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"Nothing of the kind," the girl #poke up. "They‘ve been most conâ€" siderate. And I‘ve been telling them what ar old fogy you areâ€"bringing me home at half past twelve. "Hallo, sis," he called to her pleasâ€" antly. ‘In the hands of the gencâ€" armerie, 1 see." He flashed us an amused look. "Why the conclave? This house is becoming a regular poâ€" lice station. Hunting for clews of Sprigg‘s murderer? _ Hal _ Bright youth done away with by his jealous professor, and that sort of thing, eh? . . . Hope you chaps haven‘t been putting Diana the Huntress through a third degree." ASPIRIN At that moment the front door wpened and Arnesson came in. He stared at us in mock astonishment; then he caught sight of Belle Dillard. Millions of people have learned to depend on Aspirin tablets to relieve a sudden headache. They know it eases the pain so quickly. And that it is so harmless. Genuine Aspirin tablets never harm the heart. Read directions in packâ€" age for EC TOF nEQUECIC, ME colds, pain of all kinds. wor of mathematics. John Pardee, a neighbor with a passion for chess; Mrs. Drukker and her son, Adoiph. _ Mrs. Drukker is mentally unbalanced and Adologh is a cripple, with a superâ€"brain. Mrs. Drukker tells how the murderer paid her a terrifying visit the previous night. Vance learns that Adoiph Drukâ€" ker lied as to his whereabouts on the morning of Robin‘s death. Vance quesâ€" tion Prof. Dillard again. He learns Parâ€" dee played chess the previous night and that he and Drukker had a heated arguâ€" m« nt. Belle Dillard and Arnesson had gone to the theatre. HEADACHE? Those associated with the case are: Prof. Dillard, his niece Belle, and his protege Sigurd Arnesson, also a profesâ€" with an arrow in his heart; anether, Johiny Sprigg. is found with a bullet through the top of his head. District Attorney Markham calls in Philo Vance, who claims the murders are founded on nursery rhymes and are the work of a AQJaC. Those associated with the case are: Why suffer when relief is prompt and harmless: A The Bishop Murder Case "SALADA" ISSUKE No. 22â€"‘31 n known as Cock Robin is found TRADE MARK REG. Made in Canada CHAPTER XXIV L Mower is twenty pounds lighter than any iron mower and far more durable . . . Runs easier . . . Cuts with rarorâ€"like keenness . . .. The finest mower purchase you can make . . . Ask your hardware man. CANADA FOUNDRIES & FORGINGS LIMITED ENDURAN(E‘aIuminum Mawer is twentv naunde Nearly all seek quality nearly all drink Salada sSYNXOPSIS rrrom s ul A PHILO VANCE STORY BY S. S. VAN DINE "I have since used Diamond Dyes : for both tinting and dyeing. 'l'hey' do either equally well. 1 am not anl expert dyer but I never have a failure « with Diamond Dyes. They seem to be made so they always go on smoothâ€" ly and evenly, They never spot,i streak or run; and friends never know the things I dye with Diamond | Dyes are redyed at allt" i Arnesson listened with rapt attenâ€" tion. I noticed that his sardonic exâ€" pression gradually disappeared, and that in its place came a look of calâ€" culating sombreness. He sat for sevâ€" eral minutes in contemplative silence, his pipe in his hand. "It was you yourself," protested Markham, "who pointed out the posâ€" sible danger of mentioning last might‘s occurrence. . . ." "True, but I had forgotten at the time our promise to Mr. Arnesson. And I‘m sure his discretion can be relied on." Then Vance related in detail Mrs. Drukker‘s experience of the night before. "That‘s certainly a vital factor in the problem," he commented at length. "It changes our constant. 1 can see that this thing has got to be calculatâ€" ed from a new angle. The Bishop, it appears, is in our midst. But why should he come o haunt Lady Mae?" "Aha!" Arnesson sat up. "I grasp your implication. She saw the Bishop from her window on the morning of Cock Robin‘s dissolution, and later he returned and perched on her doorâ€" knob as a warning for her to keep "Really, y‘ know, Markha‘n, Â¥Mr. Arnesson is quite right. We agreed to keep him posted; nd if he‘s to be of any help to us he must know all the facts." "She is reported to hra;t;ms'cr-e_s;e.d at almost the exact moment of Robin‘s death." "Something like that, perhaps. . . . Have you enough integers now to work out your formula?" mum." "So! Something h«, happened that irks you." Arnesson spoke with sarâ€" casm. " thought I had been accepted as a coadjutor; but I see I am to b2 turned forth into the darkness." He sighed elaborately and took out his pipe. "Dropping the pilot! â€"Bismarck and me. Alas!" Van«. had been smoking dreamily near the archway, apparently oblivâ€" i us of Arnesson‘s complaining. Now he stepped into the room. ‘"We have nothing to report, Arnesâ€" son," Markham broke in, nettled by the mar‘s flippancy. "The situation remains unchanged." "Just dropped in for a social cali, presume. Staying for lunch?" "We reserve the right," said Markâ€" ham eoldly, "to investigate the case in whatever manner we deem advisable. Nor are we accountable to you for our actions." "Well, what glad tidings do you brings? Any news about the latesi victim?" He led the way back to the drawing room. "You know, I miss that lad. _ He‘d gone far. _ Rotten shame he had to be named Johnny Sprigg. Even ‘Peter Piper‘ wou‘d have been safer. Nothing hanpened .0 Peter Piper aside from the pepper episode; and you couldn‘t very well work that up into a murder. . . ." Arnesson shrugged his shoulders and looked after her until she had disappeared. Then he fixed a rynicai eye on Markham. "It must be terrible to be senile andâ€"and mathematically inclined," she retorted with some hbeat, and ran upstairs. "I think I was very indulgent," grinned Arnesso.. "Much too late for a child like you to be out." | saven importep pres$ | earing it ; The man‘s eyelids quivered slightâ€" ) rewson, ' ly, and he hesitated before lnswering.]‘ 1 recomâ€"! "Never," he said finally. } make a' Vance appeared indifferent to thei ned out ! denial,. He rose and, going io the ely MWI front window, looked out. j 15câ€"the| "I thought one might be able to see : Diamond | into the archery range from here. But | + |I note that the angle cuts off the‘ ind Dyes | view entirely." j 261 "Yes, the range is quite private. There‘s even a vacant lot opposite the wall, so that no one can see over it. . . Were you thinking of a possitle witâ€" ness to Robin‘s death?" "That, and other things." Vance returned to his chair. "You don‘t go in for archery, I take it." "It‘s a trifie too strenuous for me. Miss Dillard once tried to interest me "Sprigg, also, it seems, was in the habit of walking in Riverside Park before breakfast," observed Vance negligently. "Ever run into him there, Mr. Pardee?" "You were, 1 understand, at the Dillards‘ last Thursday when Mr. Arnesson was discussing this tensor with Drukker and Sprigg." "Yes, I recall that the subject came up then." "How well did you know Sprigg?" "Only casually. I had met him with Arnesson once or twice." "I know of it," the man admitted. "Drukker uses it in l.is book of world lines. My mathematics, however, ars not of the physicist‘s type. Had I not become enamored of chess"â€"he smilâ€" ed sadlyâ€""I would have been an astronomer. _ Next to manoeuvring the factors in a complicated chess combination, the greatest mental satâ€" isfaction one can get, I think, is plotâ€" ting the heavers and discovering new planets. I even keep a fiveâ€"inch equaâ€" torial telescope in a pentâ€"house on my roof for amateur observations." "I hardly know." For the first time his lackâ€"lustre eyes showed signs of animdgtion. "It‘s an incredible situaâ€" tion. The mathematical chances are utterly opposed to such a series af interâ€"related events being soinciâ€" dental." "Yes," Vance concurred. _ "And speaking of mathematics: are you at all familiar with the Riemannâ€"Chrisâ€" toffel tensor?" "And you saw the reproduciion of the Bishop note, of course, in this morning‘s pape®. What is your opinâ€" io. of the affair, Mr. Pardee?" "At breakfast. My cook repeated the gossip of the neighborhood. I read the oifficial account of the tragedy in the early edition of the evening Sun." "Is it not your habit to take a walk in the park before breakfast?" (I knew this was sheer guessâ€"work on Vance‘s part, for the subject of Parâ€" dee‘s habits had not come up during the investigation.) "That is quite true," the man reâ€" plied, without a moment‘s hesitation. "But yesterday I did not goâ€"1I had worked rather late the night bafore." "When did you first hear of Sprigg‘s death?" "I was in bed. I did not rise until nearly nine." "First, then, please inform us where you were yesierday morning between seven and eight." A faint flush overspread Pardee‘s face, but be answered in a low, even voice: "We have come here, Mr Pardee," Vance began, "to learn what we can of Sprigg‘s murder in Riverside Park yesterdsy morning. We have exce!â€" lent reasons for every question we ara about to ask you." Pardee nodded resignedly. "I shall not be offended at any line of interrogation you take. After readâ€" ing the papers I realize just how unâ€" usual a problem you are facing." Pardee received us with his customâ€" ary quiet courtesy. The tragic, frusâ€" rated look which was a part of his habitual expression was even more pronounced than usual; and when he drew up chairs for us in his study his manner was that of a man whose inâ€" terest in life had died, and who was merely going through the mechanica! motions of living. He stood on the little porch and watched us, like a japish gargoyle, as we crossed the street. ‘Paraee? Oho! Calling in a chess expert on the subject of bishops, eh? I see your reasoningâ€"it at least has the virtue of being simple and lirect." "Let us hear if your formula works out," said Vance, as we passed out of the front doorb "We‘ve a little visit to pay to Mr. Pardee now." "And I was half an hour too late to qualify. Sorry to have disappointâ€" ed you." "You are not under suspicion, Arnesson," he answered, with no atâ€" tempt to conceal his illâ€"humor. "The bishop was left at Mrs. Drukker‘s at exactly midnight." } "You seem to recognize ghis parâ€" ticular bishop," said Vance dulcetly. "You‘re quite correct. It was borâ€" rowed from your chess set in the library." Arnesson nodded a slow affirmative,. "I believe it was."~ Suddenly he turned to Markham and an ironic leer came over his lean f:atures. "Was that why I was to be kept in the dark? Under suspicion am I? Shades of Pythagoras! What penalty attaches to the heinous crime of distributing chessmen among one‘s neighbors?" ‘ Markham got up and walked toward the hall. * Vance reached in his pocket ani held out the chessman. .Arnesson ‘ook it eagerly His eyes glittered for a moment. He turned the piece over in his hand, and then gave it back. "I‘d like to cast an eye on this black bishop. Where is it?" bforoveemsore. anmmmnchoeaa + â€" "Human beirigs are not often either very. very good or very, very bad."â€" Horton, Kan.â€"Radio bas been pressed into service to increase the milk production of dairy cattle. A set, installed in the barps of Mrs. Mary Blakely, and played at milking time, resulted in such uniform contentment among the cows that the average milk production was two pounds greater per month than previously. Radios Aids Milk Production Methuselah ate what he found on his plate And never, as people do now, Did he note the amount of calorie countâ€" He ate because it was chow. 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Often and often I wished I didn‘t have to ask so many questions, that they‘d volunâ€" a month, and some of the guests for two." They‘ve made hospitality a fine art; they thank you for coming till you half feel you‘re doing the favor instead of receiving it. l After all, interesting as sightseeing and streetloitering are in Poland, my greatest joy was in knowing Poles. They are the most courteous people I‘ve ever met, with the most beautiful manners. I don‘t mean that I noticed this among the aristocracy only; I ldon'r. mcan that 1 myself met always lwith such politeress, from all classys ‘ot people. They‘re courteous to each ‘otherâ€"the men take off their hats to other men, a woman shakes hands with a roomfui of women guests at afternoon tea, a child of four or five speaks to all the children and all the nurses when he leaves a group in the park. And along with their courtesy they‘re hospitable to the nth degree. The slightest excuse and they invite you to dinner or tea, or to stay at their homes. I could have spent anâ€" other fifteen months in Poland, if I‘d accepted all my invitations. In one: little town I expected to stay three or four hours, just between traing, but! found my hostess had made plans for | four days. When I spoke of leaving al country house on Thursday, the niece exclaimed, "Thursday! But you‘ve justl come! My aunt expects you to stay a! fortnight, if not a month. I‘m here for | Poland Is Land of Hospitality Looking back we saw a wreck inâ€" deed. The engine had plowed into the rear of our train of ten treight cars. The first three were a mass of splinters, the next two were cross ways on the track. The engine itâ€" self, after causing all that trouble had jumped the track, and now lay on its side in the ditch steaming and fussing at a great rate. The tracks looked as if a cyclone had just passed by. Rails were torn up, and tics scattered around. Too late! There was an earâ€"splitâ€" ting crash and it just felt as if some big giant had kicked the locomotive right out from under us. It seemâ€" ed as if she were going to turn right over, but somehow it held to the rails. The brakes would never stop in timeâ€"I switched to full speed ahead, in hope that 1 could lessen the imâ€" pact, _ The wheels spun and hissed, and it seemed that our locomotive must jump the track. ning forward and our string of freight cars would soon be reduced to matchwood between the heavy locomotives. As Jed told me the story of how his brothéer had soundly thrashed the bandit chief and how they had carried him away into the hills in revenge, it suddenly occurred to me that these outlaws were the same band from which I had recently escaped. We were so interested in our plans for sgetting him free, that I failed What came befsse: As Captain Jiminy and his new found friend Jed Stone race away from the Chinese bandits in an old railway locomotive, Jed tells how his brother had been captured by outlaws, and of his vain search. The healthâ€"giving, delicious drink for children and grownâ€" ups. + + Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. Boreten‘s Chocolate Mailted Milk Ohe W‘Cfl‘ o of epP°°wimy and his Dog SCOTTEâ€" to notice another train rounding the curve â€" until | its whistle shrieked a warning. To make matters worse, we were backing up, instead _ of .unâ€" Nor was she an exception to the rule. I arrived in Warsaw to find that & friend had arringed for me to live in a Polish household, Pani L.‘s (Pani mears Mrs. and Pan Mr. as nearly as ) I can put it in England.) I had a , pleasant talk with her and answered :her questions about my writing and tarily tell me more. Eight months after l I‘d been her guest, I happened to learn ‘that my first hostess had been a pupil | of Mme. CurieSklodowska in Paris, I a iher most promising pupil, the disâ€" | coverer of radium said; again that she‘d done some notable work in mathematics; it was only because it came up in another connection that she casually referred to her translaâ€" Itlon of Shakespeare‘s sonnets (into | Polish!),. If you had such records and a foreign guest, would you keep absoâ€" |lu(ely still about your achievements? ‘"The trouble with most people is they treat sin as if it were a cream puff instead of a nttle:uke."-mlly Sunday, Remember thisâ€"that there is a proper dignity and proportion to be observed in the performance of every act of life.â€"Marcus Aurelius. "I spent a season in Holly wood and I didn‘t like any of the actresses enough to buy them a soda."â€"Joseph Hergesheimer. my plans for Poland; of herself not a word. But when later in the day I gave this address at the bank and the American Embassy and to half a dozen persons, they asked, "Is it Suzranna L.? Are you living in the house of the Pani L., who writes poetry as well as novels?" And I was, though I had to ask her pointâ€"blank to cczfrm it.â€" Grace Humphrey, in "Poland the Unâ€" explored." , The couniry /', was flat and Â¥#7,‘ u n i n teresting. /(;"u Most of the 2 timber had been cut away years be fore, and the ground almost barren of vegetation. Mile after mile passâ€" ed by, and after a time we began to see an occasional soldier walking along the tracks. Then a large wood began to appear on our left, stretchâ€" ing away to the horizon. (To be continued.) Any of our young readers writâ€" ing to "Capt. Jimmy", 2010 Star Bldg., will receive his signed ghoto free. We were still in enemy territory, many, many, miles from Shanghai, Somehow we must get to our airâ€" plane and get going. Every momâ€" ent‘s delay meant just that much less chance of rescuing Jed Stome‘s brother, Guy, alive. On and on 1 pushed the old engine, as fast as 1 darâ€" ed. True enough, in a few minutes the crew might decide to return and teleâ€" graph ahead, and then there‘ll be a whole parcel of Chinese troops waitâ€" ing for us, asking where we found the engine. We slowed down to a stop. In a moment I climbed out and cut the wires. It seemed best to leave the freight cars right ihere. _ As quickly as I could, 1 uncoupled the engine, climbâ€" ed into the cab and opened the throtâ€" tle. â€" After roaring a.ong for a few miles an idea occurred to Jed Stone. "How about cutting the telegraph wires?" "I guess we had better get out of here before someone blames us for all this", chuckled Je Stone. "First thing you‘ll know som»>.one or other will want their old engine back"â€" let‘s go." The crew had Juckily jumped, and taking no further chances, promptly fied. “ One of England‘s unique organizaâ€" tions, the Model Railway Club, recentâ€" ly held a novel exhibition in celebraâ€" tion of its coming of age. The exâ€" hibitors, who ranged from army ofâ€" cers and butchers to clergymen, school children and farm workers, submitâ€" ted twoâ€"ounce engines, carefully wrought to the minutest detailâ€"one model submitted at the last exhibition traveled fortyâ€"two miles on its track Aveâ€"eighths of an inch in gauge. One of the most interesting models at this year‘s exhibition was the work of a 13â€"yearâ€"old boy. This was a tiny re«â€" taurant car, complete even to a plate under the kitchen tor. hurt, but as little comment as posâ€" sible regarding the injury, with alâ€" ways a ready smile of appreciation when pain or discomfort is borne bravely, is the wisest course.â€"Issued by the National Kindergarten Associâ€" ation, 8 West 40th Street, New York City. These articles are appearing weekly in our columns. Real sympathy is always very deâ€" sirable, but in training children to be brave and courageous, the nwother should be very careful to be as casual as possible when the little boy or girl comes running in with a cut finger." It is not necessary to remain entirely unmoved when a child is For a few weeks after that, Edgar did not understand his mother‘s apâ€" parent lack of sympathy and cried the more because of it, but after a time he grew accustomed to hber cheery, matterâ€"offact treatment of his little mishaps and soon she found that he no longer shed tears or ran to her every time he bruised his knee or scratched his arm. % Kate thought this over. "Perhaps you are right, Reg. I wouldn‘t want my boy to grow up to be a ‘mollyâ€" coddle.‘ I‘ll just try your way for a while. When he burts himself, I‘ll see that he gets looked after, but I won‘t say anything to make him think it is at all serious." "Very true," her brother admitted. "J think it quite right to attend to any little injury. But it is not necesâ€" sary to make the child think be bas been serious!~ injured whenever be gets a little bump or to teach him to come running to you for pity. All children have to get their share of bumps and bruises. Teach him to take them manfully." "But, Reg," protested the mother, instantly on the defensive, "you don‘t understand. That sting might have caused something serious if I hadn‘t attended to it at once. And he‘s still very little, and of course it must have hburt him." "Kate," he said gravely, "how long do you want to keep that lad of yours a baby?" Kate‘s blue eyes opened very wide. "What do you mean, Reg?" she demanded _ indignantly. . "I‘m _ not keeping him a baby." "He is old enough to be a brave boy, but if you continue coddling him and pitying him every time he gets a little bruise, hbe‘ll always be a baby." Edgar‘s uncle Reginald happened to be visiting at his sister‘s that day. He watched the proceedings quietly, but when the boy had been put to bed, he turned to his sister. wfi’ext day, while playing in a little field nearby, he was stung by a wasp, Again, a great fuss was made over him. When the cut was carefully bandâ€" aged, Edgar‘s mother made him some candy, and kept murmuring over him commiseratingly until the child was sure he had been grievously burt. "The bad knife â€" cut my finger," he told her, between his sobs. She picked him up in ber arms and carried him into the house. "Oh, my poor little baby, my poor mind, love. Mother‘l] fix it." "Oh, Edgar, what have you my darling?" she gasped. â€"'He held‘ out to her a little finger, from which a few drops of bright red blood were trickling. ling roseâ€"bud of a mouth. Sometimes h> said the cunningest things. Of course bis mother was his adoring slave, One day, having secretly taken a knife from the pantry, be was out in the yard making a sailboat when sudâ€" denty his mother‘s heart almost stood ;t',fil' awt"tlino sound of loud wailing. She rushed downstairs and was outâ€" side in a few seconds. C P. L. EISNOR Edgar was a fascinating ctild, with appealing blue eyes and a little darâ€" Railway Exhibition Sympathy t} did b part i possib bhalr, b shamp in yo D &t nC An time l hom @Â¥ My p "Oh ; B Chicks Befort Of or @1 and m en# TW i W ng h rad