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MEDFORD ILiTL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD, OREGON, SUXDXY, AUGUST 13, 1933.
IIul. HIDDEN DOOR
BY FRANK L. PACKARD
SrSOPSlB: Colin Beuritt. writer
0 detective fiction. eitt in DermaOia
Tremblay'e launch, watching her
movement! with intereet, and rr
fiectmg. Ht hat come to Cap a
l'Orage. on tht north thort of the
' Gulf of 8t. Lawrence, to ttcavt the
Math. New Yorli Uller. end to de
liver a nlMn letter to one Jot
Laearre. Colin callt htmeclt Donald
Botcari. and though he llvte at
Jfcdnr" J Frenier'a hotel, he it much
with the Tremblay'e. Qermaine
thinke Laearre may be at a fishing
club nine mUm from Can a l'Orage,
Chapter 14
THE FOa
EVEN from upstairs In bit room at
th Hotel da Canada, owing to
anmorous stovepipe boles and the
thin sheathing between the rooms,
Colls could hear everything that was
going on In all parts of Madame
Frenier's establishment.
He could bear them talking down
In the general store, which also em
braced the poet office. Swapping gos
sip, asking for peas, or flour, or
whatever the need of the moment
might be but he bad never beard
anyone asking tor a letter for Joe
Lazarr. Discreet Inquiries hsd con
vinced him after three days that no
one in Cap a l'Orage either knew or
had heard of Joe Laiarre.
The club therefore was the only
remaining hope In this neighbor
hood. Dr. Tremblay had stated that
on the occasion when he bad visited
the ' club, ha had seen only hie
patient, a man named Gregg, and
Mr. Kannlston. He bad not heard the
nam of Lazarr mentioned; but
that really meant nothing. This had
been several weeks ago, just before
Dr. Tremblay had taken 111.
Colin drew deeply on his cigarette.
Falling the club, what was be to do?
Wander from place to place along
the coast? That bad been bis orig
inal Plan, but somehow now he did
not want to wander from Cap a
l'Orage. But Laiarre must be found.
It was not merely a matter of de
livering the letter In the Inside
pocket of his coat. It was what the
possibilities ot direct eontaot with
Lasarr mlgbt mean. Colin, did not
Ilk this assumed-nam business
he liked it less day by day, and hour
by boor. The urge grew to be Colin
Hewitt again, to resume his normal
life. And the Mask stood between!
Lasarr might well prove the "open
sesame."
He looked up.
;- She was laughing at blm.
"What a brown study!" she ex
claimed. "And, really, we're not go
. lng across the Quit to.Qaspe, you
know. You are steering very badly,
Ir!"
"So I am," be admitted as he set
the boat on Its course again. "I'm
orry."
"I'm not going to offer you the
proverbial penny," she said. "I'm go
ing to give you something else to
think about. Look over there! Out
beyond the end of the point that
we're beading for."
A thin, whit mist was creeping
la from seaward, but there did not
eem to be anything at all ominous
about It. He glanced overhead. It
was cloudy, ot course. But It had
been the first opportunity ot making
the trip to the club, and Qermaine
had certainly had no misgivings
about the weather for it was she, in
tact, who had proposed that they
should go this afternoon.
"You don't think It amounts to
anything, do you?" he asked.
She shook her head cheerfully.
"It's awfully hard to tell," she
answered. "You know what I told
you about fogs coming up around
' her with scarcely any warning at
all. And a fog, one ot our really, truly
fogs, I mean. Isn't nice."
fOLIN thought he had detected a
hint of uneasiness In her voice.
It disturbed him. He did not need
to be told that It would be an em
phatically unpleasant experience tor
her to be lost out her In a fog. It
would b far better to leave the Ques
tion ot Laaarre and the clhb until to
morrow or even the next day.
"So a really, truly fog isn't nice,
eh?" he grinned. "Well, then, let's
forget the club. I suggest that we
turn back.
"Suggestion overruled!" She was
very prim, regarding him sternly
laughter twitching at her Ups.
"But I only meant In case you
thought we were In for It," he ex-plained.
"I know." She nodded her head.
'And that's Just exactly tha point.
It we're In for a real fog, the very
last thing to do la to turn back
sow, for tha simple reason that we
wouldn't get back. We'd be blanket
ed In no time with all sense ot di
rection lost, and as likely to be
heading out into the Gulf or Into the
transatlantic steamer tracks as any
where else. Do you know what the
Bonaventure does In case ot fog?"
"No," Colin admitted. "I'm afraid
I don't"
I'll tell you, then. She anchors
and waits. The Gulf produces the
genuine article In fogs, and w yield
to no one, not even London, In that
respect"
"Quite! I see!" he agreed. "But
not being able to drop anchor in
deep water, and not being the Bona
venture, what do we do under aucb
circumstances? Wend our way
homeward by skirting the shore,
and "
"And almost certainly wrecking
our boat?" she interjected. "For the
coastline to be of any use as a guide,
don't you see bow close in we would
have to keep? And there are tides
here, and bait-covered rocks, and
shoals."
Well, then?" he challenged a
Uttle helplessly.
Well," she smiled at him, "we
go ashore befor It la too late and,
like the Bonaventnre and Captain
Ralnvllle, wait"
Colin touched bis cap.
"All right skipper!" be said
humbly. "What's the course?"
"No change," she said. "Straight
tor the point We're nearer there
than anywhere else now anyhow. It
will take ns about fifteen minutes.
and by that time we'll know. These
thin mists often disappear almost
as Quickly aa they come, and If that
proves to be the caa In this In
stance, we'll continue on around the
point and make tor the club Just as
we Intended to do. If It gets bad,
we'll land."
"Right!" Colin responded.
IT wasn't getting any better out
there to seaward. His eyes swept
the coastline In turn. They were a
longlsh way out Hla Hps tightened
a little. He did not Uke the way she
was speeding up the engine. '
Five minutes passed. A fleecy
patch of mist drifted across the bow
of the boat It was growing thick
out over the Gulf gray-white, eerie
looking. The point though they had
been approaching It rapidly, wai
less distinct
"I fancy we're In for It," Colin ob
served seriously. -
Yes," she said, "and for on ol
those real ones I was speaking about,
I'm afraid. We'll have to land."
The boat sped on. The shore line
began to los Its character to sea
ward, nothing but that gray-white
wall. It grew thicker still a pall
settling down remorselessly every
where around them. The point Itself,
their objective, while still visible,
was, close though they were to II
now, only a hasy outline.
Germalne throttled down the en
gine to half speed.
"You called me 'skipper a little
while ago, I believe?" she ques
tioned with mock austerity.
"Absolutely!" he affirmed.
"Very woll, then," she command
ed, "up for'ard with you! It's just
about low tide, so keep your eyes
open for partly covered rocks, and
also for a sandy spot to beach the
boat Let me know when you have
way enough on to make the shore."
'Aye, aye, sir I" he said heartily
and, making his way forward, took
up his allotted station In the bow.
It was Incredible, the opaqueness
ot this cursed tog and the sudden
ness with which it had descended
upon them I He strained his eyes
ahead. The boat's length seemed to
he about the limit ot visibility; but
that looked like a sandy stretch over
there a little to the left He eteered
tor It
"All right!" he called out "Shut
her off! Way enough!"
And then the boat struck struck
with an tmpact that caused ber to
quiver from bow to stern. One ot
those Infernal rocks, halt covered,
that Germain bad warned blm
about! However, It had only been
glancing blow. The boat slipped oft
now Into deep water again, and still
with some way on ber forged on
toward the beach.
"All right" he called out again.
"Just a bump! No harm done!"
There was no answer. No good
natured quip such aa he had ex
pected. He jerked his head around, look
ing over bis shoulder.
He could see the length of the
boat well enough th fog, dense as
It had become, did not preclude that
She was lying there motionless on
the bottom ot the boat beside thi
engine. '
(Copyright, lilt, Frank 1. Packard)
And inert le more fog, tomorrow.
Beagle
BEAOLE, Aug. 11, (Special) Boy
Scout and their scout master. Mr.
Lucas, spent July 80 swimming In
Evans creek at the old mill dam.
Over one hundred, relatives, friends
and neighbors gathered at the new
home of Mr. and Mrs. Boyles July
29 and enjoyed dancing. The music
was furnished by Mr. Brown and
Mrs. Richardson of Medford and Joe
6 pro use of this place. Refreshments
were served at midnight. There were
relatives from Portland and Medford
and friends from Sams Valley and
Table Rock present. All welcome
Mr. and Mrs. Boyles and family to
the neighborhood.
Freddy Stephens of Medford re
turned home after pending a week
visiting at the Nelson home.
Ray Blaine Is binding bis grain
this week.
Mr. and Mrs. Davli are aelllng
their stock and farm Implements as
they expect to return to California.
July SO, Mr. and Mrs. Marlon
Young and family of Willow Springs
and tha Sanderson family picnicked
on Rogue river at the Dodge bridge.
Charles Mulhollan and family and j
Mrs. Dennlson and baby daughter
were among those who attended the
barbecue Wednesday at Medford.
Del Norte Cream company was
making a canvass here the last of
the week.
Mr. Batter has been working at the
Dodge ianch the past few days put
ting up hay.
Milton and Lawrence Sanderson at
tended Sunday school and called on
friends In Reese Creek Sunday.
Scouts of Troop 14 and their mas
ter, E. B. Lucas, hiked to near Mor
rison creek on Evans creek and spent
Staurday night and Sunday In their
camp. They Improved the camp by
building tables and benches and en
joyed cooking their meals over ft
campflre, also swimming.
Xna Pearl Lucas spent the week
end at the 8eegmlller horns visiting
Claudia Stalling.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Sanderson
and daughter, Thelma, went to
Huckleberry mountain Sunday. They
found the berries would not be ripe
for two or three weeks. They re
turned via Derby and called on Mr,'
and Mrs. Ed Bdrld and Mrs. French,
FEW FRATERNITIES
SALCM. Or. (OT) Last winter,
responding to supposed public- pres
sure, th Oregon legislature passed
S'MATTER POP
By C. M. PAYNE
law providing tor registration ot
fraternal Insignia.
Th, registration gives organisations
protection similar to that afforded
by a trad, mark. Th secretary of
state's office, to handle the work,
prepared for hesvy business, purchas
ed an enormous 13.BO record book
Bo .far two Insignia have been
registered, with fees of 13.50 each.
Phone M3. We'll hsui away youi
refuse. City Sanitary Service.
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