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The Wtile Cockatoo
by ilignon C. Eberharti
srNOPSlBt Juntas Bundean
tharee a large hotel in Armene,
Southern France with a curioue
group of gueate, and a depleted
mtaff Be dietruete the manager,
Ziovechtem. and le Ut at eate with
all the othere excepting on Amer
ican girl named Tally. Suddenly
he it awakened from a dote ly
Afiee Tallje hyeterical plea to he
allowed to enter hie room. Be
calm her learne the hae put ee
maped an abductor who followed
her into the hotel. She will not
fermlt Bundean to give an alarm,
ut allotoe htm to go tor the key
; her room, which ehe hae left in
the hotel office. Bundean bide hie
friphtcned oueet to remain under
cover until he retume.
Chapter I
ORIPPINO HANDS
THE corridors were still dimly lit.
I glanced over the railing Into
the lounge aa I went past, but It was
a black well with a lightish strip
long the floor from the (alnt light
of the corridor back of me. I had no
trouble getting down the stairs, for
I could follow the railing, but when
I had once crossed the twilight of
the faintly lighted strip In the
lounge I was In complete darkness.
Thus It took me some time to fum
ble about In the blackness for the
electrlo light switches, and all the
time the wind was rattling and
shrieking In the court lust outside,
t couldn't And a match In my poo
kets, and although In hunting for
the light switch my fingers encoun-
It and Into the corridor, and then I
could see It In the light from my
own room.
It was a man. I did not know whs
he was. He was dead. I knew that at
once. And It was a very ugly death,
for he'd been stabbed. I remember
saying to myself: "Don't touch any
thing, this Is murder. Don't touch
anything."
Then I was In my room. No rat
was there: Sue was gone. I was
pressing the bell with my thumb, I
Anally released the button, noted
that my thumb had stained the
white button in a perfect and grue
some thumb mark, and hurried to
the bathroom, where I washed my
hands. And then I came back to the
bell and washed It, too, with a cor
ner of the towel, and rang again.
I was still pushing the bell and
wishing the dead man wonldnt
stare so, and In the same moment
cursing myself for being so shaken,
when I heard the door away down
at the beginning of the north cor
ridor open. I stepped out Into the
hall, avoiding a hand which bad
fallen slowly outward.
LoTschlem himself, fully dressed,
wavered out of the gloom.
HE! didn't ask ma anything for a
moment He Just fell on his fat
knees and stared at the dead man.
Lovschlem fell on his knees and stared.
Mred the keyboard, I couldn't, of
lourse, tell which key was nineteen,
' I don't know just how long It was
-several moments, at least when
I Anally encountered the switch.
Touching It threw the little lobby
Into a light that looked bright but
probably wasn't. And even after that
It took a moment or two to oonvlnce
myself that not one of the keys
hanging so trustingly on the board
on the wall bora the number nine
teen. t Anally snapped out the light
The switch was near the door Into
the courtyard, and I glanoed tbrongh
the glass. The court was still black
with Aylng shadows, but there was a
light It was from the door of my
own room. The door was open. The
Light streamed out
And at that very Instant a dark
figure flashed across the light, was
silhouetted for a fleeting moment
gainst It and was gone. 1 caught
only a glimpse of a dark figure, but
I was sure it was Sue Tally's.
The door of the lobby was locked,
but the key was In It, and I bad un
locked and opened the door and was
running across the courtyard. The
wind took the breath out of my
lungs, and my heart was pounding
by the time I had reached the little
winding stairway,
"VNE step more to the door. I could
v ee no one against the light
streaming from the still open door
Into my room.
I took the step. There was some
thing on the landing. I waa stum
bling. 1 was plunging down upon it
I was confused with it and couldn't
eitrlcate myself. .
My hands were pushing against
It and I was kneeling. I brought my
bands up and tried to set them
through the dim halt light They
were wet, and I could barely see that
they were darkly stained.
The next few momenta are not
very clear In my memory. I man
aged somehow to get the door open
and the limp thing dragged through
Then he felt for a pulse and touched
his face and leaned further ovor to
see If there was any breath at all In
that sprawled body. I stood watch
ing him. Finally he leaned back and
faced me. And It ever a man's face
showed stark livid terror It was
Lovschlom's at that moment
"Did you kill him?" Lovschlom
asked.
"My God, no."
He stared at me, dark eyes glitter
ing from the sagging livid mask that
waa his face.
"Then what happened? He didn't
kill himself."
"1 found him. There on the land
ing. I dragged him Into the corridor
and saw he was dead and rang."
He looked at me dlsbellevlngly.
Finally he lowered his eyes. He
roached out a band to the small or
namental bllt of the knife, drew hU
hand back as It It shrunk from
touching the wetness about It and
then stretched It out again. The jew
els winked evilly at me. 1 said:
"You'd bettor leave it alone, badnt
yon? It seems to be murder. And the
police won't want things touched."
Ills hand fell back, and his face,
turned up to me, looked faintly
green.
"The police. But the police I am
ruined. I am ruined! There's no
need to call the police. I can't have
gendarmes nosing about I" He
recalled that he was speaking alond
and to me and checked himself with
a quick sidelong look at me.
"It's murder," I said. "Tonll
have to call the police."
Ills narrowed gate measured me,
tried to plumb my own eyes. Finally
he said:
"I was thinking of the hotel. Any
thing like this is very bsd for the
place. Do you know the man?"
"I never saw him before."
"I don't know him either. I new
taw him boforo. He certainly had no
business In the hotel."
(Copyright, JJ1, If IptlOB a. Bberhart)
Bundean flndt Mmialf In unex
pected dangtr, Monday.
COMPETE FRIDAY
EUOENZ, April U-(AP) The
bwt high school bands In Oregon
will meet here Trldajr and Saturday
m the tenUi annual Oregon state
hlgli sttfiool band contest, to be held
l University of Oregon.
Jellenion high of Portland will de
fend the claa A trophy; Bllrerton.
clam B. and HIM Military Academy,
the clam o cip.
The content will be held at Mc Ar
thur Court. Other schools which will
be represented Include Balem, Med
ford. Eugene, La Orande, Klamath
Kails, Cirant of Portland. Albany, Cor
vallta. Marehfleld , Irrlgon. Oregon
City, West Lynn, Kstacaria, Beaver
ton, Seaside and St. Helena. Others
are expected to enter before Vie
Hsu are doaed.
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PHOENIX TO SEE
TMflPTAPlAY
PHOBTTIX, Apr. 13.-(fipl.)-Th plaT.
"AJ1 a Mlitalte." given by Talent P.-T.
A., at Talent, for the benefit of the
school, will be given at the Phoenix
grange hall Friday night, April 3 let.
This play met with great eucoesa
when given In Talent.
The cast lnoludea George Rich
mond, (a young army officer just
out of service, who brings hla bride
to the home of hla uncle) Everett
Boone: Nellie Richmond, (his hap
py bride who flnda hereelf positively
wretched), - Opal McLarnan; Nellie
Huntington, who tries to help the
newlyweds and finds herself In trou
ble), Gene Dixon Nell, (the Irish
maid who has her suspicions in re
gard to the lunatic asylum next door)
Vera Montgomery. Cornelia (Nellie)
skinner, (Romantic old maid look
ing for her Romeo,) Cordelia Boone;
Freddy Ltghthead, (finds It "deuced
awkward, ' doncheknow,) Fred More;
Capt. Ktnner, (a retired se& captain
who la "sot' In hi ways,) Clareoee
Holdrldge.
The pity waa directed by Harry
Lowe. The proceeds will be turned
over to the Phoenix grange treasury.
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Don't extend credit to Mr. New
Customer until you find out from
the Southern Oregon Credit Bureau
how he paid the other fellows.
CHURCH CLEANED BY
PHOENIX LADIES AID
PHOENIX, April U. (8pl.) -La-dlea'
Aid society met at the home of
Mra. M. P. Sheet, last Thursday for
an all day meeting, with covered dish
luncheon at noon. About 20 ladles at
tended. During the afternoon a busi
ness meeting waa presided over by
Mrs. J. W. Watklns. rifty of the aonsj
bookb of too church In which several
page, were loose, were glued together
again.
During the business meeting It waa
decided that all the ladles would meet v
at the church today and have a .gen-.
eral cleaning of the building.
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to Jones. Phone 789. . ,
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