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PAGE EIGHT MEDFORD MATT TRIBUNE, MEDFORD, ' OREGON, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 26, 1939. by Frances YESTERDAY: Tuck bazar dt the opinion that perhaps her necklace haj found the same hid ing place aj the Murchiton dia monds. Later Michael tallcj with an old friend the janitor of the Afedical Buildtno who describes the furor caused by Murchuon'e vivisection activities. Chapter 14 Man Willi Crutches "UfHEN Murchlson asked what ' proof the delegation had that he was torturing animals, they showed him the order he had at the pound, signed with his own hand." said Jameson. "He was sure In wrong around here all last year over it. Most of the profs was away when it all happened, but ft seemed like an awful lot of them felt like they had to light in to him when they come back. He took it not too bad from the Medical profs, but when it come to some of the Arts and Law faculties comin' over here to give him hell about the credit of the University and profes sional etiquette and all that, he limply told 'em off to a fare-you-well. You can't blame him. It's not so much their business." "He and Deant had blow up, didn't they?" Jameson pursed his lips and let out a long wnistie. "And did they! Well, you just better guess they did. I never heard so much lan guage from people that's supposed td know better in mv life. I saw Deane come in that day with fair murner m tnat little lat lace of his, and I saw him stamp up to Murchi son's lab and oound on the door. and I made it my business to be around. They was Inside with the door shut, but the row was as plain as you like. Deane sure got what he come niter ana tnen some 1 Kind or felt like standin ud for Murchi son there. Dcane's such a snoopy old busybody. And when he come out of there, after Murchison had told him he was a stumd old fossil that only held his job because the college didn't have pensions for worn-out wrocics. nis hands war just shakin' like they do when he ffi p?ls excited. He went out of here ike a whipped kid fair daft with rage." "Urn," said Michael He looked up at the glass jars filled with strange and awful specimens in the cabinet. "What do you suppose Murchison was doing with his cats and dogs?" he asked lightly. "God knows. But It was some thin' queer." Jameson turned on Michael suddenly. "What hap pened to their bodies after he was through with them?" he de manded. "Bodies? Well what should happen to them?" "That's it. I ought to know. I have to take care of that. But I tell you even after I heard the groanin' and yellin' and knew damn well he was doing infernal things to the poor beasts, never a hint of a hide or hair was there left around in the morning." "Urn," said Michael again. "Fifth dimensional stud. Maybe he's a wizard, Bill. Maybe he can wave his wand and change you into a a piece of cheese." "Maybe he can that. But there never was no pieces of cheese lay in' around in the mornin' either," Jameson said good-naturedly. "Mystery number one," Michael said portentously. "What about a furnace?" "No bones." "Dear, dear. No bones?" "Not a bone." "Well, well. Indeed. Strange." "Mystery number one, you calls It." Jameson said, his tone lowered. "There's another mystery I ain't got straight yet." "Bill, you ought to quit running this University and get a job with the police force." "loo fat," said Jameson conten tedly. "What's your mystery?" Shlverin' With Fright' "IT'S a man. He comes here every 1 Thursday afternoon. He asks for Murchison, and he's shivorin' with fright every time. Then when I tell him Murchison's still nway he straightens up and goes oiT with a bit of color in his cheeks again. He won't tell who he is or what he wonts, and I say iff, something fishy. Blackmail, I think, or some thing like thot he's ashnmed of. Won't say nothing but that he wants Murchison." ."Every Thursday?" "What kind of a man?" "That's it." said Jameson. "He thinks I don't know anything about him, but you just have to take one look at him, and vou can guess. Sandy-haired chap. He has to have a crutch, and he's got a service pin in his coat, and he comes only on Thursday. Any fool would know he's from the Veterans' Hospital. Thursday is their day out." "And he won't say what he wants ?" "No. Only Murchison." "Well. Indeed." said Michael. Bill ground the stub of his cigar ette acainst the side nf his riusi hin and threw it in. Michael copied him. "Afraid I've been talkin' an aw ful lot." he apologized. "I work here alone a lot, with this fussy stuff I don't dare let the new men touch, and I get a talkin' streak whenever anybody'll listen to me." "Crutches?" repeated the voung Interne in the hallway. "Crutches? There's a whole room full of leg cases." THIRD TERM EYED BK F.0.R, BELIEF St. Louis, Nov. 25. or) Frank E. Gnnnctt, Rochester, N. Y., publisher and new deal critic, believes President Roose velt his political fortunes Im proved by ttie Fiirnprnn war will run for I third term. Shelley Wees- "At the present moment?" Mi chael inquired. The interne stared. "Are they all in one room at the present moment?" "More or less. Yes, I suppose you might sny they are." "May I accompany you to the door of that room and ask you to deliver a message for me?" The interne eyed him thought fully. "It sounds damn funny to me, ' he commented. "You want a man and all you know about him is that he has sandy hair and wears crutches." "It is damn funny," Michael agreed. "I wish I had time to ex- Elain all the details to you. You'd e interested." "Well, maybe. I haven't got time either. We're under-staffed. Come on, then." Michael followed him across a polished floor, down a long hallway toward a glass door through which eddied sounds of conversation and wisps of smoke. The interne pushed the door open. Forty pairs of eyes looked up at tnem. "Say you're looking for a man who is expecting a message from Dr. Murchison," Michael said quietly. "Any of you fellows waiting for a message from a Dr. Murchison?" the interne said loudly. Silence. No one stirred. The interne frowned. "No go," he said to Michael. But Michael's keen eyes were roving over the group. One face had paled dreadfully at the in ternes first speech. Michael looked straight at the man. "I think I see him, he said pleasantly, raising his voice the merest trifle. At his words the man stirred in his chair and reached for the crutch at his side. He stood up, a shell of former bravery and cour age, a husk of lost strength. His voice was small, tense. I'm Not Coming "T'm not I'm not coming," he said. Michael waited. He looked at the man. The man stared back at him. "I'm not coming," he said a little louder. "I don't have to come." A big, black-haired chap beside him looked up at Michael. "Is that the doctor fellow. Smith?" he asked. The smaller man's mouth twisted. "No. that ain't him." he said. "I never seen this one before." Never mind all that talk, the interne said sharnlv. "Are vou the man who is expecting a message from Dr. Murchison?- Tm the man. Smith said heav ily. "But I'm not coming." "That's all riRht with me," Mi chael said lightly. "I don't want you to come. I want to have a talk with you." The little man stored at him. The big man spoke truculently. "You Better go oil and leave him alone," he said. "He's been half off his nut worryin' about your doctor friend. You can't make him go. He don't have to go. We'll get the law on you if you worry him about it. It ain't right." Michael left the door and went down beside the two men. Smith was breathing hard. The room was very still. "I don't want you," Michael re peated. "It ain't no good askin' for the money either, the big man said again. "It's gone. But you can't do nothing about it. Just try it and see what happens. We'll have the law on you. "For the love of Fete," Michael said gently. "Shut up, will you? Let me get a word in edgewise. Is ' there any place where we can have a quiet talk?" The big man eyed him suspi ciously still. "I haven't got a gun," Michael assured him. "And I'm not a kidnapper. Your friend will be quite safe with me." "He don't go nowheres to talk without me," the big man growled. Michael turned to the interne. "D'you mind if we go to the wait ing room to talk?" 'That's all right. Look here, Smith, ston that chitterinff. will you? You'll have a temperature again, you ass." bmitn passed a shaking hand over a trembling mouth, and en deavored to control the nervous spasms overcoming him. The big man took him by the arm after he hod raised himself laboriouslv from his chair. "Come along, old bird," he said, "we might as well git it over with." in the waiting room, Michael looked at Smith shorply. "Why are you afraid of Murchison?" he said at once. Smith looked at him and swal lowed. His hand went to the breast of his coat and frit for something there. His lips moved but made no sound. "Why aren't you coming?" Mi chael said again. The big man broke In. "See here," he said, "it seems to me you don't know much about this busi ness. Did that Murchison send you here?" "Not exactly." "Do you know what he wanted of Smith, here, or not?" "I have merely a glimmering of on idea." "Then, what the hell are you here for?" "Information," Michael said promptly and truthfully. "Who are you anyway? A friend of Hint ... of Murchison's?" "I have never mot the gentle man. 1 am a lawyer." Smith gasped. "A lawyer!" he said weakly. "Then maybe . . . maybe ... "Kxartly," Michael agreed with him. "Now will you tell?" Continued tomorrow. 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(Pacific Standard Time.) New York, Nov. 25. (P) A half-hour broadcast from a New York mass-meeting on "Ameri canism" will be carried by the WJZ-NBC network Wednesday evening. Rep. Martin Dies of Texas, chairman of the congressional committee on un-American ac tivities, will speak on "The In sidious Wiles of Foreign In fluence." Sunday brings: Europe NBC chains 5 a. m.; WABC-CBS 8 a. m., 4; 5:55, 8 p. m.; WEAF NBC 10:15 a. m., 1:30 p. m.; By GLUYAS WILLIAMS IvuiAtfS 0 WEAF-NBC and MBS 1:15 p. m.. Prime Minister Chamber lain; WJZ-NBC 4:15. Monday expectations: Europe NBC chains 5 a. m.; WABC CBS 5 a. m., 3:J0 p. m. A lifebuoy that carries food, water and flares, but is only one-third the weight of an equal mass of cork, and supports six persons is undergoing tests at the British admiralty. STRANGE Tot further proof address Tu fere Ca if. 4hVtV n(o900 PIKES Or WRING N a. YCnRS V? it Formed a A'Knfi 525 -found &alu il j ml J To $E A Horse race i J j CONGRESS AND HORSE RACE Strange as it seems, so great was the Interest In the Great Sweepstakes at Pimlico, Md. in 1877, that the United States Congress actually adjourned, so as not to miss it. This race brought to the post the famous Kentucky-bred Ten Broeck and two eastern entries, Parole and Tom Ochiltree. Parole won easily. FISH CASTLE A fish that makes a home is the American bowfin. It makes a clearing among weeds by biting them off. leaving a narrow passageway for his "bride." Here he defends his home against intruders, while she deposits her eggs. MONDAY: Crashed Naval Review. Noted Dead Richmond, Va., Nov. 25. JP) E. Lee Trinkle, 63, governor of Virginia from 1921 to 1925, died today of pulmonary odema. He long was a leader in the demo cratic party in Virginia. Palo Alto, Calif., Nov. 25 (iT) Funeral services were planned here today for Colonel AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX the author, inclosing a stamped envelope for reply. Reg. V. B. Pat Oft Charles Gwinn Woodward, 87. United States army, retired. Col. Woodward, one of the old est living graduates of the Unl ted States Military Academy, died Thursday at his home here. Madison, Wis., Nov. 25. (JP) Frank W. Hoard, 73, president of the W. D. Hoard and Son Co., Fort Atkinson, Wis., pub lisher of Hoard's Dairyman, died today. (&M Vou met 5 com So1rOT EACH COIN o Touches ah the other's r -Answer Mornay - '.1WS3SP, Tib. Bf . V. S. rL Off AU fl(tu rwtr4 By HAL FORREST By SOL HES
