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PAGE EIGHT arEPFORP MAIL TRIE ONE, fEDFOHl), OREGON", .THURSDAY, JUNE 9. 1938. OtTAGOtJ UoUS& BY PHOEBE ATWOOD TAYLOR STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX For further proof address the author, Inclosing t stamped envelops for. reply. Beg. TJ. 8. Pat OS. COMB AND BRUSH By GLUYAS WILLIAMS The Story So rar; utultupu Iouj Marina Lorne, whose hus band's post offlce mural hat aroused Quanomet, It murdered by a left handed blow from her eteter'e knife, Asey Mayo, Cape Cod detective, hides hunted Pam Frye in his house. He learnt t'.ese acts: Pam found 550,000 worth 0 amberarie which Marina tried to claim, and hid it ater dli couerin0 Marina dead in the garage; someone who tmoket Turkish tobacco was eavesdrop ping on Pam't story to learn the whereabouts of the ambergrit; agreeable Tim Carr, boarder at the Frye't Octagon House, smokes Turkish tobacco, is lelt handed and hated Marina in New York. While Asey is talking to Tim and his grandmother, Pam disap pears from her room. - Chapter 11 Where Ib Pam? "TF the note Isn't genuine," Tim othy said, "then it's the most reasonable facsimile 1 ever saw. Even to that little squigele under her name. What d'you think?" "I think," Asey said, "that she wrote the note." "What'll we do now?" Mrs. Carr asked. "You might's well go 'long back to Octagon House," Asey said, "an' get some sleep. If Hanson asks, say that you tried and tried but you can't move me, I just don't seem to care about the case. But tell Aaron Frye that she's all right, and I'll do what I can." Asey stared thoughtfully up the road as the little coupe whizzed off. He wanted to like those two. They honestly seemed desirous of helping fam Frye out of this bust ness. They were candid, they were numan, mey were pleasant, iney liked their cat, and their cat liked them. And Asey had a certain re spect for people whom cats liked. This great red beast did not belong to the Carrs; they belonged to her. On the other hand, their very candidness was against them. Had they come to pump him to find out where Pam was? Had Timothy Carr unearthed the ambergris say, In the cellar, or the coal bin, or wherever Pam had hidden it? Could Tim Carr have been the prowler? Could Mrs. Carr some how have whisked Pam away, while Tim chatted inconsequen tially about Marina and his life in the quadratic surd business? And his story about Marina there was a certain glib quality about that yarn, about the key-maker and the rest of it. that made one wonder. Asey shook his head. He wished that he knew the answers. There was one place where he had purposely not Hinted while Tim and his grandmother were around, and he strolled there now, along the path to th? landing. Pam didn t know the first thing about automobiles, but she did know about boats. Why should she have gone? There wasn't an earthly reason, unici sne naa some au xot c no. tion that her presence in his house was dangerous to Asey. That was tne only explanation he could think of. If she had been whisked away but she couldn't have. Peo. pie couldn't be whisked as quietly as all that. Pam was a strong, healthy girl. She wouldn't have al lowed anyone to snatch her, not without raising a rumpus first. Unless the simplicity of the so lution brought him to a standstill. Unless someone whom she knew and trusted had come. And what was it Pam had said, something about intending to tell her male boarder about the ambergris be fore she set out to Boston, because he seemed such a decent sort? 'It Ain't Human' SHE'D had no chance to tell him, of course. But just supposing that Timothy had climbed up on the roof and talked to her through the window, while Asey was downstairs in the kitchen. He might have lured ner away by some yarn about the ambergris. Then Pam wrote the note, slipped into another room, slipped out while Asey and Tim were talking downstairs, or while thej were out by the coupe in the drK eway. Pam might, for all Asey knew, have been in the car all that time! But if she had gone on her own, she would have made for the wa ter. There was no harm in looking into the situation. The sharpie, however, was there by the land ing, and the Mary B rode her moor ing. The canvas cockpit cover was in place. She hadn't been touched. On sudden impulse, Asey un locked the shanty at the foot of the landing, and hunted up a padlock. Then, with the short jerky stroke of the Cape Codder, he rowed out to the Mary B and firmly locked her chain to the mooring. If any professional boat thief really want ed to steal the craft, that padlock would not stop him. But if Pam Frye had any fancv notions of making off in the Mary B, that padlock would effectively put a damper on the excursion. The first red streaks of dawn showed over the outer beach as fte returned to the landing. As he tied up the sharpie, the tide turned with a roar, and the red strealS darkened. The air was damp as the great fog banks hanging of! shore started to creep in. Asey turned up the collar of his shirt and started back for the house. "Huh," he said aloud, "my hat's off to whoever got her, that's what. Or to her, if she sneaked of! by herself. It ain't human!" The sound of a car drawing up In his driveway completely drown ed out the slight crackle in the bushes just beyond him. Dr. Cummings got out of his old sedan. "Asey," he said, "this ha! been a night!" "You," Asey returned, think you're tellin' me anything? Pooh." "Roughly speaking, Hanson has his entire command hunting Pam Frye," Cummings said. "I see no particular reason to think she'll stay outside the dragnet very much longer. And Nettie Asey,. you've got to squelch her. Someone's got to. She's talked all night. To the police, to the reporters, to anyone who'd listen. And as she talks, she decorates. She now says that Pam spent the entire evening nervous ly fingering the knife at her belt, occasionally pausing to snarl vi ciously, like a spotted leopard In a peeve. She says that Pam dashed out at nine, she saw Pam dash to ward the Lornes' garage, and that when Pam returned, there was no knife at her belt. And her expres sion was that of a leopard after a dinner. Now, you know, that's not going to do Pam Frye any good!" ' Asey agreed. "Has she made any statements?" "Hanson's been too busy to get one from her, but the reporters wouldn't It be the only time in the life of Quanomet that reporters were there in droves? They've got Nettie's life story, and Pam's fife story from Nettie and both will be greeting John Public over his orange juice and toast, very short ly. And the fact that it's the mural's artist's wife who was killed that's not going to be any soft pedal." "What about Lome?" 'It's A Mess' "TTE'S In a frenzy. I'm beginning I ! to think he loved Marina." "He's left handed," Asey said. "No, I noticed particularly that he wasn't," Cummings said. 'But he Is wher he paints," Asey Informed him. "An"' "Are you sure?" "I got told that tonight You might check up on it, if you can. Does Hanson know where he was an' by the way, was Marina killed at nine?" "Wouldn't know for sure. I'd sav between nine and ten. No, Hanson hasn't delved into Lome. Lome's acting just the wav a bereaved and outraged husband should, and Hanson is deeply moved by it. 1 think he'd sooner susnect his own mother than Jack Lome. Look what about Pam? Where can she be?" I had her here." Aspv salH Kh was under the wharf while you an' Hanson strode over her head " wnere is she now? There are a couple of things I'd like to clear up is she asleep?" "She's gone," Asey said, and told him the whole story. Cummii.gs whistled. Did she fall or was she pushed. Asey, that's awful. And ambergris look, we'll have to get that out of the way of the police where is it?" "Search me," Asey said. "If the cops didn't find it in Octagon House. IV say it wasn t there. Pam never did tell me where it was." "Ambergris look, we'll have to do something about thatl" Cum mings said. "We'll have to get it away, -nd sold, and fixed for Pam. If Marinu told anyone about it why, for all we know, a dozen peo ple might be hunting it!" "It," Asey said, "and Pam, too And if the cops find i.' well we could blot Nettie Hobbs out, and all she's said. Once the cops find out about that ambergris incident, and Pam s taking it from the ga rage, with the sister dead, well, we iust "won't think about that part." Cummings sighed. "It s a mess. 1 wouldn't know where to start." "Are ' ou sure about thnt lft handedness," Asey asked, "or were VOU !mnrin' Hnnenn?" "I'm Quite certain thnt tuhnwur killed Marina thrust that knife with his left hand, fln.i in A rpnenn. ably husky sort. Of course. I wnn'l say It isn't possible that someone aictn t stand on his head and stab with the right hand Asev, I'm so tired I can't think. Call hie when you want me, and when you've figured out some plan or other. I think you'll do well tc continue letting Hanson think vnn wnn't help him. Otherwise the police'll be around your neck, and they'll curtail yoi considerably I'll fume at you, to make it seem genuine I'll also .ass alone nnvihmo Mm! happens And see if vou can'' squelch Nettie. She's gone too far ' "Okay," Asey said. "I'll see ii somethin' can't get started." He noticed, as he -etiirnpd tn thr house. I .at the foe was enlni mf and that the wind had shifted agnin. If it hadn't, lie might pos sibly have caught another whiff of that Turkish tobacen h h.ri smelled earlier, by the landing. tCtttnetl. Itlt. rtt, :.,. Tomorrow: Asey itarti detectlnf. TALENT AS COMPOSER BOULDER, Colo. (AP) . Mclvln King, blind student, has shown to much promise In ft year at the Uni versity of Colorado College of Music that his teachers beltrre he has an "excellent chance to achieve nil ambition to be a concert pianist m composer." King Is dependent on a student who knows no mu.Mc In learning difficult compositions. Oeorge Brandt, his "seeing eye. rends the notes and King plays them slowly on a piano. WINDOW OI.A.SH - We sell wlndu glaas and will replace your broken windows reasonably. Trowbridge Cab inet Work JAPS GIVE 10 TOKYO (API A Tokyo newspa per recently tapped Japan's invis ible" gold reserve. In a patriotic campaign, and immediately fnutui ltelf almost swamped tn flood of wdedlng rings, trophies, dinner plates end dental fillings. Even gold brick a real one came In. The Tokyo Nlchl Nicht Instituted the campaign, calling on It read ers for go'.d to be given the finance ministry for pushing t'ie wnr wit ft China. In one day. uitl . ; ' Uioe worth .f Rn!,1 w.is rionnf Phone MS. Well haul nwny you: refuse. City Saultary Sen Ice. 4tfceWA$ 0rCOU PR PiRe PIPE? f pm pee? weiw To coamni LeXMfthrt, ty., COVERBDle FfeT&T MILBTRoT in thb HieroRy of fimrsuR (Prifad 'peart Hanover, "Sept, I9f0 HfcRTlMe WrYS ONLY 4tCtM &6LOW ftf W0R1$ RECORD fi?R PRoffiSSlONft'.. drivers of Kins GgoRSEiT but asoRnswte born NSUn WINTERS ftf tjo cow roK olhsoor fJAYlfj j mi' iii Your own &nhturc u ArKo ilW okIv: ikI L.QL nnn nnn.OOj.nnn wuwr ii a vis, tit 2 - A?sm- Child Champion. Seldom doea youth have a chance to compete In sports against their elders, but In one Instance at least, has an 11-year-old girl completely outclassed the "old folks. That girl Is Alma Sheppard of Lex ington. Kentucky. Last September this little lass of the Blue Gra&& hitched her sulky to Dean Hanover. fast-stepping trotter, and set out to hong up a new amateur driver's record for the classic mile 1 minute. 65 Vj seconds 1 Not only that, Miss Sheppard's record was short of the world's rec ord by only one-quarter second. Ainu has spent nearly all her spare time during the past five years driving. grooming and training horses on her father's country estate. King George's Birthday. Today, if you are an Englishman, you will pay your respects to King Oeorge VI. along with ali other Brit ish subjects who observe June 9, 1038, as his 43rd birthday. Yet, strange as it seems, Oeorge was not born on June 9 but on De cember 14. 1895. The reason for the odd custom la simple: In the winter In England, the weather Is too cold for outdoor celebrating, and all good Englishmen love to celebrate out of doors. Consequently, it was decided Uat year that the royal anniversary should be celebrated In London and at all stations, both home and abroad. June 9 today. Writing Your Name. Strange as It seems, the mathe matical probability of two complete handwritings being exactly alike Is remote to the extent of one chance In 68,000,000,000.000. For this reason, It Is obviously an Impossibility for you or anyone else, no matter how good a penman, to write your name the same way twice Writing one signature each five sec onds. It would take close to 11,000, 000 years to write your name 68 tril lion times, without stopping for lunch. Tomorrow: The water bucket fire. CHINESE FARMER LOSS IN WARFARE IS HIGH CHENGTU, Szcchwan (AP) The average Chlneso farmer can be said to nave sustained a war loss about equal to his annual yearly Income, according to reports received here of an Investigation by National Christian Council workers. A census of villages in central China showed about 15 civilians killed or missing from each. Losses Include looting, damage to buildings, loss of grain and form animals and damage to standing crops. SCENTED INK BOOMS SALE OF PERFUMES LONOVrew. Wash. (AP) After all, thought Morris J. Moltn, Long- view druggist, ths best advertisement for a perfume Is its scent. To boost perfume sales, he rah a large newspaper advertisement and mixed quantities of the advertised perfume with the Ink used tor the ad. Perfume sales, he reported, went up 300 percent the next week. 'The Arabian Nights" has been translated Into almost as many lan guages as the Bible. 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