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Possibly. But it‘s not quite clear what happened here last night. Do#â€" tor Barstead thinks Mrs. Drukker died at about ten o‘clock." _ "Almost the s ne A#olph :ifeé,” she mlflmu::}.t ‘w Seems too terrible. . , . . Pyne told me of the accident when 1 came down to breakâ€" fast this morning,â€"every one in the quarter was talking about it â€"and I came over at once to be with Lady Mae. But Greta said she had gons out, and J didn‘t know what to think. There‘s something very strange about Adclph‘s death. . . ." "Where‘s Lady Mae?" she asked in a troubled voice. "I was here an hour ago and Greta toid me she was out. And she‘s not in her room now." Vance rose and gave her his chair. "Mrs. Drukker died last night «f heart failure. When you were here earlier Mrs. Menzel was afraid to lst you go upstairs." Dil‘ard*"" Vance stoo watching her covertly The girl sat very quiet for some time. Presently the tears welled to her eyes. "Perhaps she heard of Adoiph‘s terrible accident." "Iâ€"don‘t knowâ€"what I mean," she answered brokenly. "But only yesterâ€" day afternoon Lady Mae spoke to me about Adoiph and theâ€"wall. . . ." "Oh, did she, now?" Vance‘s tons was more indolent than usual, but every nerve in his body was, I know, vigilantly alert. "Never mind, Sergeant," Vance exâ€" borted him. "Let not dark despair o‘ercome you. When we have Pardee‘s and the Professor‘s testimony as to what took place while Emery was watchfully waiting beneath the trees at 74th Street, we may be able to fit some very interestin‘ bits together." As he spoke Belle Dillard entered the front hall from the rear of the house. She saw us in the drawingâ€" room and came in at once. The Sergeant dismissed the three detectives gruffly. He was obviously dissatisfied with their reports. "The farther we go," he complainâ€" ed, "the more gummed up this case gets." Those associated with the case are: Frof. Dillard, his niece Belie, and his protege, Sigurd Arnesson, who hopes to marry Belie; John Pardee, a neighbhor w ‘h a passion for chess; Mrs. Drukker and her son Adciph, a cripple with a snuperâ€"intellect. Vance finds that Drukker has lied to him and is holding something back. On the night Vance determines to force Drukker to tell the truth, both Drukker and his mother are found dead. t y Dreaks into a hideous orgy of crimes based on nursery rhymes. First the body of a man known as Cock Robin is found with an arrow through the heart. Then & young* chap named Sprigg is shot through the top of the head. ‘The murâ€" derer writes mocking notes to the newsâ€" papers sigred The Bishop. District Atâ€" to ney Markham is helpless and asks the aid of Philo Vance. breaks ”mto based on nu "On my way to the tennis courts," The Bishop Murder Case insane genius in New York City I Â¥wea 2 se _ is â€" 1 GO CHAPTER XXIX o you mean by that, Miss Vance stood by the window For nearly 80 years preferred by the mothers of Canada because of their proven purity and high quality. Only Christie‘s can make Christie‘s Arrowroots SYNOPSIS A PHILO VANCE sTORY "Fresh from the Gardens" BY 8. 8. VAN DINE He paused and drew deeply on his cigarette. "I say, Miss Dillard," he asked negligently ; " did you, by any chance, repeat your conversation with Mrs. Drukker to any one yesterday?" She regarded him with some surâ€" pri{e before answering. "I mentioned it at dinner last night. It worried me all the afternoon, andâ€" somehowâ€"I didn‘t want to keep it to myself,." 1 was almost afraid myself, but I forced a smile and told her she was foolish. It didn‘t do any good, though. She shook her head and gave me a look that sent a chill through me. ‘I‘m not foolish,‘ she said. ‘Wasn‘t Cock Robin killed with a bow and arrow, and wasn‘t Johnny Sprigg shot with a little gunâ€"right here in New York? " The girl turned a frightenâ€" ed gaze upon us. "And it did hapâ€" pen, didn‘t itâ€"just as she Lforesaw?" "YÂ¥es! And that‘s what was so strange; for after a little while she shuddered and drew back from the wall. I asked her what was the matâ€" ter, and she said in a terrified voice: ‘Suppose, Belleâ€"suppose that Adolph should ever fall off of this wallâ€"the way the real Humpty Dumpty did" ""So she mentioned to you that the children â€" called Drukked Humpty Dumpt;?" Vance reached slowly in his pocket for his cigarette case. She nodded, and a moment later lifted her head as if forcing herself to face something she dreaded. O en stt PC o ETVs plane and was showing them how to fly it. And the children seemed to regard him as one of themselves; they didn‘t look upon him as a grownâ€"up. Lady Mae was very happy and proud about it. She watcied him with shinâ€" ing eyes, and then she said to me: "They‘re not afraid of him, Belle, beâ€" cause he‘s a hunchback. They call him Humpty Dumptyâ€"he‘s their old friend of the storyâ€"book. My poor Humptyâ€"Dumpty! It was all my fault for letting him fall when be was lit= tle. . ..‘ The girl‘s voice faltered and she put her handkerchief to hcr‘ eyes. Ado Brew tea as usual= iv The farmer may now get a chance to fool Jack Frost. Experimental work at Morden, Man., by the Dominâ€" ion Department of Agriculture shows eonclusively that on a soft crop like tomatoes this can be done. With the advance of the season tomatoes ripen more slowly, and the use of ethylene gas speeds up the process from late August on. Fruit in danger of frost damage can be picked and quickly ripened by the use of this gas,. ‘ * Playing golf is more dangerous thar travelling b;â€"train, necording ta the accident statistics of one big American insurance company. we had seated ourselves he remain2d standing by the window, staring at us with unfriendly eyes. "I know nothing about it, sir," the professor replied irritably, but added in a more equable tone: "However, as I remember, it used to hang on a nail by the archeryâ€"room door." From Professor Dillard we went straight to Pardee, and were received at once in his study. â€" His manner was rigid and detached, and even after Later as we rose to take our leave, Vance asked casually: "Can you te‘l us where the key to the alley door is kept?" "I didn‘t see Sigurd after I got back. I imagine he‘d gone to bed." "No. An unfortunate episode ocâ€" curred. We walked up the bridle path to almost the exact spot where, I understand, the poor fellow was killâ€" ed. We had been there for perhaps half an hour, leaning against the stone balustrade of the wall, when Pardee walked up. He stopped to speak to us, but Drukker was so anâ€" tagonistic in his remarks that, after a few minutes, Pardee turned and walked away in the direction he had come. Drukker was very much upset, and I suggested we postpone the disâ€" ecussion. Furthermore, a damp mist had fallen, and I was beginning to get some twinges in my foot. Drukâ€" ker straightway became morose, and said he didn‘t care to go indoors just yet. So I left him alone by the wal‘, and came home." Lid you Arnesson?" "You were probably the last person, with the exception of the actual murâ€" derer, to see Drukker alive; and we would like to know everything you can tell us of what took place last night." Professor Dillard nodded. ‘"Drukker came here after dinnerâ€"â€" about eight, I should say. Pardee had dined with us; and Drukker was anâ€" noyed at finding him hereâ€"in fact, he was openly hostile. Arnesson twitted him goodâ€"naturedly about his irasciâ€" bilityâ€"which only made him more irritable; and, knowing that Drukker was anxious to thrash out a problem with me, I finally suggested that he and I stroll down to the park. . . ." ‘"You were not gone very long," suggested Markham. ‘"That, at least," returned the old man after a pause, "may be regarded as a blessing. It‘s better she didn‘t survive himâ€"her mind unquestionâ€" ably would have collapsed." He lookâ€" ed up. "In what way can I help?" "Very true." Markham had seated himself facing the professor. "We‘re confronted by a terrific problem, Moreover, Mrs. Drukker died of shock last night at almost the same time her son was killed." "I‘ve been expecting you, Markâ€" ham," he said, before we had time to speak,. ‘"There‘s no need to dissemblc. Drukker‘s death was no accident. !~ admit I felt inclined to discount © insane implications arising from ta« deaths of Robin and Sprigg; but the moment Pyne related the circumâ€" stances of Drukker‘s fall 1 realized that there was a definite design beâ€" hind these deaths: the probabilities of their being accidental would be inâ€" calculable. You know it as well as I; otherwise you wouldn‘t be here." The professor was plainly perturbâ€" ed when we entered the library that noon. He sat in an easy chair with his back to the window, a glass of his precious port on the table beside him. A few minutes later we left her and went to interview Professor Dilâ€" lard. "He went to the university early this morning; but he‘ll be back before lunch. He‘ll attend to everything, I am sure. We were about the only friends Lady Mae and Adoliph had. I‘ll take charge in the meantime and see that Greta gets the house in order." ‘"Uncle told me I shouldn‘t spend so much time with Lady Macâ€"that she was unhealthily morbid. He said the situation was very tragic, bet that there was no need for me to share Lady Mae‘s suffering. Mr. Pardee agreed with uncle. He was very sympathetic and asked if someâ€" thing could not be done to help Lady Mae‘s mental concition." "And Mr. Arnesson?" "Oh, Sigurd never takes anything seriously,â€"I hate his attitude someâ€" times. He laughed as though it was a joke; and all he said was: ‘It would be a shame if Adolph took his tumble before he got his new quantum probâ€" lem worked out. " "Is Mr. Arnesson at home now, by the by?" asked Vance. "We want to ask him about the necess‘ry arâ€" Tangements in regard to the Drukâ€" kers." % it?" 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Another cause of the decreased use of spices is said to be a falling off in pickling and preserving because of the development of transportation and of processing, rapid freezing ang vacuâ€" um methods of preserving natural flavors. 64 Spices were and continued to be in great demang ‘because they gave variety to food. Until comparativeâ€" ly recent years most housewives reâ€" lied upon a few foods and were thereâ€" fore dependent upon spices (s, give zest to a diet that might otherwise have become monotonous. Today they vary the foods rather than the spices. ‘ How car this decrease in consumpâ€" _ "W1! tion be accounted for? _ First of all, little according to Albert H. Doolittle, who | "W« conducted a survey for the American $uppO: Spice Trade Association, there is evidâ€" 80n." ence that the public taste for spices‘ "I‘m is changing again. When they were "My t first introduced into Europe from thel‘ His East they were considereq a declicacy,‘ _ "Of but their popularity increased rapidly said e until by the end of the fifteenth cenâ€" Your t tury they lured Columbus and others | "Sh« to risk the unknown Atlantic in the ventin hope of finding an ocean route to‘ "An their source, the Indies. Thus the invent desire for spices and other Oriental| "Ne: luxuries, such as silks, perfumes and came jewels, led to the discovery of America | and six years later induced Vasco da | Pue] Gama to make his ploneer voyage only 4 around the Cape of Good Hope. | more ¢ I Survey Shows Spices Less in Demand in Today‘s | Menu I One result of changing taste in food and of a marked decrease in home cooking in America has been a sharp drop in the consumpticr of spices. Americans are using oneâ€" fifth less spices today than they did in 1923, and although consumption otI vanilla beans, paprika and mustard | has increased recently, the general | loss has been heavy. Pepper, casâ€" sia, cloves, ginges root and cinnaâ€" mon are among those whose populâ€" arity seems to be waning. Modern Palate Not So Spicy We followed the railway tracks, and soon we came to the siding where we hid from the bandits in the string of freight cars. Due East from that point, we followed the trail into the mountains. The campâ€" fire of the bandit guards at the notch in the cliffs proved a welcome As we passed over the countryâ€" side, the poor Chinese familiea hearâ€" ing the drone of our motor rushed to the doors of their hovels, Seeing our dragon glimmering in the sky, with its batâ€"like wings spread out, and long tail flying behind in the wind, they fell on their knees and buried their faces in their hands. As the sun sank toward the westâ€" ern sky line, we wheeled our plane out of the hanger, and #o0on were heading full speed toward the cruel Chinese bandits‘ camp. _ We timed our raid so we would arrive just after dark, while the bandits were still astir. We worked secretly on our plane for several days, changing it to look like a fireâ€"eating dragon. The body, we covered with phosphorus paint, which would glow green in the dark, while a long dragoa tail was attached behind. We painted batâ€"like marks on the wings, and wickedâ€"looking claws spread out Pm en underneath, â€" Even J“ in the daytime our i plane looked horâ€" @ @ rible enough, but / ( at night, ‘t was fx _Qé\ enough to freezoe oY‘ ~ q any i gnorant 3 bandit camp with d fear. Of course, that is just what we inâ€" tended our plane to do. While the bandits fled in terror, we would have a chance to rescue Guy Stone, the brother of Lieutenant Stone, who had been held captive for many weeks. Just for safety, we mounted a maâ€" chine gun in front of our plane. _ If any Chinese proved too hardly to be afraid of our dragon, he would cerâ€" tainly understand enough not to fool with a machine gun. eu /b‘r V \ \\ &A P What came before: Captain â€"Jimmy and his friend Lieut. Jed Stone plan to rescue Guy Stone from the cruel Chinese bandits. ‘They bargain with General Fu for \.1. assistance, in exchange for fAying him over to Japan. %Awm of _aft PW .amu i@ '[PQCB\W«\M wzd/mfloy)S\OO'l‘Tm-é The healthâ€"giving, delicious drink for children and grownâ€" ups. + + Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. BDoraten‘s Chocolate Maited Milk | _ Puel oil, which is safe and costs only 4d. a gallon, is to replace the | more expensive petrol in a new meroâ€" . plane engine now being built by a famoug firm. "I‘m one, then," went on the boy. "My teacher said so." His mother smiled. "Of course you are, my son," she said encouragingly. _ "But what did your teacher say?" "She said I had a genfus for inâ€" venting," explained Ernest. "And what did sh say you could invent?" asked the fond parent. "New ways of spelling _ words," came the reply. suppose a genius is a very clever -per; son." "What‘s a genlus,f mum?" _ asked little Ernest. "Baim‘ has . 4 °_ "_ â€"! "HTECELOn§ for pain, headaches, neuralgia, etc. ep Wibrinnliiizs & vaalt t h is s 1 you can always be prepared, Carry the pocket t% of Aspirin tablets _‘Vi‘h yol'- KeeD the larwer ciza ar headache Needless pains like headaches are quickly relieved by Aspirin tablets as millions of people know. And no matter how .cudq ane"* "Hurry," I cried, "we must search the tents before they are burned. Keep the motor idling while I search. Use the machine gun if the bandits return." Over the side I went and dashed into the first tent. _ The crack of rifics sounded far away in the darkness. Spat! Spat! went the bullets in the sand, but the rarge was wide. Then I heara Jed Stone open fire with his machine gun. * (To be continued.) Note: Any of our young readers writing to "Captain Jimmy", 2010 Star Building, Toronto, will receive his signed photo free. HEADACHES down toward the «ents. The entire force of bandits seemed to have deserted _ a n d taken to the forest. Then a dark form rushâ€" ed toward the ; tents _ with a%///;' flaming _ brand ////?”/ g from the fire. One bandit, braver than the rest, was attempting to set the tents ablaze. we fired a few rounds from the maâ€" chine gun, and evidently winged him in the foot, for he dropped the brand, and limped into the darkness. Madgeâ€""A friend of mine told me of a lovely place where they do nothing but play golf all day and bridge all night." Suddenly the bandits saw us. Panic broke loose in the camp. Black forms rushed aboutâ€"tripped, fell and fought each other, frantic with fear. I switched on the landing lights and turned on the siren whistle. . The sound wailed and echoed through the mountain pass. The terror was complete! Landing on the ground, we roared beacon, for the sky grew Garker every minute, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Soon the main camp became visiâ€" ble. The little tents looked like Chinese lanterns far below, as we circled slowly down, and red campâ€" fires dotted the ground. Somewhere down in the pit of darkness was Guy, Jed Stone‘s younger brother. As we circled overhead, there fashed before my minds eyeâ€"a picture of the days when as boys together, we played on the old ranch out near Wirmipeg. Mableâ€""Where are â€" you going this summer for a rest?" "Well," pondered his mother, "I ISSUE No. 28â€"‘31 /9 an capadar‘s se Arim: Prcsa Resd the proven directions His Strong Point Keep the larger size at thwe' wents. _ The entire 8 | bell 6 #m € d | the e ’ chil A ups hâ€" wer e 7 thei A % " real a "/fp P A 2. |lv s suddenly a darker This certainly is one way of avoidâ€" ing the eternal ~Jdon‘t, don‘t," which everyone agrees, nowadays, spells ruination to the disposition of a child. It is l-‘l-l'lltlon,r'hg‘vu\e CÂ¥y, "What can I do, Mummy?" comes‘as the last straw to the ears of a driven parent.â€" Issued by the National Kindergarton Association, 8 West 40th Street, New York City. ‘ These articles are appear» ing weekly in our columns. My sister, writing me later, spoke of being able to add frequently to her "Joy Store" and said it was the groat» est help to her. She did not make too constant an inroad on it, and she kept a second box as a depository for games or articles that could be used continuâ€" ously. Of course these treasures were not intended to interfere with the usual alloted tasks of each child, but to save awkward situitions, to avert quarrels on wet days, and to relieve the tiresome periods of convalescence. Then, again, they would prove a boon before a m. l1 unavoidably delayed, when the appetite is sharp and the tongue sharper,. She had the good fortune to possess an old family chest with a quaint gilt padlock attached. In it we put all sorts of contributions, keeping one diâ€" vision for girls, the other for boys, It is astonishing if you bear such a purpose in mind, how the treasures acâ€" cumulats, For instance, when we were sewing, an otherwise useless remnant was cut into a doll‘s garment ready to be worked upon by small fingers. Odd crayons and pencils were saved, picâ€" tures to cut out or color were collect» ed. Beads were put in a box with needle and thread and bright bits of noteâ€"paper, on which the children would like to draw or to write letters in their own particular style to en« close in Mother‘s letter to Grandmoth» er, were put in the chest A short story, cull»d from a magazine or newsâ€" paper, which we knew would have a special appeal to Jack or Freddy, was made more personal by printing the boy‘s name upon it. This individual touch was used often, as we knew it would draw interest at once. _ The blessings we put in that box were endâ€" less. That was the beginning of her "Joy Store" as the children called it« I roâ€" mained on with her for several weeks and together we put in the first items. "I know what I will do," she reâ€" marked, when I was teli‘ng her about our experiences, some days after our arrival. "Why not work out the same idea for emergencies in daily life!" As the train moved over the sparseâ€" ly settled country I thought of the difâ€" ficulties of many a mother there, tryâ€" ing to bring up a young family in a home without neighbors. How would my sister manage after the resources of a large city? ups were attracted to our group and were glad to watch the children solve their puzzles and to join in their very real fun. ‘That parcel made all the difference in the world to us. Instead of the trip being a tedious affair, we wore able to enjoy it. ‘The interesting spots on the way were a delight because the children were hbappy. Some grown The question was repeated . more and more insistently. Our neighbors frowned and fidgetted until I began to feel conspicuous and uncomfortable, In desperation 1 dived about in our numerous packages and finally camo across the forgotten parcel, It conâ€" tained all kinds of amusements for tho little ones. Imagine my relief! There was a neatly labelled surprise for each day of the journey. Such a delight{ul variety! The novelty of the train soon wore off with the children, who were al. ready tired out by the wroughtâ€"up atâ€" mosphere of those last few days. "What can I do, Auntie?" wailed a plaintive voice. Grace Archbold Not long ago, ‘it fel Ito my lot to take a little family of nephews and neices to their parents who were sotâ€" tling out west. A friend of mine, the mother of four children, found time to see me off. As she bade me farewell, sbe handed me a mysterious looking bag. In the excitement of departure, I tucked it away and promptly forgot all about it. Among the trees; A glint of sun, ... A pulsing breeze; A lover‘s dedication, A little pair Of weary wings; A happy heart, A voice that sings In love‘s anticipation; The eager quest > Of cunning eyes: A sudden halt In high surpriseâ€" Shrewd investigation. A sideway fiitâ€" A tilted peep: Delight! A covert Snug and deepâ€" No more of hesitation. A mate! A gleaningâ€" Twig and twineâ€" A cosy nest Of quaint design: . A little habitation. â€"â€"By W. Clark Sandercock, in * ~â€" "The New Outlook."* (A little pains)â€" A little voot In case it â€"rains; A door for invitation ; A pretty spot A JOY STORE Our Summer Guest A little boxâ€"