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I gi Ey { The Green Murder Casc $ BY 8. 8. VAN DINE. « SYNOPSIS. Philo Vance becomes Interested in the Green Murder Case after Julia Greene is killed and her sister Ada is wounded: There are Mrs. Greene, and five children, Julia, Chester, Sibella, Rex and Ada, an adopted daughter, living in the 'old Greene mansion. jester Greene is the next victim, murdered in his bedroom." Sibella seems to be on intimate terms with Dr. Von Blon, the young family physician. Ada goes to District Attorney Markhamn's office. While she is there Rex is mur- dered in his bedroom. In each case there are footprints outside the house. Dr. Von Blon reports that deadly doses of morphine and strychnine have been stolen from his bag at the Greene house. The next morning Ada is poisoned with morphine, but the doctor reaches her in time. The same iight Mrs, Greene dies of strychnine poisoning. Ada and Sibella are the only survivors. Vance cross examines the cook and finds that she is Ada's mother, CHAPTER XXXVHIL-- (Cont'd) "Miss Ada and Miss Sibella are both out, sir." The butler's unemo- ticnal tone sounded strangely incon- gruous in the tense atmosphere we had brought with us. "When do you expect them back?" "I couldn't say, sir. They went out motoring together. They probably won't be gone long. Would you gentle men care to wait?" Vance hesitated. "Yes, we'll wait," he decided, and walked toward the drawing room. But Le had barely reached the arch- way when he turned suddenly and called to Sproot, who was retreating slowly toward the rear of the hall. "You say Miss Sibella and Miss Ada went motoring together? How long ago?" "About fifteen minutes--maybe twenty, sir." A barely perceptible lift of the man's eyebrows indicated that he was greatly astonished by Vanee's sudden change of manner. "Whose car did thoy go in?" "In Dr. Von Blon's/ He was here to tea" . "And who suggested the ride, Sproot?" "I really couldn't say, sir. They were sort of debating about it when I came in to clear the tea things." "Repeat everything you heard!" Vance spoke rapidly and with more than a trace of excitement. "When I entered the room the doc- tor was saying as how he thought it would be a good thing for the young ladies to get some fresh air; and Miss S'bella said she'd had enough fresh rir." "And Miss Ada?' . "I don't remembe: her saying any- thing, sir." "And they went cut to the car while you were here?" . "Yes, sir. I opened the door for them." "And did Dr. Von Blon g) in the rar with them?" "Yes. 1 believe they were to drop him at Mrs. Riglander's, where he bad a professional call to make, From what he said as he went out I gather ec. that the young ladies were then to take a drive and Lat he was to call here for the car after dinner." "What!" Vance stiffened, and his eyes burned the old butler, "Quick, Sproot! Mrs. Riglander lives?" b.lieve." the doctor has arrived." impassive way in which the men went * the telephone to comply with this astonishing-and seemingly incompre- hensible request. his face was expressionless, "The doctor has not arrived at Mrs. Riglander's, sir," he reported. "He's certainly had time," Vance commented, half to himself. Then: "Who drove the car when it left here, Sproot?" "I couldn't say for certain, sir. didn't notice particularly." "But it's my impression that Miss Sibella entered the car first as though she intended to drive--" "Come, Markham!" Vance started for the door. "I don't like this at all. There's, a mad idea in my head. . . . Hurry wan! If something devilish should happen. , ." We had reached the car, and Vanes syrang to the wheel. "Heath and Markham, in a daze of incomprehen- sion but swept along by the other's ominous insistence, took their places in the tonneau; and I sat beside the driver's seat. - "We're going to break all the traf- fic and speed regulations, Sergeant," Vance announced, as he manoeuvred 1 the car in the narrow street, "so have your badge and credentials handy. I may be taking you chaps on a wild- goose chase, but we've got to risk it.' We darted down First avenue, cut the corner short, and turned up-town. | at 69th street we: swung west and went toward Columbus Circle. A sur- | face car held us up at Lexington i. enue; and at Fifth avenue we were , stopped by a traffic officer. But Heath tlowed his card and spoke a few vords, and we struck across Central , Park. Swinging perilously round the | curves of.the driveways, we came out into 81st street and headed for River. side Drive. There was less conges- tion here, and we made between forty .nd fifty niiles an hour. It was a nerve-racking ordeal, for not only had the shadows of evening fallen, but the streets were slippery in places where the melted snow had fellen in large sheets along the slop- ing sides of the Drive. Vance, how- ever, was an ecellent driver. For two years he had driven the same car, and he understood thoroughly how to handle it. Once we skidded drupken- ly, but he managed to right the trac- tion, before the rear wheels came in contact with the high curbing. At several street intersections we had to slow down; and twice we were halted by traffic officers, but were permitted to proceed the monient the occupants of the tonneau were recog- nized. On North Broadway we were forced to the curb by a motorcycle policeman, who showered us with a INI AST SWEET ROLLS made with Royal Yeast Cakes (overnight dough method) In the evening dissolve 1 Royal Yeast Cake in 4 c. of tepid water. Scald and cool 2c. milk, add 2 tbsp. butter and 2tbsp. lard, 2 tbsp. sugar ! and 1 tsp. salt. Beat in the yeast and 3 c. flour. This makes a Sponge Dough. Let rise overnight. \ CAKES tional), and beat into the sponge. Add 5c. flour tomake ssmooth dough, Knead thor oughly. Let rise till double in bulk. Form into Parker House Rolls or any other shape. Letrise till light. Bake about 25 min, in moderate oven, 375° F. In the morning cream to- gether 4 egg yolks, 4 thep. sugar, 1 tsp. cinnamon (op~ over 50 years Royal Yeast Cakes have been e standard of quality upon Do you know where| "On Madison Avenue in the 60s, T| "Get her on the phone--find out if} | I could not help marveling at the $ When he returned|* | { Mrs, G. N. Stewart, well-known British woman racing driver, snap- ped at the wheel just before she attempted to break the two-litre flying mile record. stream of picturesque abuge. But when Heath had cut him short with still more colorful vituperalion, and he had made out Markham's features in the shadows, he became ludicrously humble, and acted as an advance- guard for us all the way to Yonkers, clearing the road and holding up traffic at every cross-street. At the railroad tracks near Yonk- ers Ferry we were obliged to wait several minutes for the shunting of some freight cars, and Markham took this opportunity of venting his emo- tions. "I presume you have a good reason for this insane ride, Vance," he said angrily. "But since I'm. taking my life in my hands by accompanying you I'd) like to know V/hat your objective is." "There's no time now for explana- tions," Vance replied brusquely. "Either I'm on a fool's errand, or there's an abominuble tragedy ahead of us." His face was set and white, and he looked anxiously at his watch. "We're twenly minutes ahead of the usual running time from the Plaze to Yonkers. Furthermore, we're tak- ic ; the direct route to our destination --another ten minutes' saving. If the thing I fear is scheduled for tonight, the other car will go by the Spuyton Duyvil road .nd through the back ianes along the river--" At this moment the crossing bars were lifted, and our car perked for- ward, picking up speed with breath- les. rapidity. Vance's words had set a train of of thought going in my mind. The Spuyten Duyvil road--the back lanes along the river. Suddenly there flashed on my brain a memory of that other ride we had taken weeks before with Sibella and Ada and Von Blon; and a sense of something inimical and indescribably horrifying took posses- sion of me. I tried to recall the detail of that ride--how we had turned off the main road at Dyckman street, skirted the palisades through old wooded estates, traversed private hedge-lined road- ways, entered Yon! .rs from the Riv- erdale road, turned again from the main highway past the Ardsley Coun- try Club, taken the little-used road along the river toward Tarrytown, and stopped on the high cliff to get a panoramic view of the Hudson. That cliff overlooking the. waters of the river! : Ah, now I remembered Sibella's cruel jest--her supposedly satirical suggestion of how a perfect murder might be committed there. And on the instant of that recollection I knew where Vance was heading--I under- stood the thing he feared! He be- lieved that another car was also head- ing for that lonely precipice beyond Ardsley--a car that had nearly half an hour start. : We were now below ths Longue Vue hill, and a few moments later we swung into the Hudson road. At Dobbs Ferry another officer stepped in our path and waved frantically; |: but Heath, leaning. over the running- shouted some unintelligible words, and Vance, without slackening speed, skirted the office and plunged ahead toward Ardsley. Ever since we had passed Yonkers, Vance had been inspecting every large torny, Paris bootmaker, is due to the road and in the ditch." 5 It has always been the prerogative of 'bootmakers to be philosophers, There is something in the art of shoeing the world that conduces to contemplation of character and from there on to speculation about life, It may be that! the study of the feet of man and wo-' mankind reveals secrets that those .| who give their whole attention to the : head, the heart and the hands can never fathom, 5 And then Yantorny is no ordinary shoemaker. He is the high priest of his craft. Fashionable women from all over the world are his clients. They rank him with their furriers, higher in art and in price than even their dress. makers. Surely a shoemaker who ac- cepts $1,000 -- paid in advance--for making three pairs of shoes and has been known to turn away orders at| that price must just now be among| those whose clients have melted away beneath the weight of taxation and tumbling values. They always were a select company. Michelangelo and do Vinci never had many patrons. When they did not work for money they worked for art. That is Yantorny's way. That is how he is facing the world crisis. Some years ago, when all was pros- perity, Yantorny becaiae very unpopu- lar among his fellows of the craft, -In his attig in the Place Vendome he does his own work--he is an artist. All his staff is a woman who receives his clients and attends to those vague ac- counts of his. 'There were more clients in those other days--but Yan. torny refused to increase his "over- head," as business people call it. He saw his fellows Increase their staffs. They had to have more workmen, more salesmen, more clerks to look efter their money, automobiles for de- livery, private cars for Sunday ex- cursions, a better apartment and ® villa at the seaside, "Watch out," said 'Yantorny when they met----and in his own phraseology, for he does not use cliche words, he told them they were "overexpanding." In some cases that did not matter. The multitude must have boots. In Yan- torny's conception of things it is quite right and proper that there should. be cheap mass production for the masses and expensive quality production for the quality. He became critical only when he saw those who aspired to be- ing artists in their craft resort to the methods of the mass producer in their efforts after quicker, easier, greater gain. "As prosperity increased," says Yan tony, "quality decreased, prices. were maintained and even exaggerated-- for there was all that overhead to be met--but in material and workmgn- ship there was economy. In those days of prosperity the public did not get real value for its money, That is the way of business," ' : His fellows laughed at Yantorny. They were usiness men/ He was only an artist, Prosperity had come to stay. But he did not buy an automo- bile. He even refused one as a gift. "It would be too much bother looking after it," he said. The bus and the train out to the Chevreuse Valley were better, for, with some one else driv- ing, he had time to read or think. "I could never think out a problem of esthetic shoe-building if I had to watch out every minute not to run into some one else," he says, "and my hands would never make a perfect fit it they were shaky from driving an automo- bile," As Yantorny never "over-expanded," he does not need to contract, It his customers are fewer, he has the sav- Vance, and simultanacusly I noticed a flickering red light bobbing h. the dis- tance. A new spurt of speed brought us perceptibly nearer the 'car before us, and it was but a few moments be- fore we could make out its lines and color. There was no mistaking Von Blon's great Daimler, "Hide your faces," Vanca shouted over his shoulder to Markham and Heath. "Don't let any one see yeu as we pass the car ahead." (To be continued.) fact "that the world is on the wrong 2 er make a perfect fit and a perfect har. mony, "I have never yet made a pair of shoes," he says, "but I felt that I could make a beter, That is why I go on. If ever I do make a perfect pair which completely satisfies mi do not think that I shall ever want to make another." : : it might have b en Thoreau, .pencil-maker of Concord, talkng. And that is not Yantorny's only likeness to Thoreau, of whom he i1as never heard. He, too, is a vegetarian. He, too, grows his own corn and beans out in the Chevreuse Valley. That is the other part of him---the farmer who farms like no one else. Just as he will never force a shoe to fit--but make it all over again if he fails the first time--he never forces the earth. "They tell me there is too much corn and too little employment," he Bays, "There would not be, if they grew corn my way. Just look at it!" His bright eyes danced with delight as he waved his hand toward a little shelf of golden ears used as a decora- tion for his showroom. "You won't find better corn in France or America, and I grew it without a forkload of manure or & spoonful of fertilizer on ground that has been farmed for a thousand years," Yantorny-the-Farmer's secret is not any secret. He just lets the earth and the alr do it--helping them by real cultivation and the observation of the Mosafc law regarding the right of a field to lie fallow.- He tills deep with his spade and spares the straw with his sickle so that some of what comes out of the earth shall go back into it. }" "The fault," he says, "is that the world has come to think there must be mass in everything, that there is no need or time for other 'kinds of work, We have made a cult of 'big business' and there 1s no life and spirit any more in our work. We are not creators any longer, but cogs in the machine. When one of the main wheels breaks--they tell me it is the gold wheel--the 'whole mechanism goes wrong and all 'he cogs are left idle. Most of them know so little ex- mistake to discourage them from try-| | ing to do something for themselves by bsidizing idleness" = © © 0 Labor and .quiet are Yantorny's 'specifics for a world all nerveragged and depressed. 'One must have wo | that interests and tires one, and quiet' for thought," he says, "the quiet of the early morning out in the elds, | when thought 1s not an active process but the absorption of wisdom to the, accompaniment of the blackbird's whistle. We are all always in too much of a burry and excitement. : "We concern ourselves with things that don't concern us, We read the newspapers too much. Most of those who are busiest trying to arrange things are so busy they don't ever stop to think further than the immediate 'need. | : : "Once I felt that I was giving atfention to things that don't matter. So took the train to Marseilles and the boat to Bombay. I never stopped till I reached Darjeeling. Then- I walked to where I could look at Mount Everest with nobody round me and I stayed there for five days, just looking at the peace of the Himalayas. That is what most people need--to stop and look at something outside their lives. "There is not any crisis {1 the value of what was ever worth while. All that is wrong is that the world has lost its sense of values. When it gets that back there will be no more crisis." Writes Copy with Feet Prague, --"Our, Sturggle," organ of the cripples of Czechslovagia, is now edited by Franticek Filip, &. young man who is the only editor in the world who writes his copy with his feet. Filip, who has no hands, is a graduate of the Prague Bakule School. He not only 'is able to write with his feet, but also can run an automobile, a typewriter and other machines; and 'economical table Syrup. Children love its delicious flavor. pure, wholesome, Throw OFF That make ss knowing: sometimes there is a vein of gold : party or other form of gayety, yourselt beloved and honored is indeed to be the very man you wish to 'appear."--Socrates, Me Tae ut from the depth and quality of the after-reflec tion on them."--Canon Streeter. : "Although men are accused for not their own weaknesses, yet perhaps, as few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils where which the owner knows not of."--Swift, "When you come right down to rock pottom, American husbands are the best providers." -- Peggy Hopking Joyce. : "The trouble with many of our mod- ern unbelievers is not that they have thought too much about the matter, but that hey have thought too litle."-- Bishop Wm. T, Manning. x "Economic, financial and emotional differences between individuals are not settled equitably by fists."'--Harry El- mer Barnes, "A man does not have to experience emotions in order to write of them." -- John Masefield "There was an" overproduction of optimism in the United States."-- Charles M. Schwab. "I go to my people and talk with them, directly, 'when there is some- thing I want to know." --King Carol, "If evolution is tq hold its own against revolution, = capitalism must somehow manage to transfer to labor some of the benents of 'technological progress."--Edward A. Filene, "It is confidence which develops 'consumer' purchases and puts people back to work."--Roger W. Babson. "It is not natural or normal for a civilization to move as fast' as we moved for two generations,"--Carrie Chapman att. "We exalt tradition, but tradition {3 only a stepping-off place for th. fu- ture."--Lady Astor. . "I think, nations and goverfiments should conform to the individual, not the other way around."--John Erskine. ' "The masses are nothing but a herd of sheep so long as they are unorgan- ized."--Benito Mussolini. . "We have reached a point where the machine must be utilized for its great: est social purpose--the production ¢{ leisure."--Wilk H. Hays. rnin The Tale of An M I am only a letter of the alphabet, one among many, yet I play a very im- portant part in the composition of a small-town weekly. - Po begin with, I have helped to her ald the birth of many a new-born babe; for instance, Mr, and Mrs. John Smith announce the birth of an eight. pound son named Mark--or a 7%:-1b. daughter named Mary. EA Very often I enjoy myself. with a as when Master Jimmy McKee celebrated his fifth birthay or Miss Margaret Jones entertained with bridge Often times I have, wished you & Merry Xmas, : - I have shared in the happy cere mony of marriage with my.brother and sister cap M's. Listen: On Monday, May, 1 Miss Mildred Moore became the bride of Mr. Milton Martin. The ~ ceremony was performed by the Rev. 'M. A, Morris in the M. E. church, The bride is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Ervin Moore and the goom is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Martin. The happy couple will make their home in Marysville, wir But life isn't all full of gay things, for I am called upon to announce the very serious illness of Mrs. Madaline Morrow, or again.to tell of the pass- ing of what that most respected ci zen, Mr, John Manners, g You can see that my life is a very - useful one, for it does seem that there - TENT $ w