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Southern Oregon News Review, Thursday, December 26, 1946 ♦ Laugh and the World Laughs With You! By JAMES KINSEY Duke M rC alr. private detective, Is In- v e itic a tia t the murder ol Curt Vallala- court, who was about to m arry Veronica Rlgelow, heiress to thirty million dollars. She Is the principal suspect. McCale uncovers a deep plot to keep control ot (he (re a l fortune In the fam ily throufh a deal with Vallalncourt Shari I.yna, Vallalncourt's form er wife. Is shot to death. McCale la shot In the shoulder. Sybil. Veronica's mother, Is slugged. Sud denly. the truth strikes McCale. Rushing out of the mansion, he approaches a man In sailor’s uniform. He Is Stephen Bigelow, Veronica's brother. McCale and his aids overpower him before he can shoot. Just then Donlevy drives up. and brusquely takes over. CHAPTER XVII When they reached it, they found Ann M a rrio t dozing by the dying fire. She jum ped up, smoothing ru m p le d h a ir into place. “ W e ll," she said ta rtly , "a re you a ll rig h t? Running around lik e that in y o u r dressing gown. M y good ness. T h a t’ s no way to c a ll on the Beacon Street Bigelows. I t ’ s a ll over, isn ’t it? I t came o ver the ra d io about an hour ago. You w ould have to w restle w ith m u rd e r ers, w o u ld n 't you? You sure you feel a ll rig h t? " She was try in g hard to cover up her concern. She had been w o rry in g about h im a ll eve ning. a fra id that he m ig h t seriously h a rm his in ju re d shoulder. “ I'm a ll rig h t," M cCale said “ but I'm s till wet and v e ry, v e ry tire d .” “ Then you get in to d ry clothes rig h t away. Rocky, you m ix h im a h ig h b a ll w hile I m ake coffee. W hile you’ re g e ttin g the liq u id inside of you, I w ant to hear about every thing. I f you th in k I ’ m going to tu ck you in and go home before I get the whole story, you are sadly m istaken. I f you w ill go out chas ing a m u rd e re r a ll night w ith a hole in y o u r side, you’ ll ju st have to take the consequences. I'm going to ask questions i f I stay here the rest o f the n ig h t.” “ I f you keep this up. spending y o u r nights w ith me the w ay you have been doing, y o u 'll have to m a rry m e to save m y good n a m e .” “ Y o u r good name. Tsk, ts k .” She laughed and flounced out the door. The three of them sat a long tim e o ver b ra n d y and hot coffee discuss ing the case. A fte r a lengthy re sume, they grew silent. McCale fin a lly spoke. D o tó ’ v y took over w ith a brusque ness th a t was u n fa m ilia r. He herd ed them a ll in to the lib ra ry , where an astonished and shaking b u tle r was fussing around M iss Adelaide. She stood, a fig u re of stone, drained of a ll anim ation. H er face was g ra y against the m antel, anguished. ' ‘Stephen.” she said in a m u r m u r th a t became a cry . The young-old face of Stephen looked h a lf ugly, h a lf despairing in the d im lig h t. There was a haunt ed look behind his eyes. He w et his lip s w ith the tip of his tongue. Suddenly he slum ped into a chair. "Y e s ,” McCale said. H is sophis tica te d m outh cu rle d in triu m p h and his tone was b rittle . “ I t was Ste phen Bigelow, dressed as a sailor, whom we saw lo ite rin g about the entrance to the Common ju s t be fore the m u rd e r. He looked up at the house once, rem em ber? He m ust have seen us a t the bay w in dow of the d ra w in g room , fo r the next tim e I noticed h im , he was reading a paper, p ro b a b ly to hide his face. When V a lla in c o u rt ap proached the house, he m ust have come across the street in to the shel “ The m addening th in g about it a ll te r of the areaw ay th a t goes under the fro n t steps—the service en was the m o tive , you see. E v e ry trance. When C u rt was passing, he one who came under suspicion a fte r s im p ly stepped up to h im and fired Veronica was m ore o r less cleared had a m otive. B u t not d iffe re n t m o p o in tb la n k.” tive s—they a ll had the same one.” M cCale looked at D onlevy and his “ W hat do you m e a n ? " Ann asked. men, who were grouped over the “ W ell, they were a ll in the plot crestfallen c u lp rit. D onlevy looked up at h im . I t was so sim ple, re a lly , to get C u rt m a rrie d to V eronica and now th a t i t was explained. He did in charge of the B igelow m illio n s . say, the ghost o f d e risio n on his Then when it was discovered th a t lips, “ P e cu lia r no one m entioned a he d id n ’t intend to give them a share a fte r a ll, they a ll had the sa ilo r hanging around.” “ I k n o w ," McCale answered b it same incentive— to keep h im fro m te rly . “ M y fa u lt e n tire ly . I p rid e g e ttin g co n tro l of it. When it was m yse lf on having a photographic cle a r th a t they a ll wanted h im out m ind, and I missed th a t, too. Men o f the way fo r the same reason, it in the service are so comm on about became m ore a m a tte r o f seeking the streets these days th a t q iey go out the person w ith the c h a ra c te ris alm ost unnoticed anywhere. T hat tic s m ost suitable to c o m m ittin g is where he was so clever. Who m u rd e r.” " B r ig h t lad ” R ocky grinned. would connect a s a ilo r w ith the B ig elows? One th in g I should have “ It's a w onder you fum bled as long seen, though, m ost c e rta in ly . I ' l l as you d id .” M cC ale scowled. “ Oh, I know the never fo rg iv e m y s e lf fo r th a t.” old one about everyone being a po “ W hat's th a t? ” asked D onlevy. M cCale reached out and took the te n tia l m u rd e re r. I had to nose a hat Stephen B igelow had in his little closer to the ground than ju s t hand. He cocked a fin g e r and spun accusing one rig h t a fte r the other. Some of them had to have a stro n g the th in g around lik e a plate. “ Well, I ’ll be d a m n e d ," D onlevy e r m o tiv e than ju s t money. exploded. C a ll it jealousy com bined w ith “ I d o n 't blam e yo u .” There was passion. Karen was the ’fem m e ch a g rin in M cCale’ s tone. “ This hat fa ta le ,' o f course. I th in k she knew is p e rfe ctly round, w hich identifies fro m the firs t th a t Stephen did it. i t as the type worn a num ber of She d id n 't give h im away, though, years ago. The style was changed not u n til tonight. She'd even thought about five years ago. The new er o f helping him to run away again. ones t i l t up in fro n t lik e a re g im e n t T h a t’ s why she drew the $800. B ut al o ffice r’s cap w ith o u t a visor. to n ig h t when I asked h e r i f she , I f I ’d only noticed th a t one thing, knew w hy S yb il hadn’ t been k ille d I ’d have realized the s a ilo r we saw instead of stunned, she d id n 't an was a phoney.” He sighed. “ I t swer. However, as I w ent out the m ig h t have saved a life .” He door, she began to p la y the L u lla b y fro m Jocelyn. I t was her w ay of thought of S hari Lynn. D onlevy cleared his thro a t. Then te llin g m e about the m o th e r fix a there was a ru s tle of feathers and t i o n Stephen had. He could not b rin g satin a t the door and V ic to ria h im s e lf to k ill her, even though he w h irle d in. H er eyes w ere b rig h t realized she had gone to the a ttic and her m ake-up stood out in ghast to see i f his s a ilo r su it was s till ly re lie f against the paleness ot her there— and the gun.” “ Oh, th a t’ s w hat she was looking face. H e r fingers je rk e d to her h a ir and a sh rie k died on her lips. Two fo r .” officers moved fo rw a rd a u to m a tic a lly . She b lu rte d some w ild g ib berish th a t fo re to ld ris in g hyste ria ; then suddenly was quiet. "So you did it , ” she said slowly. “ M y God, I d id n ’ t th in k you had the guts. You fool, you u tte r fool. She isn’ t w o rth it, you know—not w o rth i t . ” W hy Sybil's Life Was Spared Stephen Goes Quietly To Prison B y th is tim e D onlevy was ra ttle d . He m oved in on Stephen w ith a c irc le o f his men. He gave the charge so low i t was h a rd ly a udi ble. H is voice dropped fo r an in te rm in a b le m inute before he stepped back. As he did, M cC ale saw B igelow ’ s ja w move, his head come up slow ly. T ire d , fu rtiv e eyes l i t up as he looked aw ay fro m the group th a t surrounded h im . A sin gle te a r ran out of the co rn e r of an eye. He got to his feet, lo w e rin g his head as he slow ly turned to take them a ll in. No one moved tow ard h im . He gave them a contem ptu ous glare. F in a lly he turned to V ic to ria and spoke his la st words in th e ir presence. “ Y ou’ H te ll—M o th e r? ” His voice broke. She nodded. “ L e t’ s go,” said D onlevy. T hey took h im away. They had le ft the B igelow house in a sto rm o f questions fro m the firs t re p o rte rs on the scene, in the din of explosions fro m photographers’ flash bulbs, in the confusion o f the com ings and goings o f o ffic ia ls fro m p olice h e a d q u a rte rs and the d is tric t a tto rn e y 's office. M cC ale was look- j in g fo rw a rd to the peace and q u ie t o f his own a p a rtm e n t. " O f course. Funny. A ll the way along the line, e v e ry th in g pointed to the s a ilo r angle. I t w a sn 't u n til I found the black s ilk square in the a ttic th a t I realized w hat I had missed It was a ke rch ie f, you know, the kind sailors w ear knotted about th e ir necks. When I realized w hat it was, the whole puzzle fe ll into focus. There was a s a ilo r lounging near the gate across fro m the house on the afternoon o f the m u rd e r. Then Miss B igelow had told me that Stephen had once ru n away and jo in e d the navy. He even mentioned the fa c t him self. Then there was the p ictu re m issin g fro m Shari L y n n 's w all. The o n ly sa ilo r in a ll those u niform s. Stephen's photograph, o f course. The p ic tu re was taken years and years ago— not a v e ry good one—but i f I had given it m ore than a cu rso ry glance the nig h t I saw it at S hari L yn n 's, I th in k I w ould have recognized h im .” "L o rd . The whole business was out in the open a ll the tim e ." This fro m Rocky. “ Uh uh. T h a t's w here he was clever. I t was alm ost too out in the open. Stephen to ld no lies He ad m itte d being jealous o f K aren. E v e ry th in g he did was lo g ica l, you know, except a tta c k in g his m other. He shouldn't have done that, be cause he c o u ld n 't fo llo w through on it. He d id n 't have the h e a rt to k ill her. I t showed th a t the k ille r had a fondness fo r S yb il th a t ke p t h im fro m destroying her. T hat d efinite ly put the finger on S tephen." x 7. W hat is a lam a? 8. Do je lly fis h v a ry size? g re a tly in said—” THiUesi x 8. Yes, fro m th a t o t a pinhead to a g re a t m ass seven and one- h a lf feet across. 1 How To Relieve Bronchitis Creomulslon relieves promptly be cause It goes right to the scat of the trouble to help loosen and expel germ laden phlegm, and aid nature to soothe and heal raw, tender. In flamed bronchial m u cou s m em branes. Tell your druggist to sell you a bottle of Creomulslon with the un derstanding you must like the way It quickly allays the cough or you are to have your money back. It All Ends If ith a Kiss LRST LOVER M ove Up “ D id you shave th is m o rn in g ? ” “ Yes, s ir . " “ N e x t tim e stand close r to the ra z o r.” “A w onderful p a r t y !" Susan W hat She Said B la n kc’ s rye s were shining as she I t t i b t r — Johnny, g i f t " it ih t spoke " I ca n 't im agine yo u r Un lorm u ln for l u l t r , cle W ill g ivin g a p a rty —and on New Johnny— I I I JKLM NO. Absent-minded Professor — Will I'en th tr— n hnl n rt yon J n v m g at? Y e a r's Eve, at th a tl T h is is one all of those absent please stand Johnny — I ’«« ■««</ y tile r J n y lb -I it puzzle that has me s tu m p e d !” up? i ni II Io (), Handsome Douglass Wilson, w ith whom she was s ittin g out the dance, fX . <X- <X. <X. <X. ( X . (X . f X . <X. <X. <X. fX . fX . ( X . <X. fX . ( X . ( X . ( X . <X. ( X . fX . ( X . <X. e x . <X. e x . <X. <X. <X. <X. <X. (X . <X- (X . < x. < x. nodded agreem ent. T here was a m A S K M E I A quiz with answers offering ? ple reason fo r Susan's b e w ild e r ment. Never, u n til tonight, hud his Uncle W ill dem onstrated unything j A N O T H E R : information on various subjects J but com plete c ritic is m fo r the younger generation. Even the most r x . ex . e x . ( x . <x- <x. ( x . <x_ ( x . <x. <x. f x . ( x . <x. <x. < x . <x. <x. f x . ex . <x. ex . <x. <x. <x. <x. f x - < x . <x- < ~. < . <x. rx . sim ple pleasures o f youth had draw n his frow n. B ut to n ig h t, fo r no ap 1. U n ite d States postal m oney The A m u /e rt parent reason, he hud p e rfo rm e d a com plete about-face and opened o rd e rs w ere firs t issued d u rin g 1. The C iv il w a r. his own home to Doug's friends The w h a t w ar? 2. The bouquet o f a w ine re fe rs 2. The bouquet o f n w ine re fe rs to its a ro m a . big, gloom y house, sile n t fo r years save fo r the guarded tre u d of se rv to w hat? 3. A ta b le t o f law . 3. W hat does the Statue o f L ib ants, rang tonight w ith gaiety and 4. Yes. The In d ia n s had p la n te d e rty hold in her left hand? la ughter! it am ong th e ir co rn long before R e tu rn in g fro m the c ity . U ncle 4. Was the p u m p k in here when C olum bus a rriv e d . W ill had brought horns, whistles, C olum bus cam e to A m e ric a ? 5. I t is 110 degrees below zero. s illy caps and bulloons fo r the p a rty. 5. H ow cold is d ry ice? 6. A n a u t i c a l mil«.- is III HI 2 feet And m ost am azing o f a ll, tonight 6. H ow m uch longer is a n a u ti lon ge r than a land m ile . his usually g rim face was w reathed ca l m ile th a n a land m ile? 7. A B u d d h is t p rie st. Rocky said, s u rp ris in g ly . “ He was lu c k y about the false clues, too, boss. He d id n 't tr y to leave any h im s e lf—false ones—to p o in t anoth er w ay, lik e m ost m u rd e re rs do. There was the red w ig and e v e ry body being in the same lo c a lity a t ju s t the rig h t tim e to come under suspicion. Those things ju s t hap- ln sm lle s- He seemed to be enjoy- pened. A ll the confusion it caused Ing the evenir>8 llke a schoolboy was lu c k y fo r h im —fo r a w hile. " I t s 0,6 m ost puzzling th in g !” a n yw a y.” Susan repeated. “ T h a t's c e rta in ly rig h t. He al- She sm iled as Doug pressed her m ost got aw ay w ith b u m ping m e hand, re m e m b e rin g suddenly how off. too.” i m uch she loved h im , ye t how d if- “ H e'd never been caught i f he'd h cl,lt Uncle W ill had m ade th e ir re k ille d yo u ,” said Ann. | lationship. Doug had liv e d there in “ Oh, I d o n 't know. D o n le vy's ' tkie big house since his parents died, s m a rt and he would have plugged Now, grown up, he was m anaging aw ay u n til he got the rig h t line, no the estate. do u b t.” I “ U ncle W ill ju s t began m aking “ M aybe.” She sounded skeptical, preparations fo r the p a rty when he "G ood heavens. It's five o’ clock. , cam e back fro m New Y o rk .” Doug W hat about you and y o u r good nam e ! said. “ B u t he hasn't told me a now ?” She grinned a t McCale. j w ord. I'm as m uch in the d ark as R ocky tilte d his b ulk fro m his yo u ' Sue! ch a ir, saying, " I ' l l mosey along, to o .! They were silent a m om ent. “ I'm Come on, Ann. I ' l l d rop y o u ." a fra id th a t to m o rro w he’ll tu rn back “ You get rig h t in to bed now. ln t0 U n cle G rouch,” he continued. D uke.” she ordered. “ I hope you’ re ^ust can t re m e m b e r U ncle W ill going to be a ll rig h t. You a re n 't e ver ’ m ilin g before. . . . B ut le t's ru n n in g a fe ve r are you?” about you. D a rlin g , I d o n 't She put her hand on his forehead care i f he ls °PP°sed to young peo- and, bending o ver suddenly, gave ple g e ttin 8 m a rrie d . I'm going to h im a long kiss. te ll h im the tru th to m o rro w . I d o n 't “ I ’m fine,” answered M cCale c a re if — ” h a p p ily , “ but i f you w ant m y tern- "So you don’t care, eh?” Uncle p e ra tu re to go up, y o u 're c e rta in ly W ill was suddenly standing beside them , his expression threatening. doing the rig h t th in g .” “ Y ou’ re w illin g to defy m e ? " In j (T H E E N D ) the shadows they were unable to see the tw in k lin g in his eyes. “ W ell, it's the only th in g we can do,” Doug answered h o tly. "Y o u — yo u 're so h ard about e ve ryth in g , we have to de fy you, since you put It th a t w a y .” “ You d o n 't have to, s o n !" U ncle j W ill had come closer and placed an a rm around each of th e ir shoulders, j “ You can m a rry Susan ju s t as soon as you w ant to— ” “ B ut, we don’t u n d e rsta n d ," Doug gasped. “ Why, only a week ago you BY “ffzien In vo lve d M rs. B la c k We re u lly m ust get a new c a r, John. M r. B la c k — W h a t—when w e 're s till p a yin g in s ta llm e n ts on the c a r I exchanged fo r the c a r 1 sold in p a rt p aym en t fo r the c u r w e've got now? “ I said those things d e lib e ra te ly, c h ild re n .” U ncle W ill in te rru p te d . "Y o u see, th e re ’ s som ething I haven’ t been able to te ll you u n til tonight, Doug. When y o u r fa th e r died, m a k in g me y o u r guardian, he stip u la te d th a t you were to in h e rit his estate only i f you rem ained single u n til January 1 this com ing y e a r—th a t is, u n til m id n ig h t tonight. A t the same tim e , fo r some pecu lia r reason, he stipulated th a t you w e re n 't to be told about this p ro v i sion— so i f I ’d let you get m a rrie d sooner, yo u 'd have lost e verything. I t was a strange p ro visio n th a t he m ade in his w ill,” he concluded. “ B u t i t ’ s w orked out sa tisfa cto r C R E O M U L S IO N for Coughs, Chest Colds, B ronchi ti> Sñnp/y ¿/efo/eess R A IS IN B U N S r * * * '• / * X* -s L i» i • Melty-rich, piping hot Raisin Buns — made with Fleischmann’s Fast Ris ing Dry Yeast! IF YOU BAKE AT HOME —use it to help you turn out delicious breads at a moment's notice. Stays fresh for weeks on your pantry shelf—ready for quick action. Dissolve according to directions—then use as fresh yeast At your grocer’s. 11 •ray» »•«« n i Stays fresh -on your panfry shelf Ifou/c (pn/iA/moL S&atrdh'.. ûhuj, IE . S - SaoinqA. dBond&J J í T l ily. . . .” Ric McFarlane, a private in the U. S. army, picked a "lemon" for a bride— a woman who was out to get Ric's share of Buzzard's Hill farm before he was discharged from the army. But . . . an old beau comes to call on Julia McFarlane, Ric's mother, in the nick of time. You will enjoy this poignant story of the Doug was gasping. "A n d th a t’ s w hy yo u ’ ve been so opposed to m y m a rry in g Sue?” he asked. “ T h a t's rig h t, D oug,” he nodded. ’ T ’ve wanted so badly to te ll you these past few months, b u t you see, I couldn’ t—u n til to n ig h t!” He p ulled h im s e lf loose fro m th e ir grasp. “ Come along, you young s te rs !” he shouted gayly. ‘ T ’ ve thought o f som ething to c lim a x this p a rty. I t ’ s ju s t tw o m inutes to m id n ig h t, and I'm going to announce yo u r engagem ent! H appy New Y e a r!” McFarlane family, one of Helen Topping Miller's Japan Celebrates New best. (fie- Su/ui. Jo fhuuL LAST LOVER BEGINNING NEXT ISSUE Year's Fourteen Days A t least 14 days are needed in j Japan to celebrate the com ing of ! the new ye a r. D u rin g the fe stiva l j streets are made liv e ly by s tilt w a lkin g , top-spinning o r ba ll-p la yin g . W hile the youths are enjoying the outdoor sports, the older people w rite New Y e a r's poems o r p la y games. A fte r tw o weeks o f re v e lry the b u rn in g o f decorations end the celebration. I • R| b ’r ® f n ' G° y fo r Rently warm ing, soothing, speedy re lie f from cold discom fort! Ben-Gay contains up to 2>/2 tim es more o f those famous pain-relieving ingredients known to every d o c to r-m e th y l salicylate and m en tho l—than five other w id e ly offered rub-ins In sist on genuine Ben Gay, the o riginal Baume Analgesique. I t acts fast! U m fo r P ain d e e t o RHEUMATISM, MUSCLE ACHE, and STRAWS. Ask fo r Mild Ben-Cay fo r Children. ty/M ... ♦ & 4