WTCPFOTCD MAIL TRIBUNE, MTCPFORD, OREGON, TUESDAY, 11AY 2, 1933.
PAGE SIX
TfieWInile Cockatoo
BYMOH813: But Tally. Jim Sufi
dean and tht Detective vavid Lorn
have gone thoroughly into the
tragedy- They believe that the mur
der of the ttueoian in the corridor
of their hotel, the five ehote fired at
Bundean in the court, and iWi
abduction all relate to an attempt
to eecure the token by meant of
which Bue toilt claim her ehare at
her tather't eetate. But none know
hoto. Lorn and But at latt leave
Bundean drov)4lna in hit room.
The tound of a movement clote by
leokent him.
Chapter IS
THB SILENT PRIE8T
I OOf dp on my elbow and peered
toward the door, and Anally rose
llently and went to 1L The table
which I had again placed before It
waa undisturbed.
"Mica," 1 told myselt "In the
walla. The place la full ot them,
probably." And went back to bed.
But not thla time to aleep. Among
ereral ether things I determined to
get a tew quiet worda with Marcel
)n the morning.
I should alao remember to ask
Lovachlem tor a key to my room.
After all, keys exlBted, and I myself
Intended to make no casual matter
of It
1 There was something decidedly
unpleasant about that deserted
wing and now that the wind had
gone down I particularly disliked
the way various creaks and amall
mysterious rustles cams to life.
With dawn I fell asleep again and
woke late to a gray and troublous
day.
When Marcel brought my coffee
and aome very hard rolls I began:
"Marcel, you know, of course,
that I'm in rather a bad fix about
this murder?"
, Oh, yes, he knew.
"Well, It develops that It Is of the
utmost Importance to both Miss
Tally and me to discover every
thing possible about the murder. I
myself am In some danger ot being
hanged for it or guillotined or
whatever they do and Miss Tally-"
"Miss Tally Is In danger, also,"
finished Marcel quickly, his eyea
napping. "Me, I know that."
"Well, then," I said slowly, "I
won't press yon. Marcel, but I want
yon to think It over. Miss Tally
says yon have been very kind to her
perhaps when you consider the
matter for a time you may er
recall something you've seen or
heard that will help us discover the
real murderer."
He nodded soberly.
"Ton know, then, that I didn't
to It?"
I had gone tod far.
"Monsieur Is not a criminal," aald
Maroel. "I cannot say more but I
will think. It Is possible perhaps.
Monsieur wov.Id llko his bath now?"
And after running the tub full of
almost lukewarm wator he left
abruptly. There was about his de
parture a suggestion of escape, and
I could only hope that his liking tor
Bue Tally would work In our favor.
I wanted to help Sua, ot course, but
at the same time there's no use
denying that I wanted quite as
much to help myself,
The hotel had been deserted
when I first came down In the morn
ing; only Puccl cocked a suspicious
ye toward me as I went through
the lobby. But when I returned
from my walk Madame Orethe waa
at the desk her eyes looked very
green and knowing, and she smiled
secretively as she spoke to me and
Mrs. Byng and the priest were sit
ting In the lounge. Mrs. Byng was
knitting furiously oq somo enor
mous garment.
TIB place was silent except tor
the priest's newspaper rustling
now and then and Mrs. Byng's
needles clicking, I looked up; the
skylight waa gray and the encircling
galleries were empty and bare and
the doors blank. It was not, to say
the least, a cheorful spot, and It
was rather appalling to think that
we'd all got to stay there until the
police gave ns permission to leave,
I sat down fairly near the priest.
I got out my cigarottes; Puccl
transferred his attention to the
watch on my wrist
"I'm sorry," I said, across the ob
vious barrier of the newspaper.
"But may I have a match?"
Mrs. Byng's needles clicked, and
he gave me a sharp look, and her
.equine nose lifted a Uttlo as U It
miffed battle. The priest's newspa
per rustled reluctantly as he shifted
it to one hand. The flaming radl
knee ot his board came into view,
he reached for the box of matches
lying before him on the small ta
ble and passed It over to me.
"Thanks," I murmured, lit my
cigarette, and as ho Immersed him
self in the newspaper at once, I
persisted: "Yon speak English,
then?"
He gave me a morose look from
the edge ot the newspaper.
Belligerent nrazll State Quieted.
SAO PAULO, Brazil. (AP) The
State of Sao Paulo, which last sum
mer staged a three-months rebellion.
haa quieted down to such an extent
that two prisons bave been closed.
Post-war liberation of political pris
oners left the two Jails a 1 mart empty
and the police paroled the other In
by Mignon G. Eberharf
"Yes,' uu said flatly, and disap
peared again. Mrs. Byng's needles
clicked violently.
Traveling?" I remarked la a
touristy approach.
No." This time ha did not even
glance around the newspaper.
"English, are you?"
He looked at ma fully this time.
His face waa not old, but It was
lined; his eyes were a light yellow
gray, and around his month the
hairs ot his red beard grew thin,
and yon felt a sort ot distaste look
ing at It
"No," he aald aharply. "Trench."
He stared at me a moment and then
added: "It yon must know, I've
spent two years in America and I'm
here for my health. I also speak
French and Italian. And I can read
Latin."
I said blandly: "Funny place to
come to for your health. Have you
been here long?"
The newspaper quivered for a mo
ment, then his light eyes and flam
ing soft beard reappeared.
"If," he said coldly, "you want my
full history, go to the police.
They've Just acquired It, owing to
the very strange affair which ac
companied your arrival here. Then
was," he added, driving the point
further home, "no murder befors
you arrived." He continued to stars
coldly and blandly at me.
It was unfortunate that Puccl,
who had been exploring silently In
the vicinity of my pocket drew
forth at that moment a box ot
matches, laid it carefully upon my
knee, and uttered a triumphant
oluck. The priest looked at it and
Mrs. Byng looked at It, and the
cockatoo looked at It and preened
himself and clucked again happily.
nPHEl second cluck waa too much
for Father Robart, who himself
uttered a sound not too faintly re
sembling It shoved his paper to
gether with an angry motion, rose,
and stalked toward the lift The lit,
tie Iron gate banged, the two nar
row doors dipped together, and the
small lift looking not unlike a very
tall coffin, murmured dully and
started to crawl upward.
"Puccl," I aald softly, "some day
someone's going to wring your
neck."
Mrs. Byng sniffed again.
"If. there ever was a bird In league
with a devil. It is that one." She
eyed the bird with asperity, and
Puccl, eyeing her brightly, uttored
a kind of aquawky gurgle which
certainly suggested a hoarsely dla
bollo laugh.
Mrs. Byng's thick eyebrows flew
upward In a startled manner, and
the needles paused for just (in In
stant; then, recovering herself
nobly, she nodded to me in an "I-told-you-so"
way and resumed her
knitting. Puccl returned to the
matches quite as it sulphur had a
natural attraction tor him, and I
said to Mrs. Byng:
"I'm glad to see you've recovered
from the shock of the other night."
"I may look better," she said,
knitting rapidly. "But I still feel
the shock. I feel anything for a long
time, Mr. Sundean, and feel It deep
ly. I have temperament. I have tem
perament And I might say right
here I have good eyes, Mr. Sun
dean. And temperament."
"No doubt" I said warmly under
the compulsion ot her waiting gaze,
and Just then the gong for lunch
sounded.
The meal over, I returned to the
lounge and settled In a corner at
the tar end with ooffee and a ciga
rette and an old "Punch," hoping
either Sue or Lorn would find me
there. But Lorn slipped quietly ont
again and Sue had disappeared.
Gradually the faint clatter from
regions back ot the dining room
died away.
The day bad grown darker, and
the well ot the lounge, lighted only
by the gray and sullen skylight was
shadowy and dim and very silent
The whole place In fact had sunk
Into a kind ot sentient brooding
silence which reminded you that, be
yond those twisting dark corridors
and blank doors, there waa, the
same small circle that had been In
the hotel that wlnd-rldden night
when a man was murdered.
I felt nneasy and restless, and
was oddly rellovcd to hear quick
light footsteps cross the dining room
back ot me.
It was Marcel. He came closer to
me. His eyes darted quickly about
the lounge.
"I have decided myself. I will
toll you." he said then, soberly and
In a low voice. "It is at best only
three things that I know. One la
about the towols. And one Is about
Father Robart And the third one
may mean a llfo."
(Copyright, 1(11, Jflpnon O. abtrhart)
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