som ething before they do. I know “ I was looking a t C u rt.”
' D onlevy, C hief of D etectives. I can
D is a p p o in t m e n t a n d w r a t h
I ta lk to h im to m o rro w . W hat I m ust flashed across his eyes, was as
a v a i l a b l e a t n il sto res
! do is get a head s ta rt. I w ant, fo r q u ic k ly gone. He only said, “ C our
instance, to search V a lla in c o u rt's age, then I 'l l see you to m o rro w .’’
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rooms. Where does did he liv e ? "
She put out her hand im p u lsive ly.
P uW lheW ej!"
Lazy "Innards
DR.
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SINNA LAXATIVE
SYRUP PEPSIN
THE QUINTUPLETS
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Mr
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MMOVISSWl
Shari Lynn Tells
Her Story
McCale Slips Out
Ahead of the Police
X Z IT
SOOT ERADICATOR
X Z , T RAINBOW COLORS
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BROW N
as if prom pted to e xpluin away his
d isillu sio n in her. A long m om ent
passed. She turned to the fire. He
went out.
T here was no one In the hall. The
body of C u rt V a lla in c o u rt lay long
and d u rk and lifeless, h a lf in, h a lf
out of the lig h t th ro w n by the
scones on each side o f a console
table.
M cCale stopped by the s till fo rm ,
avo id in g a puddle of congealing
blood. He kn e lt and noticed that
C u rt had been shot a little above
the heart, at close range, ns if
someone had w alked up to h im and
let h im have it. It was a m ira c le
he had managed to get up the steps
to the door. A less v ir ile person
would have dropped dead in his
tracks.
He friske d the body u n til he came
upon a key rin g th a t held a num ber
o f keys. Satisfied th a t one of these
m ust be the key to the dead m an's
a p artm ent, he rearranged the clo th
ing. w alked to the door, eased it
open und slipi>ed out.
He was h a rd ly across the street
onto the paths o f the Com m on when
the sirens sta rte d w a ilin g and te a r
ing up Beacon H ill.
A t P a rk Square, M cCale hopped
into a cru is in g cab w hich put him
down at 413 Fensroad in six m in
utes fiat, iWspite the increasing
d rizzle and the tra ffic congestion of
th a t tim e o f day.
F o u r-th irte e n was u big hunk o f
concrete and stainless steel.
He
stopped before V u lla in c o u rt's a p a rt
m ent and listened c a re fu lly , his ear
to the door.
• H u r r y —ru b in B en-G uy fo r fust, soothing, g e n tly
w o rm in g re lie f! In sist on jjenu/ne B en-G ay, th e o rig i
nal B aum e A nulgesique. B en-G uy contuins u p to 2 ’/a
tim es m ore m e th y l sn licylu te und m e n th o l tw o p n in -
re lie v in g agents kn o w n to e v e ry d o cto r — thun five
o th e r w id e ly offe re d rub-ins. B en-G uy nets fust w here
you h u rt.
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Buy S a fe an d Sound (J. S. Savings Bonds
A fte r he'd entered, he stood com
ple te ly s till, testing the silence that
hung h e a vily about him .
A wide
doorw ay at his rig h t gave entrance
to a la rg e liv in g room . He stepi>cd
to w a rd it, soundlessly.
The qu ie t o f the place was d is
tu rb in g . I t was the intense, p re g
nant qu ie t o f a room so re ce n tly oc
cupied th a t the e fflu viu m o f th a t
occupancy s till hung in the a ir.
There were tw o doorw ays in back
and a little to the le ft of h im as he
stood m otionless in the center of
the carpet.
N ot a board creaked
o r a pin dropped, but the h a ir on
the back o f his head stood up, w arn-
in g ly. M o istu re beaded his palms.
He sw iveled slow ly, expecting—
anything.
A wom an stood in the firs t d oor
way. T a ll, d a rk, voluptuous, she
lounged, white-faced, breathless, in
a
p e c u lia rly
fa m ilia r
a ttitu d e
Hooded, discontented eyes looked
ste a d ily at h im . H er face was so
w hite she seemed a ll lip s tic k in the
g la re o f so m any lig h ts
I f she had
had a c ig a re tte in th a t m o u th —
M e m o ry tugged at M cCale and he
knew it was S hari Lynn. She wore
a d a rk green wool dress!
"W ho are you?” he said h u skily !
She moved slo w ly to w a rd h im , eyes !
w a ry.
F o r a m om ent he ignored '
her.
"Y o u were a fool to come d ire c t- '
ly here,” he said then.
Apprehension widened her eyes '
fo r a m om ent, b rin g in g out unsus
pected lines in her face. She sat
down u nsteadily on a ch a ir and ran
nervous fingers through d a rk dyed
h a ir.
She's scared. M cCale thought.
He perched p e rilo u sly on the a rm
o f the E m p ire sofa, shaking out a
c ig a re tte fro m a pack d ire c tly into
his m outh in one m otion. He spoke
o ver the flam e o f his lig h te r.
“ C u rt V a lla in co u rt has ju s t been
shot.”
W atching her closely he was c e r
ta in th a t it w a sn 't news to h e r—th a t
she a lre a d y knew.
“ Who are you—a dick? I d id n 't
k ill h im .”
"Y o u were th e re .”
She was guarded now. H er eyes
na rro w e d and she clutched the
glass w ith shaking fingers. " Y o u ’ ve
got to prove that, copper.”
“ I ’ m not the police.”
"T h e n who are you? *What are
you doing here? What is this, a
shakedow n?"
He shook his head. “ I'm a p r i
vate d ick. I am , however, in ve sti
g a tin g C u rt V a lla in co u rt's m u r
d e r."
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a “ m a k in 's ” c ig a r e t te - B u t
th e y b o th s ta n d p a t on P . A .
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“ I'v e smoked P. A . in m y p ip e fo r years now ,” says
M r . L eig h S. T a y lo r. “ T h e fact th a t « P. • a A » . • s is a c espe
a p o *
c ia lly tre a te d to rem ove tongue
b ite is a lot of com fo rt to me.’
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relieved.
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Curt's Apartment
Yields No Clues
He soon found out why. A c ra fty
look slid in to her eyes. She alm ost
sm iled.
"L is te n , then. I ’ m not saying I
don’t know C u rt has been kille d .
I ' l l even a d m it m aybe I was near
enough to have seen i t done,
m ig h t give you in fo rm a tio n as
who d id it, m is te r.”
“ I'm
liste n in g .
B ut m ake it
q u ick. I w ant to fris k the place
before the cops c ra w l a ll o ve r i t . "
She understood the necessity fo r
speed and w ent on h u rrie d ly .
“1
was up here having a couple of
d rin k s w ith C u rt before he w ent to
the w edding rehearsal. I decided
to w a it u n til he got back. He was
gone a long tim e —too long.
1
grabbed a cab, and got out at the
m usic shop near P a rk Square.
I
was paying o ff the ta x i when I saw
C u rt cu ttin g across the path to
Beacon s tre e t."
"Y o u follow ed h im ? ”
She hesitated a m om ent, a look
of doubt com ing over her face, as
if she were not sure of saying the
rig h t thing. T h a t pause made a Jot
o f difference in M cC alc's ca lcu la
tions.
Also for Pain due to COLDS, MUSCLE ACHE, snd STRAINS.
Ask for Mild Ben-Cay for Children.
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“ I lik e everything about P rince A lb e rt,” save M r
T . E . R akestraw . “ I t rolls up easier and it tastes just
rig h t — m ild , w ith p le n ty o f good
rich taste.”
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