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PJGE six JfTCDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, IfEDFORD, OREGON, WEDNESDAY, MAY 3, 1933. TfacWIiiic Cockatoo fi. F.terfiari -j -s - SYNOPSIS: But Tally. Jim Sun dean and tht deottctlvt David Lorn havt decided that the murder of the ttuetian. the attempt on tiun dean't lite, and the attempted ab Auction of Sue all are part of a plot to eecure the token by meant of which But muet prove title to her thart of her tathtr't milliont. But they are unable to And a -clue to the identity of tht murderer. Uaroe. porter in tht little Frenoh hotel which it tht tcene of tht tragedy, tuddenly volunteert to tell Bundtan what ht know. . r-piRST," Marcel said he would not be hurried, end I thought he had rehearsed the whole telling of bis tale, and hit bright eyes were iparkllng "first, the towels. "There were used towels In an unused room the morning after the murder. There was also a round" be described it with his lively little hands "hollow on the eiderdown as If someone had sat there (or a mo ment. I ask you who was that?" 1 started to speak and checked my. elt for fear he would stop If I In tempted. "Then." he held up two fingers. "Second. Father Robart was not sick daring the night I was not with him. I slept. Walt you will ask why I permit the police to think I was with him. But what would you? "He, a holy father, to ask such a small favor of me and me refuse. Never! And for the police " He shrugged his shoulders In a man' ner which left little doubt as to the opinion he held of the police. "Then, third " He paused and then went on slowly: "It lj of Miss Tally, and you will know what to do. There is danger. Danger of the gravest." Afterward It seemed to me I had been faintly conscious of some sort of murmuring sound, but I actually heard only the words coming from the little porter's mouth. "Third," he said, "I saw that night " And thon it happened, Though I didn't know at once what had happened. I ws only con clous ot a sharply spitting sound and a smell, and of Marcel's face, which sagged and was surprised and held wide black eyes and an Dpen mouth. Both his hands went to his back, and he tried to speak, and moaned and fell forward gainst me. I caught him. He'd been shot There was no one in the lounge no one on the galleries, no one any where. , . 1 eased him downward onto a chair; and then I knew that the murmur was the elevator. The shot had come from there, and the ele vator was crawling upward toward the first gallery. I stopped backward until I could lee the entrance from the elevator to the first gallery, and the en trance to the second gallery. The thing crawled upward. The age was dark. The two little doors. blank. It neared the first gallery. Would It stop there or go on? The elevator slowly came to a top. There was for a moment noth ing but silence: then the doors trembled. , The narrow black space between them widened almost Impercep tibly. Curiously, I heard the shot and (elt the hot sting in my shoulder before I saw the muzzle ot the re volver. Then things happened all at once. SAW the short note of a revolver poking out from behind one of the little doors, I was conscious of a furiously sharp pale in my shoul der somewhere, I was dodging In attnctlvely, and there was the sound of another Bhot The door to the lobby was Just behlna me, and I bad leaped to shelter behind the wall and, using the key board for a shield, was peering around It, de termined to see who was in the ele vator. I saw the gleam of the revolver bring through the air downward, bnt not the arm that had thrown It. It fell with a clattor on the floor of the lounge, and at the very Instant that I was leaning forward, sure Dow of seeing the murdorer, some one selted me from behind; I strug gled, twisting, straining my eyes to ward the doora ot the elevator. But I was Jerked aside. Thore wore two policemen hang ing to my arms and my waist and the more furiously I straggled and tried to make them understand that the murderer was in the elevator and that he was even now escaping, the more energetically they pulled me away from where I could see. My shoulder hurt like hell, I was cursing with rage and pain and baffled fury, another policeman was running into the lobby from out side, and a woman was screaming from somewhere in the well of the lounge. It was the screaming that drew one ot the policemen Into the lounge; at his shout the two hold ing me dragged me after them to the door again and then Into the lounge, Mrs. Byng, hanging over the gallery rail, stopped scream ing to stare, and then suddenly peo ple were coming. Lovschlem and Orethe and little Sue with her face like chalk were running along the gallery and down the stairs and Into the floor ot the lounge. All at once the lounge was crowded. Even the priest ha ' turned up, panting, his red beard agitated, and Lorn, breathless, was hurrying through the lobby and waa at my side, and the little maid, Marianne, was kneeling and sobbing, and the center of It all was the small whlte sproned figure sprawling in the frivolous wicker chair. In all the commotion and hubbub and torrents of French and Mari anne's sobs. It was Lorn who re mained fairly cool, and I'm sure It was Lorn who kept them from drag ging me Immediately to Jail. I don't know what he said, though I guessed, from the way he pointed at my shoulder, and the blood that was soaking my coat and the lack of powder burns. One of the policemen had picked np the gun and was holding it gin gerly by the tips ot his fingers when Lorn suddenly turned toward me. "Have you touched the gun?" be barked sharply. He was, under fire, like another' man, Quick, sharp, de cisive, his eyes no longer dull, "No." That much I was sure of. "Whoever was in the elevator threw it on the floor." "In the elevator? What do you mean? Tell -the quickly." TOLD him quickly, and one ot the nollcemen ran unatatra in the elevator. The two remaining still held me tightly, as it that were the only thing they understood must be done. And Just then Sue perceived my wounded' shoulder fahe'd bean stooping over Marianne, and there were tears on her white face when she turned). She came swiftly to me and put her hands on mv arms and said something quickly to the pouce ana i thought pleadingly. But they would not relinquish their hold. I was beeinnlne- hv that. timn in feel a little giddy and sick. Lorn said: "Leave it to ma. I mnv hA ahla in get you oft. Your fingerprints can't be on the revolver, and them nra nn powder burns so you couldn't have done it yourself. Your being wound ed may help." It must have been only a few mo ments before mora nrtltnaniAn m rived, and all at ones policemen were searchlns: the hotel, and I waa being questioned at length. It developed there were nn flna-A. prints to be found on the revnlvar at all. Thus it argued that the mur deror had worn gloves. It was at this nolnt that I and mv nlntha and the lobby and the lounge and nnauy even the elevator were thnr. ougbly searched for gloves, and to my great relief no glovea were found. They seemed to be talking of tt heatedly when the doctnr trrlvnA He examined the little huddle on tne chair first and verv awirtlv- nr. dered Marianne to a chair in the corner, where she sat sobbing help lessly while the slendor body of the little Dorter was carried lufrav Then at Sue's request he turned his attention toward me. Sue helDed him: I rnmemhar tha sot look about her white face and the darkness ot her eyes and the Arm touch ot her fingers. I think she was relieved at the rlnctnr'a mitt. tered comments; and I'm sure I tolt bettor when she said that the doc tor had said it would be painful and 1 had lost a lot Ot blond hut that there was no reason why it should not heal perfectly. 'What have that daMarl in Anf I asked her, glancing toward the pouce. "I dont know." aba aaM "Vnn see the police ran to the door of me lODoy ana caught yon apparent ly escaping. They both launched themselves at you." 'And kept me from dlscnverlnr the murderer," I said bitterly. The police were comlni tnwarit me again. I said rapidly: Sue, yon must take nn ehnnraa Marcel was telllnr me that vnu ar In danger, when he was shot" Before she conld anaaV- thav were questioning me again. (Oopyrlyht. tt)S. Uiontm O. Sberhart) What turn will 1hl fantaitla tragedy- taka Monday New Port Orford Station Started MARSHFIELD, Ore., May 8. (AP) -Work waa under way today on the new coast guard station at Port Or ford, a project which will Involve an expenditure ot about 940.000. The station will Include a complete coast guard unit and Is Vie culmination of years of effort on the part of Port Orford people to Interest the federal government In the need of the de velopment. Phone 643. Wen ham away your refuse, City Sanitary Berrloe, I Two petitions In bankruptcy were filed against the L. A. Banks interests yesterday. The first is against Mr. Banks and his wife. Edith R. Banks, the hearing upon which la set for May 13. The eecond la against the Sun crest Orchards, Inc., and the hear ing will be May 17. Attorney Prank Defiouza represents the petlltoners In the case against Mr. and Mrs. Banks, and Attorneys Roberta and McAllister, those against the JSuncrest Orchards. Attorney A. O. Hough of Grants Pass represents the defendants in both cases. The hearings will determine wheth er or not Mr. and Mrs. Banks and the Suncreat Orchards, Inc., should be adjudicated involuntary bankruptcy. Don't extend credit to Mr. New Customer until you find out from the Southern Oregon Credit Bureau bow be paid the other fellows. IS Telegram was xrom Lewlston, received here today Idaho, reporting the death ot Ralph Turpln, 34, son ot Tom Turpln, formerly of this city, now of Bremerton, Wash. Young Turpln was killed In an auto wreck April 30. The Turplna are well known is tht city, where they made their home tor many years.. It waa Just two years ago that one of the boys was killed, when diving In a shallow stream. News of the death of the second boy came as a great shock today to rela tives and friends In southern Oregon. SEE ADMBNNE for your gradua tion dress. Organdie or net In pastol shades and white. Priced at 5.9J. $10.93, S16.95. Ea correctly corseted By ETHEtiWYN B HOFFMANN Sixth and Holly S'MATTER POP By C. M. 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