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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, tOLBORNE, ONT., 'JULY 2f, "1938 Of Special Interest to Women Readers THE AVENGER by Walter Fordcr CHAPTER XXI. A Coward Alone Echoes, echoes, whenever he moved, and nerve-racking silence when he paused to listen. To listen--to what? The distant surge ot the sea, or to dim echoes created by his careful creeping around the house? Benson, like a furtive shadow, crept from room to room in the great shuttered mansion. Deserted fcy all his helpers, and robbed by the han 1 of the Avenger of his two accomplices, Benson took refuge behind locks, bolts and bars. Fear-Bomely he wandered from bolted door to shuttered window. From room to room, up to the topmost turret and back again to the cellars beneath--cunningly contrived cellars, too, permitting of a dozen exits, but each of them now a possible source of danger to the fear-hunted Outside, somewhere in the darkness, lurked death, stalking around the walls: The Avenger, who had sworn thaf he should complete the trio of the doomed. Whisky did little to help and only served to inflame his brain and conjure up still more dreaded phan- So, from each dim and shuttered apartment Benson crept with shuffling feet, and palsied hands; every cupboard held for him an unseen assassin, and each corner masked the death he feared. The sound of a softly closing door brought the blood to his head with a dazing rush; his ears throbbed with the bea'ing of drums and his eyes made fantasy of things around. The Sound of His Heart For some minutes Benson stood facing a door, irresolute and panicky, listening to the beating of his OWli heart ami stifling his breath to ffe H III1 ink Blimp--bump--bump! - -a**-** Somtwh-re down in the basement in the labyrinth of those cellars, somerai -- something -- was moving. With di.Jculty he suppressed a cry, and waited for a further sound. The certainty wa3 that he was not, as he thought, alon:. Someone was in the house with him. He cursed again the cowardly butler, who bad decamped aftrr the death of West, and he cursed his own folly ■ ' flying before. Creak--creak--creak! Slowly, and taking his time, someone was coming up the stairs --through dcors that Benson knew he had locked. Up the stairs, coming to th_ room in which he stood . . . Panic caught him in a whirl and he stretched out a shaking hand for the whisky a d fumbled again for Jijs revolv, to rjassure himself IhTt'heltad" it safely. Stealthy Footsteps Nearer--nearer. ... On the landing, along the corridor. Stealthy footsteps . . . Moving even Then a pause outside the very door itself! "Stop!" Benson's voice was harsh and cracked. "I've got the door covered. The guy who enters, dies-- d'yer hear? I've got the door covered." kcue No. 30--'38 ing lungs; but outside the door-- silence. He glared round the brilliantly lit room and attempted to collect The smouldering fire, with the small table by the side of his chair with whisky and sandwiches--everything seemed so normal, and everything was so quiet. So quiet. It was unbearable, this silence. "Who are you, what do you want?" he croaked. "See here, can't we come to terms, you and I? You've had your share of revenge Panting, he waited for an answer; then, with almost a feeling of relief, he saw the door was opening. Slowly it widened until it disclosed the blackness of the corridor beyond, but the door aperture was innocent of any form or person. With a snarl of fright, Benson blazed away with his pistol; bang-- bang--bang! The reports in that room were stunning. There came a splintering of glass as the bullets shattered a mirror on the distant wall--then silence again. CHAPTER XXII Over the misty dunes, that scrubby tract of coarse grass and sand at the cliff top, passed many dim forms. Above them flickered Benson's signalling apparatus, flashing the continually discharged beam with its red flare. On, off. On, off. Its monotonous repetition expressed the desperation of the hunted man within. "Looks to me like a set signal," said Hunter. "It's sending out an S.O.S. to sea, and means that Benson is cornered." "I guess you're right, sir," agreed the police sergeant, noting the eerie effect of the coloun hanging over the supposec elclIE V • "Look!" Hunter indicated the dark sea. From afar, like a twinkling star, came the answering light. Wink, "There's our man, sir," agreed the officer. "Yes, now down on the beach rounding the house?" "Yes, sir." The Centre of the Cave Hunter smiled grimly to think of the care the law was taking to protect Benson from danger, just in order that he should answer for his crime before a tribunal of justice! In the darkness the sergeant and three men crept to the beach below. Standing in the very run of the surf they presently heard the bumping of rowlocks and oars, and a moment later a ship's long-boat ran nosing into the sand. "Bow far do you reckon we are from the cave, Jake?" asked a "'Bout centre of it, sir, judging by Mr. Benson's light. Gosh! darn that light, sir--guess he's gone mad to let the thing racket like that!" wrong. Keep a sharp eye and give me the whistle if anything's amiss." There was a splashing and surging of forms of men through the surf. Smothered cries and oaths came from the dark, and a sprawling constable splashed into the white foam of an in-running wave. ike it quietly; we're the "Police . . . What's wrong?" eclaimed the nasal tones of one of i in the boat. "What have i riAlit- see you don't do it. Nc along, both of you." "Drag the boat up the beach and bring 'er along," the sergeant ordered, saying which, he headed back his little party to where the others were watching the house of the To Save the Last One "Got 'em," he whispered proudly. "Couple o' Yanks they sound to The flash of a torch disclosed the wet and dripping forms of two alarmed men hand-cuffed to two constables. They were lean and weedy in appearance, and both wore stained and dirty overalls, like those of "Say, what's the game?" com- "No game," answered Hunter. "We're trying to save the man in that house from what appears to be certain death. His name's Benson. You're from Strathleven?" The man stared and blinked. "Say, jest who are you?" he began. "That does not concern you. Benson is in that house. 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They are simple, with very short sleeves and easily fitted shoulders. Now It's RASPBERRIES He] are a few sugges vill help you to sers as many different ways as possible, while the short season lasts. In the past, strawberries have seemed to have a monopoly on shortcakes but it's time raspberries got a break. Raspberry shortcake is quite as good as strawberry but has been sadly neglected in favor of the latter. Try it while the berries are at their best. RASPBERRY SHORTCAKE 3 cups sifted cake flour 3 teaspoons baking powder 1 teaspoon salt Vz cup butter or other short- % cup milk (about) 2 quarts fruit. Sift flour once, measure, add baking powder and salt and sift again. Cut in shortening. Add milk gradually until soft dough is formed. Roll % inch thick on slightly floured board. Cut with 3-inch floured biscuit cutter. Place half of circles on baking You'll Race Through This Laura Wheeler Jiffy Crochet CROCHETED BOLER' 1745 A trim bolero in a lacy stitch that goes along quickly in two strands of string! Crochet it to wear over your afternoon or evening dresses. Pattern 1745 contains directions for making bolero; illustration of it and of stitches; materials required. Send 20 cents in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pat-ern to Wilson Needlecraft Dept., 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto. Write plainly pattern number, your name and address. of any secret entrance? He's barred and bolted himself in." "Why?" stared the man. "There's no time for that now. Let me tell you that both West and McClintock are dead." "Dead" . . . The pair gulped at the news. "Yes. Killed by someone who is at this moment somewhere about." As he spoke he indicated the surrounding dark. "He's waiting to get Benson, and we want him first. Now, how do you get in?" "This gospel? You ain't shootin' , a muff's game, are you?" the man who appeared to be something akin to a skipper or captain made ans- signal up He's Cornered "Doesn't that frantic there mean anything to ; ped out Hunter. "Gosh! You're right. There came the dismal howling from the surf below; and coming suddenly it chilled the blood of the listeners; at the same momen muffled report of three explosi came from the darkened house. "Say, that's all right--don't letj Pete the hound alarm you," commenced the seafaring man. "If, as you say, there's been trouble here, he may have got loose and is puttin' in an extra show ( his own." "Ycu know of this dog, then asked Hunter. "Sure, he's a decent hound, oi of Benson's set-pieces in his ghos stuff--to scare off nosey parkersl when we're .running the goodi Ominious Pistol Shots With a series of yelps the phaa torn hound approached them, pi; ly visible, for the poor brute s had traces of the luminous p£ cloying hi coat. "Here, Pete!" softly called thi seaman, and in excited responsi the massive hound nosing and fussing < he was familiar, making all thos< extravagant expressions of joy thaj only dogs do. "There you se spoke quietly, "there is the laying] He broke off, and all eyes turned to the blackly silhoutted outline of the barred and shuttered mansion. "Hullo! What now?" Over the unkempt gardens which separated them from the house came frenzied screams, terrible to hear, for they were the cries of a man demented with fear. Above in the night sky glared that ominious red cloud, alternating between a dim shadow of grey and a blood red. As Hunter raced ahead of the men with a cry of, "We're late-- the Avenger is inside," the thought flashed into his mind that the fiery cloud was a fitting funeral pyre to the lives of men who had lived by bloodshed. Those pistol shots from within the house were ominous; the bullets which accompanied them might have robbed Mm of his quarry--or sheet; brush with melted butter. Place remaining circles on top and butter tops well. Bake in hot oven (450 degrees P.) 15 to 20 minutes. Cut fruit in small pieces or slices and sweeten slightly. Separate halves of hot biscuits, spread bottom half with soft butter and sweetened fruit. Place other half on top, crust-side down. Spread with butter and remaining fruit. Garnish with whipped cream and additional fruit. Serves 8. FROZEN RASPBERRY DESSERT 4 cups raspberries Vz cup sugar Vi cup water 1 cup canned pineapple juice 1 package raspberry jelly pow- 1% cups cream, whipped. Crush 2 cups raspberries, add % cup sugar and water, let stand 10 minutes, then force through sieve. Combine I cup of this raspberry juice with pineapple juice and heat until warm. Dissolve jelly powder in warm juices. Chill. When cold and syrupy, place in bowl of cracked ice or ice water and whip with rotary egg beater until fluffy and thick like whipped cream. To remaining 2 cups raspberries, add Vz cup sugar and let stand 10 minutes (do not crush). Fold into whipped jelly mixture, then fold in whipped cream. Turn into freezing trays of automatic refrigerator and let stand 3 to 4 hours, or until frozen. Or turn into 2-quart container, cover with waxed paper, press cover tightly down over paper, and pack in equal parts ice and salt for 3 to 4 hours. Makes 2 quarts. RASPBERRY BAVARIAN CREAM 1 package raspberry jelly pow- 1 cup warm water 1 cup raspberry juice and cold Vz cup heavy cream 4 tablespoons sugar 1 cup fresh raspberries, crushed and drained. Dissolve jelly powder in warm water. Add raspberry juice and cold water. Chill until cold and syrupy. Fold in cream, whipped only until thick and shiny, but not stiff. Add sugar to berries. Fold into jelly mixture. Chill until slightly thickened. 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