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AT Tn SI tl Td er RX NE ox v5 4 7 i a N % oF 4 1 x ¥ A X 3 £ RR PTC a ae er REF ¥ a BEGIN HERE TODAY Henry Rand, 55, a business man, is found murdered in a cheap hotel in Grafton. Police find a woman's hand- kerchief and the yellow stub of a theatre ticket. Thc stub is traced to Ops Maynard, a cabaret signer. Olga tells police the .':ket stub and hand- kerchief were hers but must have been taken from her by a man who "picked her up" two nights before the murder. Jimmy, Henry's son, goes to Buffalo on the case but is warned to leave the city. He is followed and in he fight that follows he 1s getting tlic best of his opponent when he hears some one runing toward them in the darkness. NOW QO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XVIII. The patier o! running feet drew nearer, but the darkness, intensified by | "the drizzling rain, was like an im- penetrable screen, and Rand, with eyes straining, waited for the invis- ible runner to dra'v nearer to the light. The man who had collapsed against the wall was gathering himself to- gether. Jimmy Rand, looking off into the darkness, had his back to him and did not see the stealthy approach, the huge outstretched paws. A sudden sound behind him caused him to turn just in time to escape the other's grasp. Once more he backed away from his oppenant. A forrg took shape out of the dark- ness at I%s back. "Plug him, Kid!" There was the light of recognition in the big man's eyes. "Plug him, Kid, plug him!" Jimmy wheeled and caught a fleet- ing glimpee of a dark face and twisted nose and light glinting from a revol- ver. Without an instant's pause he left his feet and launched his flying body Eres the legs cf the new- comer. The man's feet shot from under him and he fell to the sidewalk, his right hand still brandishing the re- volver. He scrambled wildly to his feet, but thé catapult that had struck him had risen in a flash and was fly- ing down the street. He raised his hand and fired. Rand was twisting and dodging in his flight. The shots went wild, Jim- my pulled up, panting, at the gate in front of his rooming house and ran swiftly up the walk to the porch. There he waited and listened, but there was no pursuit; evidently his assailants had decided to leave before some policeman, attracted by the sound of shots, rhould appear to spoil their plans. He opened the front door, went in and slammed it shut, and then stood Jeaning against it, breathing deeply. The slamming door brought Mrs. King, the landlady. "Oh; it's you, Mr. Rand--why, Mr. Rand, you're hurt." Her hands, buried in the ca- pacious' pocket in the front of her gingham apron; were hastily with- drawn. They fluttered helplessly about her head. "You're bleeding." "Some one tried to hold me up, 1 guess, but I got away all right. My ear's cut a little; that's the only dam- age, 1 think." He moved to the telephone. "I'm going to call the police." Mrs. King, in a high state of tement, left and returned a little later with a basin of warm water and a towel, He hung up the receiver, and Mrs. King, in spite of his protests, pro- ceeded to bathe lis injured ear and to wash away the blood that had caked on his cheek and neck. "There was a telephone call for you yesterday, Mr. Rand." "Who was it?" he asked. 41 don't know. I thought it was queer at the time. A man called and asked for you. T said you had left town." "Was that all?" 'Oh, no. He said, 'Oh, is that so? and then I told him that you would be back in a day or so. He said, 'Oh, he will, will he?" and hung up." "And that was all he said?" "Yes, that was all. It was just the way that he said 'Oh, he will, will he? that struck me as being queer." Jimmy had risen. "What do you mean, Mrs. King, when you say it sounded queer?" QuauirY re mater- es. ials in modern sunlit factori Ne : cease, Ser be CKu Amps = EE "Why, I--I don't just know how to explain it. The man sounded disap- pointed, in a way, when I told him you were coming back. No, not ex- actly that, either. Not disappointed, but sort of surprised. I--I didn't like his tone. "You mean he sounded as if he ex- pected I had left town and was rather taken aback to learn = was return- ing. Is that it?" "Yes, you've put it' just right. I suppose 1'm foolish to imagine things like that. It might have been a good friend of yours--although I should think he'd have given his name." Jimmy was on his way up the stairs. "I don't think you're imagining any- thing, Mrs. King. I don't know who it was that called, but you may be sure it wasn't a frie.d." He turned away. "Im going to take a bath. Is there plenty of hot water?" "Yes, Mr. Rand. And you'll find liniment in the medicine chest." "By the way," he added, "I expect Lieutenant O'Day, a police officer. When he conies show him to my room, please. And--oh yes, Mrs. King, the next time you get a queer telephone call for me will you notify the chief operator and ask her to try to trace tm He was gone up the steps, leaving his landlady--hands locked together in her large apron pocket, mouth agape--agonized with curiosity. * . » * _ "And now tell me all about this little party you had, me lad." Lien- tenant O'Day, comfortably seated in an armchair, removed a fat black ei- gar from his cap and asked for a match. "It's against the regulations-- smoking on duty before midnight, but 1 was never one to look a regulation in the eye when my system's crying out. for the weed. Rand, don't take things too--what is it, no 7?--too lit- eral." Jimmy, propping himself up on the bed with a couple of pillows, a bath- robe covering his pajamas ang his feet thrust in a pair of felt bedroom slippers, laughed and lit a cigaret for himself. "It's not the breaking of regula- tions that counts so much, lieutenant, but the spirit in which they're broken. I'm glad to find that you don't take things too literally, "But heres what happened," and he told O'Day of the adventure he had just been through, beginning with the first of those premonitions that had made him so nervous and ending with his flight from the man with the gun. "T pot off pretty easy at that," he finished, exhibiting his torn ear. "Just this and a bruised shoulder." "And what do you make of it?" asked O'Day. "I'll tell you your opinion, O'Day puffed reflectively cigar. "Hm-m-m. fellow with the gun came running from the direction of this house here?" "Yes, Evidéntly he was a partner of the other man." > "Yeah, no question about that. Well, Rand, it might have heen a holdup. The smaller fellow with the gun went around the block to head you off at your house and the other man trailed vou. They had you headed off both ways. Th2 trouble is you upset their plans py not waiting. You got away with it because you surprised this guy off his feet." "You say you think it might have occen a holdup but doesn't it strike you as funny that those men should kvow where I lived?" "Well, yes. Mind you, I said it might have been an attempted holdup I'm not saying I think it was one. And, of course, it's not out of the question that a couple of stickup guys should take the trouble to find out where the party they're after lived. They might have been watching you for some time, waiting for the opportunity." "They were watching me, all right. Listen." And Jimmy told O'Day of the warning note he had received the night he left for Grafton and of the phone call that followed. "And now the landlady tells me I got another phone call yesterday from someone who seemed surprised to learn I was coming back to town." O'Day whistled. "Jumpin' Jerusa- lem! Why didnt you say something to me about this before? You've had a narrow squeak and no mistake." "Well, I'm no alarmist, but I con- fess this thing has got me guessing now. That letter and the phone calls and now this thing tonight--they all connect up pretty closely, don't they?" "Connect up? I'll say they connect up. Whoever wrote that note meant it. He wasn't bluffing. But who's after you, and what for? Are you holding something else back, Rand?" "Not another thing." He smiled. "Hereafter, lieutenant, you'll know every card that's played in this game. after you give me on his convinced that whoever is behind this chance. stop me in front of the house on the pretense of robbing me while the other sneaked up from behind and hit me over the head with that blackjack. Oh--I didn't show you that blackjack, did 1?" - ; "No," grunted O'Day. climbed down off the bed and Jim I didn't believe it before, but now I'm thing will murder me if he gets the I think their plan tonight was for the man with the revolver to still in his pocket, and he threw it down in O'Day's lap, a rough con- trivance of leather with a crudely fa- shiofied handle and a heavily weighted end. » 0'Dsy pulled out a pocket knife and ripped the stitches. "Filled with emery," he said after a short inspec- tion. "Heavy as lead almost, and in a strong man's hands capable of breaking a skull without cutting the scalp. It's home-made, which proves that the owner knew what he wanted with it." : He bit his cigar viciously. "Rand, who in the devil's behind this?" "Find the man that murdered my father and I'll tell you," said Jimmy. "You mean the same people who got your father are ufter you?" "Exactly. Somebody's afraid I'm going to find out something. Perhaps whoever it is things that because I'm here in Buffffalo I know more than I do. And another reason for connact- ing the two. I believe it is more than a coincidence that the weapon that killed my father was, as far as we've bien able to make out, exactly like that blackjack there. It might even have been the same cne, lieutenant." (To be continued.) re Agee What New York Is Wearing BY ANNABELLE WORTHINGTON Illustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur- nished With Every Pattern 2757 School girl smariness thoroughly Did you say this|expresses this model. It is exceedingly practical. It is erepy woolen in the fashionable rust brown coloring. The collar and cuffs of white pique, made detachable, may be readily laundered. The belt chooses leather with an enameled buckle, The tie is faille crepe silk. The wide box-plait effect of the skirt with pointed seaming through the hipline makes it very exclusive. An interesting feature of the wide plaits is that they are easily kept pressed in place. 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Such is the thrill of the pursuit of the succulent swordfish off Block Is- land, as described in the Hartford] "Courant," A eporter went sailing with Capt. Jack Millikin and Wilfred Pollard, the striker, on the sturdy Helene M. He listened to their tales and watched them playing with and hauling in the catch. With a harpoon deeply embedded in his flesh, we read, "the stricken mon- ster darts away, finning with racing- car swiftness." Thereafter: Swimming, twisting thrashing mad- ly, he strives frandcally to tear him- self free of the biting iron spear point, He cuts along the surface of the waves; he dives . or the bottom of the sea; but the harpoon and the harpoon rope hold tightly and the bulky keg, floating a> the other end of 300 feat of hemp, hampers and exhausts him. "The fishermen watch him go, Not a move to stop him. They know he Lasn't one chance in a hundred of liv- ing-more than an hour longer... Give hin. his last desperate frolic with the waves--when he has spent his last strength in vicious, vain surges, he will be hauled aboard with less danger tc man and vessel from tossing bulk and three-foot rapier." Most of the day, however, the thrili- hunting reporter had to forego such exciting scenes, and take his adventure at second hand, in the form of stirring tales of swordfisly catches of the past. Jv was a day when the fish were keep- ing themselves out of sight, as, indeed, they have been doing to a decided ex- tent this season. But, suddenly, at about two o'clock in the afternoon something happened, on which we read: On deck, no one knows just what is going on; all that is evident is that the schooner's course has been changea, the engine slowed, and that all three of the lookout men are peering to port. No commotion, no shout of "look, over there." But Ernest Pollard ..as spot- ted a fish, finning leisurely and aim- lessly, 300 yards away. The next move--strongly indicative of approaching excitement--Wilfred Goes a "wire act," with an agility worthy of a big-top acrobat. In a twinkling he slides down the wire from the masthead to its end halfway out on the pulpit plank. A step and he is on the platform, the harpoon unbound and poised, the thrower leaning over the iron railing, awaiting the exact instant for the $50 thrust! Tense and ready he stands. The bow slowly swings around. Now, for just a fraction of a second, the pulpit, bobbing twelve feet above the water, i. exactly over the great fish. i The thrust--a short powerful stroke downward, shoving the dart sharply through the scales and:into the flesh of the fish, swimming tree feet below the surface! Frantic, desperate--the great fish, luminous blue in a frame of 'white as ~ churns the water, twists and whirls | and darts off. | "Got him!" the shout goes up with enthusiasm. "He was on "he move, so I couldn' hit him quite square, but I guess it'll stay in," from Wilfred, relaxing after the tense moment, All in the day's work for him, but exciting, and hard on the nerve and muscle, all the same. "What a swell shot--that was just great," acclaimed the thrilled city boys. The fish is out of sight, "perhaps on his way to the bottom of the ocean, but the harpoon rope is strongly tied to the dart, and the clumsy keg re- stricts the swordfish's death dashes. The keg bobs around on the sea, and we know that the fish is down there, somewhere, but aside from that we forget him for the moment. Reading on: The engine sounds again, the look- out'posts are manned, and the Helene M. cruises for nearly half an hour. If there was one swordfish in the vi- cinity, why not another? But no more are seen, and th» craft circles back to the keg. There is elation aboard as the keg to play the fish. He hauls in a dozen feet of line and then feels half of it slip back through his hands as the fish displays reluctance aplenty. Thus it gaining on the fish 'and the coiling twenty Jeet of rope for every ten that he yields. - Finally the sword breaks the sur- Just Off the Boardwalk _Fireproof Construction On a Residential Avenue | mr sm barbed spear--a writhing,|. is picked up and as Wilfred begins | by far the finest flavour kL 'Fresh from the gardens' face. The captain sinks a boathook into the twisting body. With a butcher knife mounted at the end of an oar he slashes at a vital spot. A cloud of blood darkens a square of water; thus is fish vitality sapped and the task of cleaning made easier. A fluke-rope is slipped around the body, the tail, fins holding it in place. The hoist turns, the rope tightens and the fish rises, shimmering, twisting, splashing. Tail first and cword last, he leaves his blue ocean home forever, to flop ignominiously on deck. 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Sir George Astor, formerly of the British Naval Intell gence Department and the Secre- tariat of the War Cabinet, in his book, "Secret Service," just publishe ed. Sir George term the trick "the best bit of bluff that I have come across in Eastern warfare outside the tales of the Old Testament." He calls it "The Tale of the Baited Haversack." The device was used by Lord Allen- by in October, 1917, to deceive the Turks. "By successful surprise," Sir George writes, "a very strong position, vitally important for fur ther operations, was taken -with trif- ling loss." In the Summer of 1917 the Turks were strongly entrenched in a posi- tion that extended from Gaza, on the Mediterranean Sea, inland about thirty miles to Beersheba. Allenby's tront extended from the coast oppo- site to Gaza for a distance inland of about twenty-two miles to a place called Gamli. Suprise Deemed Essential "Allenby decided that surprise was essential to avoid the holocaus. of slaughter, with uncertain results," Sir George writes, "which would have been involved by undertaking anoth- er big and decisive attack upon the barbed-wire entanglements and ela~ borate defences of the Gaza sector. If, by any possibility, the Turkish left flank could be turned, the Gaza defenses 'would perforce be evacuats ed. "This was Allenby's plan: An ats tack would be made upon Gaza sup. ported by a bombardment from the sea to deceive the enemy. On the other, decisive, flank (inland), Beer- sheba would first be taken by sur- prise and then, helpec by the walls of Beersheba, the troops for the main attack could assemble on the high ground north and northwest of the place, 'Secrecy first' was the motto. While secrecy meant almost certain success, discovery might mean costly failure." - An official of the intelligence de- 'partment, to whom Sir George gives the name of "Mannering," was called in, Oct. 31 was to be the fateful day "for the surprise attack upon Beershe- ba. The object was to convey two misleading impressions to the Turks. One of these was that there would be no serious attack until late in Novems ber and the other was that the attack, when it did come, would be made against the Gaza position on the ex- treme left. Sent Misleading Messages "September was spent in creating an atmosphere by varicus methods, such as sending misleading messazes which the Turks, by various ruses, had been taught how to solve, with- out realizing the situation. So valu. able were these disclosures believed to be that ome of the Turkish wire- less receiving stations was specially allotted the task of listening-in on the should be missed." "Mannering" decided to deczive the Turks by losing a specially baited haversack under such conditions that would avert all suspicion of a ruse, In deciding upon the nature of the bait, the impression that was likely to be conveyed upon the Germanh and Turkish minds was the main poin.. To avert suspicion that the sack had been lost purposely, five twenty- pound notes were placed in a mnote- book which went into the sack. The notebook was a certain "army form," and contained abundant evidence that it was the property of a staff officer serving at Allenby's .'general head- quarters. It was a genuine note- book, with plenty of old entries of interest (though none of value) to the enemy, but the latest entries and enclosures were calculated to mis- lead." The next thing put into the bag had an intimate human touch. It was a faked lette: tu a husband from his wife in England reporting the arrival of a first-born son. It was calculated the Turks would be- lieve that no man would part willing- ly with such a letter. Chased by Turkish Patrol Then into the sack went the vital military material which was designed to deceive the Turks as to the com= ing movements of the British. These consisted of letters, general orders and maps. On Oct. 10 "Mannering" added a parcel containing luncheon to the contents of the baited haver- sack, mounted his horse and rode off into No Man's Land. Soon he encountered a Turkish mounted patrol, which gave chase, Mannering fled, loosening the straps of his baited haversack, his field glasses, waterbottle, and rifle, which he had first smeared with fresh blood. The Turks recovered the baited sack and were deceived by its con- tents, Sir George relates. Work on the Turkish tremches at the point where the British intended attacking began to slacken and troops were meet the attack. As a consequence, Sir George relates, the Turks at Beer 'sheba' were taken by surprise. This success by the British, he says, laid | open the left flank of the main Turk- | ish position for a decisive 'blow by | the British. The British military success continued and on the follow . 28 Dec. 9 Jerusalem was surrender- Saysa Trick Won British wave-length so that nothing . concentrated at the wrong point to