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PAGE TEN MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MED FORD. OREGON. THURSDAY. AUGUST 8. 1940. (casual Slauaht -By VIRGINIA HANSON C?- YESTERDAY: Kay trivet Jet back to jaiL She Jtantf from Jeff that Sandra may have mar ried him thtnktno hie tcorthleai properly had stiver on it. Back in her room Kay look for the ehorthand notebook, it hat van Uhed again. Chapter 39 What Safe Place? I SHUFFLED through the papers 1 on top of the table. I opened the table drawer. I even delved Into the wastebasket. But it w ain't there; it wasn't anywhere in the two room! or in the imall bath room. I gave up the search, finally. Jeff must have taken it after all. I felt a flash of resentment. He hadn't trusted m, even though I knew what the notebook might eontain. But did I Too late I realized that there might have been more that Sandra could have told, in formation more damaging than the bit of scandal about Mimi and Jeff. Jeff needn't hatie told me any thing; he was afraid Sandra had put in that notebook.' I'd been a tool to believe him. to let It get out of my hands. What had he done with It hid den It, destroyed it? There had been plenty of time to do either on his way to the garage. I felt sure he no longer had it when I delivered him at the hospital. It was too large to be concealed in a pocket, and he had not been carrying anything. Was there any use trying to find it? Was there anyone to whom I could appeal for help? Gerald? I felt again that sinking of my heart, the unwilling, fright ening realization that Gerald was an imposter. Felicia? The chaplain? But I would have to tell them that Jeff had been here, and I was reluc tant to do that. Perhaps he had not destroyed the notebook; he might have hidden it in the car. The garage was locked and the key in my bag, but I shrank from going out there alone in the dark. If the notebook was there, it was safe until morning. Morning. I told myself, would be time enough. I got my wardrobe suitcase from the closet and packed my things, putting my papers all to gether In a compartment which served very well for the purpose. The rejected manuscript, still un opened, went in with them. Then I emptied the closet and the drawers of the mahogany chest, took a look around the bathroom and sitting room for forgotten articles, closed my typewriter in Its traveling case and prepared to leave. At the door, however, I turned back on an unexplained impulse and dragged the ward robe suitcase as far as the sitting room. But it was too heavy for me. so I abandoned it there, locked both the suitcase and the typewriter and put the keys in my bag. Then I turned out the lights, went out snd shut the door. There was a light in Felicia's sitting room, but she was in bed, snoring a little. Remembering not to be too quiet. I prepared for bed, but she did not stir. And when, presently, I turned off the light and stretched out on the vacant bed her soft little snore was still at work. Normally that snore would not have bothered me. but tonight I was overwrought. The instant I relaxed and was about to drift Into sleep, unwelcome thoughts would swarm around me like mosquitoes. There were mosqui toes, too, in the flesh their own and mine. And there was that softly persistent snore that grad ually became maddening. Elemental Fear EVENTUALLY I resigned my self to staying awake. I dou bled my pillow against the head of the bed and sat tip. staring at the gray shape of a window, wishing it would begin to grow lighter, wishing I had a cigarette but afraid to get one for fear the smell of the smoke would disturb Felicia. I thought oner of going Into the sitting room, closing the door between; but that reminded me too vividly of the night be foreof Sandra meeting death, alone, in my sitting room. I felt the roots of my hair tin gle with elemental fear. For the first time I thought of that snore as a comforting reminder that I was not alone. Then I began to hear little things, small sounds such as are always audible in a sleeping house, but which tonight my dis ordered imagination magnifled in to evidence that evil was creep ing on stealthy feet through the corridors of the building. Over the heavy thudding of my heart I heard boards creak under the slow weight of those feet, heard the little stirrings of secret errands, the whisper of pages as if someone were leafing rapidly through a magazine. Mv thoughts went Dark with mounting horror to the picture of Sandra, sitting dutifully Quiet whi'e I worked. turning the pages of a magazine until I was ready to scream at the relentless regularity of the repeated sound. My heart ham mering painfully, I pictured her sitting there now. turning the pages, waiting waiting for what? What had she left undone? Then, so distinct that I knew 1 had not imagined it. loud in the quiet night, I heard the click of a door latch. That sound woke me to a Hearily Inured i Arkansas City, Kas. .r I John Heard's "insurance policy" j weighs seven tons. Thirty years J ago he was in 111 health. So he purchased a cemetery lot and a 14.000-pound tombstone. He hasn't felt bad since then and ' today he says he necr felt bet- ter in bis Lie. I ers healthier fear. The click of the corridor door! Almost relieved at the thought of a tangible menace, I crept out of bed and tiptoed to the open door of the sitting room, where I stopped for an instant to listen. There was no further sound. Pres ently, emboldened by the con tinued quiet, I reached a hand into the room and switched on the light. There was no one there. I stood In the doorway for a moment, getting my nerve back and feel ing foolish. Behind me Felicia still slept. Well, at least I could have a cigarette. I crossed over and turned the key in the corridor door, reflect ing that it was a little late for the precaution, found my pocketbook, which contained the remains of a pack of cigarettes, and lit up. Then I (lushed the door to the bedroom nearly shut, selected a magazine from a stack on the ta ble, and settled down to read. But not for long. I could not keep my mind on the words. Thoughts of my own kept nsg ging me thoughts of Mimi and Colonel Pennant, of Julia and Jeff and Sandra. Sandra, who had "written down what she knew about several people and put it in a safe place." Not just what she knew about Mimi and Jeff. Several people. Reducing it to simple terms, Sandra was a blackmailer. She had blackmailed Jeff into marry ing her. She had tried to black mail him into giving her the Ozark property, which she be lieved to be valuable. A logical question formed in my mind. Had she been blackmailing someone else? The answer brought me to my feet. It was so obvious that I won-. dcred why I had not seen it be fore. She had been blackmailing the murderer I'nbearable Excitement IT WASN'T only to Jeff that she 1 had thrown the taunt that It would do no good to kill her. She had recorded her knowledge and put it "in a safe place." And she had thought that made her safe, too. What safe place? It seemed to me suddenly that Sandra was in the room with me, trying to tell me something. I be gan to shake with a chill that was , not so much fright as the unbear able excitement of knowing that I was on the verge of a revela tion. This was something that con cerned me. I was as sure or it as If I had seen her standing there, pointing at me. When there was no one else she had turned to me. even though she knew I was Julia's friend. Wasn't it plausible. then, that, surrounded by strang ers, she had cached her secret with me? She had not trusted me with it she could not do that but she could leave me some clue to it. If I had the wit to recognize the clue I settled myself with another cigarette, let the magazine slip to the floor, and went over every thing I could remember concern ing Sandra since she had come to my room Sunday night. There was the shorthand note book, of course. That leaped to the attention. But in no sense could it be considered a safe place. Many people can read shorthand. Besides, it was too ob vious. If it had been that impor tant she would never have left it lying about. n snie-aeposit dokt Not here. I was fnirlv sure ol that. And the record she had made must be a recent one. There was no bank nearer than the next town, and to the best of my be lief she had not been off the post since Sunday except for the one time she had gone with me to the post office, and then she had not been out of my sight The post office. She had mailed two letters. "To friends who knew Ivan," she had said. I remembered those letters. Thin, one-page affairs. Still they might have included the few words necessary to incriminate someone And then I thought of the man uscript. Little things which had no meaning for me at the time they happened recurred to me now in a new light. Sandra asking to use my typewriter and staying alone in my room all that afternoon. Her determination that the man uscript should be finished and sent off that very day. The ques tions she had asked concerning its destination and the time of its probable return if rejected. And the strange intentness with which she had watched me seal and stamp the envelope and hand It through the window to the post master. What had the editor sntd? With feverish fingers 1 extract ed the letter once more from my bag and read it with new com prehension. "Sounds like two stories mixed up " My housecoat was lying in the jumble of things in my overnight case. I crushed the letter back in to my pocketbook. snatched up the robe and put it on. 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"Mrs. Roosevelt is no more eligible for membership in the guild than I am for member ship in the D.A.R. ." By CLUYAS WILLIAMS LAKE 6WY0, Mrs. Roosevelt, pointing out that her present column-writing contract has five years to run. asked the reporters: "As long as I can sell what I write, why should I not stay in the guild?" FIND FRANKLIN BALLAD IN OLD BOSTON HOUSE Boston, Aug. 8 0I.R' Ben jamin Franklin's first literary work a ballad called "Thel Lighthouse Tragedy," which he wrote at the age of 14 and STRANGE AS IT SEEMS 10 gsvJf American Vl-SfliNfl ChUfOmMO UNCOVER AGAINST HfM fcR Few? he WAS A 'ocomuiRmfdcoi lllO.vl Gl RAILWAY- RUN4 FOR MIL.BS cwmpiTufiLicej Zff HORACE GREELEY'S SURPRISE Traveling to California, in 1859. to survey Ih possibilities of a transcontinental railroad, Horace Greeley, noted New York publisher, got the surprise of his life. Strange as it seems, Greeley learned that Mexico feared he would muster western filibusters to conquer the nation! The Mexican commander at Mazatlan even issued a solemn proclamation warning the people against this "most diabolical, bloodthirsty and unmerciful man." TOMORROW: Timeless Clockl hawked on the streets of Bos ton may have been discovered after 175 years. Maurice Babcock. Jr, ton of the Boston light keeper, found the yellow sheet, printed in old English characters, in a ruined house once owned by the Ad ams family on lonely Middle Brewster island, Boston harbor. If authentic, the document is of great value. First Frees Cheyenne, Wyo, Aug. 8. fTi The season's first rreezlng wea ther in the valleys of western and south-central Wyoming was reported today by the weather bureau. r- 1 IT? , 3 SPAIN ON VERGE SAYS NEWSPAPER Madrid, Spain. Aug. 8 tyP) The Falangist newspaper Arriba said today that Spa;n was "phys ically on the verge of battle" against Great Britain. Arriba, in a front page edi torial declared that Spain is a "moral belligerent," sharply at tacked Great Britain-and assert ed that the government has not the right to suppress public and press hostility to Britain. by JOHN HIX AND IMPROPER rmr- By HAL FORREST B SOL HESS s-i mm 1
