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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."
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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.
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ficlal r-fcordlim of birth is a child a
first rlpht as an Amencm." Govern r
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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.
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fant's cltlrenship pap-:s Moreovir,
official f:rth records are becoming in.
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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.
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were killed early today aa their auto
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