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MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD. OREGON, TUESDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1941.
by Phoebe Atwood Taylor
Chapter 31
Caught
TT DAWNED on Ascy, after a
moment or two, that Lady
Boop was really driving! She
wasn't seesawing or weaving or
fwaying as she had In the big se
dan. She was driving like a hu
man being, on her own side of the
road, and her rate of speed was
steadily Increasing.
"If she should ever find out
what that car can do!" Asey mur
mured unhappily. "Oh!"
The thought made htm shudder,
and his foot to jam down on the
accelerator.
Like the other instruments on
the dashboard, the speedometer
didn't work, but Asey estimated
that the car was going Just a little
slower than it had been. Like
Syl's truck, the coupe's engine
made a lot of noise and throbbed
violently, but apparently nothing
could compel it to pick up speed.
And meanwhile the Porter's
taillights had decreased to mere
pin points, barely visible In the
thick fog.
Lady Boop, Asey decided, was
finding out what the car could do,
all right!
He practically stood on the ac
celerator, but the coupe continued
to slow down, little by little.
At the North Quisset fork, the
coupe's engine gave a little cough
and stopped entirely. Just as the
red light flashed off and Lady
Boop started across the intersec
tion. Asey got out. raced for the
roadster, grabbed at the top
bracket and hung on, and at the
same time kicked forward at the
door button with his foot
A moment later he swung him
self inside the car and landed
heavily on the leather seat beside
Mrs. Clutterfleld.
"Ooooh!" she said.
"What do you think you're do
In'!" Asey demanded breathlessly
as he reached forward and
snapped off the Ignition. "What
do you "
"Did you see meT" Mrs. Clut
terfleld turned a beaming face to
ward him. "I drove!"
"You certainly did! You " "
"I hit eighty,' Mrs. Clutterfleld
said with simple pride.
"I don't doubt it!" Asey said.
"What"
"I never saw anything like It
before in my life!" Mrs. Clutter
fleld told him. "No feet!" . .
"What?"
"No feetl You don't have to do
anything at all with your feet!
That's what the trouble was,"
Mrs. Clutterfleld said. "I was al
ways so worried about my feet, I
couldn't think to watch the road!
Did you see how wonderfully I
steered? Did you sea me what
kind of car is this?"
"It's a Porter Sixteen, an' It be
longs to me," Asey said. "I might
add that it's a special custom
built Job, that It don't grow on
trees, an' if you'd hurt It. the cost
would have been somethln' more
than considerable, Mrs. Clutter
field. What in time made you
take"
"What will you sell it for?"
"What'll I sell It for? I won't,"
Asey said. "With Bill Porter goln'
into the tank an' airplane engine
business, the chances of my get
tin' another car like this for some
time is mighty slim. Now, why'd
you take this? Where'd you get
the nerve to
The Soldier
"AIR. MAYO you see, I know
1 who you are!" Mrs. Clutter
fleld wacgled an arch finger at
him. "I found out all about you!
Mr. Mayo, I'll pay any price you
ask for this car. I've got to have
this carl I've got tol"
"Wa-el." Asey said. Til order
you one like this. But you can't
nave this particular model. It's
got sort of special innards. I can
nave Bill get you the stream
linedrst model he's got. an' have
it dolled up any way that strikes
your fancy. Plated with silver, if
you want. But in return don't
you think vou might fork out
somethin' to some worthy cause,
maybe, an' kind of show your
gratitude In a nice, practical
wav?"
"Why, If I didn't have Alfred,"
Mrs. Clutterfleld said, "I could af
ford to do lots of things! Alfred
costs so much!"
"How much?"
She told him, and Asey whis
tled at the sum she named.
"I don't think," he said, "that
you'd evrn feel an ambulance a
month! Golly. Mrs. Clutterfleld.
he's bpen bleedin' vou! An' to
think I let him ease me out of
that century note! Huh! Well,
now we got this settled, you get
over here an' I'll drive back to
the Inn!"
Mrs. Clutterfleld absolutely re
fused to move.
"You said I could have this un
til you got me another, and I'm
going to have it, and I won't
move! I won't stir from this
wheel!"
A'cy sighed.
"Well. I s'pose If you got here,
you can get back," he said. "Look,
what impelled you to take this,
anyway?"
"I saw someone outside Mrs.
Clutterfled said, "when I opened
the living-room window for a
breath of air it was so stuffy In
there with all those policemen! I
slipped out without saying a word
to anyone, because I thought from
his cap that it was"
"Washy Doane," Asey said.
"Oh, no, not Mr. Doane! I
thought it was Alfred. But it
wasn't It was a soldier!"
"A soldier?" Asey said. "You
mean, one of Hanson's troopers?"
"No, a soldier. A regular sol
dier. It rather surprised me. too,"
Mrs. Clutterfleld said. "He didn't
see me at first, and I followed
him across the lawn to your car.
He stood looking at it several
minutes, and then he caught sight
of me, and walked quite quickly
away up the road. And it was
such a beautiful-looking car, and
so unusual, that I went over and
looked at it And then I got In
so easy to get into, isn't It? No
steps to trip over. And I pressed
this little button, and away it
went Just like a saucy little whiff
of down!"
"That's the first time In my
memory," Asey said, "that any
one ever called a Porter Sixteen
a whiff of down! Huh. A soldier
now I wonder if it's humanly pos
sible that Jennie an' I got caught
up with! Mrs. Clutterfleld, where
do you think we'd be likely to
find the Hinghams? Neither of
'em had come back to the Inn
when you went out, had they?"
"Oh, they never get home from
the Theater till all hours! Per
haps, if you want to And them
now," Mrs. Clutterfleld said eag
erly, "I could drive you over to
the Theater?"
Asey hesitated.
"Wa-el," he said, "a bargain's a
bargain, I s'pose. Drive me over
there. Only, till you get the fee
of this craft, don't let's hit eighty,
huh? It's kind of foggy, you
know."
Mrs, Hingham
EN ROUTE to the South Pochet
Barn Theater, Mrs. Clutter
field's driving was nothing less
than masterlv. and Asev told her
so when he got out
"I won t be long, he added.
"Mind waitin'7"
"Ooooh!" Mrs. Clutterfleld said,
"I'm just so happy, I don't care
how long you are, Mr. Mayo! 1
always knew I could drive, if I
just kept on trying!"
Asey bent over and removed
the ignition key.
He paused for a moment in the
Theater's little lobby and looked
thoughtfully at two pictures of
Ann Joyce tacked on a portion of
the pine building.
Then he went on Inside.
A pale, tired - looking youni
man in shorts and a striped blazer
was coming wearily up the center
aisle. He didn't even notice Asey
until the latter put out his hand
and stopped him.
"Say, son, is Mrs. Hingham
here?"
"Backstage." Ha ran a hand
through his rather long blonde
hair. "If It's more telegrams, don't
wait for an answer. She's in a
hideous mood."
"How d'you get backstage?"
The fellow waved his hand
vaguely toward the bare stage.
"There's a door. You can't miss
It You can't miss her. either."
He stumbled on past Asey and
out of the Theater, and Asey,
with a shrug, walked down the
Inclined floor to the door the
young man had apparently meant
Mrs. Hingham swung open the
door as Asey reached for the
knob, and for a moment the two
of them stood looking at each
other.
She was In a hideous mood all
right Asey thought There were
spots of dark color on her high
cheekbones, and her eyes wera
flashing with anger.
She recognized him, too, and
that seemed to add to her general
state of bad temper.
Before she could explode a
word of the speech she was obvi
ously preparing to Are at him,
Asey pointed his finger at her and
waggled It in Hanson's best men
acing manner.
"I want vou!" he said sharply.
"I'm Asey Mayo. Sent here by
Lieutenant Hanson of the state
police. He wants to see you about
the murder of Ann Joyce this af
ternoon. Come along!"
If he had announced his firm
determination to tar her, feather
her, and hang her from the near
est tree, Asey thought Mrs. Hlng.
ham couldn't have wilted any
quicker than she did.
After taking a stumbling little
step backwards, she put both
hands against the wall as if to
prop herself up, and stood there,
wide-eyed and trembling.
In the glare of the unshaded
overhead light she looked much
older, Asey noticed, than he'd
guessed at first She wasn't any
thirty-five. She was nearer fifty,
and probably a lot more.
"You mean I'm I'm under ar
rest?" she almost choked over the
words.
"You will be, soon as you get to
the barracks," Asey decided to
lay It on thick. "Unless you can
explain a lot of things Lieutenant
Hanson wants to know about."
"I can explain anything! Any
thing! Anything at all! Any
thing!" "Sit down!" Asey pointed to a
crate on the floor.
Then, adopting Hanson's favor,
ite prosecuting-attorney pose, ha
started in.
Te be eenUnar4
LITTLE BOY DIES FROM
PLAY NEAR FIREPLACE
Uklah, Calif., Dec. 23. ,!)
Mnrk Dana Gray, 8-year-old son
of Mr. and Mrs. John Cray, t ort
Bragg, died today from burns
Give Him . . .
A SWEATER
1 $3.95 lo $12.50
Sror for Man
received yesterday when his
bathrobe caught fir as he was
playing near a fireplace The
child was the grandson of Dana
Gray, who was superlntenPent
for many years of the Union
Lumber company. Fort Bragg.
HOARD COLF BALLS
New York, Dec. 23 W!
New York had shortage of
good golf balls today after the
city's largest sporting g.nxlt
stores experienced a bu.ing
spree of record proportions. The
rush for the golf balls b",an
last Thursday when Price? Ad
ministrator Leon Henderson an
nounced a war ban on the pro
duction of non-essential rubber
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GIRL UP
Sister of former Jockey Hank Mills, one of America's leading apprentice riders, Anna
La Wiley was born on a ranch near Brush, Colo. For the last three) years she has been
riding in state fair races against mala Jockeys, where she did not naad a license. In Octo
ber she entered her first race aa a licensed Jockey against mala competition, for though
she had ridden before, in the "Powder Puff" events, at Caliente, licenses wera not required
for the girls In those runnings. Strangely, one of her handicaps is her weightfor she tilts
the scales at 122, mora than most mala riders.
Tomorrowi One in a Mlllionl
LIX ABNER When A Yokura Weepsl
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