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PAGE f?TT M"ETFOT?n MAH; TRTTifTNT:. MTCDWRD. 0"RFOONT. TV"ETYNT:RnAY. .TTXK-22; 1335. V it M bo f tt s In ti or : ta Octagon Mouse, Bt PHOEBE ATWOOO TAYLOR ..j ovory So Fan Asey Mayo, Cape Code dstecttve. Is investigating yester day's murder oj Marina Lornfl, whose husband's post office mural hat aroused Quanomet. She was killed by a tejt handed blow from her titter! fcnltf. Suspected Pam frye disappears after hldlnp $50,000 worth of amber grit she found. Roddy Strutt's alibying plane crash looks deliberate, and the moult alibi of agreeable Tim Carr, boarder at the Frye's Octagon House, is false. Asey overhears Tim's grandmother ask him. "Where did the girl put it?" Then Asey asks Pam's father if he knew about the ambergris and where Pam hid It Aaron Frye ditclafms knowledge unconvincing!). Asey telle Aaron to watch the cans. Chapter 22 a wo Sheets Of Paper INHERE was no sign of Aaron Frye or the Carr family. "What happened?" Asey asked the lone trooper in front of Octagon House. "Supper time, for one thins, and fan dancers." "What!" "Yeah. 1 hear they got a regular midway going full blast up town. Streets of Paris, or something. Quanomet's gone nuts, if you ask me. Getting hot. ain't it?" Asey took off his cap and mopped his forehead. "Hot." he agreed, "on all sides." he fixed. You are Jennings's help er, aren't you?" "No," Asey said, "that's Just m incognito. I'm Asey Mayo." "Well, thank heaven for that; Lome said. "1 want you almoa more than 1 want Jennings. Pegg . Boone and I've been hunting foi you in relays all afternoon Where's Pam, do vou know?" Asey shook his head. "Doean'i Peggy Boone know? Somehow 1 thought she would." "She doesn't. I don't. We've beei. to all the people she might havi gone to, and no Dnc's seen hei We've got to find her. We mustl" 'To hand her over to the cops you mean?" "No!" Lome said. "Of course not What a crazy ideal" Asey looked at him. "But J heard tell that you said she killed your wife, an'" "Yes, I know. I did. 1 thought so You'd have thought so too, last night. Look, sit I'wn here and lcl me talk. I've got to talk with some one. If I don t I'll go mad. I wanl "Say." the trooper said, "if you two're going to talk, lust euarc the place here for me. will you. foi a tew minutes? I want to sei where Shorty went. He ought U oe out oacK mere, and 1 haven seen him for a Ions while. Jus: because things look quiet isn't anv reason for him to take a nap ' Okay" Asey said. "We 1 ail nere. now, iorne. whats come over you to change your mind so? It was (nough to make a jar stronger man weep. The trooper grinned, "You'd sugm to Keep that cap on, he said. 'Once you get out from under that visor, vou re you. Asey thrust his cap into his pocnet. Between you an me, he laid, it binds me, anyway. Where s nanson goner "Out after you, I think. He's got new idea, and 1 think It s good. i imnK me boy s got something. Of course he claims he had it all along, and this business of Pam was just a blind. I wouldn't know." Jack Lome, huh? Asey asked. That was my idea." the trooper admitted, "but Lome's got the hell of an alibi. A couple of summer lolks picked him up at a garage in Chatham last night, around eight-thirty. His car'd gone on the Dunk. Ihey had a lew drinks on the way home, and then they dumped him off here around a quarter of eleven. People across the street rsen 'em. Pam Frye had already phoned for someone to come to Octagon House. We checked up on evcrvthine. The couple's okay. The garage time's okay, me guy at the road house remembers 'em. So Lome's out of It He there he is, see7 Going along In that convertible? Whee. he added, as brakes squealed "1 guess he's changed his mind and is coming here." Asey watched curiously as Jack Lome got out of his car and crawled through the barricade. He wore iloony, paint stained dungnrees and a faded red polo shirt on which two gold safety pins served for buttons He was amazingly young looking, in spite of the dnv's growth of beard on his face. And even the beard couldn't hide the weakness of that mouth and chin. 'We Must Find Her!' "XVHERE'S Hanson?" he de mandrd petulantly. "Where Is the man? Awav? Well, when't he coming back?" "I don't know." the trooper said "Tonight, later, probably. If this mob up in the village doesn't take up his time." "What does he think this Is, a mardi gras or a murder case?" Lome turned and looked at Asey "You're Jennings's helper, aren't you? Thank God That water sys tem's all havwire again He didn't begin to fix It vesterdav The bath room's overflowing all over the place, and the tank in the cellar is leaking in all the places he said "Peg Boone, for one thing," Lome said. "She sat me down in a chair and tallied to me like a Dutch uncle and she can. too. She's got a horrid temper. She's tried to talk to me before, of course. Lots of people have. But 1 never believed 'em. I " he choked and turned his heau away. "You mean," Asey said, "you loved your wife. Is that it?" Head Them' HE NODDED. "I loved her," he said. "I well. 1 believed in her. I didn't believe the others, and what they said, and the wisecracks and the things they insinuated, and all the rest. I wouldn't have be lieved Peeev todav. excent well I'd found out lots of things When I saw Marina lying there in the garage last night, I nearly weni crazy. I was a little tight, too. And I recognized Pam's knife. And then Pam came in. looking like th( wrath of God well. I just went oil my head. I thoueht Pam hac killed her. Just as 1 though. Rodch was doing a big favor to oner thai reward. And then I found thing: out for myself. I oh. I can't tall about theml I can't do itl 1 don': want to believe them even now I hate them here, take these ant read" He nulled an enveloDe from in side the faded red shirt and thru; It out to Asey. Head whats Inside!" he saio bitterly. "Read them! Read them and see how I feel! See why I'd have done some murdering on my own account this afternoon. II Peggy hadn't taken the gun away from mel" Asey read through the two pa pers, and then he read them through again. then he looked bes de him at Jack Lome, face down in the grass, unashamedly and uncontrol- ably weeping his heart out. I he contents of those two sheet! of paper were. Asey thought, suf ficient to cause far stronger mrr than Lome to weep. if. Asey said, "thev re cenu ine " Jack Lome sat uo and wloer his eyes with thu back of his hand They re genuine enoughl Don'i you see? Marina was never realh married to me! Our mnrriag. never meant a thing. She was mar ried all the time to Timothy Carr!" ICir,rSt lOt riivi A:rrS r4,i So rim's elaborate lorr wn t blind. Rrad tomorrow! thapttr. 10 ILLEGAL FISHING AMERICAN BOYS DIE FIGHTING FOR SPAIN nOSEBURO. Ore. June 23 AP, As an filtcrmalh of the drowning at Elkton. June 14, of Louli C. far mer, Cottage Grove resident, com plMntJi were Issued In the justice court here today lor the arrest of Shorron Col Icy, Elkton. and William Huff, Cottage Grove The two men are charged, according to" Serge n' Paul raraons of the state poltee, with flMilng with a net tn closed waters. State rwlice and sheriff's ofMcera Investigating the death of Farmer found and confiscated nets and othei jresr with which the men nrr nllr.c to htu-r fry-n fihinr at FlMtn. Minn-. mtr abme ihe commercial (I'--dim-In the Vmpqtta river, Tarsoiv mid. SEATTLE June 33 ( APt Thane Summers, 35. University of Washing ton -graduate and former university teaching fellow, hnj been killed fight ing in the loyalist cause tn Spain his father. Attorney Lnnn Summers, said today. He received the word from the Friends of the Abraham Lincoln bat talion, which young Summers Joined as a volunteer early lai year. Friends here had received numerous letters from Spain describing the fighting Hobert Pvttljnhn. HxUtnm. a hat tat Ion membc". rlo :!V;t re- CMitl'. thr KrrM'- c:'Y" '. IM- it ( d:r:i w,v tirTifl il Summers attended the univoiAiiy STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX Tot farther proof addreii the author, Incloitof a itatnped enrelope for reply. Ret. U. 8. Pat Oft, 1 m i nJH U't&fyf. Mi'SJ IfOOO FS&TLON6, 1 w' Nap, Me, . we?ieKN novels, . IN 1H4 Mftf MRS W WRififcH 101 'Books, too of NHicri H we Mow bMM WS m , 'Iff ICftFW fw IN AN WKiurt ftp e rt pocKet billi'ardi'ST, mot Wt comeeunvt CAttcP Pf)Ll IN ft rscn wEi6Hgp as Tons 'Detroit, Mich.,. "72?- lJnl5krr f?nWltvi MbPISPn OPF WNetite urn chalk i&c?& Wt WITH PiVJH.ilC; uni-en Blind Author Through the eyes of Charles H. Snow, prolific California author, countless thousands of readers have for the past 20 years seen vivid pic tures of western life described in Snow's many novels. Yet, strange as It seems, Charles Snow la blind. A quarter century ago he was robbed of his eyesight by an explosion of babbit but, he says, the accident failed to rob him of his sense of humor. The average person cannot realize how funny or unimportant he Is untt; he puts on a blindfold and realizes how little he counts In the grpttt scheme of things," Snow says. "While some people look ipon what I have done as remarkable, I do not Something hid to be done and fiction seemed to be that something that would return a living." At the suggestion of his older brother. Snow bought an old type writer soon after losing his sight and began to write. Strange as It seems, he received rejection slips for over three years before he sold a story and since then has written 107 novel 1 00 of which have been published 1 Snow's biggest market Is Englana. His British readers have avidly fol lowed his stories of plainsmen ind cowpunchers; his books have besn translated Into seven foreign lang uages. "I write all my stories direct on the typewriter." Snow says, "having each day's work read to me." The first draft Is turned over to a secre tary for correction, of obvious errors, and then read to me for revision of facts, characters, details of plot and so on one of the most particular parts of the work." Founding a Town Ancient Romans followed a strange practice in laying out new towns. First they traced the town limits on the ground with chalk, then followed the line with a furrow, ploughed with a team consisting of a white bull and heifer hitched together. Mussolini followed this ancient cus tom recently in founding the town of Aprilia in the Pontine Marshes near Rome. Tomorrow: Horror at Halifax. from 1933 to 1936. His mother and three, sisters also survive. LOS ANGELES. June 33. (API- Plans to reorganize the Los Angeles police deportment, with the possibil ity that J. Edgar Hoover, of the fed eral bureau of Investigation, will be asked to assist, were announced today by Mayor Frank L. Shaw. Find Plane Victims FUN FLON. Man.. June 23 (AP) Bodies of Archie Turnbull, manager-pilot of Turnbull Airways, and Allan J. Wallace, member of a geo logical survey party, were found yes terday In the wreckage of their Bel Innca plane on the southeast shore of Laurie lake. LOS 'ANGELES. June 23. ( AP) Bishop Ernest V. Shayler, of Omaha. Neb., and Mrs. Frances Mil bank, pro minent club woman , were ma rr led today In the church in which they met 13 years ago. The bishop of the Eastern Nebraska Episcopal Diocese, who retired last year, and the widow of a Los Angeles financier wed before relatives and a few Intimate friends. LOST BALL By GLUYAS WILLIAMS StARlS AFTER BAU. HIT IrtfO BUSHES, CASM6A DIR-fV LOOK AfPiAVERS WHO ARE SHOUTING fo HIM fb HURRV Up PDKK AR0UWD AIM LESSlVAf ABOUT THE PtACH HE -frtlKKS 1r)E BAIL LANDED HEARS CA115 OF PlOREfo HIS LEFT AND IfS 0VER1& HlSWfcW. SHOlKS -TO IrlEM fo MAKE UPlrlEIR MirtoS CONfiKllES SEARCH, P0Kir)6 Irt BOSHES WlTH his roof CHEER 60ES UPAS HE FirlDs A b Ail, Which "TURNS 0UT.H0WEIER, fo BE OLD SODDEM -TENUIS BALL CRIES V? SAKE 1i HORUV UP BE- SEARCH COMES fo A COMPLETE STANDSTILL COME MORE INSISTENT. AS HE DEMANDS WHV fats EVERYONE fo DOESN'T SOMEONE E1SE ASRESf 0FPLAVERS ARRIVE AT SCENE, flNDj' BALL SHOT UP COME ft) LOOK R)R IT (Copyright, 1938, by Tbt Bril ByndioU, Inc.) (UlUiArtt S'MATTEB POI Bt 0 M PAYNE ( I NMIULVUM, LE.T ME. A ( tDo VA -WAMf A S. 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