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[ _ BEGIN.HERE TODAY Henry Rand, middle-aged business man, expected home by his family to celebrate his son Jimmy's 27th birth- day, is found dead by police in a cheap hotel. The room is fi with gas. There is a welt on the back of his head. BaRerhint et oie a of TA ndkerchief and the stub of a yellow theatre ticket from the Paragon The- atre in Buffalo, Jimmy's sister, Janet, breaks her engagement with Barry Colvin after the murder and Jimmy goes to Buffalo with Detective Mooney, where they trace the ticket stub to a Thomas Fo- garty. saves Mary Lowell, a Buf- o girl, from the attentions of two Jashers, The next night he wid ooney lay a trap for rty. follow him to his hotel ou y: They NOW GO ON WITII THE STORY CHAPTER IX, "Come in," a deep bass voice spoke from th: room. Mooney turned the knob ard slipped quietly into the room with Rand at his heels. They closed the door be- hind them and stood facing Fogarty. He was sitting on the bed, tearing a letter. from its anvelope, and did not _ Jook up at once, obviously thinking a bell boy had come. The utter silence in the room made him turn his head. He saw Mooney and Jimmy. The letter dropped from his grasp. He jumped to his feet. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded. "Sit down, Fogarty." Mooney strode into the middle of the room and dis- played his badge. "Nobody's going to start any rough stuff as long as you behave yourself. We want to ask you a few questions." "You fresh dick, I'll have you bust- ed for this!" The veins in Fogarty's fat neck swelled. His face turned several shates redder. "All right," answered Mooney, "but wait til. I get through. In the first place, Mr. Fogarty, did you ever hear of Henry Rand?" The little detective was watching Fogarty closely. "Never heard of him." "Henry Rand of Grafton?" pursued "We'll check that story right.now," said Mooney. "Rand, look in the phone book for the Horseshor Club and give them a ring. Who wus with you?" he asked Fogarty. . "Tell him to ask for Alec Blaine. He lives at the :lub, If he isn't there one of the porters can tell you." "Try to get hold of Blaine,"Mooney 1odded to Jimmy, who was at the phone. Jimmy had got his number. "I'd like to gpeak to Mr. Alec Blaine, please, if he's there." He turned to Mooney. "He's there. They're ringing his room." "Here, let me talk to him." Mooney picked up the receiver. "Hello. Hello --Mr. Blaine? This is Phil Mooney talking--a friend of Tom Fogarty's. Tom's in a little trouble. I want to know from you when was the last time you saw him. You did, eh? 'What night? . . . Oh yeah. When did the game break up? ... What am I drivin' at? Ask Tom, he'll tell you." He hung up the receiver. "Your story's good as far as it goes, Fogar- ty, although it'll take a lot more checking than that. Now suppose you explain how that ticket got in that room." There was a knock at the door. "Come in," called Fogarty. A bell boy deposited a tray bearing ginger ale and cracked ice and departed. Fogarty opened a bureau drawer and pulled out a bottle. "Have a drink, Mr.-- say whats your name, anyway?" "Mooney," answered the detective, "No, I don't drink." "Mr. Rand?" Fogarty turned to Jimmy with a gesture of the hands toward the bottle. "No thanks, not just now." Fogarty poured himsei! a stiff drink, mixing it with ginger ale and ice. "Mooney," he said, "I can't tell you how that ticket got in the room, be- cause I didn't go to the theatre that night. It might sound like a funny alibi to you, but I swear I gave that Mooney, his eyes tii on the other's! ticket away Monday afternoon." face. "No." Fogarty shook "is head. "What's the game?" he asked angrily. "Just this, Mr, Fogarty. A man by the name of Henry Rand--this man's father here," indicating Jimmy--"was killed in a hotel in Grafton last Wed- mnesday. The room was engaged Tues- day night by a man who gave the name of H. A, Jones of New York. That man, by the way, had red hair," Le said. "Whats this, a frame-up?" Fogarty gave a contemptuous laugh. "You'll have to come closer than that." "I'm not through yet," continued Mooney. "In the room where the mur- der was committed they found a wo- man's handkerchief and the stub of a theatre ticket. Here's the ticekt, Fo- garty." He extracted the stub from his wallet and tossed it on the chair in front of Fogarty. "See if you recognize it." Jimmy watched the big nan intent- ly as he picked up the yellow ticket stub and examined it. "It's my ticket, all right," Fogarty said. In just that fleeting instant Jimmy told himself that his search 'vas to go beyond Fogarty. This man, he de- eided, was not the murderer of his father. But undoubtedly he held the key. Mooney smiled as he held out his hand for the stub. "Sure it's your ticket, Fogarty. And here's something else. That ticket was used last Mon- day night and the man who held it was in the Canfield Hotel in Grafton Tuesday night. Fogarty, you weren't in your room here Tuesday night. Where were you?" Fogarty was sweating. He mopped his forehead with a huge Fandker- ehief. "Tuesday night," he repeated. *I° know," he exclaimed, his eyes lighting, "Tuesday night 1 was out playing poker with some of the boys. In the Horseshoe Club, The game didn't break up until nine in the morn- dng. I stopped to get something to eat "and then came back here and went to bed." = He paused. "All right," 'snapped Mooney, 'who did you give it to?" "Mooney, 1 gave that ticket to a woman." To Jimmy, who was listening in- tently, Fogorty's words were like a blow in the face. "No, Fogarty be cried. "It couldn't have been a woman that did this!" "m "Wait a minute, Rand," Mooney ordered. "let's hear this thing through." He opend the wallet. "This handkerchief," he sail, "fits in some place. . . . Go ahead, Fogarty." Fogarty emptied his glass his hand a trifle unsteady. "Here's all I know about it, Mooney," he continued. "Monday afternoon I happened to be passing the Paragon Theatre and I went in and got my ticket for the show that night. Ordinarily I call for it in the evening just before the show starts, unless I'm ordering an extra seat. "But 1 went in and got the ticket and looked around at the billboards in the lobby. It was a pretty good show, so they said--a musical comedy. It was a sellout. "Well, I came back to the hotel and something turned up--I'll tell you about it Jater--that made it impossible for me to go to the show. 1 was thinking "of turning in the ticket to the hotel porter when I met this wo- man. Olgo Maynard's her name. I got to know her when she was singing in a cabaret in town here. I knew she was down on her luck--she'd lost a couple of cabaret jobs for some rea- son or other--and I asked her if she could use the ticket. "She's a good singer herself, and nuts about the stage. . Got ambitions, 1 guess. Anyway, she took the ticket. That's the last I saw of her--and of the ticket, too, until you just showed it to me." . "How well do you know this May- nard woman?" asked Mooney. "Pye been out with her on a couple of parties. Not very well, I guess. 1 met her in a cabaret." "Where is she working now?" "She isn't working. At least she wasn't when I talked with her Mon- day." "What's the matter with her that she can't hold a job? You say she's a good singer." "1 don't know, Mooney. Maybe they got something on Ler. Maybe it's just tough breaks. I don't know." "Is she crooked?" asked Mooney. "You know what I mean, Fogarty. Is she a gold digger?" "I can't tell you that, either. Per- sonally, I'd always thought she was a myself." Fogarty pulled a little black leather pages and then held it pen to the de- tective. hone number and her He shifted uncom- book from his pocket. He thumbed its | Mooney persisted. "Couldn't tell you, Mooney." Fo- garty barely glanced at the handker- chief. . . He stared out of the window. "Fogarty," Mooney's voice was sharp, like the crack of a whip, "you're holding back something! Out with it!" "Wait a minute, Mooney." It was J'mmy. "Fogarty, did she say any- thing to you about going out of town?" Fogarty did rot answer. He was staring out of th® window, his brows knit in a frown. "Come on, out with it, Fogarty!" snapped Mooney. "You're not out of the woods yet yourself." Fogarty turned to face hima. "Yes, she did," he said. "She said she was going to Grafton the next day fo look for a job." (To be continued.) me se fiom i What New York Is Wearing BY ANNABELLE WORTHINGTON Illustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur- nished With Every Pattern A charming feminine type that will instantly appeal to discriminating tase for town or resort favors navy blue cotton voile with white pin dots. These new voiles are indescribably lovely and are quite as transparent as chiffon but much less expensive. 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Minard's_ Liniment for Neuralgia. "Did she use this kind of perfume?" A Wet Hen! * Aar 3 ttend U.S. Night Sct: ools Main Problem of Ngiht Classes--Timidity of Adults > Schools that have night classes for adults are becoming more opular, ac cording to statistics compiled by the U.S. Office of Education of Department of the Interior. The night-school en- roliment of the country reached 1,122, 558 in 1928, an increase of about 26 per cent. over 1926. The figures for last year are expected to shuw an increase over any year yet compiled. The main problem of the night classes, it is found, is that of overcom- ing timidity, pride and sensitiveness among adults who are conscious of their educational deficiencies and wish to overcome their handicaps. The Of- fice of Education repor.s that many still hesitate to attend school for thse reasons. A 5 The city schools offer a sufficient variety of courses to meet the needs of most adults who want to improve their education. School officials hav recently been able to emphasize the benefits that will accrue to adult stu. dents so that these students think more of their gains than they do of their own embarrassment. Such courses as shop work, mechanical en- gineering, electrical engineeriag, do- mestic :ciences and business training are meeting with increased popularity. It is 'believed that the campaign against illiteracy is stimulating many to avail themselves of the opportunity to better themselves and the idea that leisire hours pased in study will serve as a wise preparation for the future! seems to be swelling the number of night-school "students, in anil "I Didn't Think" If all the troubles in the world Were traced back to their start, We'd find not one in ten begun From want of willihg heart. But there's a sly woe-working elf Who lurks about youth's brink, And sure dismay he brings away-- The elf "I didn't think." i ¥ He seems so sorry when he's caught, His mien ig all contrite, He so regrets the woe he's wrought, And wants to make things right. But wishes do not heal a wound, Or weld a broken link, The heart aches on, the link is gone-- All through "I didn't think." 'When brain is comrade to the heart And heart from soul draws grace, "I didn't think" will quick depart For lack of resting-place. If from that great unselfish stream, The Golden Rule, we drink, We'll keep God's laws, and have no cause To say "I didn't think." --Ella Wheeler Wilcox. sm---- Berlin Fire Brigade Maid of All Work This ig the season when German bees would seem to weary of the mon- itony of their ordindry rural surround- ings and to seek the excitements of the metropolis. Swarm after swarm has arrived of late in Berlin, to settle upon the most unlikely places and to be removed with much ' circumspec- tion. Into the somewhat trying situa- tions thus produced, the Berlin Fire Brigade steps with wonted intrepidity; other than the extinguishing of con- flagrations that it has been called by facetious Berliners the maid of all work. No fewer than forty times on one day recently the brigade was sum- moned to remove a swarm, being en- tirely successful in all but two cases. The bees are, as a rule, not bellicose and allow 'themselves to be placed in the Feceptacles brought for them. Perhaps they are tired of adventure. The rescuers do not take any risks, however; they are furnished with masks and thick leather gloves, and are, perforce, very direct of action. Youth (to the girl seated at the ! other side of the lounge): "What ! would you say if I were to throw you a kiss?' Girl: "I'd say you were the laziest man I ever met." Confessional I've scattered a bridge set All over the floor, I've sampled the milk left Just outside our door; That dish of fresh strawb'rries Is all gobbled up-- (Permit me to mention, I'm Brownle, the pup.) x A coat has been slept on? A glove you cant' see? The chesterfield's shipwrecked? A rug's all skew-gee? Who's been at that work-box And plowed it all up? (Perhaps it's connected with Brownle, the pup.) The folks try to scold me, Both somehow they fail; When they wag their fingers-- 1 just wag my tail. They threatened to train me-- That's long given up! (They all know who's here), BROWNIE, the Pup. ~David Jenkins. Boss 'round rereenae - . Horizons An cxtended horizon is of immense value to us in livinz. It gives us much truer perspective and empha- sizes the relative importance or things. The habit of adding a bit of knowledge to our store every day Is an estimable one and worth cultivat. | ing. Even a neglected old encyclopaedia studied diligently for a few minutes | regularly will soon yield -an interest. ing fund of information which may be quite new and inspiring to us. Many older people will gladly give us of their best, leading us in thought through their richer experiences andj to countries they have visited. Of course travellinge is ona of the best ways of widening our own horizon, provided we take along a seeing eye and a hearing ear. Many people who travel seem to have left,both at home. An art gallery, museum or exhibi- tion opens up new fields of vision. An hour in a modern schoolroom Is, most educative. Let us enlarge our horizons by widening our bounds of observation and experience. ----e Taking Her Choice The two neighbors were having their morning chat over the street gate. Suddenly Mrs, King gave a start and pointed to the dorper at the end of the road. "Here comes Mrs. Snigens!" she cried. "I think I'l run in and tell my daughter to tell her I'm out." Her neighbor smiled. "But won't the still, small voice of conscience reproach you?" she ven- tured. "Yes," replied the other, hastening towards the house, "but I'd rather listen to the still, small voice than to Mrs. Sniffens."--Answers. "Do you believe in reciprocity?' "Well, I don't know that I'm sure just what it means. Something con- nected with a kiss, isn't it?" rere pte Hire Purchase The evening Meal came to an end, and his wife commenced to tell him about the day's worries. | "Do you know, George," she said, "1 do believe I'm getting stouter and stouter each day." x He sighed unhappily. £ "Yes. When I got married I little realized that I was getting a wife on the instalment plan""--Answers, Prince of Wales Heir to Throne Figuratively Shot Down in Mimic Air Battle » London.--The Prince ot Wales add- ed the thrills of air warfare to his aviation experiences recently when he landed at Cranwell airdrome after a flight to Uxbridge. The Prince, accompanied by his usual pilot, David Don, flew to Ux- bridge to attend the Royal Air Force ; manoeuvres in a mimic war. Instead ot observing the war from the side- lines, the Prince directed his pilot in- to the midst of the "battle" and, with 'big planes racing back and forth from opposing bases, participated in a prac- tice bothbing raid before landing at Cranwell. Although the official comminique on the air manoeuvres merely said the Prince of Wales participated, it was understood that he technically was "shot down" by one of the fighting planes in the mimic war. His plane was said to have been mistaken for one of the fighting craft when it was sighted by a group of six of the Royal Air Force planes and they gave chase, intent on scoring a point in the war manoeuvres. Pilot Don ng to the rules of the game--was "shot down." The Prince's plane was reported to haye been sighted flying alone over one of the "enemy" airdromes belong: ing to the Blue forces. The Blue bombing planes on patrol repeatedly swooped down on the royal plane with tremendous speed, mistaking it for one of the fighting craft. The Prince's pilot was forced to land at the airdrome, wore cfficials were horrified to learn that the occu- pant was the heir to the throne. The bombing 'planes of the Blue patrol apparently had failed to recog- nize the marking on the 'plane in which the Prince previously had ar- rived from Northold io attend the manoeuvres. The Prince was smiling broadly as he stepped from the plane after a safe landing and appeared to be delighted with the experience. Meanwhile, the Blue patrol had flown away without learning the identity ef the little 'plane. dim a Summer Boarder--"What's making all that noise? Surely you are not running a thrashing machine at this time of year, The Farmer--*"No, the . boys are figuring up the profits from our board- ers on our new rapid calcuating ma- chine." re et rm Correct Result Willie's mother arrived home from a shopping expedition and encounter- ed her small son in the hall. "Willie," she commenced sternly, "why didn't you tell me you were caned yesterday, instead of me hav. ing to find out from your teacher?" Willie, remained silent. "What was it for?" she asked, a kindlier 'tone in her voice. "Well, mum," spoke up the boy truthfully, "teacher told the class to write an essay on the results of lazi- ness, and when I gent in a blank page I got caned for it."--Answers. was unable to avoid them and--accord- | i For several years C a leader in the work of graphs from the air for -makit and in making aerial st of la areas of practically unexplored tewri- tory, This year's program of 7 work has the world's largest aerial fleet of the task. Before the end of the season probably at least another 100,000 square miles of country will be recorded on photographic nega- tives, As in recent years, the Forest Ser- vice of Canada will continue to carry on the work of forest fire protection in the Provinces of Manitoba, Saskat- cl ewan and Alber.a for the season of 1930, and for this purpose has arrang- ed to continue the co-operative ar- rangements which it has had in the past with the RoyaP Canadian Air Force. In these three Provinces the area over which the air patrol work is carried on approximates 100,000,000 acres, of which a large portioa is un- mapped. For this purpose twenty-one seaplanes and flyfling boats will oper- ate to detect and suppress forest fire | cutbreaks. These machinec will be capable of carr; ing greater loads than in other years, and Jheir better per- formance shoild add greatly to the efficiency of fire-fighting operations. Of the thirteen detachments en- gaged in aerial photography and sur- veying, one is operating in British ! Columbia, one in Alberta, four in Manitoba, Saskatchewan, the North- west Territories, four in Ontario and Quebec, one in the Maritime Prov- inces, one has been assigned to spe- cial transportation work such as | carrying surveyors, explorers and other officials into inacessible regions, and another to the exploration and photogr.phy of the main aerial routes in the Far North. The experience of the last few years has shown that at least for many years aerial transpor- tation will be almost the sole means ef communication throughout these vast {and little known areas. The explora- tion' of safe flying routes is one of the first considerations toward opening up this country. Aviation As Sport Grows in Britain 'London.--The extent to which pri- vate ownership of airplanes for sport "or private business has increased in England is revealed with the recent publication of the'list of all registered private aircraft owners in the coun- try. The list shows 295 privately owned planes belonging to 263 owners. This number of privately-owned air~ planes may seem small since the news- papers are continually dwelling upon the fondness of the wealthy clags of England for flyirg as a sport. Accord- ing to statistics published in pamphlet. form by a London aviation magazine, however; the discrepancy between the small number of privately-owned planes and the reputedly large num- ber of flying enthusiasts of this coun-" try is accounted for by the unusual facilities for hiring plans or traveling by air laxi. The list of private airplane owners. is headed by Arthur Guinness, brother of Lord Ivagh, who has four planes registered in his name. They are two Moths, one Super-marine Air Yacht und one Sunders Rose Cutty Sark. Four owners have three planes each. Lady Bailey owns two Moths and one Puss Moth. Frederick Guest is the owner of two Moth. and one Martlett, while his daughter, Miss Diana Guest, pilots a Puss Moth, Lieutenant Com- n.ander Glen Kidston is listed as hav- ing two Moths and one Puss Moth, and the same number and type of craft are listed as being owned by Lewis Ingrams. [The Duchess of Bed- ford owns a Moth and a Fokka.. * Perhaps the most conspicuous in- dividual air enthusiast in the country, the Prince of Wales, is not listed. He recently purchased a Puss Moth, but nevertheless, he is coun a; a pri- vate owner. Analysis of the different types 'ot planes in the sport class given in the list shows that the Moth wiil 174 is the most popular type of plane among | private owners. The Avro Avian is i second. with twen:y-one, and the Puss Moth third with twenty. ---- Deserted Dark are the windows, Fast are the doors, The grey dust thickens Upon the floors, Wild is the garden, Gone to wild seed, . Only a campground | Now for each weed. . = 4