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pyHE EIGHT MTTOFORD MAIL TRTBTjyE. ftfEPFQRD. OREGON, STODXY, MAT 2"1, 1933. The While Cockatoo by Mignon C. EbtrharV BYN0P818: Three murder have centered around an attempt to cure the token by meane ot tohich Sue Tally must identity herself to her brother, whom ehe ha not teen elne childhood. The token repre sent her ehare ot her father1 tor tune. Fraud Tally, tuddenly ar rived, i refused permission by the police to take Sue to a eater place. Back in the hotel that i th scene of the crimes. Jim Sundcen him self only fust relieved of suspicion, learn from Sue that ne ha loet the token, finds that his tlonature on the hotel register i a toraery. Bundean goee upstair. Chapter 19 SCARLET SLIPPER LORN and Tally had drifted Into the chilly parlor again, and Sue had made some excuse about taking oil her coat and was alto coming up stairs. I did not wait tor her until I had passed beyond the gallery and Into the corridor and thus was be yond the range ot vision ot anyone on the first floor. When we reached the little niche In the corridor 1 stopped. There was no one in sight; we were visible from .only one or two doors, and they were closed; not even a police man was to be seen up and down the length of the shadowy deserted corridor. "Now then." I said, "tell me all about the token." "Bat I don't know," eald Sue In what was almost a wall. "It Is Just one. And I thought It was so safe." "When did you lose It!" "Sometime last night." , "Yon don't mean anyone got into your room during the night?" I was frightened. I had her by the arm, gripping it so hard that she winced. "Oh, no, nol The door was locked and bolted all night" "When, then?" I asked, only a lit tle relieved. "I don't know. I looked at It the token, you- know yesterday aboat noon. Last evening after dinner you told me the priest had been In my room, but the place where I where I had hidden the token" ... "Your slipper," I said grimly. "What?" "Ot course. One of your scarlet Uppers with the silver heels. It was probably In a hollow In the heel." , "But you hpw could you know that?" I hated taking' time, especially when it was so simple. ' "Oh, you wore them so much wore them that first night when you had been out to walk on the bridge would you wear scarlet evening Uppers with narrow high heels for a walk along cobblestones ' unless there was a reason?" I was Impa tient "But I didn't wear them. In the daytime," she protested. , "Naturally not" I said. "But there wasn't so much danger then I or you probably thought there was sot Or perhaps you removed It during tbi daytime. Or perhaps It was very well hidden. Oo on when did you discover It had been stolen ?" She looked at me a moment be fore she said: "It was well hidden. I felt safe about It when I glanced at It (It was In the heel ot the right Upper) It showed no signs ot be ing tampered with. I thought I could have told at once It It had been removed. "Bo I eald the priest had taken nothing from my room. I only dis covered it late last night I felt I must be sure, of course and I opened the heel and the token was gone." WHAT did you do?" " "Nothing. There was noth ing I could do then. Everyone had gone to bed; I I was afraid to venture out Into the black corri dors." ' Bhe shivered, and 1 said quickly, taking a long breath at the thought ot what might have hap pened had she done sot "That was right" - I felt rather as It I had walked without knowing It to the very edge ot a proclplce and only looked down at the last step. Suppose she'd gone out into the corridors murder haunted black "That was right!" I repeated In adequately. Then that feeling of urgency, that there was not much time, nudged me, and I went on: "But you should have told ns at once this morning." She hesitated, looking at me with teady but troubled eyes. "But I couldn't tell Lorn." "Couldn't oh oh, I see. After all, he's In the employ of your broth er. And your brother's Interests would come first with him." "Exactly," eald Sue. "And I couldn't search the priest's room this morning myself. I was still, somehow ' she paused, and her breath caught a little as she admit ted "afraid afraid you had warned me too well. But I was Just going to tell you. In the White Sa lon, you know when " She stopped completely there. So that was why the priest was murdered. Ha had had the token, and someone knew he had It and murdered him. A small Incident In the lust tor that waiting gold. This left three possibilities that is, it we granted that the priest had stolen the token, and I thought I was safe in doing that first, the murderer had taken it from the priest and it was in his possession. Second, It bad been on the body of the priest, and the police nov had It: this I thought was highly im probable, as the murderer had had hours after the priest's death to search the body unobserved. Par enthetically I thought of the hide ously uneasy night I had passed try ing to sleep In that death-haunted wing. The third possibility was that the priest had hidden the token suc cessfully or had passed it Imme diately to a possible accomplice; this last was, also unlikely. 'Do you want to tell me what It Is?" I asked rather diffidently. "You mean you want to try to find It again for me?" She considered this gravely. IN ROBBERY PLOT NEW YORK, May 20. ) An agreement to split three ways a S200,- 000 Bequest in the questioned will of the slain Edward A. Ridley was re lated to police today by one of two accountants charged with an alleged conspiracy to rob the aged and ec centric millionaire. The bequest was made to Lee Welnstcin, the secretary whose body wu found alongside Ridley's In the letter's subcellar office lust week. Police said both the accountants un der arrest, George Goodman and Ar thur J. Hoffmann, have confessed they conspired with Welnsteln to rob Ridley ol S210.O0O. Telling of a further conspiracy by wbtch Ridley signed a will without knowing It, Hoffmann said Weln steln was to give himself and Good man one fourth "of what he could get out of toe will." E TO HEAD BAPTISTS EUGENE, May 30. JP) The Rev. Bryant Wilson ot Eugene was elected president ot the Oregon Baptist state convention, and Portland was select ed s the 1034 convention city, at the concluding session of the annual meeting here. More than 300 persons attended the Eugene meeting. Other state ollioers are Charles Roth of The Dalles, vice president; the Rev. 0. 8. Tunnell of Portland, recording secretary; J. E. Thomas of Portland, historical secretary, and W. O. Sims of Portland, treasurer. The board invited Dr. Francis W. Starring of Phoenix. Aria, to suoceed Dr. O. O. Wright of Portland as eecu tlve secretary. Dr. Wright retired yes tenlay after 21 years service. Mrs. M. E. Russell and Mrs. Mary E. Luckcuck. S. T. Magnetic Healers and Scientific Massage, are now lo cated at 305 East Jackson. S'MATTER POP 'IT'S rather dangerous a edge," she said at last knowl "And I must be able to tell Francis that I have kept It a complete secret That of course, Is the pressing thing. I didn't Intend to ask you to find It for me. I think that's rather a hopeless task now. "And besides I I have already placed you In too much danger. The thing I wanted to talk to you about Is what to do now, What to tell Francis. Oh, it's It's so dreadful ly Ironical. If he'd only got here one day sooner. He's waiting now, I suppose. He hinted that when we returned from interviewing tho po lice we would go Into what he called the r'f or mall ties.' He means, of course, the token." It was true that that was the urgent and Immediate thing. How to meet Francis' Inquiries at that moment To tell him lamely that the thing bad been stolen but that we were searching for It would be to convince Francis once and for all that Sue was only another Impostor. "You'll have to bluff your brother. Get the papers from Lovschlem; make him hand them over; give those to your brother to digest Then refuse to show your own token until he shows you his I gather they are identical? The chances are he will be reluctant to show his. He'll be afraid It Is a trap. However, you'U hold out; you'll say you also are afraid of a trap or rather you'll Indicate It tactfully. Don't hesitate tor an Instant Be firm and cool and sure of yourself." "Yes, I can do that" said Sue, And It was true; she could no one better. "But suppose suppose he be lieves me suppose he Is ready to match his token with mine. Sup pose," she said with a ghost of a smile which did not lighten the tense look In her eyes and the taut line around her mouth, "suppose he calls my bluff." "He won't" I said with more con fidence than I felt "He'll want to think about It awhile talk It over with Lorn. And In the meantime perhaps" Her eyes quickened, and she grasped at the hint that I had not intended to eonvey. "Do you mean" she whispered "that you that perhaps that you know something are on the trail of" "No, no," I said at once. "I've only a faint notion. Don't bank on it. Don't hope for anything. I mean It. I'm counting on Lorn and Lorn only. Unless the Paris detectives get hore had not convinced her. I could see by the eager, questioning look In her eyes that It had not I fell vaguely embarrassed, for I pretend ed to no ability as a detective. Still, two and two make four, by whomever added. It was the nncer talnty ot the digits that troubled mr fCopirtjnr. Hit. Ulenon 0. 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