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arEPFORP MAIL TRIE ONE, fEDFOHl), OREGON", .THURSDAY, JUNE 9. 1938.
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BY PHOEBE ATWOOD TAYLOR
STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX
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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.
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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.
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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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