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A > "SALADA" & a.-'«. + Ti# +4 se W1 32401 * $ 3 K She gave Vance a look of frightened appeal. "Where were you, Mrs. Menzel*" the question was repeated sharply. "1 was hereâ€"" she began; then stopped abruptly and cast an agitated wlance at Heath, who was watching her fixedly. "You were in the kitchen?" She nodded. The power of speech seemed to have deserted her. "And you saw Mrs. Drukker return from the Dillards‘?" Againr she nodded. | "Exactly," said Vance. "And he eame in the rear way, by the screen porch, and went upstairs. . . And he didn‘t know that you saw him through the kitchen door. . . . And later he inquired regarding your whereabouts at that hour. . . . And when you told him you had been in the kitchen he warned you to keep silent about it. . . And then you learned of Mr. Robin‘s death a few minutes before you saw him enter here. . .. And yesterday, when Mrs. Drukker told you to say he had not risen until rnine and you heard that some one else had been killed near bere, you became suspicious and| frightened. . . . That‘s correct, is it |â€" not, Mrs. Menzel?*" f The woman was sobbing audibly in |: her apron. There was no need for|| her to reply for it was obvious {tkat Vance had gusssed the truth. & Heath took his cigar from his m vuth | and glared at her ferociously. 1 "So! You were holding out on me." be bellowed, thrusting forward his| s jaw. "You lied to me when I quesâ€"|1 tioned you the other day. Obstructing | justice, were you?" A 1 T S O L L T & tried to take her staring eyes from Vance, but some quality in his gaze held her. An astounding change came over Mrs. Menzel. _ Her face paled; her lips trembled; and she clinched her hands with a spasmodic gesture. She les Mrs. Menzel, Sergeant," he IT S OLIT k AL U M 1N U M LAWN MOWER 16 bearings, steel drive Wheel Axles and Steel Drive Wheel bushings. At your hardware The Bishop Murder Case: Am org CHAPTEP XXI h. d sSYNOPSIS erlmes based on nursery place in New York A lea that comes to you, ‘Fresh from the Gardens" A PHILO VANCE STORY TE &A BY S. S. VAN DINE d . "The terrible thing about this affair is that, until we know the truth, we face darger at every turn. Vance‘s voice was heavy with discouragement. "We can‘t risk exposing any one. . ." The door leading to the porch openâ€" ed, and Drukker appeared on the threshold, his little eyes blinking in "You think I might be Jeopardizing the cook‘s safety if I used her evidence ag‘gir_m him at this time?" A look of horror came into Markâ€" ham‘s eyes. ceived, the little man who was here last night might prowl about the upâ€" per hall again. And this time he might not be content to leave his chessman outside the door!" chance. If what you‘re thinking should prove to be true, and you should reveal the information you‘ve just reâ€" ceived. the little man wha was Lac. Vance did not reply at once. He stood gazing down at the quivering shadows cast on the lawn by the wilâ€" low trees, At length he said in a low voice: "I‘m not so sure." Markham spoke with significant gravity. "I may be inviting a solution to this hideous business," she proceeded to invest him with an alibi. But you‘re only inviting trouble when you plan to chivy him about the discrepancies in his tale." she «"She, too, probably went to his room and saw that he was gone. Then when she heard of Sprigg‘s death her febrile imagination became »verheated, and "But, damn it, Vance!" Markham shook off the other‘s hand. "Drukker lied to us about gcing out the Dillard gate before Robin‘s murderâ€"" "Of course he did. I‘ve suspected all along that the account he gave us of his movements that morning was a bit fanciful. But it‘s useless to go upstairs now and hector him about it. He‘ll simply say that the cook is mis taken." Markham was unconvinced, "But what about yesterday mornâ€" ing? I want to know where he was when the cook called him at half past eight. Why should Mrs. Drukker be so anxious to have us believe he was asleep?" reâ€"enter the house when Vance caught his arm. "No, no, Markham! That would be abominable technique. Curb your ire. You‘re so dashed impulsive, don‘t y‘ know." N e oo n on Ceirtrete ‘"You‘ll note hat this wire meshâ€"has been forced away from the frame, porâ€" mitting one to reach inside and turn the latch, Either Mrs. Drukker‘s key or Miss Dillard’sâ€"probably the latterâ€"â€" }was used to open the door of the house," Heath nodded: this tangible aspect of the case appealed to him. But Markham was uot paying attention. He stood in the background smoking with angry detachment. Presently he turned resolutely and was about to reâ€"enter the house when Vance caught his arm. "We When the door 'ha;(i»'l;een closed beâ€" hind us he peinted to the screen door that opt.‘r_led into the yard. "Quite natural," Vance murmured, Then: "We shan‘t bother you any more, Mrs. Menzel." He strolled out on the little rear porch. ""She‘s had it for years. She‘s like a member of the familyâ€"over here two and three times a day. When I go out I lock the back door; and her hayâ€" ing a key saves Mrs. Drukker the trouble of coming down and letting her in." "I have a key. And Mrs. Drukker â€"she has one, too." ‘"You‘re sure no one else has a key ?" No one except Miss Dillard. . . ." "Miss Dillard?" Vance‘s voice was suddenly resonant with interest. "Why should she have one?" Vance stepped across the litile pasâ€" sageway and inspected the lock. "It‘s a snapâ€"lock," he observed, on returning. "Who bas a key to the uk s ces night?" is s gies "At half past nineâ€"when bed." "Jaâ€"every night." She spoke listâ€" lessly: the .reaction from her fright had left her apathetic. *"You are sure you locked it last ‘"had no intention of obstructing jusâ€" tice. And now that she has told us the truth, I think we may overlook her perfectly natural deception in the matâ€" ter." Then before Heath had time to reply he turned to the woman and asked in a matterâ€"ofâ€"fact tone: "Do you lock the door leading to the sersen porch every night?" can‘t afford to take that went to t .t flns sBc abs t ic 2 and evenly, when in the hands of even a ten year old child, Another thing, Diimond Dyes trever take the life out of cloth or leave it limp as some dyes do. They deserve to be: called ‘the world‘s finest dyes!*" ' $.B.G., Quebec. ’over to economize. One way I save on clothes is by renewing the color of faded or outâ€"ofâ€"style dresses, soats, stockings, and underwear. For dyeâ€" ing, or tinting, I always use Diaâ€" mond Dyées. They are the most economical »nes by far because they never fail to produce results that make you xSroud. Why, things look better tha â€" new when redyed with ‘ Diamond Dyes. They never spot, streak, or run. They go on smoothly | Shvi . eesase id c uie zdn d 7 ‘ "The hard times and scarcity of money makes it more important than [ Montlucon, July.â€"I was looking for | rooms in a hotel near the railway. As !the,landlady and I went along a corâ€" | ridor upstairs, I said I hoped the noise of trains could not be heard in the bedrooms. "One hears nothing," she answered positively, She opened the ’door of a room, and a tremendous enâ€" gineâ€"shriek met us, seeming to drive us both back from the threshold. She shut the door, and tried another one, and we were met instantly by another tremendous engine shriek. She burst{ out laughing. I laughed too. If she had not proved her sense of humor I might have walked straight out of the hotel. But her sense of humor kept a customer with a sense of humor. I got quiet rooms at the back.â€"Arnold Bennett, in "Journal of Things New l and Old." s 6 Eoo CSTe P "It‘s of no great importance," Vance spoke carelessly. "Sorry we discomâ€" moded you today," Then, as we were leaving, he turned. "Mrs. Menzel is under our protection. It would pain us 1l:eply if anything should happen to her." The moment we were out of hearing Vance turned to Heath: "Sergeant, that German Hausfrau may have put hr head in a noose. You‘d better have a good man watch the Drukker house tonight from the rear." | "Ah, well," sighed Vance, "we shan‘t debate the point. But it might kelp us, Mr. Drukker, if we knew where you were between eight and nine yesterday morning, "I was working in my study. For several months I‘ve been working on a modification of the etherstring theory.‘ wYir 0 a W "You‘ve just been talking to her. And your comments sound very much like some of her harmless halucinaâ€" tions." "Your mother may have perfectly good grounds for her beliefs." "Ah! And why do 3:t;uv;r-1‘e-r-1tion your mqt_h_er in this connection?" ‘"Don‘t take my mother‘s vagaries too seriously," he admonished. "Her imagination often plays tricks on her." ‘"‘We have excellen‘ reason to beâ€" lieve," said Vance, "that the game is being played by some one elseâ€"with the chess bishop as the principal syr:â€" bol." , "I don‘t understand you, sir." There | was the vibrancy of an intense anger , ir his words. "What has a chessman | to do with it?" "Chessmen have various names," suggested Vance softly, "Are you telling me about chess?" A venomous contempt marked Drukâ€" ker‘s manner, but he managed to grin. ‘"Various names, certainly. There‘s the king and queen, the rook, the knightâ€"" He broke off. "The bishop! «.." He lay his head against the casement of the door and began to cackle mirthlessly. "So! That‘s what you mean? The bishop! . . . You‘re a lot of imbecile children playing a nonâ€" sense game." "THESE HARD TIMES" Drukker jerked his head forward and sucked in a rasping breath. His twisted frame became taut; the musâ€" cles about his eyes »nd mouth began to twitch; and the ligaments of his neck stood out like whipcord. For a moment I thought he was going to lose bis selfâ€"control; but with a great‘ effort he steadied himself. “Rdt 1 "Did you convince her with a chess man, by any chance?" Vance had been listening to him closely. Now he turned and met the other‘s smile with a look of bland inâ€" genuousness. I have convificéde;erte that she mistaken." "And what abou* it, Mr. Drukker?" demanded Markham. "I merely desired to assure you," the man replied, "that the cook is in error. She has obviously confused the date,â€"you see, I come and go so often by this rear door. On the morning of Mr. Robin‘s death, as I explained to you, I left the range by the 75th Street gate and, after a brief walk in fhe] park, returned home by the front way. 2 (1 8 ~OArACE AHOTRE y "Oh, my aunt!" murmured Vance, turning away and busying . himself with the selection of a fresh cigarette. "That tears it." Drukker shot him an inquisitive look, and drew himself up with a kind of cynical fortitude. "I trust I am not disturbing you," he apologized, with a menacing squint, "but the cook has just informed me that she told you she saw me enter here by the rear door on the morning of Mr. Robin‘s unfortur:ate death." on Markham, and a craft; smile contorted his mouth. the sunlight. His gaze came to rest (To be continued.) Quiet Rooms and a crafty, repulsirvrev Not toâ€"morrow, but toâ€"day, calls for the best that is in us. Life is made up of daily performances. The nobler, sweeter and purer our activities the better for ourselves and for others, Hoe oo C3 00m$ . Vc dead. 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The movement of population from t‘e c untry to the city during the past decad~ bas not resulted in decreasing iae dog population, but has changedl its makeup by reducing the size of Size of U.S. Dogs Reduced in Decade So much for the three captives, but our own position was extremely dangerous. _ Something had to be } Then a Chinese sergeant and a squad of soldiers appeared out of the inky darkness. When he saw the three deserters from his camp he raised a terrible rumpus, First be accused us of stealing his men, then after a long powâ€"wow with the three, they evidently convinced bim that they had been taken prisoner, and we had helped them to escape.| Anyway he took them backâ€"and probably they were far better off in their own army than among . the enemy. ureâ€"Bred Ones Increasing in Number as Mongrels Decrease By which I gathered we were in the enemy camp, that the Colonel would hear the plane, get mad a+t beâ€" ing disturbed, and have us shot. Not a very encouraging progpect. "He say, you clazyâ€"you make muchee noiseâ€"wakee Colonelâ€"getee velly m_aflâ€"shootee bangâ€"all done." "Tell him I belon'g enemy, too." I said. way but to land. I had lost all sense of direction for the moment, and had no way of telling whether we were over enemy territory or not. Scarcely had the wheels© stopped rolling before an excited Chinese sentry showed up and challenged us. "Ask him where we are?" I directâ€" ed the interpreter. "Him say much bad Chinese bloy â€"him belong enemy!" e fas ‘ Cl . C3 h ~ /0 PS For a moment I was paralysed. My fierce attacker raised his weapon to strike. Then before I could move, a thin spare form burled itself at my ‘assailant, careless oi the dangerâ€" ous knife point. It was one of the three men we had rescued from the tree on the day before. I held my breath, amazâ€" in ePe ed that the timid, \u/:i" shrinking Chinese e s hb o ala display é‘ such nerve. Springâ€" / \ ing to help him, I N35 hit the big fellow i " P#FaQ on the chin with $y all my strength. l k By this time the plane was in a spin, and we were 8o near the ground that there was nol Waat came before: Cagwn Jimmy and Scottie are flying over China. They are lost in the darkness between the lines of two fighting armies, with .r1en from »0th ,1de5“1‘|1 their plane. Suddenly one. of the Chinese attacks Captain Jimmy The healthâ€"giving, delicious drink for children and grownâ€" ups. + + Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. Gordben‘s Chocolate Malited Mi‘k _ CCRhiMeaat PP mm y Delicious! A popular novelist says lying awake at night, he : times hit upon in lGea t sulted in a fullâ€"length ; somnia can be a terrible : Humorist. dogs and increasing the numt pureâ€"bred animals to make up f decrease in the number of just dogs, Far to the north of us a locomotive whistled, . A little clump of bushes grew beside the railway track, and toward these we pushed and *ugged Our plane, to get it out of sight. Anâ€" other few minutes more and a freight train rounded the curve stopping not over two hundred yards from our hiding place. Colonel Tien to be enemy. I e u #, h Y p /,;"' A t Guess who it wasâ€" The last perâ€" son I ever expected to seeâ€"Colonel Tien of General Lu‘s Army. _A fine chapâ€"that Colonel Tien. Three times I had to knuck him out to make him behave. Then he explained that he thought I was trying to take him over to the enemy camp. In {hat‘ ease 1 could understand why! / he was so des-f / tR perate, for it "Mlt A w o u1 d have| gone hard with| "olonel Tien to be caught by the| Gas was running low, however, so we headed back for our own lines, with the help of our searchlight we picked out a railway line. . Spiralâ€" ing down, we bumped to a stop on the rcagh ground and scrambled out. While the unknown~Chinaman who had tried to knife me followed cautiâ€" ously. In an instant I snapped or the searchlight and opened the throttle full, _ With a roar the plane fairly leaped forward and rushed down the road on the two soldiers who fied in panic. Bangâ€"Bangâ€"went the rifies of the soldiers who followed us, and a few bullets ripped through the wiugs; but we were gathering speed rapid-' ly. _A moment more and we were in the air, free as a bird. l Then I turned the searchlight on and taxied along the road behind the two soldiers, After a few minâ€" utes the road straightened out for a stretch of a quarter of a mile or so. Now was our chance! ‘"Tell the sergeant that 1 brought this plane to give General Ming." I said. "Tell him to march two soldiers abead and keep the road clear." done quickly, or soon we would all be marched to headquarters. ° at night, he has sevefifi ipon in iGea that has reâ€" a fullâ€"length novel. In. (To be continued) a terrible thing i that while| number of up for the Inâ€" â€"The plain a very badâ€"cough. He entered a boot whop, and the young assistant turned the place upside down to find something to fit him. Brown had just ~tried on the twentieth pair when he started coughing. "Nasty cough!" sai" the assistant. "Yes," gasped Brown. "Doctor says I‘ve got one foot in the grave." "I shouldn‘t worry," said the asâ€" gistant. . "You‘ll never get the othâ€" er in: its top big!t" > One strong rose blooming on the «dge of pain When the light sputters in the crumâ€" bling brain. But I know the fire of thought is whi» and brief And consecrated to a hostile worldâ€" A world of trampled dreams whoe And as the candle drips, a ques light Silvers the void where n« atoms ran. To George Santayans) (From The Adelphi) My spirit is a candlefire at nis Fed by the wax that is the b _ The yearly rent for the average garden is $2. The first cost of putâ€" ting the land in condition and buildâ€" ing a very simple house with a tiny veranda is $150 or $200. ‘This latâ€" ter sum is of course prohibitive for the unemployed, so that only thoso who were fortunate enough to have been able to get a garden during the better times in 1926 or 1927 are able to live now, practically rent free, in their garden houses during the Simâ€" mer, To lift His iron eyelids for an howr, hnd of the lighted moments 1 wou!] claim Oply a birdsongâ€"and one sh in ing fower, roses of grief Bleed as their delicate peials ~ curled. The present strength of the !itâ€" tle gardeners is due largely to their coâ€"operative associations. The Gerâ€" man League of the Smaill Gardenâ€" ers has 420,000 members. The Berâ€" lin League has 7,000 members. These leagues have had the building tax removed from garden houses. They furnish supervised playgrounds where the children can enjoy themse!ves without trampling all over the famâ€" ily radishes. They build draine, give courses in gardening, issue the thirtyâ€"eight _ gardeners‘ â€" magazines over which their members can philoâ€" sophize to the content of their Gerâ€" man hearts over the joys of rural life. They reduce to a minimum the grafting of the city officials. Brown: had Until the last two years the "folks‘ gardens" were the scenes of one festival after another, but today only the harvest festival is celebrated. in its little house. In the evening the young people get together a colâ€" lection of planks and build a dance floor. In almost every garden house belonging *o a workman with a reâ€" gular job a portable phonograph is available. 4 _ The "folks‘ gardens," however, exist chiefly to give the city workâ€" man a chance to play farmer. Of ten only filowers sre planted. . Not seldom all the planting is ieft to mother and the "farmer" ‘throws horseshoes or sleeps in the hammock,. It is the custom of workingmen in the larger cities to spend Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday in the country on their land. "In the counâ€" try" may very well mean nothing more than the big fleld over behind the gas works. Saturday and Sunâ€" day nights the whole family sleeps From April to October one is perâ€" mitted to live in these little garden houses. The unemnloyed in particyâ€" lar have taken advantage of this permission and, where the land is good, by intensive cultivation they are able to grow a part of the‘r food. In all there are 1,500,000 such gar den plots on the outskirts of Gepâ€" many‘s cities. Over practically every hut or tiny house waves a flaz. The houses themselves are often painted in fantastic patterns, and the ownâ€" ers let loose all their repressed yearnâ€" ings for violent reds, blues and purâ€" ples. came, bave become a permanent thing in Germany. Over a tenth Of the population are estimated to have one of these little plots of ground. For miles around the sprawling city of Berlin can be seen thousands of little houses, "big enough for two cats to dance in," each set in the middle of a vegetable or flowar garâ€" den of some 800 square yards in area. Berlin.â€"The war gardens of 1918, which appeared in every vacant lot on the North American continent and disappeared as rapidly as they Miniature Gardens City Folk, Officials Encourage Move ty Folk, Especially YV‘orkâ€" ing Class, Enjoy Chance to Get Into the Open blind without a wis very large feet and Donie! Cory Mah