PAGE SIX
MEDFOBD MXTL TRIBUTE, MEDFORD, OREGON, MONDAY, MAT 29, 1933.
The While Cockatoo
Chapter
WHO IS "FRANCI8"t
WHAT do you Go on."
" "Don't Interrupt me, please,"
aid Lorn crankllr. "It's Tery aim
pie. Ion aee, when Tally came to
eonault me he'd lust (lipped on a
wet atreet In trafflo and sot in
Tolred somehow with a tail cab and
flying glass. It wasn't serious, he
told me. but hit face waa heavily
bandaged. That was, of course,
fully six months ago. And not
aeen blm since."
"Where was that meeting?"
"In New York."
"Was he the same general build
as this man?"
"Of course," said Lorn Impatient
ly. "Do you think I haven't tried
every test? I'm willing :o admit
that be may have deliberately got
himself up to give me no definite
way of identifying blm again. But
whatever was the purpose, tbe fact
remains that I can't tell whether
this man Is Francis Tally or not."
"But this man recognized you.
Spoke first. Called you by name."
The scorn In Lorn's gaze made
Itself felt though he was still In
the shadow.
"Have yon failed to consider a
possible connection between the
LoTschlems and this man? Of
their Informing blm carefully of
everything they bave managed to
discover? In case of course he
is actually not Francis Tally?"
No" I said slowly. "No
rre not tailed to do that." Several
things returned to me. Orethe's
sudden activity after that period of
curlonsly patient, cat-like waiting;
the way she'd looked at the new
comer when he floundered; the way
his eyes bad sought hers there In
the lounge had it been for guid
ance? Briefly I told Lorn of the time
table Lovschlem bad tried to con
ceal; be too, be agreed, bad noted
tbe curious effect tbe man called
Francis Tally gave of looking to
Orethe for help.
"The thing to do," said Lorn, "as
I see it, is simply to sit tight until
the Paris detectives come. They'll
make an end to things in a hurry."
"But, Miss Tally" I said.
"We'll advise her to hang os to
her token, take no chances, and
wait for the detectives. In the mean
time" He paused, and then con
tinued; "I may as well tell you,
Sundean, that I think I know what
the motive power Is."
"Ton mean," I eried excitedly,
forcing him tor once to a definite
statement, "the murderer?".
"Don't ask me any more now. Sun
dean. And I must go. Tell Miss
Tally what I've told you, will you?"
We walked together to tbe stair
way. He went down, met Mrs. Byng
and Sue on the landing, crossed the
lounge and entered the lobby. At
the desk Lorn paused and spoke
to Lovschlem. Yet of oourse, that
did not mean that Lovschlem was,
after all, the murderer.
I TURNED to meet Sue and Mrs.
Byng.
"I suppose," Mrs. Byng was
shouting, "that we must eat din
ner in this den of perdition. But
don't worry darling." She moved
ahead of us In tbe narrow corridor,
walking with a strange stiffness and
lack ot freedom brought on proba
bly by her entangling garments.
Sue dropped back a little with
me, and under tbe continued boom
of Mrs. Byng's voice I asked to see
Francle'a letter again. "Envelope
and all," I said. "As soon as pos
sible." She nodded. "I'll get it."
Mrs. Byng, still talking, stopped
In her own room, closed the dow,
and I heard her lock It. I went Into
Sue's room with her and she handed
me the square white envelope. 1
took it and moved nnder the light
to look at the address more eloeely.
"That light is very dim," said
Sue. "Ill turn on this one over
the table."
She moved to tbe door; I heard It
olose and waited for the little click
of the light switch. It did not come.
I heard ber light footsteps be
hind me, and the bottom dropped
out ot the world.
"Put up your bands," she said
coldly and crisply.
I felt the cold pressure of a pistol
against my neck.
"I mean It," she repeated In a
hard voice I'd never heard before.
"Put up your bands."
It was impossible to obey. In
tact, and In aplte of that ominous
cold touch on my neck, I believe I
was too numb with shock to lift
my hands.
Then slowly I turned. The girl
backed away so that she still held
me In range ot that small pistol.
The girl was not Sue Tally or ra
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BBATTLE. May S. (OT) If mt
wtae to "tell a woman her ukelele
playing la trrlble" Henry Hartrlck.
to, said today.
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ther shu tUe girl 1 knew
as Sue Tally.
For when I said slowly: "Who
are you?" she replied:
"I am Sue Tally. I've told yon
twice to put up your hands. This
gun Is loaded, and I'm a good shot."
I stood there looking at ber. She
was ot the same general height and
bblld as Sue but lacked Sue's fine
ness ot wrist and ankle and deli
cacy ot proportion. She was talr,
too, and wore ber hair like Sue'a.
She was even dressed in a black
velvet coat, like Sue's. But she did
not resemble Sue in tbe least. A
general written description of
height, weight, and coloring might
have applied to them both, but
they were not at all alike.
. Then a horrified question crashed
upon me. Where was Sue? What
had happened? .Where bad she
gone?
"You don't want to shoot me," I
said. "It won't do you any good.
There are too many gendarmes In
the place for yon to escape."
"They are drlnkln.' In the kitch
en. Paul likes having them there."
She spoke a little contemptuously,
but ber bard eyes did not waver
from mine. "I am Sue Tally," she
reiterated, "and I want the paper
you took from the priest's room a
short time ago. Don't deny It, tor I
saw you. That paper belongs to me."
"CO yon are Sue Tally," 1 said
" thoughtfully. "I had suspected
your presence for some time. Can't
we sit down and talk this over more
amicably?"
She did not relax ber bold on the
pistol and eyed me Suspiciously. I
went on:
"Where bave tbey been keeping
you all this time? Hasn't It grown
a little tiresome, dodging the po
lice, biding bere and there?"
She bit her Hp. I thought sudden
ly that there was something at the
same time sbrewd and stupid about
her face.
She said: "It was easy enough.
All but those nights in the store
room. Come, give me tbe paper."
So it waa she in the storeroom;
I had not expected that, even though
I bad guessed that she was about
somewhere, waiting to carry out
her role in tbe conspiracy.
"In tbe storeroom," I repeated
sympathetically. "You poor girl. It
must have been most uncomforta
ble. The smoke from your cigar
ettes drifted up to me one night,"
"Ob, it wasn't difficult to stay out
of people's way. Anyway, at a dis
tance I look rather like this other
girl. I had this coat made like hers
on purpose. Of course, I've not been
In the botel all tbe time. I've been
staying at Paul's the cook's
house."
"Ob, so you've been staying at
Paul's." I thought the girl had
been bored and dull; she was prob
ably not averse to talking to some
one. Her hand did not waver with
the pistol, but she was looking
rather approvingly at me. "The
Lovschlem's haven't been treating
you very well, have they?"
It was a lucky thing to say.
"No." abe flashed. "They forget
how important I am to them"
She checked herself quickly, but It
was too late.
"I've seen you before, you know."
"When?" she said Incredulously.
"Looking from the third-story
window I suppose yon were
lodged there then the night ot the
first murder."
She bit her Up again, and to my
astonishment and intense discom
fort tears came welling up into her
too-large eyes. I should have pre
ferred her to remain bard and
shrewd.
"And Mrs. Byng saw you too
when you turned out the botol
lights. I suppose that was after Ma
dame Lovschlem had said yon must
hide from the police who were com
ing." She nodded without, I think, rea
lising what she was doing.
"They didn't tell me it would be
like this," she said sullenly, the
tears still hanging there In ber
eyes. "Tbey ought to have told me."
Possibly I ought to feel a decent
compunction for my not too diplo
matic behavior. But I didn't either
then or thereafter. I was, even, too
hurried for finesse. I said with aym
pathy: "You poor girt. They've
treated you very badly, havent
they?" And I looked at her with
crass admiration and murmured:
"So beautiful "
Her eyes stopped looking faintly
like oysters and strayed to tbe mir
ror. The second's wavering gave
me my chance I sprang toward
her.
fOopyrtfM, list, U((mcm O. XDsrAart;
The myalarloua Stravaky, to
morrow, takaa his propar plaoe In -the
tals.
Hartrlck did. But the woman, whose
name he refused to give, smashed the
Instrument over his head and Inflat
ed outa on his noae, ear and hands.
Don't throw away your old tires. Let
Mao. and Ted tlx them. S3 No. Front
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BY VETS' DAUGHTERS
Daughters of Union Veterans visit
ed the Medfoid cemeteries yesterday
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BRINGING UP FATHER By George McManus
now LiyreN,ouKe-rcjRa coin'to atea thi ajh; thi mut be him ou the WELL,,lR.JlCC,a,. I had oute 1 i I I . . . " y-?
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There's No Guesswork in Tribune A. B. C. Circulation
and placed flag on all the known
grave of veterans of the Civil war.
If any one knowing of an unmarked
Civil war veteran's grave In these
cemeteries wlU call Mrs. Walt. 819-L,
a flag will be placed upon It. All
daughters and granddaughters of vet
eran whether or not members of
the order, are asked to meet at the
city park Tuesday morning and
march with Elta D. Hubb Tent.
The "Scarlet Ace" Shows Up Again
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IHEDPDRD AUT01STS
BOOST LOW LICENSE
SALEM. Ore., May 39. (DP) Four
Medford residents were among the
By C. M. PAYNE
100 Oregon citizens getting the lowest
car license ' number for the July 1
December 81 period.
The one hundred lowest numbers
were decided by lot from the applica
tions on hand. The Medford men were
A. P. Flowers. 112 E. 12tb. Number
16; Frank F. Kiddle, route 1. box 489,
Number 59; C. U. Brewer. 1811 E.
Main, Number 63; and W. O. and
TRYING TO BE QUIET
WrW BUD BEMIS DEFEMO
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1508 Riverside,
geeks Mining Water
SALEM, Ore.. May 39. (UP) It. M.
Turner, Grants Pass, filed with the
state engineer for application of I &
second feet of water from Briar gulcn.
Rogue river tributary, for mining and
Irrigation of 8 acres In Jackson county.
Eleanor Rookard,
Number 90.
MOTHER CftllS T8R 6MD
NES SAKE WOT 1b SHOltf
SO MI)CH,THEtU BOTH
ER THE KEI6H80RS
CflllS AT TOP V0IC ra
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OUT IN SMAU. TRE "D
tfOP SH0UTIN6 SO
HE D0E5NT FOUoWS ARfeUMENTjBOIH MOTHER US WEARILY
WHY, IHtY I1U3 NT, SHOOTING AT ONCE,
THAT o ALL. NEIGHBORS HOW PIRATES CAN BE
OR SOMEfHI H6 F0U6l-rr ' WITHOUT VtLLIK6
(Copyright, 1933, by The Bell Syndicate, Inc.)
Gasoline Tragedy
PORTLAND, Ore.. May 27, )
Merle Gordon sturgeon, 18. Portland
high school student, died In a hos
pital here today from Injuries suf
fered when he was ourned, police wld
tbey were told, by the esploslon ox"
gasoline while he was filling the
cacuum tank of his automobile. A
member of the party, standing nearby,
lit a match. The explosion followed.
By GLUYAS WILLIAMS
BUD SHRIEKS HE GoUlEiffl
HEAR BECAUSE OF THE
PIRATES' CAMN0N FIRE.
RIPENS ORDER, LOWER
5 TO NBfcK M)ftt, bO ON
PLAYING ?IRATE5,TheY
MAKE MORE NOISE
TRY1N6 fo KEEP 5tfLL
By GLENN CiUPFINj
and HAL FOBUE8C
-THATS OUST WHAT
I'M SOIUS no Trvr
TO DO-YOU
folks so oack
TO THE CAMP AND
STAND GUARD
I'LL STAV HER.S
FOR. ANOTHER
HOUR.-IF I Find
ANY TRACE. OP
THE CARTER.
CHEST I
SIGNAL VDU
By EDWIN ALGER
By SOL HESS
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