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at fto "Do you ever think of that night in Dallas?" he asked seductively, Melton turned in his seat, "I‘m not tell you a thing, mind," he whispered fiercely, "but if you care to go down to a village called Mandiâ€" **No need to do that. It‘s in Kent. You go from Charing Cross." "And who is at Mandling?" "That‘s for you to find out. But F1 tell you this, Charlie Whittle: "The dirty swine," muttered the other beneath his breath. Too late the crook endeavored to eontrol his features,. That sudden exâ€" pression of suspicion had given his secret away to an astute questioner. "That‘s funny," he remarked. "Perhaps," conceded the detective. "Anyway,"â€"taking a gambleâ€""I fanâ€" elrd I saw Jim in the Weet End toâ€" Whittle glowed with satisfaction. Luck was with him. The "end" for which he had been waiting so long now appeared a possibility, "Yeah!" But the word was accomâ€" panied by a grim and ironical smile which Whittle knew *o be significant. "Anything to tell you? I don‘t quite get that." "I think you do, George." Then "Is Jh_: Birchall trailing around?" "Got anything to tell me?" he asked, raising his glass again. "Running straight, eh?" "Yesâ€"and finding it damned hard, let me tell you." The detective raised his glass. "I helped you once, George; and, if possible, I‘ll help you again," he said. "What‘s the trouble?" The answer was succinet. "Lack of dough," he said. When the waiter had brought the orderâ€""two large whiskiesâ€"and not too much soda"â€"Melton‘s host took up the talking again. "What brought you to London, George?" he asked. "Oh,"* quickly, "you needn‘t be worried; I‘m here on a holiday, and I‘m not loocking for work." "Even if you were," retorted the other, with an uncanny smile, "you wouldn‘t frighten me. I‘m out of the "‘Thanks," he said; "I‘ll have whisky." Melton made a swallowing moveâ€" ment and scratched the side of khis neck, He couldn‘t "get" the situation "Well, well, well," said the detecâ€" tive, when the other had accepted the invitation. The tone was markedly frierdly. "You‘ll have something, It was impossible to make a scene. After all, Whittle had nothing on him. There was no risk. Besidesâ€" Whittle was used to surprises; but, inured as he was in this particular, he yet felt a swift shock of exciteâ€" ment. This small, undersized indiâ€" vidual with the shifty eyes, he recogâ€" mized. He had run across George Melton on the last occasion he had erossed swords with Jim Birchall. What was Melton doing in England? He usually operated in the towns of the Middle West, not often venturing into New York, or even Chicago. And now he was in London. . . ! Working with Birchall? He lowered the paper quietly. Melâ€" ton had not seen him yet. The man was standing only a couple of yards away, surveying the room with eager, questioning eyes. "Hullo," drawled the detective. The other turned swiftly. Whittle was an enemyâ€"or had been an enemy. But the New Yorker was now smiling invitingly, and patting the chair by his side. per from the small table, and had placed it before his face. This did not prevent him, however, from secretly serutinizing the man who walked through the room towards the big fire which commanded a view of the whole apartment. "I‘ll look it up on the map. He was just thinking about lighting a fresh cigar when he suddenly sat forward in his chair, The next secâ€" ond he had picked up the evening paâ€" Charles Whittle be.ieved in mixing with his kind. It was all right to pay a visit for business purposes to the Carlton, the Savoy, the Ritz, and other *"swell joints" of that type, but he would have been supremely unconâ€" fortable living in them. ) Philip Crane, & young aercplane d¢â€" @igner, in London on a holiday, saves Margery Ferguson by snatching her from beneath a large car. On arrival at the Midâ€"Western Hotel, he is surprised to find a letter, writen in code. That «vening an unknown girl calls on aim. Resolved to see the adventure through, he goes with Judith Felstead to see a man named Stevensson. His impersonaâ€" tion is discovered when the other Crane appears. He escapes and meets Margery Ferguson again. Learning that her raâ€" ther is in the hands or Stevensson and his gang, he persuades Margery to seek whelter in a convent while he goes to Mandling, in Kent, to rescue her fathor.‘ Meanwhile Charles _Whittle is on the trail of a gang of forgers 999 CHAPTER VII.â€"(Cont‘d.) 959 over here to try to get sYNOPSIS, ADMIT ONE ‘31 BY SIDNEY HORLER "Now, thenâ€"pull yourself together, you fool! You‘re wanted downstairs." Resistance was out of the question ; he could only obey the command by shuffling feebly forward as the other held his left arm in a viceâ€"like grip. Down the broad stairease skiriting a wide hall, at the other end of which eould be seen the heavy front door of the house, the two went Outside a His manner was distraught; several times during the previous hour he had wondered if he were going mad. His actions now were those of one whose brain was rapidly becoming unbalancâ€" ed. Clawing at the door until the blood cozed from his broken fingerâ€" nails he kept up a continuous ery: "Let me out! Let me out!" It seemed as though Fate had deâ€" cided to answer the appeal, for the door suddenly opened. Ferguson, unâ€" able to save himself, sagged forward ; but, before he reached the floor, his body was caught in a pair of strong He stumbled weakly towards the door, this man who had been a prisâ€" oner for the past week. Faint through want of food, his nerve broken by actual physical torture, George Ferâ€" guson would have excited the pity of any observer. The American detective gave a nonâ€" committal grunt. But his mind was very active. "Looks as though the poor chap‘s been shot," was the reply, "I heard the policeman say he was dead, any He had recognized the immediately. It was George Meiton! The sight outside confirmed his worst suspicions. On a leather lounge a man‘s body had been placed. There was an ominous stain at the base of the neck. A police constable was conâ€" versing in low tones with the Manager of the Washington. A crowd fourâ€" deep watched in awed silence. ‘"What‘s happened here?" Whittle asked his neighbor. The mind of a crime investigator has to work quickly. Whittle bounded out of his chair and forced a way through the press of people. A sudâ€" den fit of apprehension seized him. Whittle had just closed the book, when a commotion was heard in the hall of the hotel thirty yards or so away. There came a sinister cry: "Murâ€" dered !" Ah, well, he would be there the next day. Tl_lerg was not long to wait. "You have a Gazetteer here?" "Certainly, sit." $ The book of reference, admirable as it was, was able to supply very little information. Beyond the mere mention that Mandling was a village of a few hundred inhabitants, and that it was near a Castle, famous for the fact that the knights who crossed from France with the intention of murdering Thomas a Becket, stayed‘ there one night before proceeding to Canterbury, it had nothing to tell. 1 But there was much to be said. Ac tion promised. Of course there were difficulties. These were represented in the two questions: (1) Why was Melton in London? and (2) Why did he give the information? There was yet a third query: What was going on in Mandâ€" ling, that quaintlyâ€"named Kentish village? _ "Noâ€"and now he won‘t."" A hand raised the glass and set it down empty. ‘"Well,; he concluded, "I‘ll be pushing along. Goodbye." This was an unusual evening. Whittle signified it by calling ~r a third whisky, which represented two over his usual allowance. Bit there was matter for congratulation. George Meiton had not been kidding him. Of that he was sure. The man had been sincereâ€"for what reason, he could not yet decide. yet?" "I was looking for oo‘;neone,” was thg_{loncon_)lpittal reply. "That‘s all want to know, George, he said; "and I won‘t forget it. Now, if you‘ll take my tip, you‘ll clear ut of this town. You say you want money â€"here," taking a notecase from his pocket, "is a hundred dollars. That ought to help you to where you‘re goâ€" ing. . .. Is it too inquisitive to ask you why you came here tonight?" \ Whittle took a third sip at his whisâ€" ky and soda. Life had changed from the ordinary and commonplace to the stimulating exciting. Old campaigner as he was, his pulse was beating at a slightly higher rate than usual. The blood was thudding through his veins at a quicker pace. He was getting on the trail. Take a gun with you. There‘s a woâ€" man thereâ€"" 7 "A woman! Somethin g new, eh?" ‘Yes, very new. You‘ll laugh when you see her; that is, if you get a chance to laugh before she plugs you. ‘The Empress,‘ they call her. . . The Empress. . . ." ‘ :z’laiter!” es, sizp?" CHAPTER VIIHH, recognized the dead man this â€"person â€"turned â€" ap "Artificial inflation of stocks must be considered a crime as serious as counterfeiting, which it â€" closely reâ€" sembles." â€"Andre Maurois. "I do not agree with the people who try to apply mathematics and extreme logical abstractions to the regulations of the human race." to shoot his arrows over Piccadilly again before long with the unveiling probably early in December. is now expected to be only a matter of days. The base of the famous meâ€" morial has been completed, but the bronze basin of the fountain must be erected and other work done such as connecting the waterpipes. ‘This is now going on behind the canvasâ€"covâ€" ered scaffolding that screens it from public gaze. According to the latest information the little god is certain London.â€"The long heralded replaceâ€" ment of Eros in the Piccadilly Circus Next would come _ the 7,000â€"mile flight across the Pacific on a course where shipping is scarce. A pilot might make land at the Gilbert Isâ€" lands, at Christmas Islands, and at Galapagos, From the latter he could proceed to Quito, in Ecuador, Then would follow a journey across South America to the mouth of the Ama zon. His gigantic flight wouldr Vt_e;- minate with the crossing of the Atlanâ€" tic to Libreville. Eros Soon to Appear Again in Piccadilly Among the possible airplane fiights for 1932 being discussed in Europe, the "follow the equator" feat is talked about more than any other. European airmen say the best starting point would be Libreville, French Equatorial Africa. After crossing Africa in two "legs" there would be a long and danâ€" gerous flight across the Indian Ocean, with a stop at Maldive Islands for fuel. According to a scientist‘s recent statement monkeys develop quicker than children. Perhaps they "ape" their elders more effecâ€" tively? . This Bronz Zoo chimp, Buddy, likes his meal this way. room on the right, his guard halted ’ to tap lightly on the door. ‘ _ "Come in," said a cultured voice. The prisoner might well have deâ€" luded himself that he was mercly dreaming this scene and not living it. Even in this age of sensational crims, what ordinary person would have creâ€" dited his story?â€"that he had been k;d-[ napped in broad daylight, taken :o a country house in Kent, and there kept a prisoner by a gang of crooks who, through him, were intending to gather a harvest of several million pounds? (To be continued.) | ‘"Follow the Equator" Is Goal Of Hypothetical Air Trips â€"Sherwood Anderson "Buddy" Dines in Style It was almost time for Lear‘s enâ€" trance, bearing the body of his murâ€" dered daughter, and said daughter beâ€" gan to get ready, stretching herself at | full length upon a table that she might l be the more easily gathered up. King Lear swept down from his dressing room and stood beside her, waiting for his cue. As it came he stooped over Cordelia and whispering "Now then â€"ready?" carefully spat upon both palms, rubbed them hastily together and, shouldering his burden, trudged with it on the stage. i Titâ€"bits from the intimate diaries of the ‘late C. W. Barron, noted finanâ€" A queer little inc‘dent duriag the | run of "Lear" at the Lyceum Thentrc,! London, in the palmy days of Henry Irving and Ellen Terry, is recorded by j W. Graham Robertson, in his captivatâ€" | ing reminiscences "Life Was Worth : Living." One evening, Ellen Terryâ€": as Cordeliaâ€"and Robertson stood to-i gether at the wings during the last act when the great actress said: ! ""Well," said Corselia, "you come and look at Henry." (Irving was playâ€" ing Lear). ‘"‘They don‘t," ‘said Robertson, "at least only laborers handling a spade or a navvy gripping a pickâ€"axe." "Graham, wixy do ien ~A_\lvvv;\'y-s' spit on their hands when they are going to take up anything?". Amusing Anecdotes "Every known primitive civilization has been built directly upon one or another of the cereal grasses, suppleâ€" mented in some cases with pasture Erasses, Primitive man, living by hunting, was completely dependent on grassland and became a nomad as he followed grassâ€"feeding animals in their Berkeley.â€"Grasses always â€" have been and still are more important to mankind than any other living things, finds Morris Halperin, research usist-J ’ant in agronomy of the University of California. "Evidence for this stateâ€"i ment," states Halperin, "is abundant throughout the history of man in all ages and on all continents ‘The geoâ€" logic age of mammals, the nomadic life of primitive man, the beginnings of civilization, and the existence of modern life are closely interwoven modern life are closely interwoven with the indispensability of grasses to man, Grasses Still Most Vital ONTARIO ARCHIV TORONTO Quality has _ _ no substitute â€" Living Thing to Mankind The â€"fishermen split the fish through the back, wash them in fresh water, place them in a 56 per cent. salt solution for six hours and then put them in the open air for the sun to do the rest. On the ranches the fish are soaked in water for an hour â€" # or so before being fed to the foxes. ~o§ The plant was tried out for the first > as time last year and at Once proved * n Foxes on the ranches of Prince Bdâ€" ward Island now get vitamin D in their diet through the medium of fish. Twico a week sunâ€"dried herring are fed to theni, Sunned Fish Supply Vitamin D to Foxes ta. a patterns as you want. Enclose 2( |_ _ "The boy said: ‘I don‘t know '“"l stamps or coin (coin preferred; thing about it, but father is in the ;}, carefully) for eech number, !p:.rlox: praying for light and moth,er address your order to Wilson Pat } is up in thf attig pnck.mg t}“e trunks®," Service, 73 Wesi Adelaide St., Tor: Ne ol ie mnned In a talk with Dr. Walter B. Jaimes r at Battle Creek, Michigan, on October | The Lion Roars 25, 1922, Mr. Barron quotes the doctor| Dreaming the Lion sits, as saying: White all around "I think the development of women| Th® greedy chorus rings has come largely by discarding their| Of flouting jackal, fleeing hound clothing. A father will come to me Has he forgot his kingship, with a cold and sore throat and PU!} Bought with the price of years? off clothes like a numan onion; they 1s this the end of greatness? would fill a bushel basket. But his Squander‘d the blood and tears? daughter‘s clothes would go in a quart measure," | Sudden the Lion rises, I The Lion roars. . . . mumeeen ons 4......ll., 2 P P 6 d » un dubsctae Cmm whiprets ie se ds‘ $3 ‘"‘Then the deacon, smilingly, vegan upon the boy and said, ‘Can you teli me anything about the report that your father has had 1 call to another church? ‘ Mb oice . nsl atvaisiah t ts daratsr ind iancass . d "Finally, the deacons agreed that one of them should :all and ask him directly. So the old deacon knoek»i on the front door and asked the boy who responded to see his father. The boy said that his father was engaged. ‘Then can I see your mother? and the boy replied that his mother was bnsy.| George Harvey (former American Ambass.dor in London) said: "I supâ€" pose I have told John D. Rockefeller the story of the minister‘s call at least forty times and eacn time he seems ‘o get a new chuckle out of it He is very appreciative of wit. I tell it that there were rumors about Peachâ€" am for many weeks that the minister had had a call to a larger parish, but nobody seemed to get any informaâ€" tion and the minister said nothing. ‘ _ Boston, June 5, 1920. Mrs. Coolidge ‘ells the following story. It is her custom, when going out, to leave acr address so that the governor (Coolidge was Governor of Massachusetts at the time) may call ner up if he returns. Recently the governor returned home, rang the telephone of the party giving the afternoon tea and said to put Mrs. Loolidge on the teleph»r1e. ‘ The conversation was as follows: Governror: "Mrs. Coolidge?" Mrs. Coolidge: "Yes." Governor: "Hop home." If any body can get that conversaâ€" tion into fewer words or letters withâ€" out cutting the sense, he deserves a piize, remarks Barron. Unser date, New Yoi'k, November 16'}927' igithis entry : _ ‘"Toâ€"day grasses furnish all the breadstuffs and most of the meat and sugar consumed by man. Grasses also play an important part in building material, reclaiming land, providing turf for lawns and the athletic fields. The greatest portion of the dry land surface of the earth is occupied by grasses" ; cr1al reporterâ€"as The old Barron": "In 1700 B.C., the Chinese instituted the symbolic ceremony of sowing five useful plants each year, these being rice, wheat, sorghum, millet and the legume, soybeans. In Egypt, barley and millet were produced as early as 4000 B.C. On the American continent all civilization from Canada to Pataâ€" gonia is practically synonymous with one grass, maize or Indian corn. wanderings. Cereal grasses changed BY ANNEBELLE WORTHINGTON man from a nomad to a settler and led! smcs to the cultivation of land. Even the IHustrated Dressmcking Lesson Furâ€" calendar and social life were mule, nished With Every Pattern necessary by the cultivation of cereal grasses. PP T y Cea /es[/vm the gardens" recorded in "More Licking their constitution of the United States." "Well?" "And I was surprised to find out how many rights a fellow has." The skirt is cleverly gored at the front, lending height to the figure. mi_*: ay akes c L‘."e N Paris centres interest in sleeve fulâ€" ness below the elbows for afternoons. This darling black crepe satin mod»l is both practical and versatile. It uses white crepe satin for its lower sleeves and for the neat mouldedâ€"toâ€" theâ€"dress trim in inset vestee at the front of bodice. ‘ What New York Is Wearing ., in the Morning Post yapped lie silent, the ‘"Knowledge, whatever i!1 uses bad nu-noollsh_!n its essence good." the stones. ‘Then an ant pushes its way out and begins to carry the pebâ€" bles away. Just behind the first comes another, and another, until the whole family comes journeying out. An antâ€"hill is made of tiny pebbles, which are piled about an entrance hole. At night the ants take these pebbles in their mouths, and, carryâ€" ing them to the hole, pile them one upon the other, as men build a wall. After the hole is filled up, except one tiny place at the top, the last ant crawls in, and with her head pushes sand up against the hole from the inside, thus stopping it up entirely, Then all night not an ant will be seen, but about eight o‘clock the next morning, if one looks very closely, one may see a pair of tiny feelers thrust out through the chinks between , *These insects appeared in enorâ€" mous numbers in the workers‘ barâ€" |' racks, Means of exterminating them were lacking, and the sanitary oMâ€" clals were helpless, As one result, itho workers refused either to live in the infested houses or to work at the assigned jobs. "News from the ‘bedbug front‘ still is reported as discouraging. Soviet scientists having failed to devise any practicable means of getting rid of the insects." ’ "As part of two of the chiet units 'ol Russia‘s ‘Fiveâ€"Year Plan,‘ the houeâ€" ing campaign and the farm campaign, the Soviet Government mobilized many months ago gangs of laborers who were to live in barracks and work on new houses or in the fields, At a recent meeting of the Union of Saniâ€" tary Workers in Moscow it was admitâ€" ted that bedbugs largely had defeated both of these plans for barrack housâ€" ing of necessary workers, Important economic plans of the Government of Soviet Russia threatâ€" en to be thwarted by that humble inâ€" sect, the bedbug, declares Dr. E. B. Free in his Week‘s Science (New York). We read: Nor is there where Freedom her tent may rear, But has a grave within some corner, near! Deep down they lie around the corâ€" ner gtones _ > On which the walls of Industry arise; There is a place where Progress, too, atones, For she is not exempt from sacriâ€" * ficeâ€" ‘The heathery Pentlands, or the moore of York, ‘The Tuscan vineyards, or Germanâ€" ia‘s streams?â€" Death found their leaky shacks and stopped their work, And now the sageâ€"brush . mingles with their dreams. Insects Hamper 5â€"Year Plan ‘o byc‘ Fillowed for Rest, cushioned for Comfort, do We ever think how in lone grave yards lie Along the road, brave, happy lads who knew. Far in the western world where trains "The reds, which also prevail in the autumn, do not come from the chloroâ€" phyll, but from the »igments containâ€" ed in the sap. Their appearance indiâ€" cates an excess of sugar in the leaves, after the withdraw:‘* of other maâ€" terials." "One of them is the breaking up of the chlorophyll into the substances of which it is composed ‘The green pigâ€" ment passes out of the lea es before the yellow. Thus yellow becomes one of the prevailing hues of autumn {oliâ€" cal changes. "When ‘he cool weather sets in and the growth of vegeta.ion slows down, the trees need less food, and gradually suspend work in the leaf factories, Both the "ood and the chlovophyl]l in the leaves are drawn into the body of the tree and stored up for use in the trees. In their cells the carbon of the air is combined with materials brought up by the sap from the roots to form starch, sugar, and other substances by which the whole tree is fed. The foodâ€"making process is perform» ed by sunshine with the aid of a subâ€" stance called chlorophyll, or leaf green. Chlorophyll is a mixture of several pigments, or coloring matters, One of these is preen, and gives the leaves their ordinary color. Another is yellow, and is the some substance that, on account of its abundance in growing grass, makes butte particuâ€" larly yellow in the spring This inforâ€" mation is furnished by Charles Fitz hugh Talman in his Science Service feature, Why the Weather? (Washingâ€" ton). He goes on “fimuh the season of growté the leaves serve as food uctor‘._el for the mnot, as many people suppose, the reâ€" sult of the first sharp frost, It is a chemical process, favored by How Ants go to Bed This transfer involves many chemiâ€" The coloring of leaves in the fall is â€"â€"Alexander Louis Fraser. rather than sudden wt lin bha stepp Jorke LOve ng 10t wias