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By CLUYAS WILLIAMS
STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX
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PAGE EIGHT
SYNOPSIS: A mvatriout shol
kith attractive Judt Blinshop on
a wild, stormy nloht at rarrlngton
Bluff, hom of Michael's aunt.
ucrvon marooned on thta Island
is suspect; Mike, who uu Jud
alone that nioM; the Skipper, hie
tall and tweedy younger aunt;
Aunt Martha, itout end prudish; '
Gay Palmer, Mike's red-headed
iweetheart: Hiooine, the elderly
butler; IV i I Item, the chauffeur;
Cook; Annie, the maid even ,
Mike'e closest friend. We believe
an ourtider, perhape a maniac,
ie looie in the houee. The dull
daum of the second day flnde us
nerve-taut and exhausted from
utile searching.
Chapter 23 .
Horror In Jude'f Room
IN THE game room Michael stood at
a window, hil back itirt. On a
bench in front of the fireplace with
her back toward him. Gay wai persis
tently bouncing a table tennla ball.
The atmosphere was arctic.
"It's daylight," I announced tri
umphantly. ,
"How cosy," from the window. No
response from the bench.
I fumbled through the mess of keys,
selected theirs, and handed them out,
"Breakfast In half an hour. We'll have
to shake a leg."
"Or a neck." Mike atrode Into the
hall, slamming the door after him.
I walked over and removed the
racquet from Gay's hand. "You're a
good egg, Gay. I've always liked you.
But you're digging yourself Into a hole
that you won't be able to climb out of.
Mike Is all right Go take a shower
and forget about it."
She got to her feet at that. "Mike,"
she said furiously, "Is a lying skunk!
I've just told him so, and now I'm tell
ing you." And she was out of the
room. .
"Gay!" I shouted, rushing after her.
But she flew up the stairs without
looking back.
"Good morning, Mr. Jlmmle."
I spun around to find Hlgglns be
side me, freshly dressed, brushed and
combed. How much had he heard?
"How's everything below decks?" I
eeld, a bit weakly.
"Fair to middling, sir. Cook But
she means well, sir."
"I'm sure she does. Can you man
age breakfast In half an hour?"
"Yes, sir."
I left him there. I had no desire to
talk to anybody. Mike's door was
closed, and I didn't open It. Old Gay
seriously think The. whole. Idea was
ridiculous. I shaved, tubbed and
dressed in a stupor. Just as 1 was
climbing Into a shirt, there came a
low, insistent knocking on my door.
It was the Skipper's voice. "Jlm
mle, can you come out here a second?"
I moved ta the door. "Hullo, Skip
per. What Is it? Is"
"Don't make so much noise." She
was beckoning me down the hsll in
the direction of her own room. "Come
quickly!"
I went on the run. The Skipper
paused before Jude BUnshop's door,
pointing, and my eyea followed the
direction of her finger. Jude's door
had been forced open. The lock was
still on it, but the woodwork had been
torn by terrlfle pressure. We must
have all of us come down the hall
without noticing. I pushed open the
door.
Don't Go In There!'
IN THE dismal half-light of the win
ter morning, the small bed lamp
stIU burned, lending a ghostly unre
ality to the whole scene. A sheet lay
on the floor Just at my feet The bed
was emptyl I took one half-hearted
look under It One glance Into that
closet and I was back In the hall. I
must have been jabbering like a
monkey.
The Skipper started for the door,
and I flung myself In her way,
"Don't go In there!" I was roaring.
"Don't"
She shoved me aside and disap
peared through the door, 1 should
have followed her, but 1 didn't 1
leaned against the wall with my head
In my hands, "She was dead." 1 was
saying It to the empty hall, "I saw
her. I felt her heart She was dead!"
"Jlmmle, quick!"
I couldn't seem to make my legs
move. It seemed a century before I
reached the Skipper, who was stand
ing In front of Jude's closet, her face
reflecting the terror that held me
paralyzed.
She was pointing to something long,
lumpy and shapeless that lay upon
the shelf of the closet Something that
vaguely resembled a stack of blankets,
but was not a stack of blankets. I
seized the uppermost blanket and
pulled.
A cold, limp hand was at my throat
and something soft and heavy was
rolling over me. My head struck the
floor with a sickening thud. Even then
I didn't appreciate the full horror of
It I was on the floor struggling furi
ously with something that was
wrapped around me like a vise. 1 was
twisting, pounding, roaring. The
world was tumbling In a thundering,
blinding wreck about my head.
And then I was on my feet the Skip
per In my arms, and both of us were
staring down at a huddled mass on
the floor a blotch of eery blue in
that ghostly light The dead, white
face of Jude BUnshop was staring up
at us.
I don't know what I did exactly.
After a while 1 tried to quiet the
Skipper. .
What had been on that bed when 1
stood elone beside it earlier in the
evening? What if I had reached down
and moved that sheetl What J
finally managed to move to lift the
body to the bed, cover It with the dis
carded sheet and turn out the useless
light When I finished, the Skipper
was standing by the door.
"I might have known," she was say
ing over and over, "I might have
known." '
I took her arm. "Known what?"
She started, like a person suddenly
waking up.
"Quickly, Jim," she said. "We must
hurry."
Before 1 caught up with her, she
was halfway down the hall.
"Walt Skipper," I pleaded. "You
can't stand any mora of this. I'll call
Mike and William."
"No!" In horror. "Good Lord, nol"
I followed her with no Idea of where
she wae going. So the killer had
evaded us by cramming Jude's body
onto that shelf, taking Its place on the
bed, and forcing his way out of the
room at his leisure. We could have
had him twice. Twlcel The Skipper
was going down the front staira and
straight to the front door, where she
paused, pointing jerkily. The heavy
bolt had been drawn aside and the
key was on the floor. Our man had
escaped.
The Skipper flung open the door
and dashed out to the steps. Wind
whooped around us In fiendish wel
come, but the rain had stopped. The
Skipper was away running for dear
life toward the end of the house In the
direction of the tennis courts. In an
Instant I was after her, shouting,
"Sklpperl Sklpperl Walt!"
She never turned. At the corner of
the house, she disappeared. At top
speed I followed. Once I thought 1
would catch her as she paused for half
a second at the path leading from the
game room to the boathouse, but she
was off again before I had gained a
dozen paces, running straight for the
bluff.
That bluff was a sheer drop of SO feet
onto sand or rocks My eye caught
the boiling, roaring surf beyond, and
1 remembered Michael's experience
by the boathouse. It seemed as If my
legs would drop under me.
She was nearly there. Desperately
I mastered an impulse to close my
eyes and avoid seeing It happen. And
Just at that moment she stopped short
on the very edge or the bluff. Another
gasping leap and I was beside her. I
had my hands on her, and I meant to
keep Uiem there.
Then I, too, was staring Into the
abyss below us staring at the body
of a man lying face downward on a
jut of sand In the middle of the bluff,
just out of reach of the howling fury
of the sea.
Again I Bear Bad News
WE climbed down only part of the
way. He was dead. 1 realized thai
before we reached him. From the way
his head was bent to one side, 11
seemed as if his neck must be broken.
A deep blot of red stained hla heavy
white hair and was gradually spread
Ing Into the sand. Hlgglns' hair wai
gray and very thin. Whoever this pool
devil was, he was not the butler.
I shouted above the noise of tht
wind, "We'll have to get help. Can'l
reach him without a rope!"
She nodded dully. Without a word,
she Bllowed me to draw her back and
In the direction of the house. 1 think
she would have fallen had It not been
for my arm. The side door was still
bolted. We were obliged to make s
circuit of the house and enter as w
had left it
From the dining room, a low babbll
of voices Indicated that breakfast wai
already under way. 1 steered tht
Skipper Into the living room, adminis
tered a dose of brandy, and ordered
her to stay where she was. One)
again the bearer of bad nevs, 1 en.
tered the dining room.
They were all there, being served
by Hlgglns. M. Farrlngton paused lr
the midst of an announcement con.
corning the weather to eye me wor.
riedly.
"Well," growled Michael, "novi
what?"
"We have found something on thi
beach." I said. "Hlgglns, I want you
and William and a rope. Hurryl'
Hlgglns gave me one horrified looV
and rushed toward the kitchen.
Gay was on her feet "What
have you found?"
It seemed to me to be the klndesl
thing to end the suspense of the lasl
three or four hours.
"We've found the body of a mar
lying halfway down the bluff," I told
them. "Our prowler Is through
We'll have to get him before the tide
turns or we'll be too late. The surf'i
pretty heavy."
(CttitilHl, lilUlt Tyltr)
The body Is identified by the Skip
per, tomorrow.
CREEPS UP AGAIN
TO NEW '37
NEW YORK, June 1. (UP) Com
modlty prlcea again hare started a
alow ascendancy after the aharp
break occasioned by President Roose
velt's remarks on high prlcee and
apeculatlon.
The Dun & Bratfstreet Index ol
90 cash commodltlee now ahowseignt
at their highs for the year. Five are
at' lows for the year while the re
mainder are between the low ana
high and have been advancing lately
The composite Inde.t of the 90 com.
codltlea at their high wae 1SS-38 per
cent of the 1B30-33 -enrage while
composite Index at the lows fw each
of the commodities was 134 8(1 per
cent. The Index at the rinse r,i 'last
week a around 148 per cent.
The. commodities which remain at
1(137 highs are Rio coffee, pig Iron,
coke, cement, yellow pine, Douglas
fir, gasoline and crude oil.
Those at Iowa are flour, augar but
ter, wool, lead and ateel acrap.
President Roowvelt'a declaration
against high pries centered mainly
against steel and copper and these
suffered widely. Copper had reached
17 cents a pound domestically Hav
ing risen Irom 19 cent a pound. It
broke to 14 cent a pound where It
now Is but there la a firm under
tone to the market and many antici
pate higher prices within the next
tew weeks. Steel scrap at Chicago
had reached eat. 75 per ton and
Broke to 1.75 a ton where It la
now. But trade Journals say mat
recent developmenla In the markev
prior to the oulbrrak of labor diffi
culties In Independent company
plant have Indicated that the de
cline has about reached Its bottom.
Hammock Itrrths
PARIS (UP) A novelty in over
night transport naa just been In
troduced by th. Parla-Orlcans-Mldl
railroad here, when voyegera were
presented with tlie hire of ham
mocks for overnight travel Though
not advertised as being more com
fortablr t!-an the normal sleeper or
I'Tenrrt "rouchr'te" the hammocks
are reported to hava won popularity.
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Detachable Shirt Colluit,
"Blue Monday" waa really blue lor
Mra. Hannah Montague, of Troy,
New York. Her husband. Orlando,
was a blacksmith and liked hla linen
clean. The combination heaped up
an appalling lot of laundry each
week, consisting chiefly of shirts.
Week In, week out, she bent over
the washboard In a ceaseless fight
against the Inroads of Orlando's
grimy occupation.
It was a Monday morning In 1827
when Mra. Montague hit on the Idea
that waa to revolutionize men's shirt
fashions. Alongside her wnsh tub
was the usual pile of shirts their
collars soiled but otherwise almost
as fresh as the morning her husband
had put them on. "If only I could
wash the collars without launder
ing the whole shirt." she thought,
and started sorubbitiR The thought
recurred again and again. tihe
straightened up to ease her aching
back nd looked down at the pile
of sblrts still awaiting her. Inspira
tion popped Into her mind. Grab
bing up the shirts, she moved them
Into her sewing room, aat down with
scissors In hand, and cut off all the
collars.
Half fearfully, half expectantly,
she awaited her husband's home
coming that night. After dinner she
Bhowed him her day's work. In shock
ed surprise he gasped, then the Idea
In back of his wife's shirt surgery
came to him. He was enthusiastic.
Proudly ; he wore his two-piece ahlrt
to the smithy the next day. His ac
quaintances Joined him In his en
thusiasm. The detachable shirt collar
was born.
With a partner named Austin
Granger. Blarkmith Montanue be
came Collai'-nwktr MonUyuy
realized a fortune on his wife's
Monday" invention.
and
'blue
Overland Fie,,
Escaped under sentence of death
from Italy where he had taken part
In a rebellion. Guiseppe Garibaldi
went to South America In 1836 and
entered the services of the Republic
of Rio Grande against the Brazilians.
Olven command of a fleet, he was
apparently trapped on Lake Dos
Patos. The lake had only one outlet
to the sea. Two strong forts In the
hands of the Brazilians guarded It.
But Garibaldi was a resourceful man.
Huge wheels were fixed to the bot
toms of his fleet's vessels and oxen
pulled them 66 miles overland to
Lake Tramandal where they were
launched.
Tomorrow: What's In a Wheatfield?
"A-B-C" Bubles ThrlTe
PITTSBURGH (UP) The "A-B-C"
babies re seven monthB old now
and gaining weight steadily. The
triplets were born to Mrs. Amidio
Mattel last September 27, 1938.
"Three Is throe times better than
one," said the father. Then he named
them Amidio, Beatrice and Caroline.
Films Plant Growth
LONDON (UP) With a home
made machine built from old clocks,
bicycle parts and gramophone need
les, Percy Smith, 67-year old inven
tor, can photograph the actual grow
ing process of a plant. A whole day's
growth of a plant can be recorded
on the screen In one second.
Pay Low In 1803
HARRIS BURG, 111. (UP) General
rate of pay for digging coal In 1892,
as revealed In a recently incovered
yellowed payroll book of the old
Black Hawk mine, was 2.7 cents a i
bushel Average pay was slightly over I
$1 a day and owner-operators took 1
in about $10 a week.
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