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Newspaper Page TextP.AGESTX -by FrancM Chapter 45 Twilight TPUCK, lying tlone on the big hammock on the lun porch, was puzzled. She had strange feeling that the had been lick and out of the world for days, that many thing! had happened dur ing that time that ihe did not know of. There were queer gapi in her knowledge: and yet it had been only yesterday that they had arrested Duncan Murchison. Michael, she reflected, hadn't been quite himself throughout this mystery. She knew there were a great many things he hadn t told her. For instance, what had he been doing that day on the river with Gordon, drifting along the bank in the gray boat? He'd Been looking tor sometmng. Why did this murderer not Duncan, of course, but the real murderer why did he want to kill them? Was it because Michael really knew the truth, and the murderer guessed? If Michael did know the truth, it was certain he'd found out a great many things he hadn't told. That was like him. What could he have found out? Perhaps he knew at last where Murchison's body had been taken. Perhaps that's what he was look ing for in the boat a weighted body that had been dropped from the cliff above. And Michael was so strange to night. He had sat til through din ner awfully preoccupied, not an swering when he was spoken to at all. Finally he had looked over at Bunny, and said, without warn ing, "Do you believe he's guilty?" Bunny was pale with great black rings around her eyes. She had been pretty sick after the gas. She nad looxed up and said, uon I ask me, Michael. How can I tell? I don't feel that it's possible he's guilty, if that's what you mean." "That'll do," Michael had said gravely. Then, after a minute, "It's lonely in prison, I've heard. We won't let him out on bail. How'd you like to come down and tell him you think he's innocent?" Bunny had been sort of frozen t this question, and she had atarcd at him. "What do you mean, Michael?" "Do you remember exactly what said to you about Duncan? That if you knew as much as I do about this case you would never speak to him again?" "Ycr." "Well . . . can't you Imagine what that means, Bunny?" Tuck's head hurt again. It had been swimming at dinner, and she herself simply couldn't imagine what that meant, except what It snid. Evidently it didn't mean that Bunny saw. She Jumped up from the table, her hand at her throat, and said, "Michael! Is that it?" "That's It Will you go?" "Must we wait for dessert?" Michael got up too. He came over to Tuck, sitting at the foot of the table, picked her up and carried her to the porch hammock. Then he kissed her. "You're still sick, honey," he had said. "Lie here in the fresh air until we come back, and we'll explain." Charlotte Jean had brought an aspirin, then, and Tuck had taken it Perhaps that's what made her head feel fuzzy. The cool twilight air was wonderful ... it made one sleepy. ... There was a rap at the door. "Mrs. Forrester," Mr. Deane's querulous squeaky voice said, "is your husband in?" "No. he isn't," she answered, trying to rouse herself. "Can I do something?" "Gordon's conscious. I don't think you can. He is trying to tell your husband something, and we can't understand him." "What about, Mr. Deane? About who hit him?" "No. Nothing so sensible. Some thing about a 'creeping man' he keeps saying it over and over, and he's so anxious to tell Mr. For rester that we decided we must get him." Tuck's brain cleared like magic. She stood up. "I'll come," she snid Instantly. "Maybe he won't stay conscious very long." She led the way down the path and around the hedge. Tuck glanced about her for Hall and Donovan. They seemed not to have come vet: or perhaps they were out in the wood. She felt so safe, knowing that they were guarding all the time. 1 Saw Him' GORDON, his head bandaged heavily, was lying on his bed. flinging his hands out. tossing from side to side, muttering. Tuck went up to Gordon as he lay on the bed, and put her hand on his forehead. He flung It oft angrily, and looked at her with unsneing eyes. "Gordon," she said clearly, "what is it you know about the Creeping Man? Have you seen him? Do you know who he Is? You must tell me. Gordon." "No. no," he muttered. "Only Mr. Forrester. Only him. I said I wouldn't tell nobody but him. The Creeping Man looked at me . . ." Gordon shuddered "Gordon, listen, Michael Is away . . . trying to find the Creep ing Man himself. You must tell me. do you hear? Wo must catch him. Michael would want you to tell me. Where did you see him, Gordon? Out by the clifTs?" He turned his head toward her. "That's it . . . the cliffs. He came In a boat ... my boat. He came across the river. 1 can't find where he DUt the boat ... I InnkrH for it . . . but . ran to the cliff, and hid in me trees, and he came lip . . . rieht out of thr Frminri Th irg Man. And he walked right up to me, and . . . he looked at me, Plants Designated Toledo, O. (U.R Fifteen man ufacturing plants here have been listed by the ordnance depart ment of the U. S. army as being ready to make equipment and parts for the war department In emergency. Shelley Wees- and . . . then he hit me . . oh, o.. Gordon sighed. Then he sat up in bed, and pointed his finger straight before him. "I'll telll" he shouted. "I'll tell . . . we'll get you . . . Freddie ..." he sank back. The doctor lifted his wrist "You'll have to go," he said to Tuck imperatively. "1 must give him a sedative. This can't go on." Tuck turned and made her way from the room. What had she learned? Nothing except that the Creeping Man really existed . . . but if that were so, if it had been he who hit Gordon . . . then Dun can was innocent! Duncan had been with Bunny when they saw the Creeping Man. Out along the cliffs . . . then perhaps Michael and Gordon had been searching for him that day . . . certainly they had. And that meant that Michael knew Duncan wasn't the fiend he was looking for. She stood on the path behind the Deane house and thought Her brain raced. To find him I But she would never dare go out there alone. It was foolhardy . . . and she wouldn't dare. The Creeping Manl He might come up behind her, and do what he had done to Gordon ... or to old Mrs. Devoe . . or to Edgar Murchison . . . There were cautious footsteps out in the wood. She looked up. Out in the darkness of the trees stood a tall figure with the short policeman's cape that told its identity. He did not move, but waved a reassuring hand. Tuck waved back, and started for her own gate. Agamemnon came racing to meet her, and walked by her side, brushing and arching himself against her skirt She did not notice him. What was it Gordon had said? "Came up out of the ground." How? And then Tuck stopped short In her walk. She had remembered the hairpin . . . the hairpin she and Bunny had found that day, out by the stump. Mrs. Devoe's hairpin. Supposing . . . why had that hairpin lain where It did? Supposing it lay there because old Mrs. Devoe had fallen there? And supposing, supposing she had been murdered . . . because she had been standing right there when the Creeping Man came up out of the ground! That was why he had murdered her. I've Found Something TUCK glanced up at the sky swiftly. Another half hour be fore dark. It would still be light out on the cliffs. Her mind was made up. She couldn't wait until tomorrow to know. She turned toward that dark figure out in the wood, leaning there against a tree, and called out softly. "Mr. Donovan," she said, "I'm going out along the cliffs. Will you come behind me in the trees, and see that . . noth ing happens to me?" He raised his billy, and straight ened up. She went up the path on flying feet, and looked his way only occasionally to see that he followed. Agamemnon came too, dashing ahead of her happily. They reached the fork of the path, and Tuck raced madly through the darkness. ' Like a flash she ran up to the big stump where she and Bunny had seen the hairpin. She scanned the ground all about it, with care ful search, to distinguish, perhaps, a trap door set into the earth. II seemed a little ridiculous, now that she was here. Trap doors dc not open Into the earth . . . The earth was perfectly solid, as far as she could see. Agamem non nosed around her. sniffing. It was getting dark very rapidly, it seemed. It was strange, eerie, out here, with the sun dropping out of sight over the rim of the hills ahead, with the water surging along so blackly . . not a bird was singing. She turned swiftly to look for Donovan, and he wai standing tall and straight undet the edge of the trees. He was keeping her safe. Then she looked at the stump; and her eye was caught and held by the straight line of a cut run ning around it very near the bot tom. She caught her breath, and moved closer. She bent over and looked. She saw one cut running half round the stump on the river side and another transversing it across the top, and running down both tides. It was as if half of it had been sawed loose and never removed. An idea came to her. She stood up and beckoned to Donovan. He was already coming toward her. "I think I've found something . ." she said, and stopped. She stared at him. This was not Donovan . . this was . . . He was laughing, a dark, sneer ing laugh. He came straight on to ward her. She was paralyzed. "Yes." he said smoothly. "You've found something. I thought you would." Her eyes were fixed on his face. It changed suddenly He was half crouching now He reached out one hand, and seized her wrists, tore her hand away from her mouth. He held her at arm's length. "Another body," he said even ly, "might be a little inconve nient." And so saving, he lifted a wooden pin from the side of the stump, end lowered the side next the river. Tuck glanced down involun tarily. There, beneath the stump, was a narrow, dark flight of steps. He lifted her, and set her feet on them. "Go down." he commanded roughly. There was nothing to do but go . . . her knees almost re fused to carry her. Half a dozen steps. A ledge of rock. Another flisht of steps, wind ing this time, and then a narrow cave. The flashlight glinted on the floor, and she saw that it was water: and on the water, floating there in the dark, a boat Continued tomorrow Army Caste Broken London, (U.Rl There are no "Officers Only" restnurnnts in London as there were during the World war. No distinction Is made In serving colonels or pri vates. 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KSL, KOIN: This Moving World, KEX. KJR: News. KOO. KNX, KOW. MOOSE IN DEATH LOCK LIBERATED BY HUMANS Fairbanks, Alaska, Dec. 28. OP) From the Kuskokwim river wilderness came a rare tale today of human hands re leasing the "lock of death" in which two powerful bull moose By GLUYAS WILLIAMS OVER IbWARDS IfcBLE KNOCKS OFF AH ASH1WW,A MA&AZlKE AMD A BOX OF MATCHES BEFORE REACHING THE SPOOL Of THREAT) 60K OH READIH6, IbTAUY OBLlVloOS T6 LECdJRE BElite DEllVERED fcW MOTHER. DECEMBER 28, 1939. apparently had been battling for days. Pilot Don Glass reported first sighting the big animals with locked horns. He flew back to the spot two days laU with wild life agent Jack Benson and two other men. Nearing the battle scene, they heard a sharp crack as the younger bull went limp with a broken neck. They rush ed in and hog-tied both animals. STRANGE For further proof address third-magnitude etar. jr- T vffrr mm 3 tun fj, 7,s ks W YJr Y " ' 0 THE DEAD SHOT Early in the morning of May 18, 1916, Kiffin Rockwell, a North Carolinian, piloted a little Nieuport pursuit plane over the Vosges Mountains into German territory. Suddenly his motor started to quit and, heading for his own lines, Rockwell flew into the path of a German two-seater. A blast from the German machine-gunner sang past Rockwell's ears but Rockwell with held his fire until a crash seemed inevitable. Then, he said: "I fired four or five shots and swerved my machine to the right. . . " The blast look effect and the German plane crashed in flames, the first official victim of the now famous Lafayette Escadrille brought down with less than half a dozen bulletsl TOMORROW: Years of Silence. With a small hand saw, Benson severed the entangled antlers of the victorious forest mon arch. Released, it trotted away. The younger bull soon died. Death in bull moose battles is no rarity, but wild life au thorities here said it was the first case in which they had heard of men freeing the com batants. In many instances the victor dies with the vanquished because he cannot free his horns. AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX the author, toclostmj a stamped envelope for reply. Reg. TJ. S. Pat Off. rs , v AtnPrican Morid War aviator SCoREDlHe. FIRST OFFICIAL Vidfcfff of TH6 r-Mwene kcadriue , SHooTlNG POWN 66RMAN SHIP SCORED RUNS IN OFFCM AT BAT k Philadelphia, duly, mi As Others See Oklahoma City W) Grover Guthrie, theater usher, got a glimpse of how other people sea him when he surprised his own wardrobe walking away on a stranger. Guthrie called police and had the straneer arrested The man admitted he had beea into the usher s locKer, in the basement of the theater build ing, while the usher was upstairs at work in his uniform. 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