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PAGE SIX MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUTE, MEDFOKL). OREGON, MONDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1934. f8: Y By VICTOR BRIDGES SYNOPSIS: Nlcholat Trench hat been to call on Sir William Avon, and each hat told the other u-hat he knowt of the myaterioue ditmvpearance of a formula worth milllone, which hae been stolen from itolly O'Brien. Now Uolly and Jerry are making plans to re pain the paper; Nick hae been amaeed to find that the man named Rtellman who threatened him with death if he did not hand over the formula ie known to Sir William Jivon a "Peter Ortoff." Chapter 24 EAVESDROPPER J MIRY sat up and stared at me approvingly. "You're done very veil, Nick. 1 don't often par you compliments, but . . . "Walt a moment," I Interjected. ,"You haven't beard the most to portant part yet." As briefly as 1 could 1 went on to describe our encounter with Mr. Pe ter OrlofT and my staggering dis covery wltb regard to his Identity. "You may tblnk I'm quite mad,' i finished, "but I never felt more cer jtaln of anything In my lite. I'd rec lognlze the brute's voice anywhere. He's Stellman right enough you can take my word tor It and now perhaps you'll suggest what we're i going to do about It." , It was Molly who was the first to j speak. "I know what I'm going to 'do," she said. "I'm going straight !to the Cathedral and I'm going to .light a candle to Saint Anthony, I prayed to him specially last nlgbt, and you see he's beginning to help us already." "And a Jolly useful bit ot work. too." Jerry turned to me. "Wby didn't you tell Avon?" "I really don't know," I admitted. "Partly, 1 tblnk, because It all hap pened so suddenly, and partly be cause be seemed to be under the Impression that we were a couple of well-meaning mutts. I don't Ilka being despised jven by a million aire." "It gives us a freer band, any how," .Terry observed wltb a consid erable rellsb. "Wo know something about the bllgbter tbat no one else does except Dmitri." He paused. "1 wonder whether be bas any Idea that you spotted him?" "I don't think so," I said. "I'm not ven sure that he noticed me. I slipped Into the car directly I beard his voice." "It's a pity we're not certain. If be did, and It what Avon told you about blm la right, things look like beng a bit noetic. These Russian lads don't stick at much. They've pots ot money and a devilish big or ganization, and I' be thought there was the smallest chance ot our giv ing him away to the police 1 rather tancy thot Mr. Peter Orloff might bo Inclined to turn nasty." "He wouldn't hove far to turn," 1 1 observed. "It's Molly I'm thinking about, Aa J tor as you and I . . ." "Look berel" Molly straightened i herself Indignantly. "You've Just got to drop that nonsense or the whole thing's off. I'm not standing for any of the snoet sheltered girl business. We're all In this together, and It there's going to be trouble I'm ready to take my share of It." "You mustn't be angry with blm," I said. "It's natural tor a baronet to be a bit old-fashioned." "Sorry!" Jerry made her an apol ogetlo bow. "Your fault, you know, for being so beautiful. If anyone went and stuck a knife Into you It would sour the whole of my future life." MOLLY laughed. "I should be an noyed, too." She leaned across to the writing-table and helped her self to a clgareL "What's your i Idea?" she demanded. "1 can lee J you've got aome scheme or you ' wouldn't be worrying about me." "It's more thsn a scheme," re turned Jerry, "It's an absolute brain 1 wave. We want to find out all we i possibly can about Osborne, and, aa . Nick says, the first chap we've got ' to see Is this farmer at Hambrldge. Now you can bet your boota tbat Orloff doesn't mean to let us out of bis sight. He'll bave aomeone shad owing us all the time, and It we try to go down thore by road or train we shall simply be giving away the whole show." "That's true enough," I admitted. "Still . . ." "Half a second!" Ha shot out a long arm and caught me by the sleeve. "Why shouldn't we go round In the Seagull? She's lying down at Leigh, and It'a only a question of running over her gear and shoving a tew stores on board. I could havt her ready tor sea Ir.slde twenty-four hours." I slapped my knee with a resound ing bang. "Dy Jove, you've hit It!" I exclaimed. "What's the Seagull!" Inquired Molly. IT' 1 u "She's an old tub belonging to Jerry," I explained; "a little eight ton cutter Just big enough tor three of us." "You see the notion?" resumed her owner with enthusiasm. "If we go round by water wo shall have them completely flummoxed. Be sides, It will settle all the difficulty ot keeping you out of danger. If they don't know wbere you are they can't very well cut your throat." "Would you mind roughing It a bit, Molly?" I asked. "It won't be as comfortable as the Mauretanla, you know." "Don't be stupid, Nick," she re turned. "What do I care about com fort? Why, I'd go anywhere In the world wltb you two." "I suppose you know this creek or whatever It Is, Jerry?" I said. "Judging by Avon's description It sounds a pretty awkward place to get at" "Oh, I know It right enough. I've been In there twice. It's a sort ot shallow estuary, half -way up the coast between Shoeburyness as the Crouch. No one puts In there as a rule because there's nothing to go tor. Apart from that, there's a beast of a sand bar right across the entrance that you can only get over at high water. The first time 1 was there 1 stuck on it tor eight hours and nearly drowned myself." "Well, now you've had a re hearsal," J observed, "I hope you'll be less clumsy." "When can we start?" Inquired Molly. "I'd Ilka to get away as soon aa we can." "IT'S no use until the keys turn FORBIDDEN TIBET 'Europe's Mystery Woman.' Alexandra David-Neel, Ex plores and Writes of F2r and Little Known Lands By MARY KNKiHT I'nltcrt ITpb Wtitfr Correspondent.- PARIS (UP) Europe'! "Mystery Woman la being discovered. She Is Alexandra David-Neel, born here but of Viking ancestry, which has made her such an Illusive creature that no one has been able to pin her down Mnttl now. Madame David-Neel Is mysterious, not because she la unknown, but be cause she Is very well-known In literary and geographic circles, but has seldom been seen In th flesh. Pew pictures of her have been pub lished and her own life Is a com olete enigma. ? In an Interview with the United Press, however, Madame David-Neel upoke with a, frankness and sin cerity which characterizes her work. She Is the only woman who has crossed the forbidden territory of Lfaana In Tibet, and for JL years she lived amongst the native? of that little known country, learned toeak their language and to lnterprcthelr many legends hitherto never recorded In any written tongue. "It la not mystery that I have always sought," she confided, "but only to be completely unknown my self, that my work could be carried on without Interruption; that I could come and go and no one would know ho I was; and th, a also my writing and the authentl Ity of my exploration could be Judged wltK more fairness and Interest. ' Last Year's Work. Last year Madame David - Necl's "The Geaar of Lin?." the Iliad of the Orient, and "Magic and' Mystery 1q Tibet" were published In English by Claude Kendall of New York. For her "Journey to Lhasa" and "Meetings on Far Off Tracks." she has Just been Awarded a medal by the French Geographical society. The medal was presented to her by the president of the French republic, Al bert Lebrun, at a banquet assembl ing 300 guests, among whom were Marshal Franchct d'Esperay who has Just become ft member of the French academy. Madame- David-Neel has been spend ing the summer at her villa In the hills of the Riviera near Dlgne a villa' incidentally which is a copy ol the private apartment of a Tibetan Lama of rank. With her, either In her travels or while she la resting and writing, are her adopted son, the Lama A. Yongden, and Miss Vio let Sidney, her English translater. Mtfc&ed America. Althoun sne has Journeyed over practically every Inch of the Old World. Madame David-Neel never has been to America. "Perhaps I am afraid I do not speak English fluently enough." she said. "But I am counting on that Journey sometime. In some ways. I feel that America s as little known as Tibet. Money Is the main thing that the world has asked from America and Americans, but 1 am convinced that there Is a great deal , more than money yet to come out ) of America. In Europe, many people j think of America as the country of i nightclubs, cocktails and gangsters. , especially kidnapers now, and while j those things do exist there, they are only the scum on the surface or ft deep pool. Americans are energetic and right-minded people. They have conquered their country by physical and mental strength." Madame David-Neel expects to re turn to China In the spring. She travels with almost no baggage and always sleeps on a collapsible desert cot even when in fashionable hotels In Paris. "I'm used to It." she says, "and there Is no use In tempting myself to get soft." DESSERT By GLUYAS WILLIAMS" GWfiS , v 15 DlNlKS AT COUSIN HAWj. SUPPOSES HE'O. HAVE To TAKE SOME EBSER-f TO BE POLITE BUT DfcFSNTSLE H&W HE CWJ EAfANV MORE ASXS HER foSWE HIM OUS A LITTLE, P1EASE, WHEN SHE SERVES HIM. RECEIVES ONE OF HER USUAL. SUPER -AMPLE HELPIK6S TAKES A BITE OR1W0, PRE fNDlW6 fo EHJCN tf 9 EN6R6ES COOSIN ALBER1 !tf 'POUTlCAL AR&OMEHT ,1b COVER fHE fACf -THAT HE'S NOT EA1W6 COUSIN HAffiE SPOTS HIM AND DE CLARES HE D0SN' LIKE THE DESSERf AMD HER FEEUN6S ARE HUtf BECAUSE SHE MADE If HERSELF HAS1UY RESUMES EKfiNfi L J WlTu iSCF&T PfflMJ-f riWIAUM. ' IT AMD ASSURES HER tf'S THE BE$ DESSERT HE EVER TASTED COOSIH WATflE HAS HI5 PLATE PftSSED UP FOR SOME MORE (Copyright, 1934, by Th Btll 8yndlct, lac) S 'MATTER POP Bv C M Payna probably send them along tonight; he's got my address. TII run down tomorrow anyway," said Jerry. '.'She'll want a certain amount of overhauling, so as likely as not I'll sleep on board, and come back and fetch you In the car next morning.'. Ha Jumped up, his face all alight at the prospect of getting back to bis beloveo bobby. "We must have a drink on the strength of this," he continued. "I don't knn? whether Molly ..." He stopped abruptly In the middle of the sentence, and looking up, I saw him standing tense and motion less staring over our heads In the ulrectluQ Of tua Bureau. "What on earth . . , T" 1 began. "'Shl'V With the swiftness and silence of a panther he gilded forward across the room. Molly and I sprang to our feet, and the next moment, to my utter amazement, a atruggllng and protesting figure was being hauled In unceremoniously tbrougb the open door. Dumbfounded as 1 was, 1 recognised the man Instantly. It was the waiter from downstairs who had brought us our whisky. What do you think you're do ing." Jorry thrust his captive back against tbe wariirobe, and stood re garding him wltb baloful eyes. The fellow put up a shaking band to his throat. 1 do not understand. 1 was doing nothing. 1 . . ." Don't lie to me. You were sneak ing about outside, trying to listen to what we were saying." The other made an obvious effort to pull himself together. "You bsve no right to say that," be stammered. "It Is not true." Yes It Is." retorted Jerry vicious ly. "And. what's more, you had the cheek to open the door." He ad vanced a step nearer. "I don't know who you are or where you come from, but I've a precious good mind to smash your face In." It waa at this point that I ven tured to Interrupt. "Steady on for a moment," I suggested. "Let's hear what he's got to say." "It Is all a mistake, sir." Our vis itor turned to me with a kind ot tremulous eagerness. "When I got downstairs Just now 1 find that I have lost a ten-shilling note. I say to myself perhaps I have dropped It In the passage. 1 came up here again to see If I could find It." "How sbout tbe door?" I Inquired. "Did that open itself?" Ha made a gesture wltb his hands. "I suppose 1 did not shut It properly when I went out, I thought It wss closed yes but perhsps I was mistaken." "Perhaps you were," I said po litely. "What's your name?" demanded Jerry. The man, who was evidently be ginning to recover hit nerve, turned to him half defiantly. "Kllner," he replied. "Jacob Kit ner." (Copyrlcht. It!). Venn ruHUMnj Co.) Tomorrow, tht "SyndleaU" finds a Job tor Jimmy Fox. I AAIJt - (Spl nvnipt and of. ficlal r-fcordlim of birth is a child a first rlpht as an Amencm." Govern r Meier (mid today, urfltmt that all p ents fill out and wnd in the carilj which are belr supplied them by the census bureau in cooperation with the Oregon atste buird of hea.th and the Hate emetyom-i relief a J niiulstratlon. "In reality." eontlnutrt tlie g -ernor. "a birth certificate is an in fant's cltlrenship pap-:s Moreovir, official f:rth records are becoming in. crrmmsjly nerewisry as demands fo prtjjuX ol a -aud niUounHj; gtow. A properly recorded birth wrtiflcnts J proves sue. inherltabt'Cy and ms'y, amon other thls." In wu'h family all births oevurrli.fi during the IrH 13 mouths are to be reported on the card. Illlh Students !He CANONtfBURO. Pa.. Tee. 34. Four hlh school students, comlnjt home from a school Ch-itmss dan t. were killed early today aa their auto mobile was struck by a Pennsylvania paMCUK'er train at a downtown croM inn A lra killing SAN AUOV'SriNR. Tvm. Dec. 34 (API Two men were killed and an other was wounded, probably fatally, late today In a shoot lug in the W. H Thorn tore. A fourth man was wounded badly. Radios old. or lios new. they w.-rl then rX a iwn ne tiet throur. lgtyi 3)iwA, ( UrftT, ssS -ATjou-r r wos.vje.iae. Too. . I OM- CoS j ' ' " "" ' Ji ll jV (Cpyright,"iB34, by Th Bell Syndlcsts, Inc.) TAILSPIN TOMMY An Interruption! , By Hal Forrest T-etvOU MADE A MISTAKE, ''M fQW o'rfoT tlW "SZEffl 'T THIS DOS, eCASgA.Tj-TWtCe stop.' --stop.' WJ SS&w WW sBtSuse Wnw R-ra.6A, vou uove.-5- oisarwiD vou-euT l J iYKSXVSlf- IT TK!?, StS&Sr. ft"10p5 Af&m that is uwy vou X spare voue life tor. Wr?1&WrJL liSl RETKiEve MY SWOCD" M. a . j 'Vf, IW lifi M f I I JtwM PREVENTED FROM fYsENOR-VTA INEZ. 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