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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 21, 1935)
PAGE TEN THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON OUT OUR WAY ' , BY 'J. R. WILLIAMS I OUR BOARDING HOUSE BY AHERN ' by Robtrt Bruct O nm NSA sni, lac. ; mem 111:1m touav : JF.AN IMINtt, ararrtarir fo OON. A till Mil.VrAUI'B. Iniryor, liclnra krr atiawrr nlira llllllIlK WAI LACK, atimaiuMla aalramna, aaka her to marry him. At Ta Unlilcn Prnlhrr Blahl III!) aha mrna IAMIV IIAIIUI.N whnaa nunlnraa foinrrlloa la TnRur, Sanilj latrttilucra lliihliy a. .d jran ii a . """I i. I.IOWIH. Jlnnl, aalla aontr nnaila fur l.civla, who bura II car. 1.AI1IIY Cll.l-:. frdrrnl aarnt, la iralllaK WIKUV I.KWM. haak ritbhfr. II Irnrat ahonl thf bond ' frnaaactlna and qtiealloaa llobbT. l.arrv brlievea tha rnr l.la tMinahf la imoffl. Ilobbr oa drrliikra lo nnd out. Jrna anrcra to a arrrel rap;iiB;e anrnr wlfh annily. Tht bnnk of which arr fnlhrr la nrealdrnt la rttbbrd and l.nrry alnrta a ararch for tha rnbhrra. Jrnn Rctra to mrt Hand who hna fcrra Injured. He nnd Ihr l.mUca arr atflxlna; at n fnrmhonae. Jh una flnua hrrarlf a prlaoner. The whnlr porlr leavra thr (area. Larry Irama the rnbbrra irrra the Jnrkaon vnniz. A telephone number Irada the federal ta the rnrm. Jean'a father, worried about her abaenee. ennndea la llobbr. They ma to aee iwirry. Now no oji with tub to CHAPTER XXXVII LARRY OLENN drovo slowly out tba road that led north from the town of Midlothian, and repeated to himself tha directions that bad been given him at the fllling atation. "First white farm house on the left side of tbo road after you pass the little grove of oaks," he roused. "Let's soe-thls must be the grove; now, Then I get past It. . . He .touched the brake and crawled along even more slowly, rfl'.e oak grove slipped to the rear, followed by an orchard: beyond the orchard a pleasant-looking farm house with a veranda across the front and a fringe of trees along the side of Its yard came Into view. Larry swung Into the driveway, drove to the back yard, parked, and went up to the back door and rapped. Re heard slow footsteps Inside the house; then the door was opened part way and a man peered out at him. "Mr. Engle?" said Larry. The man sodded reluctantly. "My same's Harder," said Larry politely. "I'm doing some field research for Uncle Sam, collecting statistics on tbe triple-A eorn-and-kog program, and I'm afraid I'll have to bother yon to answer a lew questions.' The man peered up from be neath his overhanging eyebrows and hesitated. Larry smiled, in the manner of one who knows that he is making a nuisance of himself but who proposes to get It over with as painlessly as pos sible, and said, "It won't take but a minute or two." , THE man looked at him again, and grudgingly opened the ' door. Come on In then, be said - Into tbe kitchen. ;' The kitchen was a large room. In the old-fashioned farm manner. ; A wood-burning range stood at i one end,' and at the other was a ' large table spread with a check ered gingham cloth and covered with used oreakiast dunes, air. VtiitIa ant enntleitinlv In a atrfltpht. bactfed chair and waved Larry to - another, beside the, table. Larry aat down, drew a notebook from - his poeket, opened it, and leaned forward -with another ineratiatine - unite. "Vnm lafm Xt Cnel " io aid.- "You have 20 acres in field corn this year, and a two-acre plot of sweet corn for the market which doesn't count, so we'll skip It. Twenty acres, and last sum mer you " 'And he went on, reciting facts and figures that he had gleaned halt an honr earlier in the office of the county agricultural agent: and Mr. Engle, nodding occasion ally and sncking at his empty that bis visitor was anything ex cept what be represented himself to be. "and have you your copy of the agreement with the county, agent? I'd like to glance at it, Mr. Engle," said Larry, in con clusion. Mr. Engle looked- helplessly about him, then got to his feet, j , "Em!" he called. "What'd you want?" said a woman's voice, rasping and Im patient, from somewhere upstairs. , "Where's my copy of that corn- Inr prMmflntt' "Wherever yon put it, which mleht ha 'most anywhere" Raid the voice, Mr. Engle stared blank ly at the ceiling. There was a moment's silence; then the wom an's voice called down, "Did you look In the desk in the front par lor? Might be " The rest of it was lost, as the woman apparently moved from one upstairs room to another. Mr. Engle looked blankly at Larry, then mumbled, "I'd better go look for it." and shuffled off, through a swinging door, to tbe front of the house. Larry, left alone in the kitchen, looked about him with keen inter est. He bad already learned, from the county farm agent! that tbe Engles were childless and had no hired help; how was It. then, that at least six people had eaten breakfast In the kitchen that morning as the used dishes on the kitchen table clearly testified? He listened Intently. Someone, the woman probably, was moving about upstairs. Engle seemed still to be in the front, looking for the agreement. Larry looked over the plates on the table. Moving deftly and silently, he picked up a knife from each plate, wrapped them all carefully in a handker chief and slipped the bundle into sn Inner pocket; then, standing, ne looxeu over tno taoio a second time. ! : rTMIEN he heard Mr. Engle re turning. Larry slipped Into his 1 Chair again and was looking ab sently at the range when the farmer re-entered the kitchen. "Here. 'tis," said Mr. Engle, ex tending a creased and soiled docu ment. Larry took it, scanned II with an air of vast interest, lotted (own a couple of notes in his little book, and then returned lu "I'm sorry to have bothered fou," he said, smiling. "Now, II I can have a look at your stock, I'll go away and leave you It peace."' . He got up to follow the slugglsb Mr. Engle out the back door; and at that moment he beard more footsteps In the hall, the swing. Ing door thumped and swung, and a stout, red-faced woman camt Into the kitchen, carrying on cnor moua armful of sheets rolled Intc huge ball. "Title's one of those AAA fol Iowa," said linglo. "He's lnqulrln' bout my corn, and so on." She looked at Larry uncertain' ly, then turned back to the clothct baBkot. -Well," she said. "I'll ct on with my washing. You wou't uccl me, will you. Mister?" Larry smiled aid rheck hti head, and followed t!:ft fa.'m'r nut Into the back ynrl, tlitrWiutf, "J1k places for breakfast, or.it ci'.oiKh used sheets to rlico a rJClicnt for a family of tvo I'1 Ho followed the faricrr thrcueh the outbuUJInrri, aqntcil oI lshly at tho r.rru3.!c to tako more not?, rtad maca:?,. to observe frim tho iode:.tailoss iu the soil nr. I tho kUck ere&iie drlpplnfjs ou gra3 an.l crarel that at K-art tTo cr.n bnd been parked In the t3.'k very rejont'.y; and fits!!?, ha!! ac hour r.ftcr his arrival, he rliTck hnr.is with Eale. wl.h;4 him so?a Uay, got Into tho roadster and drcvo away. a IT vt2s still before noon when ho entered his ofT.ce In Dover. He took from his pocket the little bundle of purloined table knives from tho Engle kitchen and care fully unwrapped it. Then he called tor Tony Laltocco. "Tony," he said, as the Italian entered the room, "I think you can make some prints off of these. Try 'em and see what you get, will you? And step on It," - Tony took the exhibits and de parted, while Larry sat at his desk and took a hurried glance at vari ous papers and memoranda that bad been accumulating during his absence. He raised bis eyebrows over one memorandum, studied It with care, called. Agent Frank Watson into bis office and talked with him earnestly; then he rang up that honest, hard-fisted friend, Detective Sergeant Mike Hagan of the Dover police, and held a tele phone consultation with htm. As be hung up Tony came back Into the room carrying a huge blotter on which lay three photographic prints, stiU wet from the fixing bath. "Three of the knives were too smndged to do any business with," said Tony. "I got these oft the other three." Larry looked at the prints, automatically drawing out the en velope in which he carried the fingerprint Impressions of Red Jackson, WIngy Lewis, and Sandy Harklns. He laid the cards on tbe table, and Tony bent over them with him. "This one we don't have," mused Larry, "We'll send it to Washington. This single, here . . . by the Lord, Tony, It that Isn't Red Jackson's! Look!" They made a careful, painstak ing comparison, checking loops and whorls with methodical ex actness. Then they straightened np, looked, at one another, and nodded. ,. "This other one looks like a woman's," said Tony. , Larry looked at the print. "I blew It up so much, yon can't tell,'", ex plained Tony. "But on tbe silver the prints were a lot smaller than the others.. I bet it's a woman's." "Might be Mrs. Engle's," said Larry slowly. "Or .maybe the Brady woman. Is with 'em.. Well, it doesn't signify " He broke off as his bell tinkled, and took up the telephone. He smiled and spoke a word of greet ing Into the mouthpiece; then, as he listened, he grew tense, and bis face became stern. "My God, man. It can't be!" he raid. "Listen " (To Be Continued) '! Worshipers .who . are kind enough to contribute buttons to the collections are requested to bring their own and not, pull them off the hassocks. The Rev. G.-R. Balleine, London vicar, ad dressing congregation. 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