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6 THE COLBORNE EXPRESS. COLBORNE, ONT., THURSDAY, JANUARY 12. 1928 Carolyn What has gone before Death strikes Garrett Folsom while "Wimmmg at Ocean Town, n.j. Investigation shows he has been stabbed "death under the wauer. v -if0m's companions were Roper rvevilie a business partner; Mrs. iie en Barnaby and Carmelita Valdon. should be before a witness. So come along." Meantime, Angelica, not at all averse to her part of the game, hiked merrily along, noting with darting! mjss pair> K eyes the suit of every man she passed. sadness in M„ ... Though a striking figure in her bright that, after all, this wooden . . Wo^^'fatp'rd aSSLf^.Jr^^^~J>»- the man he had attended, landing, next to Ned Barron, But the man was not communicative. Respectfully he answered her questions, carefully he guarded her footsteps, but outside that, he woodenfaced, obsequh Garrett Folsom had trained him to be. "Where were you at the time your master was killed?" she asked, at last, more because she could think of nothing else to say about it, than anything. "In his apartment, waiting for him, he replied, and a tone of made her think known as the copper king. Anastasia Folsom, eccentric and masterful sister of the dead man, arrives and takes command. At the inquest it is learned that the death weapon was a pichaq, an Oriental knife, and it had been bought on the boardwalk. It is also learned that one Croydon bears, who was in Barron's party, is a fancier of curious knives. Anastasia engages Titus Riggs, an architect, to vfoik on the case. Dan Pelton, the dead man's nephew, arrives and is intrigued by some curious French dolls in Folsom's room. He believes his uncle had been blackmailing several people and he and Riggs discover suspicious documents in Folsom's effects, bearing the initials of Croydon Sears. Riggs questions Sears and is answered curtly. Others act suspiciously, including Ned Barron's wife, Madeline. Croydon Sears' initials are discovered in a notebook of Folsom's and Pelton thinks his uncle had been doing been presumptuous, but I some blackmailing. Robin Sears, ! ■ lydon's son, is worried now that suspicion is resting on his father. Riggs tells him he has learned that Croydon Sears : ad purchased a third dagger. Angelica Fair, Robin's fiancee, nuestions Ross, the dead man's former valet, who tells her he thinks Sears had visited\at Folsom's home. voluminous and, blown by the breeze,! «you were fond 0f Mr. Folsom?" gave her more the effect of a sea gne said, gently. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER XXXIII. "Then my father had a good reason for not mentioning the third," Robin Scars said promptly. "And is that third weapon the one that pierced the, tody of Garrett Folsom, when my father was several hundred feet "Now, Robin," Angel Fair said, her eyes full of understanding, but her lips setting themselves in a firm line, "don't take it that way. I mean, we ail know and appreciate your resentment and your indignation, but they won't get us anywhere. Let's hear all Mr. Riggs can tell us, and then go to work on this new evidence." Tite Riggs looked at her admiringly. Moreover, as there were many thousand bathing suits more conspicuous than hers and some less so, she was not so noticeable as might appear. At last a sixth sense seemed to apprise her that she was being followed. She turned, quickly and suddenly, and found she was right, but the follower was Ross, the valet of the murdered man, and the servant of his nephew. Angel had seen him at the inquest, and once or twice since had seen him talking to Tite Riggs on the boardwalk. She looked at him with questioning] eyes but a calm absence of fear or! even indignation. "Well?" she said. "Pardon me, Miss Fair. I may have you walking alone, and I followed, be- "Yes, because?" she spoke evenly and looked straight at him. He met her gaze squarely. "I will tell you, ma'am. Because I saw some men looking after you, and j M: alone, and I feared there fond as a man may be of his master who employs him." "Dumbbell!" she remarked to herself. But aloud, she said: "Ross, who killed Mr. Folsom?' If she had hoped to scare him into a more lifelike demeanor, she failed, for he only said, gravely: "I don't know, Miss Fair. There wero many who had motive, there -were many thousands who had opportunity, but from them all I can make no selection. I supposed, though, the detectives would do so, before this." "Have you any reason to think it was Mr. Sears?" "Mr. Sears?" "Yes, Mr. Croydon Sears." "No, Miss Fair, I've no reason to "Do you know Mr. Sears?" "I have seen him, of course, but I don't know him--not as I may say I know Mr. Neville, or the more intimate friends of my late master." "I suppose, naturally, you knew only the men who came to Mr. Folsom's home, not his business friends?" "Yes, Miss Fair." 'Then," she turned on him, "then, Sears must have been at his home. Chester, took them Into a private "I'd like to know," Robin began, l, no n«d un, "if you'd be good enough to tell me servant thatf of all the knives or daggers my father has bought here." "I can tell you of most of them," was the reply, "but some small items are sold in bundles, as we call them, and so are not recorded individually." "I should think an antique dagger of sufficient importance to be recorded," Robin said, and, as the fire in his eye was growing brighter under the irritation of the other's suavity, Riggs took a hand. "Never mind the value or Importance of the sale," he suggested, "just tell us what your records charge to Mr. Croydon Sears." The list was interesting, though not long, and the net result of information was that Croydbn Sears had bought, in all, six daggers of antique Oriental workmanship. Robin was amazed, for he knew of only the two that were acknowledged at the inquest. But he preserved a quiet sternness >w; indeed, the young face grew >re composed as the situation seemed to acquire seriousness. 'The police have interviewed you as to all this " he asked of Mr. Gid-dings. "Many times, especially twenty-four hours." "Why so much questioning' "SALADA" sealed In air-tight metal is the modern tea--dust-free--pure--fresh--delicious. Sold by all grocers, 75c to $1.05 per lb. Bulk tea, with dust weighed In, Is a relic of the old days--new methods have displaced It. "SALADA" ^Sr^Bild^f^I bbs Robin did as bidden, and was morej drunkenness. The new impetus of than slightly mystified to find the religious propaganda shows that there s to his father's secretary, might be a possibility of their speaking to you." His face, honest, earnest and cere, carried its own guaranty, and while he stood in the conventional attitude of the well-trained servant, he seemed to show almost a fatherly for the perhaps imprudent girl who had wandered so far alone. "You are right, Ross--your n is Ross, isn't it? And it was because of my eagerness to accomplish a tain purpose that I have come farther than I meant to. I wonder if you can help me," she said, suddenly, for the man was in his bathing suit. "Have you seen in bathing a man in a green suit?" "A green suit?" and the puzzled face broke into a smile. "No, miss. Is that what you are looking for?" "Yes, I am. Have you se^i one on anybody? Not today--but, well, any - " ■ he said- time. I say, Ross, walk along the you're right," said Robin, his eyes 'beach with me; toward home. I want ddenly opened. "That's Dad's atti-[to ^jjj wjth you." de--high and mighty, scornful, ( Garrett Folsom's valet was too well ove-suspicion gesture. All right,; trained an.d too experienced to be sur-ggs, just how far is this suspicion ' prised at anything his superiors asked iced and by whom? or ordered, and he fell into step with "The police don't voice it audibly,! fo.er a£ once. t it's like a distant rumble of thun-1 «And keep your eye out for a man r and all that sort of thing. They in a green bathing suit," she added, as c gathering a little more evidence they went on> d then they propose to come out in Angel was pieased at meeting this man, for she suddenly realized that it was better to have an attendant and, as he was so closely connected with the tragedy of the hour, he might tell her something about it. md declare their beliefs." "That my father killed Mr. Fol- "It may come to that." "And the motive?" "They expect to get that later. You e, if they get circumstantial evi-rettjj firmly established, they i he?" Ross looked surprised at her excitement. "Why, yes--I think he was." CHAPTER XXXIV. "You think! Don't you know? Don't you know whether Croydon Sears was ever at Mr. Folsom's home?" Angelica Fair insisted. "He was once, to my knowledge," replied Ross. "What was the occasion?" "It was a sort of reception, Miss Fair. Mr. Fob exhibition of his art treasures. You know, Mr. Folsom traveled a lot and collected many things such as interest Mr. Sears. I remember seeing him at that time, but I'm not sure of any other time, Miss." "Oh, well, I don't believe it meters. I don't believe I know much about detective work. And anyway, I don't believe Mr. Sears killed Folsom, do you?" "I shouldn't think so, ma'am," with that they were in sight of Majusaca and Angel scurried off to her bathhouse. As Robin Sears and Riggs entered the auction room, it was Robin who took the lead. Demanding the proprietor, tone which brought him a warning nudge from Riggs, he asked for private interview. On learning who he was, this was readily granted, and Mr. Giddings, who represented the absent Mr. Bar- rx ahead." Robin thought a moment. "Then I have two things to do--I mean right now. I must hunt that green bather that Dad said can prove he was not near Folsom, and I must interview the auction man. Which ivill you do, Ar.gel?" Tit;- Riggs smiled. "I'll go along the beach," she said, at once, "and see if I see our verdant friend. You get dressed and take up the auction end of it, and we'll meet at luncheon." "Right," said Robin. "Good hunt- The girl swung off down the beach, a shining figure in her bright colored garb, and Robin turn-ad to Riggs. "I don't get it," he said, simply, "but Angel's right. It's no time to stand around and say, 'How dare you, sir!' It's time for action." "Why not go straight to your father and put it to him?" "Well, you see," Robin smiled, "Angel hasn't spoken to him as she did to me, and he's still in a high-hat stage. He'd say, 'My son, we Searses. don't commit murder," and let it go at that. No, I know my Dad, and I've pretty well sounded him out on this thing, and for the moment, anyway, I've got to do a little sleuthing on my own. Take me back on the force, will you?" His funny smile was a little crooked at the corners, for, after all, Robin was only twenty-six, and to have the j honor of the whole Sears line on his i shoulders was a responsibility. j "Glad to," said Riggs. "Now, I do! think that you're the one to go to see ■ Barchester; that's the auctioneer." j "What an impressive name." I "Very. Shall I go with you?" "I'm not afraid of the beetle, but I! think whatever transpires between "Because they want to be sure that was Mr. Sears who bought the dagger that killed Mr. Folsom," Giddings replied, straightforwardly. "Of course, that needn't mean that Mr. Sears used it," he added quickly as he noted Robin's face. No, it needn't," said that young n, with quiet simplicity. "And have the police assured themselves?" asked Riggs. "We can't be positive," Giddings returned. "When Mr. Sears came the second time that evening he was not so much interested, for the sales were of small lots or single pieces of small value. But he did pick up two or three numbers, one of which contained an old pichaq." "Then why isn't that positive?" broke in Robin quickly. "Because there was another bundle or lot sold, which also contained an _____old pichaq, and no one can say which was having a small was the weapon later exhibited at the - inquest." "I see," said Robin, thoughtfully. "And who bought the other bundle?" "That we can't say. It was a stranger, and his name, though given, has been found to be fictitious." "Then he's your murderer!" cried Robin. "Of course, he'd give a fictitious name, and, on the other hand, do suppose my father would be such >1 as to buy a dagger here where well knovin and thenfg'o out and Lebody with it?" Mr. Giddings only murmured polite words that sounded well but meant nothing;, and the two went away and walked slowly toward home. "You see," began Robin eagerly, but the other stopped him. "Listen here, boy," Riggs said. "Say all you like to me, or to your father, or to your sweetheart, but don't air your views on detection in public." i "Why not?" "Just for one reason: that they are' invariably wrong. For instance, the buyer of that bundle giving a fictitious name doesn't write him down a murderer at all. He may be an antique dealer in a small way, who, if he gave his real name and had his purchases traced, could not put upon them the exorbitant prices which he no doubt plans to do. Next, granting your father bought that dagger, and subsequently chose to use it on somebody, that would not prove him a fool, because whoever did the killing depended on the sea to hide* forever the weapon of his guilt, not realizing that it would almost inevitably be found." "Then he WAS a fool." "lo, I should have thought myself' that the heavy metal would have been ground into the sand forever." I 'Next, Riggs, old man," Robin said, jaws set like a fighter, "we go! ?.ight to Croydon Rochestei with this tale." We?" message and said: "Rush Fleming Stone here as possible." Implicitly confident as Robin of his father's innocence, it w satisfaction to note how the elder had looked as he grasped the situation. To be sure, he had waited moments to consider; to be sure, he had sent a hurry call for a great the last and famous detecti clear eyes had shown no hint of fear or shame and his face, though grave, was calm and serene as he looked at sent for Stone," Croydoi Sears told Riggs. "Fleming Stone!" "Yes. Not every one could com mand his services so quickly, but he and I are old friends, and I happen to know he is on vacation and I' sure he will not only be glad to cor to my assistance but he will enj< a few days down here." "Your assistance?" and Tite Rigj looked frankly curious. "Yes, just that. No, Tite, I didn't murder Garrett Folsom, not that. But there are reasons, strong reasons, why I want the murderer found, the mystery solved." (To be continued.) Freud Believes Religion is Dying No Longer Able to Guide Man Toward Moral Perfection, Says Psychoanalyst Worried About America Bedlin--In his new book, "The Future of an Illusion," Sigmund Freud, founder of psychoanalysis, attempts to show that the days of religious education are numbered and that religion is no longer able to guide mankind toward moral perfection. Religion, according to Freud, is mere illusion. Gods, he says, were created by man. Psychoanalysis, he asserts, has spread the knowledge of this in widening circles. Nevertheless, he declares, this knowledge is dangerous. "As long as the oppressed masses could be maintained in the belief," he says, "t'hat one still Believes in God, everything was all right. 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