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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,
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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
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HEARS CA115 OF PlOREfo
HIS LEFT AND IfS 0VER1&
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CONfiKllES SEARCH,
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COME MORE INSISTENT. AS HE DEMANDS WHV
fats EVERYONE fo DOESN'T SOMEONE E1SE
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TAILSPIN TOMMY Tommy Makes a Promise!
By HAL POREEP"
Tmoee-point is on
THE VERSE OP RUINl
CURTAILED AIR-MAIL
CONTRACTS AND A
DECLINE IN P35ENe;ft
TRAFFIC HAS PUT THE
FAMOUS AIRPORT ON
THE RED SIDE OF THE
LEDGER! THE OMLV
SOLUTION 13 FOR
TOMMY TO WIN THE
INTERNATIONAL AIR
RACE AT MIAMI WTH
HIS MERCURY PLANE
AND PERHAPS WIN
A BIO GOVERNMENT
CONTRACT. . COMET
AIRLINES, A RIVAL
CONCERN, IS ALSO
OUT TO WIN THE PRIZE
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