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. That man
uscript, locked in my wardrobe
case in the next room, would bear
investigating.
A familiar chill gripped me as
I turned the key to unlock the
door to the corridor, but I gave
myself no time to heed it. 1
clicked off the light in the sitting
room, listened for a moment to
Felicia's hardy slumber and gent
i ly, quietly turned the doorknob.
I Te be continued
They're Connoisseurs
Boulder. Colo, (fi Thieves
who have broken Into the same
liquor store three times are dis
criminating. The pruprit-tor re
ported that each tlmo thc stole
only one brand of whikey and
molested no other bra'ids It
was the costliest kind In the
sture.
On the Radio Chains
TAIIONt
ertiere to tine Tbm the Dial:
ktX. 1 1 so. Purtlaud; kH. tie.
M nctal tut. Spokatw
siiu. 3wu. baa FranrlM-o; bow
(ie. Port land KJM. St. WIIH;
bsx. iitui. I xi Antrim bv as
Uemer; bolN. t4. ruffians):
tuMO ers mule; KPO. iu. m
f'ranrUm; KSt., IISO. ilt l-at.
Thursday
too aingln' and Swtnstn'. KOO.
KJR: Music Hall. KPO; Major Bowee,
KNX, KOIN. KBL.
00 Miller's Orch., KNX. KOIN,
KBL; Croaby'a Orch, KPO, KOW;
News. KOO. KEX.
6 ISO News of the War. KNX.
KOIN, KBL: Easy Aces. KOO, KEX,
KJR; Grant Park Concert. KPO,
KOW.
7:00 Fred Wartn. KPO. KOW:
Amos and Andy. KNX. KSL. KOIN;
Drama. KOO. KJR.
7:S0 Travelogue. KOO. KEX. KJR;
Ask-H-Batket. KNX, KSL. KOIN; Ted
Lewis. KPO.
0:00 Btrangs As It Seems, KKX.
KBU KOIN; Aldrtco Family. KPO.
KOW: Sports. KOO.
8:30 Symphony Hour. KPO. KOW:
News, KSL; Atw - Auction, KNX.
KOIN.
00 Paul SullU an. KSU KNX.
KOIN.
8:30 Drea. Rehearsal, KPO. KOW.
10 00 Reporter. KPO. KOW: Ara
helm's Orch, KOMO: Jurgen't Orch.,
KNX.
10:30 Safety pint. KPO: Harm's
Orch, KNX, KSL, KOIN; Ptlml. KOO.
KJR. KEX.
THE WORLD AT ITS WORST
r - -
K 8'9
' K fV" A JA
Aul&&l?JSrVS THROUGH SWAMP
AND THICKET TO 6ET THE F0R60TTES BOTTLE OPENER OUT
VV ATHKT THE KEY OF THE CAR 15 St ILL
in Lum un
TAILSPIN TOMMY The Baron
THE NEBBS A Perfect Setting
In a. STftTB - rOO a. IVIHO. f I TELL YOU t HAD (thS TAliAN,COUNT.. NOW it IS CLEARS BUT BEPOfte CAJTRONI I I I CuAtt SENS TH6
B0OMABO.R0 (IUMDa7...rOU jTHEM...BUT NOW CAS1RONI H6 TO ME ..... AND I FSILS THT STINO..W6 MAr RADIO MESSAGE
THE TRANS- M AM81I f THEY ARE CONE.' OCCUPIEO TWE SEAT ANOTHER SMALL. I ARRIVE AT THE SEADROME 1 BEFORE THIS PLANE I
ATtANTICl TIME TO SltURt VI . I..SWEAR TMIS , AHEAD OF LORD F-EEL TWE STING V AND THfcN IT SHALL B , SMALL flEACH THE
CLIPPER SHIP thb TREATY J - "5 TRUE, FRITZI I TWEEDLY... AW-H . . OF- kWY BAKAHN THIjJ V-.TOO LATE. COUNTESS .' I iSAFk.YOF THAT a
BARON VON M WWi Sr- SAND IN THE DARK... Vn fl- Sf- ' SEADROME 'jTrT
MAPSEIG IS TWEtDV.Y jf?v I SMEONE BRUSHED -OT JfjuS X X -S ..
CONFEDERATE. , L YVV vT iR , 1 K.'-iL- tv '
as h.s plans f I T AjiV fcM' ATtft V ''T rKl
BEN WEBSTER'S CAREER Setting the Stagel bt EDWIN ALGER
f AIL RIGHT, ME I IYwaiT A SEC0ND-" s V I I ANYTHING WHO THE HECK r SOCRtf A f tiff! rVHfr9E
YOUNG 8UCKER00- J SEE WHAT THAT f YOU BET, ( I CAN DO I ARE YOU? FELLOW, I pyA QET I
I COME IN A MINUTE- 80V WANTS- A MR. ClANCy- V F0( yOU? I I'M ANSWERIN' I AM, TOO, I TuAT IMF I
V BRINS THE POOCH, -t t r TV f S . . A THAT 'BOY rVAV7ffl AND I WAS I ' ?uaTtfP9 I
-lie mm ifJrl. Jralr yS
fco uub F 7 I5NT Tms A f BUT V. VuOMT STAY " NOU OiRMT WAVE TO TmiS ROOM IS fftD M.Pue .
Y. ' , Y WONOetiCLA. i LONG AT 10 P.UCKS A f ?w o oon A A DAY M PURMISWSO WiTw uaoapV
WAVE THE MPLACE f AND TWE) OAY.VvE-LL OUST ACT V ' VWRE in TME HOTEL ' J SUCA GOOD TASTE UXJJJO
NE6BS AT K, POOO 15 4 UKE WE STOPPED WERE KesV vj S " 1 1 VIEW PROmJI U-SNMrx
THE BEAUTY AUOOUS WOUR AvSaRTtI " VElsSwiNe ELSHOJLD
balsams, j rtE y c
TtCMTER . S ,
1 1 :00 Nottingham's Orch, KPO:
Man With a Pip. KEX: Buaae'e
Orch, KBU KOIN; Neva. KOW. KNX.
Irtday
00 Dent's Music. KOO, KJR.
KEX: Walts Time. KPO, KOW:
Chorus. KNX. KOIN.
JO Concert. KOO. KJR. KEX:
Drama. KPO. KOW; Oraod Central.
KNX. KSL. KOIN.
6:00 Public Affairs, KNX, KSL.
KOIN; Don Ameche, KPO. KOW;
News. KEX: Swing. KOMO, En
harmonic. KOO.
8:30 -Quls Kids. KPO. KOW: Al
Pearae's Clang. KNX, KSL, KOIN;
In Spots. KOO, KEX, KJR.
1 :00- Fred Waring. KPO. KOW:
Amos and Andy, KNX. KSL. KOIN;
Meaauar'a Orch, KJR. KEX; Our
Musical Heritage. KOO.
7:30 Johnny Presents. KNX. KSL.
KOIN: Dane Orch, KOO. KEX.
KPO. KOW.
8:00 Treasure Island Varieties.
KPO: Sporta, KOO.
8:30 Festival Varieties. KOMO:
Death Valley Days. KPO. KOW; Qar
ber's Orch, KSL.
8:00 Oordon's Orch, KPO. KOW;
Paul Sullivan, KNX. KSL, KOIN.
8:30 In the Oood Old Days. KPO;
King's Orch, KOIN: Music by Wood
bury. KOW.
10:00 Reporter. KPO, KOW: Jur
gen's Orch, KNX.
10:30 Prlml. KOO. KJR. KEX:
Owens' Orch, KPO. KOW: Oarber's
Orch, KNX. KSL, KOIN.
11:00 Nottingham's Orch, KPO:
Buaae's Orch, KSL. KOIN; Man With
a Blpe. KEX: News. KOO. KOW.
mt umtN bllPE. Or IHt
I BeVwd hy The ftll s-fldlfat. tr.
Makes A Decision!
FIRST LADY TO STAY
ID
TO FIGHT COMMUNISM
New York. Aug. 8. tJP Mrs
Eleanor Roosevelt today discuss
ed with reporter." a column
which Westbrook Pegler wroto
about her decision to remain o
member of the American News
paper Guild (C I O.)
Mrs. Roosevilt raid she would
stay in the organisation and
fight any alleged leanings to
ward communism she might
find.
Pegler charged the guild is
"run by the communists," and
said:
"If Mrs. Roosevelt knew as
much as she should about this
Trojan horse to which she has
decided to continue to pitch hay
she would be aware that f
the guild constitution contains
a trick clause which
forbids resignation and provides
expulsion for those who at
tempted to do so.
"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