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By The ffe ll-K noten «manufactured evidence re|> « resented by the crude hit of amateur laboratory equip ment, but we had decided, after my pseudo-arrange-1 ment for my non-existent friend, witii Amanda Beal, it would be best to have Nome tangible evidence to account for my presence at or about J the room lately occupied by I Garland Selwyn if I were di-> ’ I covered. By arrangement, Alec fol | lowed me after an apprect-| able tune. I be Beal House war the last house on Maine street. Beyond it was the beginning of the road that led1 ¡through n short space of cleared commons to the fring ing undergrowth that scatter ed itself for a mile or more amoriR scraRRly trees and old! tree trunks. Then it deepen ed into the heavy forest growth that became almost! . primeval just before one came to the one-time clear ing, now over run with new forest, surrounding Selwyn House ami its octagonal tower of mystery. The state highway did not approach Maine street from, the end of the town where! Alec Jonas lived. It swung out just beyond the little white cottages that began with the modest Jonas home and went for almost a mile! around to make a sort of a 1 spur junction with that street,; ju«t a ft-w short blocks above |the Bea| House T WAS at Alec’s home |n this out-thrown curve it that I secured the old was bordered by more wood packing case with an land on the outer margin. To improvised handle. W e avoid any prying eyes that filled it with odds and ends might possibly be upon me I from our youthful scientific entered this shielding growth research outfits. There were and proceeded to skirt the several old retort tubes that highway. I kept just far had miraculously escaped!enough away to avoid dis- the general debacle that covery by anyone proceeding overtook scores of their fel- along that rather rough bit lows, a crucible, some pestles uf roadway which here broke and a mortar. the continuous line of hard W’e packed them in the surfaced pavement stretch- ca.se, and as the dusk fell 1 ing across the state and on set out for the environs of across other states to only the the Beal House. I hoped that .Lord knew where. I would not have to use the! When I came to within a I Cautiously, and with n > soaking feet n u k in g Ut ile squashing sound* as I set them down one » n e e the o th er on the rounds o f the Ladder. ,. . . . . .. Quar^er n,l*e Junct'on watching and listening for with Maine street, I kept on any unusual or suspicious pushing farther into the sounds before venturing out depths of what was begin- into the opening. But for the ning to be more sparsely gentle soughing of the wind wooded land. When I ar- and the occasional sound of rived at the edge of the last the waking night life or the sheltering shrubs, darkness far away barking of a dog, the night was still. had fallen. I waited for some minutes., I gripped the handle of THE LIFE OF BERT WILLIAMS No. II W i l l fur llrT t and persuaded him to n u k r » con tract for three « c a n In tlie t o llie s . which is today Im itated «c r y widely, becam e f anion.. In th l* I ter l »a I at a pnker ta b le w ith three im aginary players. actor in a com pany o f w h ite people lin t B ert was m ore than equal to the situation, and became an inatantaneons hit in the ~ I t lt m the packing case securely and felt with my other hand for the comforting safety of the handle of my automatic. Then I stepped out onto the highway and crossed it to the clear unbroken space that lay for the length of about a city block beyond. At the < (w n tia a a d a« »»d « f*a r> Text by BEN DAVIS, JR. Drawn by A. W. RENNEGARBE 4. W h en ever traveling w ith the Follies, aa the star, he o ften had arrean to the Anea I ho* tela, but always he rhonr to rem ain in the s im . pie habitats o f bis own people.