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"Someone forged it, ap- parently to throw suspicion on l^iss Christine." "But you are sure that Mrs. Talbert did write the note deliv- sred to you the night of her dis- appearance?" "Yes, sir. ... I told you that lor some time Mrs. Talbert had been anticipating an â€" emergency. If I may say so, sir, she seemed pleasantly excited by the idea. In preparation for it she had worked np a â€" a kind of code; and the had rshcarsed me in it. It â€" " "We'll go into the code later. T«ll me what that note said." • » « "It said â€" on the face of it of course, sir â€" 'Am called away on •ndden business. Close house to- night; send servants on month's vacation with pay; have all serv- ices discontinued; and deliver keys PRINTING ESrerythlBK la '^ atatlonery, k««kl«<« and office â- nppllea. B«OBOB>7 -wltk •atlnfactloB. PLBA8E WRITE Fme Printing Producers 319 Bay Street, Toronto. 'Our Family Regulator is DR. CHASE'S ^'X;- PILLS' to bank. Wait in Surf City for further instructions.' You see, sir, the trick was in the way she formed her letters. For instance, if she looped her 't's' It meant, 'What I expected has happened'; and if â€" " "Let's have the note," the in- spector interrupted "or what you understood from it." "Well, what she wanted me to understand first, sir, was that that note had been dictated by some- one "else. I also gathered that she was being detained. But Mrs. Talbert must have been hurried or contused. For aside from that, I could decode only two words. One was 'Boardwalk,' and the other â€" " * * * A Motorcycle roared to a stop at the door, and an imperative knock sounded outside. Inspector Parsons said, "I'll attend to this," and went out into the hall. When he returned he was briskly sorting a sheaf of reports. "Go on," he pro'mpted without looking up. "It was the second word, sir, that was responsible for my hav- ing spent most of the next two days about the waterfront." "And that word_ of course, was 'boat'," the inspector anticipated. "But that launch wasn't aban- doned as the newspaper story said, Jaspar. The owner. Cap- tain Parks, was aboard. He showed us a letter from Mrs. Tal- bert, engaging his boat for a deep- sea fishing trip, enclosing a check, signed by her, in partial pay- ment, and instructing him to call at the Twenty-seventh street dock early this morning. . . . But long before that, Mrs. Talbert was dead." For a moment Jaspar seemed too stunned for words. "But sir," he faltered at last, "Mrs. Talbert doesn't fish. She never wrote that leter of her own accord." « ♦ » "I don't think so either. ' Yet some hours after the murder^ Mrs.. Talbert's car was located, empty and locked, at the Twenty-seventh Street dock. . . , Now, about the time when Mrs. Talbert's dead body was found, you were picked up on the beach with a key- holder in your hand. "The key-holder turned out to belong to Mr. Yardley, who two hours before had been seen hid- ing in a car parked e.\actly where Mrs. Talbert's was found, waiting â€" so he said â€" for Miss Thorenson. Among the keys was the key to Mrs. Talbert's car. . . . And early lase evening you rowed out to Captain King's launch and spent You Will Enjoy Staying At The ST. REGIS HOTEL TORONTO • Bttrj Room wltb Batk. Skow> er aad Telrpboae. « SUkIc. S2.S0 upâ€" Double, S3.B0 up. % Good Pood. Olalas aad Daac- â- â- â-  NiBbtly. Sherboume at Carlton TeL RA. 4135 KNOTS TO YOU, FRITZY German soldiers, prisoners aboard a Coast Guard-manned trans- port en route to interment in the U. S., picks up a little nautical knowledge, as, under tutelage of bosun's mate, they learn mysteries of sailors' knots. some time snooping around, even opening the chests the captain keeps on deck for fish." "Yes. sir â€" because I gathered from Mrs. Talbert's note that she either was deteained on a boat off the Boardwalk, or expected to be. . . . But I could see both cabins, and there wasn't any place where Mrs. Talbert could have been hid- den. There vias only one sailor, asleep on a bunk. "But Captain King woke up in time," Inspector Parsons said "to follow you to shore in his dinghy. . . . You are right about one thing, however: Mrs. Talbert never was on that boat." • • * Mr. Wilmet spoke for the first time, his round pink face puckered in bewilderment: "But how can you be sure that Mrs. Talbert wasn't taken to that boat and murdered after this man was there? I understood from the newspaper that on< pair of those footprints was hers." "Miss Thorenson is evidently one woman who doesn't run to gossip. You had dinner with her, didn't you? . .". Those footprints, as I told her, did fit Mrs. Talbert's •hoes. Not the ones she was wear- ing that night, but another pair, identical in measurements except for one slightly damaged heel." Did he tell me that because he wanted it repeated? Christine wondered. But the inspector was going on. each word dropping like the tinkle of ice, "Mrs. Talbert, it happens, was killed in a wheel chair, her body wheeled to the booth and left there. The Coast Guard found the chair this morning under the edge of the Boardwalk not far away." • ♦ « ~ After a silence through which his words seemed to echo and re- echo he went on, "The man who had been pushing that chair has confessed." "Confessed?" The iroicc of Chandra, who un- til now had remained thought- fully aloof, rang out, sharply in- credulous. "Confessed," the inspector went on smoothly, "that the night be- fore the murder, he had left his chair to join a dice game, and that when he went back to the place when it should have been, it was gone. When we found it. the number-plates of the company had been removed, so that, in a crowd, it might have passed for any private chair." "But I should think" Bill said, "that the next .ide would have carried the chair tide would have walk and out to sea." "That was what the murderer thought when he hoisted it over the railing. . . . Perhaps he was hurried at the last moment, or â€" " the inspector paused as if to in- spect an idea â€" "perhaps he didn't know that except for a few times a year, with phenomenally high tides, the water doesn't come up under the walk at that particular point." * « * Christine said in a voice she hardly recognized as her own, "I thought the doctor said she must have been killed before 11.30. Up to that time, the Board- walk was crowded." "That's just the point. Miss Thorenson â€" the Boardwalk was crowded .\nd who, in a crowd like that, ever looks twice at the man pushing a wheel chair â€" or at the passenger Besides, this was an enclosed chair with sun- glass windows The booth into wh'ch h wheeled the body to un- load it was unlighted, and the point at which the chair was final- ly dicarded is the darkest part of the promenade, where few peo- ple walk." * « • Jaspar asked, his face chalk white "But how do you know that Mrs Talbert was murdered in that chair?" "Because," the inspector said, "in that chair w^ found frag- ments of the spectacles she had been wearing, and â€" various indi- cations of violence That letter to Captain King and the one to Miss Thorenson we found in Mrs. Talbert's purse â€" both probably forged as you have not failed to suggest â€" and those footprints â€" " Christine wondered why he glanced toward Bill Yardley- "were delib- erate attempts to frustrate justice." "If I'd been doing it," Bill put in, "I'd have looked to make sure the tide ordinarily came in that far, before I heaved the chair over." Chandra said very softly, "I find it impossible to believe that he did not at least â€" try to see." (.Continued Next Week^ Butterscotch â€" A Top Flavor Favorite Morale runs liigh in Camp when mail call brings a golden batch of Butterscotch biscuits. Here's the prescription for earning a special spot in a soldier's heart â€" Just whip up a bit of bran biscuit dough, spread lightly with a mixture of brown sugar and butter â€" bake, cool, wrap, and send. There'll be enough left when you're finished for your own picnic basket or dinner table. BRAN BUTTERSCOTCH BISCUITS H cup All-Bran 1 teaspoon baking powder ^ cup buttermilk 1 teaspoon salt IH e"ps flour Yi teaspoon soda ]-2 cup shortening Soak .â- \11-Bran in buttermilk. Sift flour, baking powder, salt and soda together. Cut in shortening until mixture is like coarse cornmeal. Add soaked All-Bran, stir until dough follows fork around bowl. Turn onto floured board, knead lightly a few seconds. Roll dough into an oblong about ]4 inch thick. Spread with 1 tablespoon soft butter and sprinkle with V4 cup brown sugar. Roll up like a jelly roll; cut into 1-inch slices Place slices cut side down close together in greased baking pan. Bake in hot even (4.')0 F.) about 12 minutes. Yield: 18 biscuits (Sy't inches in diameter.) YouHl enjoy our Orange Pekoe Blend -SAIADA -TEA CHRONICLES of GINGER FARM By Gwendoline P. Clarke I really believe if we said "sic- cum" to our old Ford it would go to the station and back again with- out anyone at the wheel. You see, hardly a week goes by without our noble chariot meeting trains twice and often three times each week. It is nice to have visitors, and meeting trains is all right but if the train happens to be an hour late â€" as it has been on two recent oc- casions â€" then one begins to chafe at the wasted time. However, it is just one of those things, I sup- pose. • • • Today, Partner's brother, his wife and little girl were here. Brother helped in the field and barn; his wife and I had one grand visit â€" in between getting meals and washing of course. Little Anne â€" well she seemed to be having the time of her hie . . . riding home atop a load of hay; gathering eggs, feeding chickens, playing with Tippy and coming to meals raven- ously hungry. In fact, she had such a good time she talked her Dad into promising he would come again towards the end of the week. So you sec what I mean about the old Ford, don't you? m * * Here is our latest bovine bed- time story. Partner went for the cows Wednesday morning and found a new calf. Mother and son were both doing well so he left them where they were. Later Partner noticed the calf had been deserted. He carried it into the stable thinking the mother would show up in a little while. But she didn't. At night I brought the cows to the barn to be milked. Partner immediately said â€" "Where's Mary?" "I don't know," I answered, "I didn't see a sign of her." Well, while Partner was milking I vol- unteered to find Mary and to bring her home. I found her â€" but I didn't bring her home. She was away over by the back-line fence with another calf! Back I came again to report my findings â€" but why, oh why, does a cow, when she stays away, have to clioose the farthermost corner of the farm. This time both Partner and I went to find contrary ilary. Part- ner had to carry the calf across the creek and most ot the way home as it was still somewhat wobbley on its legs. From then on it was my job to feed the twins â€" one with a bottle for the first two feedings, the other with a pail. Come the fourth day, even though I straddled them at feeding time, those calves were strong enough to take me for a ride around the pen and half drown me in milk. Pretty little things, calves! To- day a trucker came in and took the twins away. SUN DA Y SCHOOL LESSON August 20. THE PROPHET IN THE UFE OF ISRAEL I Samuel 3:19â€"7:17 PRINTED TEXT, I Samuel 8: 19-21; 7:3-12. GOLDEN TEXT. â€" He that hath my word, let him speak my word faithfully. Jeremiah 23:28. Memory 'Verse: Thou art nigh, O Jehovah. Psalm 119: 151. THE LESSON IN ITS SETTING Time. â€" The chronology of the period of the Judges is exceedingly difficult, but, according to the most recent calculations of archaeologists, the events of our lesson may be said to fall somewhere between 1050 and 1025 B. C. Place. â€" There are many geo- graphical designations in our lesson, but for the printed text the main one is Mizpah, a town in Benjamin. Samuel's Early Ministry "And Samuel grew, and Jehovah was with him, and did let none of his words fall to the ground." From his earliest childhood Samuel had been a holy God-tearing youth. It is said of him then that the Lord was with him, and that all of his prophecies proved true in the end. ".\nd all Israel from Dan even to Beer-sheba knew that Samuel was ot true repentance." If they would be delivered from their bon- dage and misery they must banish the false Gods from their midst and return to God in a spirit of true hu- mility, serving Him alone. One God Only "Then the children of Israel did put away The Baalim ani the .-Ksh- taroth, and served Jehovah only... And Samuel judged the children of Israel in Mizpah." They had tried to serve both Je- hovah and Baal, but this h.id proved impossible for God will not have a rival. Therefore Israel put away the strange Gods and 'served the Lord only'. Pouring out the water was a symbolical expression of the pour- ing out of the heart before God in penitence and suppHcation. Their HARNESS & COLLARS Farmers Attention â€" Consult your nearest Harness Shop about Staco Harness Supplies. 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They had faith in the in- tercession of Samuel and were sure his prayers in their behalf would prevail with God. ".\nd as Samuel was offering up the burnt-offering... and pursued the Philistines, and smote them, until they came under Beth-car." When God intervenes He discom- fits His enemies, they become para- lyzed with fear, defeated before the battle begins. The Israelites, tak- ing full advantage of the confusion and panic among their enemies, smote them and defeated them. The Stone of Help "Then Samuel took a stone, and set it between Mizpah and Shen, and called the name of it El)en-ezer, saying. Hitherto hath Jehovah helped us.'' This stone was to be a silent witness to the truth, that they owed their victory not to their own strengtli and skill, but to the strong arm of the Lord. God's help in the past is a pledge to us that He will be our helper ai;d strength in the days that He before us. India's Railwa_ys India already enjoys a transport system second to none in .\sia. 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