Southern Oregon News Review, Thursday, December 12, 1946
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T h a F a ll a n d W ln la r la a u a et F A S H IO N
A T U d t*
McCale was alone when the c a ll , I What wus she doing up th e re ? "
« a n la ln a a h a a t et I4 » a a te r e e e e r w a in a a
came an hour la te r. He lifte d the i
" I —I don’t know. P u ttin g some
w h a a a w a . O r a l i ila bv t a |> H I| h l d r a lx n r r a ,
,a><
la m a h a a tr ia a , te e * « r e r h a lln x d l r r r -
receiver w ith his good hand to hear . i things away o r—”
lia n a , t r r r » r ln la d a a l l r r n In tlia baob.
the frightened voice of A delaide
l'r
lc
e
»3 e r n ia .
"L o o k in g
fo r
som ething
p e r
Bigelow.
haps?”
S F W IN tl t l H C I I C P A T T B R N U K I T .
” ^ fr. M cCale's residence?”
In J " I c o u ld n 't guess.”
7»» M in io « Bt., Han Fran claco, C a lli.
spite of the feverish a n xie ty in her
"W ho found her?”
I t flashed
E tic loa« 23 canta In colna fu r each
tone, she clung to the fo rm a litie s . through his m in d th a t someone |
p a lta in doalrad.
" R ig h t here. Miss B ig e lo w ."
m ust have known where she was, j
Pattern Nu. ■ ■
---- -Six» —
"O h, I'm so glad yo u ’ re up and would have hud subtly to reveal her ,
N ain a
about. I heard you had been in h id in g place.
ju re d ."
A d d re ia -----------------
"She recovered her senses a fte r— I
“ Yes. but I'm quite a ll rig h t, j goodness knows how long.
she
What is it? ” He was urgent.
w alked dow nstairs by herself. V e r
*'S»uffod-Up"No»e, Headache?
" I t 's Sybil. She's been attacked. onica found her pacing up und down
R ight here in the house.
1 am the h a ll on the th ird floor, in a
She—she co u ld n't And her
frightened. W hat can it mean? 1 daze.
C H A PTER XV
own ro o m ."
thought—"
"Y es, yes. Is she— ? "
T h a t was logical. M any people,
The case was beginning to irk
Relief • ( yewr mlierle« , 4 / COCO FRIFARATlOM
"A liv e ? Yes, but unconscious. A a fte r being stru ck o ver the head,
if . r f . I r A ..«end! U * * " f A IU TI or HOUIt
I h im badly. N ot only was he not d o cto r’s h e re ."
regain enough o f th e ir senses to
, m a k in g progress, he alm ost seemed |
Cautìoffi fuite only o» directed
" T e ll me, is i t a b u lle t w ound?” 1 w alk about a u to m a tica lly seeking
ito be going backw ards.
" N o ."
help, though s till in a sem i-con
"W e
gathered
in C hristopher
McCale was surprised to hear ! scious condition.
,S to rm ." he began.
this. "H o w was she h u rt? ”
"She collapsed a g a in ? "
: m ake
‘.‘I told you to ta il him , not a r
"She was—was s tru ck on the j
"Y es, as soon as we got her to
•
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•
rest h im ." M cCale in te rru p te d sour-
> c a re e r
your
i ly. H is a rm was g iv in g h im pain, back o f the head. Oh, i t ’ s so h o r r i bed and had sent fo r the d o cto r.”
ble. 1 suppose I shouldn’ t bother
"W h a t prognosis does the doctor
and besides that, his thoughts w ere
you, but—”
g ive ? ”
¡not encouraging.
“ N ot at a ll. Keep calm . I'm com
"H e swears he d id n 't shoot at you
"She w ill p robably recover, but
ing rig h t o v e r."
she m ay not rem em ber things—who
l j s t n ig h t.”
" I d id n ’ t th in k he did. D id you
As he stood on the sidew alk, w a it h it h e r—how it happened—fo r a
Bib Apron
le t h im go?"
ing. a shadow detached its e lf fro m
long tim e . The police were quite
YOU’L
L
need
just one yard of
nasty
about
it,
M
r.
McCale.
They
"H a d to. No real evidence. And
gaily printed fabric to m ake ,
have insisted on a police nurse so
the la d 's too dam ned honest to suit
th a t she m ay be questioned the m o this pretty and practical bib apron
i m e ."
m ent she regains consciousness. Oh, in the sm aller sizes. So easy to
“ He came rig h t out and a d m it-
do and an ideal gift for showers, j
i t ’s a w fu l—a w fu l!”
i ted he was the one who was fo llo w
i n g V a lla in c o u rt around the last few
She reached out an old blue- holiday giving, bazaars, or for your
veined hand tow ard h im . like a d is own apron wardrobe.
1 days, however. Said he had the
tressed child. H er voice was em p
; itc h eith e r to get his hands on him
ty, drained.
' and te a r h im to pieces, o r to get
i som ething on h im th a t w ould in flu
"W h a t can we do, M r. M cC a le ? "
e n c e V e ro n ica.”
He shrugged aw ay the p ity that
"T ru e to type, d o n 't you th in k? ”
flooded his m ind. No tim e fo r sym
“ Hahvahd,
Hahvahd,
rah-rah-
pathy. His business was not com
I ra h ." This fro m Rocky.
m iseration.
His m outh was g rim ;
The officer gave h im a cold stare
his voice held no clem ency, no hope.
before he continued.
"O h, quite.
He turned w ith a v io le n t m ovem ent,
D arned i f he d id n ’ t m eet up w ith
strid in g to w a rd the door.
the g la m o u r boy and have a heart
" I w ant to see the a ttic .’
| to h eart ta lk w ith h im , though. Val- ,
She rose obediently, m e ch a n ica l
la in c o u rt convinced h im th a t he
ly. In the hall, she led the way,
i was going to do rig h t by our gal,
some o f the g ra n ite in her ta kin g
: so Storm took h im s e lf o ff to his law -
possession again. She preceded him
i y e r’s and lik e a boy scout signed
up the sta irw a y, dead eyes stra ig h t,
i over the ‘Love Nest’ o r w hatever
her fine-draw n lip s set in a firm
he calls i t ”
line.
"V e ry civilize d . I knew a ll th a t.”
Up the dark, h e a vily carpeted
“ Then why in the nam e o f the
stairw ays o f the brooding house
i F a th e r and the Son did you give
they went, past the double doors of
; me th a t c ry p tic message ju s t be-
the d ra w in g room where K aren s till
. fo re you were b litz k rie g e d la s t :
played her m acabre m usic, up to
i night? Why d id you w a n t m e to
the th ird floor, w here a policem an I
I put a ta il on h im ? ”
sat dozing before the closed p o rta l
“ Because, m y good frie n d , 1 be-
o f S ybil's room w here death was
J gan to suspect th a t the lad thinks
M cCale unfolded a targe black hovering, up the last flig h t, d a rk e r
1 a lot, th a t he has m ore than a g lim - silk h andkerchief.
and n a rro w e r than the others, to
I m e r as to w hat this mess is a ll
the a ttic where m u rd e r had been—
i about. I was sure th a t e ventually the cold, d a rk F e b ru a ry n ig h t and perhaps only delayed.
You can’t trust snow. It might have ice under it.
his elephantine m in d w ould h it on w alked tow ard him .
M iss Bigelow pressed a sw itch
And
that
means trouble—fa st! Thousands of destructive
' som ething im p o rta n t.
Would he
"T h a t you, M r. M cC ale?"
and
tw
o
ye
llo
w
bulbs
cam
e
into
accidents each winter could have been prevented by
I come to m e w ith it? Oh. no. As
"Y es,
o ffic e r—o r—hello,
H u m view , d im ly lig h tin g the place
A
you say, the naive honesty of the
phrey. I t I ’d known it was you, I'd w e ll-ke p t a ttic came into focus,
lad is am azing. I was alm ost sure
have in v ite d you inside long ago." shadowy, but unlike most attics, o r
For treacherous going, there’s no better safeguard than
he'd s ta rt d ig g in g around by h im
d e rly. No dust there, no d a rk c o r
"H
e
ll,
so
you
knew
the
office
had
weeds . Especially the new weed A merican V Bar-Re
self. A dangerous gam e.” He p a t
ners, no cobwebs o r broken fu r n i
ted his bandage. ‘ ‘I wanted to avoid a ta il on you. And m e th in k in g it
inforced
t ir e chain .
ture.
There
were
a
few
chests
of
was a re a l m yste rio u s jo b I was
another catastrophe.”
More
than
a new tire
given. T h a t D onlevy! T e lls me I dra w e rs, any num ber o f trunks and
D onlevy
m u tte re d
to h im s e lf
w asn’ t to bother you, but to stick to antique baggage.
chain —th e new idea
_
g lu m ly.
An old tru n k had been pulled out ;
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tr
a
c
tio
n
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“ Instead of th a t,” R ocky put in, y o u r door lik e i t was me m o th e r’ s."
A ta xica b slid up to the c u rb and under one of the lig h ts fo r easier
"th e y had the m a rk on you fo r the
Don’t let winter catch |
M
cCale
got in. He held the door perusal. I t stood open. There was
next v ic tim , boss."
a da m p red stain on the bare boards
you without tire chains.
" I t won’t happen a g a in,” the lie u open.
w here the blood had spilled fro m
tenant said. " I ’ ve put a m an on
“ Come on. H um ph. You’ ll get a S y b il’ s wound.
See th e d e a le r who
th is house."
dusting fro m the lie u te na n t if you
handles
WEED CHAINS.
M cC ale dropped down beside the
“ Oh, L o rd ," said Duke, ill hum or lose your q u a rry ."
tru
n
k
,
asking
c
u
rtly
,
“
The
weap
coloring his voice.
McCale gave the Beacon street
" A ll rig h t. You m a y not lik e it, num ber as H um phrey clam bered o n ? "
"T h e police took i t aw ay—a c h im
but he stays ju s t the sam e.” He in. The big red-faced o ffice r set
ney b ric k wrapped in a towel. The
j got up to go.
tled h im s e lf w ith a sigh.
tow el was fro m the th ird floor b ath
“ A nything new besides th a t? ”
AMERICAN CHAIN D IV ISIO N
"W e going fo r a long ride, M c ro o m ." Miss A delaide's eyes a vo id
McCale inquired.
ed the blood on the floor.
"N o t a thing, unless you th in k C ale?”
\ a c
“ No.
Just over the h ill, and I i
K aren is the g ir l we’ re a fte r. I ’ ve
M iss B igelow ’ s voice came h o llow
' got a man on e ve ry last one o f c a n 't take you in. Too bad. The ly, fu tility d u llin g it.
"T h e n it
them now. She drew $800 fro m the house is fu ll of b e a u tifu l w om en." m u st have been—oh, i f it were not
bank this m o rn in g .”
“ You’d b e tte r let m e come in ," tru e —but it m u st—”
oua
"She did ? ”
H u m p h re y gibed.
"Y o u can’ t do
“ Yes,” he said q u ie tly. " I t could
y
o
u
r
best
w
o
rk
w
ith
th
a
t
a
rm
in
a
“ Yes. Looks m ore lik e she was
only have been the m u rd e re r of
going to pay b la c k m a il again, s lin g .”
C u rt V a lla in co u rt and Shari Lyn n —
w hat?”
He studied M cC ale’ s e x
the person who attem pted to re
pression closely, but got no v is ib le
m ove me fro m the w o rld last n ig h t
reaction. He shrugged. " W e ll,” he
—here in th is house. Surely you
looked his chagrin, "g la d to see
have known, have suspected. Miss
“ You don’t know me. Besides, the B igelow , th a t the m u rd e re r is e ith
you’ re breathing. I f you th in k of
la d y I'm going to see is in a worse e r one o f yo u r fa m ily , o r someone
I anyth in g —”
"Y e s ,” M cC ale’ s eyes were fa r condition than yours tru ly . Some who goes and comes at w ill to and
one trie d to bum p her o ff.”
away.
fro m th is house."
He fin a lly persuaded Ann to go
“ M y God. Who is it, Mata H a ri? ”
home. She w o u ld n 't a d m it how fa
M cCale laughed and lapsed into
tigued she was u n til he ca llo u sly silence fo r the rest of the ride.
i called attention to the droop o f her
A delaide B i g e l o w
seem ed
shoulders and the d a rk circ le s un- changed. L ik e the house, she was
She looked at him bleakly.
! der her eyes.
He began to go through the con
enveloped in tragedy. To be sure,
tra g e d y had touched her life m ore tents o f the tru n k, s w iftly , u rg e n t
than once in the la s t hours, had ly. I t was apparent th a t S ybil had
crouched on her own doorstep. But stored her keepsakes there. W rit
now it had entered the v e ry house, ten labels were pinned to a num ber
A t six o’ clock Rocky cam e in
the room .
I t was th is fa c t that | of a rticle s. There was a g ir l’ s w hite
fro m the bedroom where he had seemed to have shattered the last dress w ith a card th a t read: " V ic
been getting some sleep. He pulled rem nants of her courage. She sat ! to r ia ’ s g ra d u a tio n ."
S yb il’ s own
the curtains o ver the d a rk windows. huddled in an a rm c h a ir lik e a para- | wedding gown. Two envelopes con
McCale sat w rapped in thought, , lyzed person, powerless, w atching tained locks of Stephen’ s and V ic
sta rin g m oodily in to the fire. H is i
death lik e a slow -burning flam e to ria 's childhood curls. There were
face clouded and grew b rig h t again
creep tow ard her across the floor. several schoolbooks.
and again, as i f his m in d had ;
As he rem oved other souvenirs
“ Oh,” she said, seeing h im stand
reached out and ju s t m issed a v e ry j
fro m the depths of th e ir hiding
ing
before
her,
n
o
ticin
g
his
a
rm
in
elusive m em ory.
its ham m ock. " Y o u r a rm . I knew, place, a brand-new p ictu re of Sybil
"Y o u 'v e got to go out fo r me,
of course, you were h u rt, b u t—oh, 1 flashed across his m ind. She was
R ock,” he said, his voice packed
shouldn’ t have called y o u ."
Her revealed, not so m uch as the w o m
• Rub in Ben-Gay for prompt, soothing, gentle relief
w ith excitem ent.
“ Somehow, you
an who clung so desperately to her
voice was d u ll, hopeless.
from chest-cold miseries. Your doctor knows about
have got to get into the L yn n g ir l’ s
fa d in g youth, who m ade vapid, s illy
" I ’ m so rry I had to come in m y conversation, who bolstered her
those famous pain-relieving agents—methyl salicylate
suite a t the Baysreuth, B rib e the
and menthol. Ben-Gay contains up to 2 ,/a times more
o ffice r if there's one on guard, o r dressing gown, but I had no one to e m p ty m iddle-age w ith sherry, but ,
I d id n ’ t w ant to m ore as a doting m o th e r secretly
of them than five other widely offered rub-ins. M ild
the desk clerk, i f there is n ’t. I t the help me dress.
Ben-Gay was especially formulated for children’s
room s are sealed up, get in some waste the tim e i t w ould have taken keeping a live the b rig h te r moments
m e to do i t by m yse lf. I hope you’ll o f a not too easy life.
delicate skin. Ask for genuine Ben-Gay.
o th e r w ay.”
excuse it . "
"W h a t do you w ant there, boss?”
M cC ale unfolded a large black
M m for Pain due to RHEUMATISM. MUSCLE ACHE, and STRAINS.
" O f course.”
" A lis t of the p ictures over the
s ilk handkerchief, the la st th in g in
Ask for Mild Ben-Gay for Children.
"W hen d id i t happen?” H is tone the tru n k.
desk in the liv in g room .
Just a
was m ore lik e a d octor's than a de
description. T here's one m is s in g .”
“ T h is? ”
te c tiv e ’ s.
"W h e re ’ll I look fo r th a t one?”
A puzzled look came over her
" I don’ t w ant it. I w a n t the oth
“ A bout five o’ clock.
She m ust face. She struggled w ith m em ory.
ers.
I f you can’ t get them out, have la in there a good h our.”
" I don’t know. I ca n 't place that.
m ake a lis t. Get back here as soon
“ W here?”
” 1 h a rd ly th in k so.”
as you can.”
" I n the a ttic .”
Could it have been m y b ro th e r’s?"
ltu k r M e ta l» . p riva te detective, la In
vestigating the m u rd er of C urt V alla ln -
court. who was about to m a rry Veronica
Bigelow, heiress to th irty m illion dollars.
She la the p rin cip a l suspect.
M cC ale
learns of a deep plot to keep control of
the grea t fortune In the fa m ily through
a deal w ith V alla in co u rt.
Shari I.Vnn.
V a lla in c o u rt’s fo rm er w ife. Is shot to
d ra th , ap p aren tly to silence her. Some
one Ares a t M cC ale. wounding him In
the shoulder. Then V eronica calls, te ll
ing him th at Ute police have arrested
Christopher Storm , noted arch itect, and
fo rm e r suitor of V eronica's.
M cCale
phones police lieutenan t B onlevy. In
charge of the rase, and asks him to
h u rry over.
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‘The Murderer Must
Be in the House!’
4 Black Handkerchief
Intrigues McCale
j
' Someone Strikes
Down Sybil
“Right you are."
An eyebrow shot up.
"The attic?
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