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PAGE ETGHT MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFDRD. OREGON, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1941. by Phoebe Atwood Taylor Chapter Nina Biffer Doane BUT Mrs. Doane was an In dividual you could let your self brood about. She was a large. powerful woman, and nearly as tail as Asey mmseii. u anyone around the Inn possessed the Ehysique to mova bodies, Mrs. loane did. And she was the only person who'd made even the faintest slip of the tongue. "No body, under the circumstances, was a lot diflerent from "nobody. That slip, coupled with her eager, ness to get rid of Jennie and him self, didn't look so good. Mbst important of all, she could switch her mood like a chameleon changed color. She could in an instant change the look on her face and the tone of her voice. To Asey. that ability was more sigmncant tnan nor powerful shoulders. Of course, there was always the possibility that he was doing ftirs. uoane a great wrong, rer haps she hadn't moved the body herself. But Asey couldn't help feeling that she knew something about it. About a hundred feet from the Inn's graveled driveway, be slipped through the tall privet hedge and stood for a moment in its shadow while be surveyed the place. Now that the rain had stopped and the lights come on and he really had an opportunity to view the Whale Inn, Asey decided that the place could be summed up very briefly. It bulged. From where he stood he could see no less than three upper- story sun decks and two captain's catwalks, and as he started to clr. cle around the building Asey be- gan to feel that the amazing part of this business was perhaps not so much that a body hat been lost as that a body had even ever been found in the first place. Perhaps, Asey thought, it had been a mistake on his part to assume that the body must neces sarily have been removed by one of the people he had come in contact with. Those ells alone were capable of concealing a regiment. As he neared one of them toward the rear of the building, lights flashed on, and Asey sidled over to the window of what turned out to be the Inn's modem and well-appointed kit chen. He suppressed an exclamation s the person who had snapped on the lights swung around and revealed himself as the hearty bald man who had been hunting the chicken thief with such vigor. With the air of one who oe longed there and intended to stay, the bald man removed his coat, pulled off a bright-green sweater, unlaced a pair of wading boots and exchanged them for a pair of slippers he picked up from under one of the stoves. "Huh!" Asey murmured under his breath. "Now who in biases are you?" Walking Arsenal HE was considerably more curious when the man, after hanging up his wet overcoat, casually withdrew from its pock ets a small pistol, a short, ugly looking knife, and a blackjack. Asey whistled softly to Mmself. Perhaps his abrupt departure from this walking arsenal of a man had been a wiser and a safer action than he ever could have guessed at the time. Having stowed away his mur derous collection in his hip pockets, the bald man put on a chef's white apron and set a chei's white cap on his head. Then he stood for several min utes in front of a mirror, adjust ing the cap until he Anally achieved that same cockv angle at which he had worn his little blue knitted cap. When he at last turned around, Asr-y nearly let out a whoop. Now he recognised the man. Now, with that outfit on, he re membered who the bald man was. He was Washy Doane, the cook of his uncle's old five-masted schooner R. R. Mayo. Biffer Doane he had been called, owing to his violent tendency to bill over the head with the first ob ject at hand anyone and every one who disagreed with him. Sometimes, in fact. Washy didn't even bother to wait for anv dis agreement to take place. Some times Washy Just biffed. It wasn't a habit that endeared Washy to his employers, and Asey's uncle Custer Mayo had bern about the only person In those far-off days who was will ing to sign Washy on. Custer, a fat, philosophic man devoted to what he called his victuals, felt that Washy'a cooking was worth a few cracked skulls, and he str.irtfastly refused to believe or even listen to anyone who pointed out to him that, on num erous occasions, Washy's victims never entirely recovered. Custer said fir ily that he wouldn't al low his cook to be libeled. And here was Washy Doane. Biflcr Doane, the central figure of dock brawls from Portland to Sitka, his pockets stuflcd with lethal weapons, amiably peelln himself a banana in the spotless, stainless steel kitchen of the Whale Innl Asey leaned back against the ell, and shook his head. He was getting old. he told himself, old and slow. If only he had paid more attention to his Cousin Syl's discourses on the subject of his clam and fish cus tomers, he would have known about Washy Doane. If he had only used his head, he would have caught on to the situation out there in the woods in all that downpour. He should have real ized that Washy was talking about the Inn when he mentioned his land, his business, his chick ens, and all the rest If only ha had thought twice, he would nave guessed that Washy was the girl's father, the "Dad" she referred to as helping her to fix the Delco system when the lights went out He certainly ought to have real ized, after listening to Mrs. Doane, what Washy meant when he mentioned his wife in that tone of voice. Asey grinned. No one at sea had ever been able to tame Washy Doane, but the Biffer had obviously met his match in the strapping Mrs. Doanel He peeked In at the window again. Washy was sitting at the center' table with a small slate in front of him and two cookbooks by his elbow, apparently busily ab sorbed In the task of menu mak ing. Twice, while Asey watched. Washy got up and checked items in the vast corner refriger ator. During one of his checking trips he poured himself out a tumbler of milk, and when a gray-and-whlte cat lumped up on the table. Washy obligingly poured some of his milk out on the table top for her to lap. Too Peaceful IT certainly was a peaceful scene. Asey thought. It was so very peaceful, and Washy was :o very Innocent, and everything was so very tranquil and homey that it began to be just a little sinister. Asey ducked back from the window as the head of Mrs. Doane appeared In the doorway behind Washy. She looked thoughtfully at her husband's back, and then disappeared from sight She was tiptoeing, Asey concluded, because Washy gave no indication of having heard her. "Huh!" Asey murmured. "Pus syfootin', are you? It might be just as well to find out what for, he figured, and promptly started around the ell. He circled past an incinerator, a bulkhead, and a couple of woodsheds, hurried by a stretch of what seemed to be some of the original boarding-house pi azza, and found himself ones more at the front of the house. A large black sedan was just drawing up to a stop by the front door, and Asey paused by a clump of lilac bushes while a large woman, of the type scorn fully referred to by Jennie aa overstuffed, was assisted out by an equally overstuffed chauffeur. "Good night Alfred," the wo man said. "Good night ma'am." The woman wa ked hesitantly up two steps, and then she turned around. "Alfred, did you take my blue Bergdorf to the cleaner's? ' "Yes, Mrs. Clutterfleld." The woman still hesitated. "And it will be quite all right about the pay raise, Alfred. I'm afraid I spoke rather hastily about it yesterday. Of course, times are hard, you know. Alfred. You can't be sure about things any more. Mr. Fredley at the bank said taxes were going to be simply terrible" Asey's fingers drummed Im patiently against his sides as Mrs. ClutterflelH went into detail on the tax situation as foreseen by Mr. Fredley at the bank. "But I will manage somehow," Mrs. Clutterfleld said. "Er Al fred, you won't tell., will you?" Asey raised his eyebrows "No, Mrs. Clutterfleld. You may depend on me." "It will be our little secret Alfred. Just a little secret be tween you and me," Mrs. Clutter fleld said coyly. "Yes, ma'am." "I suppose you really can manage quite nicely by yourself, Alfred?" Alfred nodded and assured Mrs. Clutterfleld that he could man age all right, only It might take quite a long time. Although it sounded to Asey like a thoroughly convincing as surance, it didn't appear to dis pel the doubts in Mrs. Clutter field's mind. Instead of proceed ing up the steps and into the Inn and out of his way. as Asey fer vently wished she would. Mra Clutterfleld continue to teeter on the second step. Her next contribution to the conversation was so unexpected that it hit Asey with the effect of a right to the jaw. "I suppose." she said anxiously, "that body wouldn't really keep over night In the trunk, would it Alfred?" Te be eentlnard Alaska Liner Rips Bottom On Rocks Seattle, Nov. 27. P The northbound Alaska liner Aleu tian with 200 passengers aDoard. struck Ripple rock in Seymour narrows on the British Columbia roast early today and received extensive bottom damage, the Alaska Steamship company of fices here reported. The ship's pumps were able to keep the water under control and the vessel turned about to start back here under her own power. TIMELY CLOTHES at featured at tha John David Stores throughout tha East. Sold Only at Store for Men NET SCOOPS UP S6.C00 WORTH OF LIVER SHARKS Astoria. Ore., Nov. 17. iT A catch of 211 soupfln shacks in one drift with a new cotton net produced I 200 pounds of liver -orth more than $8 000. Capt. Tom Chattcrton, wnose boat made the catch, said It was landed at Newport earlier in the week. Blackouts, few traffic police and other factors have tended to increase fatalities on Great Brit lam's highways. On the Radio Chains TATIONOr Chaln amnatlon and where they art on the dial KALE MIIK) IS30. rortland KX (MIC-Blue) 1 1 UO. PorlLncl. KOA (MIC-ltlu. 4) Mil) RHikane; KliO (NHl-Hlue) SIU fan Franrlaeei ' m (NHC-Hrdl ill, Portland: l'"B MUMlne( I0U0. fl.allle; KNX (CB Inio Los Anseln; KOA (SHOKrd) KM tenter; KOI ( lH) 930, Port land: (OHO VHCKnll . Seattle: KPO (NHC-Hrdl H0 San rranrlro; KSL CbS) 1160 alt UH City. Time bbowe Is PST "" Thursday 5:00 p. m. Adventure Stories, KOO, KJR, ft EX; Death Valley Days, KBL; Jane Arden, KOMO; Sura of Today. KOW; Don VYInslow ot the Navy, KPO. 6:30 p. m. Duffy's Tavern. KftL; Newa of the World. KOO. 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She was seriously injured last night on a dance floor, hospital attaches said, when she failed to land on her feet after beinf thrown over the head of her dancing partner. STRANGE AS IT SEEMS by JOHN HIX I L -fff'sS s-assBiiiLsls?' V3tr-. " EFENSE BUY UNITED STATES SAVINGS BONDS AND STAMPS r i m m Too Hot To Handle Turf rr a i rrt orirtiT ri A nnAWH PDPKiru ronvAN .ifxajfi vM it man cut TiaP tu1Pipc COULD NOT DftPOSE OF lT ! AND LEFT IT IN A PITCH if "SOM? W3 LATZRf If "OOWE W OF FUE HAVE REAR WlNGro DEVELOPED INTO STREAMERS THAT ARE A HINPRMCB t RATHER THAN AN AID TO FLIGHT The Tatue of the in Concord. Mass., fSVMgOL OF THE NATIONAL ' PEFENE BOND DRIVE) WAS THE FIRST PUBLIC WO&K OF ITS SCULPTOR FAMED DANIEL CHESTER FRENCH... TOO POOR TO HIRE A MODEL HE USED THfc 'ilATUfc Of APOLLO DRESSED IN REVOLUTIONARY WAR GARB.' The figure was unveiled oust ioo vfars to a day after the battle of concord april 19, 1775... A x Camel euQ3iEs...i'et FOR DRIVING IN AUSTRALIAN DESERT COUNTRY Ll'L ABNER Laugh. Clown, Laughl ii-Tf MINUTEMEM All through American history there are records of men organised to be ready to take up arms against aggression at a moment's notice. The first such group, formed about the time of tha French and Indian War. called themselves "Minnitmen". Later during the Revolutionary War period, tha Minutemen had to assist in ferreting out Tory "fifth columnists." In the first battla of the war of independence at Lexington, tha Americans were represented by a body of 70 pa triots under Captain John Parker. Most of them were Minutemen. TOMORROW: 623-Pound Splitl Br AL CAPP IVILL.SIR IN Y ABOUT AN HOUK -WHEN I RETURN FROM AN ERRAND. ALL THE OTHER SERVANTS ARE, OFF FOR THE. fvf ki i Kin r V AH G-GOTTA IT WAS YOUR AlvAH IS AS V? B DC t -ir-r i k I a i v i t 'r nfrD IS a i rj t tr e a Int. 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