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Southern Oregon News Review. Thursday, October 31, 19-ftì HOW TO P in w h e e l M ed a llio n Is E asy to C rochet BROW N W Duke McCale, prUate detective. Is guarding the wedding presents at the Bigelow mansion. While he Is talking , with wealthy old Miss Adelaide Hlgelow. they hear a shot. A moment later. Curt Vallaincourt. the brldegroom-tobe. dies in the front hallway. MrCale slips away before the police arrive, and hurries to Vallalnrourt's apartment to search It for clues. There he meets Shari Lynn, a singer, and former wife of Vallaincourt. She apparently knows of the shooting, and betrays hrrsell under MrCale's clever questioning. He notes that she i wears a green dress as did the woman he saw running away from the scene. Shari admits that she was nearby whrn I Vallaincourt was shot. CHAPTER IX “ He was a long way ahead of me. There was another dame com ing up over the H ill road that meets the path he was on at the gate by the Bigelow house." “ You're sure of that. Miss Lynn? Remember, you may be making a dangerous accusation." Rage flared up in her. She jumped up. “ Dangerous accusation," she screamed "1 should say It was. She killed him — that little blue- blood. Killed him. I tell you I saw her. He's dead. Dead!" He crossed to her quickly, shak T 'H IS pinwheel medallion will ing her by the shoulders. “ Take it easy. "You're in a spot whirl new beauty into your home! Easy to crochet, it makes yourself. Whoever it was that met elegant doilies; when joined, larg Vallaincourt at that gate had on a green suit or dress.” er pieces. Angrily she brushed his hands • • • For cobwebby effect, do this In fine cot from her arms, faced him. ton; for a sturdier result, use string. “ I know that. She had on a green Pattern 662 has directions for two medal suit. 1 saw it. But 1 was a long lions; stitches. Due to an unusually large demand and way off, I tell you. You're not get current conditions, slightly more time is required in filling orders for a few of the ting me for this just because I'm most popular patterns. wearing this green thing. I wouldn't Send your order to: have killed Curt. God, I loved him. I loved him ." Sewing Circle N eedier raft Dept. Her body sagged away from him Box 3217 San F rancisco 6, Calif. , Her voice was low and harsh, was a Enclose 20 cents for Pattern. No____________ cry of despair, as though her throat were all burned out. Name- McCale left Shari Lynn slumped Address- on the couch. He knew it w-as use less to talk to her any more. She wouldn't be of any help. He went quickly through an or nate bedroom which had a fabulous 9%,-NATION'S connecting bath of chromium and F A V O R IT E glass. There were two closets of expensive linen and haberdashery. POP CORN He had never seen so many shirts, ties, shoes, socks, and collars out side a department store. And he went through everything. But there wasn't a single thing YIUOW to give him a lead, to use as evi too» roi nus uni dences—not a letter, a receipt, a ar r*«t tu c u l b ill—not even a stray address. The murdered man had played it pretty smart and close to the ground. Disgruntled, he went back into the living room and out the front door. It was nine-fifteen when the buzz er in McCale’s outer office an nounced a late caller. McCale laughed, "How are you, Bart?” OLDER PEOPLE! Many Doctors Advise Mw ü / eiwvmk . Older people 1 It you haven’t the stam ina yon abould—becaua* your diet lacks the natural AAD Vitamins and energy-building, natural oils yon need—you'll find oood-tosttwp Scott's Emulsion helps build aiemino, energy and resietan ee to e o li t . Sea this w ondw rfnl d if f e r e n c e —boy Scott's at yoor druggist's today / Donlevy Trades Some Knoii'ledge “ Ready to take you over the hurdles for sneaking out on me this afternoon.” Donlevy's smile be lied his growl. McCale smiled back at him He liked the man. He SCOTTS EMULSION steadily. had the look of careful grooming Y E A R R O U N D T O N IC not often associated with the police. You would place him at about for ty; a large man, bulking powerful ! and tall against the heavy door. He was of the new school of officers so widely heralded but often ridiculed —college bred, scientifically trained | and carefully chosen. “ I ’m not really sore,” he began, j " I only wondered why you took a powder when you and Adelaide Bigelow were practically the only eye witnesses to this ghastly busi ness. It dawned on me very soon when I found no keys on the corpse that you’d gone to Vallain- court’ s apartment to steal a march on me. Was that nice?” He raised an eyebrow facetiously. "Not nice, but necessary from my point of view. I ’ve got second look before—after your squad has fine-toothed a place—and there's never been a hairpin left for us fel lows.” TO HELP “ What exactly did you And from EASE COUGHING, being first this time?” TIGHT CHEST “ Nary a clue. The place was as MUSCLES clean as a bone. Beyond getting RUB ON | a good idea of what the lad who lived there was like, there wasn't a false whisker for my trouble.” “ The setup he had was quite re iVNU—13 vealing, wasn’t it? Pure Hollywood —half DeMille, half Dorothy Drap er. Very suggestive. Is that all you have found?” “ I found a woman.” McCale never felt It accom plished anything to hold out on Don May Warn o f Disordered levy. It only promoted misunder Kidney Action standing and ill feeling. It was Modern life with Its harry aad wor ry, Irregular habits, improper eating and much better to get the evidence drinking—ita risk of expoaura and infec first. That was all. tion—throws heavy strain on the work of the kidneys. They are apt to become He watched the quick interest ever-taxed aad fail to filter excess add flash across Donlevy's eyes before and other impurities from the life-givint blood. he controlled it, before he said casu Yon may roller nagging backache, ally, “ I would call that a clue, headache, dlxzineas, getting up nights, leg pains, swelling—feel constantly Duke.” tired, nervous, all worn out. Other signs , “ Well?” he questioned. of kidney or bladder disorder arc some- times burning, scanty or too frequent “ Shari Lynn, the chanteuse, at urination. present of the Latin Quarter and Try Doan’i Pills. Doon'i help the kidneys to paaa off harmful excess body The Abbey.” waste. They have had mors than half a “ Umm—I ’ve heard of her.” century of public approval. Are recom mended by grateful users avarywhara. a McCale went on, then, to tell of natfUorZ his encounter with the night club singer. He told it all, what she had said, how she had looked, bringing the complete picture before Don MENTHOLATUMf^ That Na^^in^ Backache D oans P ills — as suggested by “ Slutoniotibr /IrUift,” the newspaper of the industry N U M ATURO laincourt wus her own chee-ild to hear her rave.” "To get on with it. the Gorbolsh Karen Is quite another ticket A* masklike und cold as the Snow Queen. Concerned, but unruffled, If you know what I mean. She turned a shade whiter, if that's possible, but I got the distinct Impression she'd only walk around the corpse and go on her way. A bit too con trolled. "Victoria was next. She blew In with a book under her arm. Had been browsing around the Public Library—walked home." McCale pursed his lips. " I Imag- j ine she screamed once, made an i inappropriate remark and hud a long hooker of'whisky on it.” "You are very adroit." "I'v e an unusual mind, I guess,'* said McCale facetiously. "What j crack did she make?" "She looked down at the corpse in a kind of mixture of fright and sheer excitement and said, 'Then | someone did have the nerve’." McCale whistled. Donlevy turned a page. “ Chris topher Storm—the guy that didn't get the g irl—or almost didn't, what? He probably w ill now. He swears that he was walking back and forth along the lower Common path, hoping to intercept Veronica on her way home if she should come that way. She didn't show, so he came on up to the house There's a funny thing. Duke, them all breaking up in onesies after the wedding rehearsal. Oh. well. We come now to Veronica, the bride. "Veronica drove up in a cab—the last to arrive. She was strangely excited. I thought. She'd been doing some last minute shopping, saw it was getting late and got a cab at | the corner of Boylston and Tre mont." He hesitated. ", . . she said ” He let his last two words hang in the air. A devastating conversational abyss yawned, for McCale made no reply. Miputes ticked away. When he did speak, it was quietly. "She is the obvious suspect, of course. Bart. The accusation of Shari Lynn; the fact that both Miss Bigelow and I saw a girl in green running away from the scene di rectly after the murder. Too bad she should have picked the corner of Boylston and Tremont street to get her cab. There are very few shops there ani, as you have noted, the path running from the gate oppo “ Take it easy. You’re in a spot site the Bigelow house, over the hill by the cannon, ends at that precise yourself." point. “ True. There is the possibility of "Hardly coincidence " a safe deposit box at some bank." McCale shrugged. "What about “ That’s been checked. He had a the weapon?" small balance at a downtown bank, “ She must have thrown it away." but no box of any kind.” "Then the area in which to search McCale hunched himself over his for it is small. A woman cannot glass for a minute, musing. throw too far.” “ It becomes very confusing, then. " I know that.” A thwarted look For he must have got rid of every came over Donlevy’s craggy face. thing last night or today. Before" "We've had a special squad hunt —he stared unwinkingly at the rim ing it for three hours. So far, not of his glass—“ just before he went a sign of it. We’ve actually used to his death.” floodlights and turned up every fa ll A long minute went by, while the en leaf, emptied every ash barrel in fire crackled m errily in the grate— the park, with no luck." while each one of the three thought his own thoughts about this conjec W here Is the ture. It was Donlevy who finally shrugged it away with a sour look. Murder Gun? Duke McCale paused in front of ‘That, then, for the moment, is the big man, Donlevy. The gray that.” haired police inspector looked up Funny, but McCale's mind seemed at him and said, " I suppose in re relieved. turn for your information you want The case was dropped momen to be brought up to date.” "That’s only fa ir," McCale tarily while they talked of pleasant er things. It was nearly twelve smiled. Donlevy had never once let him when Donlevy stood up to go. “ I rather thought,” he said at down in a m atter of this kind, though he covered it always with the door, "that you were retained by the old lady Bigelow to get at an air of assumed ill grace. the truth. Now, I ’m sure you’ re hired to protect the g irl.” He tried Suspicion Settles to put it over with a slow smile. On Veronica “ Nothing of the sort has been "Here it is, then, for what it’s suggested to me, I can assure you." worth,” he said. "There was, in McCale returned his smile sardoni the Bigelow house at the time of cally. "That's the truth." "Okay. 1 have my duty to do, the murder, besides Aldelaide Bige low and yourself, the cook, an up you know." “ I'd find the weapon first.” stairs maid, and the butler, King. "Oh, sure, sure. We’ll find it." The cook was preparing dinner The maid, Kitty Shane, was hang The echo of Barton Donlevy’s ing around the kitchen. They’re footsteps had hardly died on the out, obviously. No motive, no op stairs when McCale, standing be portunity. King was fixing a tray fore the dying fire, spoke. of hors d’oeuvres for the usual “ I held out on the torn bit of let cocktail hour. He’s out for the same ter.” reason. None of them saw or heard “ So I see, chief. You don’t think a thing until the prolonged ringing the girl in green was the Veronica of the bell.” dame, then?” “ About five minutes after the "Maybe." cruising car got there, I arrived. It There was a silence for a min was then about twenty minutes ute, then Rocky said, "They have since Vallaincourt had been shot. not found the rod." Shortly after that, the fam ily be "No.” McCale’s eyes lighted up gan to wander in and I questioned them in the order of their appear as he looked quizzically at his ance. Sybil and Stephen, her son, friend and employee He smiled as came in together. She said she had though he knew what Rocky was walked from the church across the thinking. "D idn’t you say the gal who ran Gardens, stopping at Shackley’s drugstore for cigarettes. She had away stopped a minute to look back chatted a few minutes with the when she got to the cannon on the clerk, whom she knew. She met hill?” “ Yes.” Stephen as she came out of the store. He had been wandering along "Well, chief,” he jumped up, Charles street, just killing time, he “ you’ve been waiting to see i f ’ l ’d said. Likes to walk <n the rain— think of it. Of course I have. After that sort of thing." all, I’ve heard you tell It three 'There's a jangled lad for you,” times. That gun ought to be in the McCale waggled a finger. "Neu belly of that cannon." rotic. Worried about his wife. Was They left the office in a mad rush. probably out hunting her up, wher A cab deposited them in rapid time ever she was.” at the Common entrance. It was "Sybil Is no calm, strong pioneer late and any police who had been woman either. Collapsed like a bal searching for the gun were gone. loon at the news. You'd think Val (TO BE CONTINUED! levy in a manner that insured the detective of every detail. “ You think then,” the lieutenant queried when at last McCale was silent, “ that there was an old af fair between them? Something in your telling it makes me feel you are convinced that it was not too recent—something flaring up again after a long tim e.” McCale nodded. He closed his eyes a moment, then opened one, as if the other still shuttered an inner thought. " I'm sure of it,” he said. 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