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TGE FOURTEEN MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD. OREGON, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 19, 1941. by Phoebe At wood Taylor Chapter 21 Room Five AST summer I might have J- wondered about Rankin, but that'i all over now," Washy went on. "What's all over?" Asey asked. "Why, he was kind of mitten with her last summer," Washy aaid, "but she turned him down in August. He told me all about it one afternoon over a glass of beer up in Tony's. I don t think he felt bad about it. Between you an' me, t think he was re lieved. He's the sort that'll take one of Tony'r waitresses to a dance one night, an' my wife an' Miss Olive to a church fair the next, an' play rummy with me the next see that third window from the end. right by that cor nice? That'i Miss Olive's window. She's had that same room for twenty-six years, an' if you wanted to, Asey, I don't see why you couldn't shinny up an' get In there without anyone knowin'. Rankin's got the corner room, an' Lady Boop's got two rooms on IW. H I ' urn u HIE t tiui. "I'll so ud the shed lattice.' Asey said, "an' walk over huh. I wish I didn't have on these city shoes. Them roovea look slip pery.' "You can always sneak up the back stairs," Washy suggested. "I ran go in an keep people busy. L m Vim It 1. IWUIII , 10. Asey looked at him curiously. "Room Five's Mrs. Hinghams, ain't It?" "Nope. The Hlngham's Is on the other side of the house. Miss Olives Five." "But Room Five's what Mrs. Hingham come out of this eve nin'l" Asey said. "She'd been in there havm' her migraine real or Imaginary, I don't know wnicni Anyway, mars tne room she come out of when Jennie an' I yowled around in the hall out side!" "I guess you maybe Just made a mistake. Washy said. "Mrs. Hingham's door always has a big sign stuck on it. Says, 'Don't Dis turb.' Nobody ever pays any at tention to it, but if any maid ever takes it off, Mrs. Hingham marches out an' sticks it back on again! I tell you. Room Five's Miss Olive's, an' she's had it for twenty-six years, an' look up to her window, quick, Aseyl I'd swear I just seen a little light flicker, like someone strikin' a match in there!" Through the Window VTMME your sneakers, VJ Washyl" Asey kicked off his leather-soled brogues. "Gimme oh. I can't wait! Gimme that knife of yours, If you got ltl Hustle upP Grabbing the ugly little knife Washy drew from his pocket, Asey raced over the wet grass in his stocking feet and was up the shed lattice with a catlike agility that left Washy gaping. His lower Jaw was almost dan gling on his chest as ha watched Aspy's progress across the shed roof, down to the lower level of the next ell roof, up again and ever the railing of a sun deck, then up and along a precarious trip of gutter. "Gorryl" Washy murmured In admiration. "Custer Mayo always claimed that feller was part rub ber ball! Well, by gorryl" He held his breath as Asey pulled himself, apparently by the skin of his fingi'rnails, to a po sition beside Miss Olive's win dow. Washy had been right about something flickering, Asey thought, as he dug his toes Into the gutter. There had been someone In Miss Olive's room. And there still was someone in there, moving about! He thrust his hand Into his coat pocket for Washy's knife, and wished that Mrs. Doane had been less extravagant with her guests' screening. Copper wire screens were all very nice, but a simple length of netting across the win dow would have made his Job here something less than a cinch. As he raised his hand to slash across the screening, the knife slipped from his grasp and fell. Mercifully, it didn't fall far. Only to the gutter. He could feel it with his foot. But it made enough of a clatter to put anyone inside the room on their guard. Awy edged himself down, grabbed at the knife, got It, and was once again ready to slash the screening when the lights flashed on in the room. Muttering under his breath, Asey peered through the slats of the Venetian blind. It was his Cousin Jennie stand ing there in the doorway, look ing dubiously and a little' guiltily around. Aey tapped on the screen. The location of the sound fiuzzled her for a moment, but at ast she walked over to the win dow, raised a slat of the blind, and peered somewhat Ineffectual. ly out. "Lift the blind an' open the window!" Asey said impatiently. "Hurry up!" Jennie struggled with thf blind, finally solved the problem by ducking around in front of it. opened the window, and asked him sharply what he thought he was doing anyway. "Scaring me ,iear to deathl What you doin' out there, playin' Superman?" "Unhook the screen, will you? Hurry upl Jennie, you been in this room before? Just a minute ago? Did you light a match in here?" "Gracious, not What'd I be llghtin' matches in here for? How'd you get out there? Where," she added as Asey swung one leg over the window sill, "are your best shoes?" "I don't know, Jennie, who'd you see as you come in here? Who was in this room?" "Nobody." "Nobody except who? Listen, this is important! Who'd you see out in the hall? Outside the room? Did you see anybody comin' up the stairs?" "Not a soul, Aseyl Everybody's down in the livin' room a couple of men come in an' they're takin' pictures of the phone booth for Hanson, an' Doc Cummings phoned Just now an' said he was on his way back here to see you what's all this about, anyway? Where you think you're rushin' to?" Nobody Home "I WANT to find who was In herel Come on!" Asey strode past her Into the hall. "Take the rooms on that side an' yell if you see anybody. I'll take this side." Five minutes later they met at the other end of the hall. "I didn't see anybody any where," Jennie said. "Did you? I looked under beds an' in closets, too. My, I'm all out of breath!" "Wasn't Lady Boop in her room?" "Mrs. Clutterfleld? Oh, she's been downstairs a long time." Jennie said. "She ain't quite so scared as she was, but she still kind of jumps every time Hanson walks past her Asey, what is all this about?" "I don't know," Asey said. "That's what I'm tryin' to find out hullo, Washy," he added, as the latter appeared at the head of the rear stairs, "you see any body?" "Gorry, no!" Washy said. "Was there someone? I flggcred there must be. when you didn't call out to me or make no noise, so I beat it Inside quick to the hall outside the dinin' room. Nobody come down these back stairs, an' no body used the elevators, either. You can always tell when any body uses them, because it cuta the lights for a second when they start an' stop." "Huh!" Asey said. "An' you're sure you didn't pass no one on the main stairs. Jennie?" Jennie told him acidly she guessed she knew when she passed someone and when she didn't. "How's about an attic?" Asey asked Washv. "See that hatch?" Washy pointed up to the ceiling. "That's the only way you can get to the attic, through that hatch. We made so many changes here, we had to cut out the attic steps alto gether. It's hooked, see? Nobody's gone through that. An' this other wing," he pointed to a bolted door, "that ain't been opened up for the season yet Nobody went through that door an' bolted it after em, that's one sure thing!" "Somebody," Asey said, "was In that room! I know they was! I heard someone movin'l Huh! Ain't got any secret panels around, have you. Washy?" "We did li'cd to have a slave hole once," Washy said, "over in the old wing. But we use that for a linen closet now, an' we don't ever speak of it as a slave hole no more. Scared the boarders gurry, tnere i go againi carea me miosis stiff, I don't know why. Nope, Asey, we ain't got any passageways nr secret panels believe me, I'd know if thers was!" Asey leaned against the newel post at the head of the real stairs, smoothed out the brim ol his now thoroughly battered gray felt hat, and looked down thoughtfully at his wet feet. "I wonder," he said at last. "If this Is what the newspapers call bein' confronted by a seemin'ly blank wall, or if we just reached a sort of impulse. Huh! I wonder what he was doin',' an' what he was after, an' how he got away, an' I wonder if our prowler an peeper was Freddy's boy fricndl Washy hang around outside an' keep your eyes peeled, will you? 1 know somebody was here, an' there's always the off chance that maybe he'll try comin' back. You stand watch." Te be rnUnoa JAPS ADMIT FIVE Tokyo, Dec. 19 OTV-Official Radio received by AP) The Japanese naval command admit ted today that five of Its "spec ial type" submarines failed to SKI AND SKATING SWEATERS! Jantien'i Norwegian sweater, for men and women Store) for Men on the United States Hawaiian naval base at Pearl harbor. ((Apparently the crnft refer red to were Japan's 41-foot, two- man submersibles, one of which was raptured by United Stati-s forces in the attack on Hawaii while another was destroyed. The pocket submarines, electri cally powered, have a range of 200 miles.) The Japanese also admitted the loss of 29 planes in that at tack and said that a United States aircraft carrier which on Dec. 8 had been reported sunk "now is believed to have escaped to a certain port." "No Available Available'' Santa Fe, N. M.(t'P Direc tor Joseph Btirsey of the state tourist bureau says "no avail ables are available." That Is his reply to a man In Lincoln, Neb , who wrote the tourist bureau asking: "Will you please place me on your mailing list for any availablcs?" On the Radio Chains STATIONS! Chain affiliation and where thvy are on the dial: KALK (MHS) mn. Portland; KIX (Mic-Hliie) 1180. Portland: I. KG (NBC-lllu Mills) IS 10. suukani!: M.o (MlC-lllnf) sio. han Iranrlwo; KfjW (SHC-Rtd) SMI, Portland; kJH (NHC-Blur) OHO, Seattle; KNX 'H Lw AnsHra: KIM (NHC-Krd) 890. Denver; KOIN (I HO) ;, Port land: HOMO MM'-Rd 80. Seattle; KPU (NBC-Red) . Han Sranclarol KSL (CBS) 11 l. Hale Lake City. ' lime Shown Is PSI "" Friday. 1:00 p. m. Kate Smith, KflL; Ad venture Stories, KOO. KJH. KEX; Jane Arden. KOMO; Stars of Today. KOW, Don Wlnaow of the Nary, KPO. 6:30 p. m. News of the World, koo. kjb. kex: Bin H. nr. knx: Cocktail Hour. KOW; Leon . P. Drews. KOIN; November Overcoetc.a, KOMO. S 00 p. m. What's on Tour Hind, KNX. KOIN, K6L; Walts Time, KPO. KOMO. KOW; Cinnamon Bear. KEX: Judy Splinters, KOO; Scandinavian Reporter, KJB. 6 :30 p. m. Michael and K 1 1 1 y, KEX, KOO. KJR: Uncle Walter's Dog House, K O. KOW, KOMO: First Nlghter, KNX, KSL. KOIN. 7:00 p. m. Rochester Civic Orrh.. KGO; Shirley Tempi Tim. KSL, KNX. KOIN: Wins or Destiny. KPO, ! KOMO. 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