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Ifit. by Um Bobbs-NsnUl Os, WNUServtes, SYNOPSIS Waiting In tha miniateCa study whlla tha wedding ffoceaaloa la being mar* ahaied, Jim Franklin, about to be mar> rled to Doris Carmody, la atabbed to doath. Cailta Shipley, one of the brides* malda ie obviously la a state of anxiety. Peter Cardigan, novelist, and amateur detective of some note, with Sergeant Kilday, of the New York po lice, begin thei offlcial investigation. The dagger used by the murderer is found. Franklin, while waiting, had many vlaitora among them his mis- tresa an actress. "Choo Choo” Train; his intended wife's father. Ambrose Carmody: her brother, Rylle^ Daniel BuIIis, well-known politician, and an unknown (woman in a blue frock, who had quarreled openly with Franklin. CHAPTER II—Continued —S— ‘Too wanted to see ineT' a slender young man stood in the doorwa.v. The novelist's eyes took in the tweed-clad flgtire of the hoy before hfan. In such gtrange contrast to the more formal wedding attire of the others. j "Yei?! Mr. rarmody.** his manner was I engaging, “we were-Jnst mentioning j you. I believe you came to see Mr. i Franklin, at about twenty minutes to j font.” here.** ! “What the object of your visit, j m.v boy?” i Rylie hesitated, and glanced it his father. j “Just a minute. Son,** the elderly j Carmody laid a detaining hand on the I .young man'a sleeve. The hand trem bled. but his voice was Arm as he fared the novelist. ‘'My son had noth Ing to do with this,” he said. “Of that I am sure. And I am not going to permit Jliim.Jo answer your questions, except under advisement from his attorney." “If you are so sure of his Innoeenoe. Mr. Carmody." Peter's voice was as soft as satin,“whnt do you want with 4 lawyer?" ‘•.Any man being qu(*8tioned by the police has a right to the services and protection of his attorney." Carmody’s voice rang defiantly through the room. "I. agree with you, Mr. Carmody,'' Peter said, his manner once more en gagingly warm. ''lint I am sure yon will agree that tliere are times, such as thia, when the poIi<-e have a right to expect the co-operation of law-ahid ing citlxcns. in their efforts to nppre hend a criminal. •'The man who was to have heett your son-ln-Iaw has heen murdered. We are only seeking the assistance of every person wlio can help ns shed some light on the clrcnmsfances of that crime. No one hut the murderer himself haa anything to fear from an swcrlng these questiona. May I sug- ipest that you step Into Doctor Aher nathy’s study and discuss the matter with your son. Perhaps that will fa cilitate matters." The old man's clutch tightened on ! his son's sleeve. The color flooding his i face threw his snowy mustache Into : vivid relief. “.An exwllent Idea.” he ' commented briefly, and followed by ! Rylie, he crossed to the study, closing the door carefully behind him. After a brief interval. Ambrose Car- inody reap|*eared in the doorway. “M.v son haa explained his reason for com ing here to roe/* his eyes were on Kilday as he spoke. “Dhvlously. he : had no connection with the crime, j However, as there »’as a qiiarrel, he 1 feels it necessary to make a brief state- : went, regarding IL I have no objec tion to this, but I reserve the rlglit to I halt the examination (tending the ad- j rice of my attorney, sliould It, in my opinion, become necessary, in order to ; safeguard my boy's interests.” ' Rylie Carmody, standing behind his ^ father, shrugged impatiently. ‘‘Don’t ! make mountains of mole hills. Dad.” ; he said. Then, facing the detective. * he continued: “I had a quarrel with Franklin in I Doctor Abernathy’s study a short time before the wedding. It concerned an actress called Choo Clioo Train, whom I had Just been informed was his . mistress. I “.Naturally, I was angry. I went ,. first to Franklin’s aitartment. and miss Ing him there. I followed him on here. I asked him If the story I had heard I were true. He admitted that It was. 1 We quarreled, then, after which I bur- I ried home in an effort to Intercept my I sister and father before they started for the churVh/l! PIMPLES HEALED Skin oiade desfer.smoocher, finer, dM easy Resinol wsjr. Foe firee sample of Hn\oaljoUn HAIR? MairaloaaSlsaovaiTM»- RRJ^ikRRm ■ "aew.BMidne« baldaeaa. Baaaweaatatntejfor faDadvt«a FOR TRIAL lYNXJ—1 The sergeant clucked softly to him-, self, “You say Franklin admitted his connection with this woman?” “He did to me. He even lauglicd about it,” Rylie replied bitterly. “He called me a foolish kid and told me I was old enough to understand such things. Thank God, I’m not!” The boy’s lips were quivering but he rushed on. “He laughed at me when I said I’d stop the wedding, too! Stood there and laughed at me!” ■ “Did he laugh when you threatened to kill him?" t’:e sergeant Interpolated In a suave tone;. “Hold on!^ AnibrMe Carmody warned. “Don't answer that sort of question. Sou." “Why not?" The young man turned Impatiently on his father. “You don’t think I killed him, do you?" He turned again to the detective. “Of course not I never made any threats." “You Just told UR you threatened to atop the wedding.’* , Rylie shrugged imiMitlently. ‘i mean have been sufficient .to stop the wed ding." “And did you?" Kllday's tone was JudIciaL “No. I arrived home too late. My father and sister had already left for the church." Peter Interrupted him. "Didn’t It occur to you that they would have left? It was already twenty minutes of four." “It didn’t occur to me.” answered the boy. “I guess I had lost all track of time." * “Did anyone see youj at homeT* “Yes. The butler. He told me they had been gone fully fifteen minutes." “So I supimse you came on back to the church?" “Yes." “Did you intend to halt the wed- dlngr “Yes." Defiantly. “How?” "I was going to tell Doris and Dad what I knew about dioo Choo Train.” That was the only thought thaUiad tlme^ entered your mind, up to thaif Peter urged gently. ^ ^ ^ “That was the only tii«',ught I ever had,” replleil the boy curtly. “Ah. And when you arrived here, how does it haopen that you never saw your sister or your father?" “I was too late—oral least I thought I was,” Rylie leaned forward eagerly, now. “When 1 got hack^ l could hear the ‘Wedding MarclL’ 00 the organ. I thought everything was over.” "Then what did you do?" "There was nothing I could do." The young man shrugged helidessly. ,>-s‘You didn't enter the church?" “No.” “Then where have you been since 'You Wanted to Sea Me?" tlie the wedding'/” Peter intended question’ to sound casual. Rylie besltated. clasping and un- cins|iing his hands nervotisiv In his Ih(). "1—I’ve just t>een driving around," he answered finally. "But of c<»Urse you’ve talkt^d to some one who was at the wedding. At home, [)erhaps.” “No, I haven’t been home." the youth denied. “'rhen how did you know Jim Frank lin had been killed?” .The question shot home like the swift thrust of a raider. .. * Rylie glanced nervously at his fa ther, then back to the novelist. The elder Carmody’s knuckles showed wliite, as he gripfted his son's arm. "I don’t like your tone,” he interru|ited angrily. “I>on’t answer that question. Son.” “Carmody,” Peter had gr»>wn sud denly stern, “you don’t have to an swer, but If you don’t you are in very grave danger of being accused of this murder.” The young man hesitated. “.All rl(iht, ril answer.” he .said at lengihr. “I haven’t anything to hide. I should liave told you the whole truth in tlie first place. Cailis Shipley told me -alxuit it. I have SFS*n her. I tfM»k her home from the church." “But you told us you never got hack to the church until after everything was over?” Peter eDdeavjiird to shake his story. — “No,” the youth denied. "I said that .my mind. 1 only, intended to Ijoform my father of this womaib That would when I got back, I heard the organ playing the ’Wedding March.’ and thought everything was over,^ I was standing across the street, by my car. and Cailis came running across to me. .She asked me to take her home.” “Oh! And she told you what had huf>pened then?” “Yes. I came straight back here, of course.” Cardigan arose abruptly. *^ert;’8 only one flaw lu that.” he said. “How could Cailis Shipley have known what ha|)pened here?" The young man's face went |»ale. Involuntarily, he clenche«l bis hands. “I guess she knew, just like every body else knew," he said. His voice sounded strangled, far away, r “But every <me else didn't know,” Cardigan (loloted out. “We haye taken si>eciu] precaution^ to see ttiiiTt no one else found out. There has not yet been any announcement made con cernlng Franklin’s death." „ , “I guess Cailis didn’t say there had been a murder." the boy’s voice was frantic. "She Just said artmething ter rible had hapi)ened and that the wed ding bad been postponed. I guesa I must have Jumped at conclusions about the murder." wWiif ■£ -.Ihaf. §m ■f -— *Na N<k I don't thlMKM.** Ryllo brushed the hair back f^ji^Lhia fore head ' and swallqw^lRenrously. "1 don't think It was iK^^odd. It would take something very unusual to stop a wedding, wouldn't It?" "Very unhsual.” Peter agreed. “And yon had undertaken to stop this one." "Too think I did lt.,don't youT Tho youth pointed a trembling finger at the novelist. “You're accusing me of mur dering him! That's what these ques tions amount to. Do you think I’d have come back here. If I had been guilty? Wouldn’t I have run away?" His voice broke. “Wouldn’t I?" Cardigan looked at him gravely. "That’s why some men don’t run away. Rylie," he said slowly. “They think It’s safer |to fight It out than to run the risk of being caught, because once ,Uiey start to run. they invite suspi cion." Rylie Carmody grlpi^d the arms of his chhir. “I’m not afraid," he said slowly. “I didn’t do It. Tqu can’t con vict me of something I didn’t do." "Then how were you so sure there would no wedding?" Peter queried swiftly. T—I wasn’t sure." ^ “And yet you never took the trouble to dress for It,’* the novelist (minted ^t. “You are wearing a tweed suit." Rylie glanced at his coat, as though for the first time realizing its exist ence. His aq^er was delll>ernte. ‘‘From the time X heard about Choo Oioo Train and Jim Franklin.’' he said. “I forgot all about the, wedding. I’ve told you about that. 1 came here to see Franklin, and then went home to try to catch Tw *S brf'biw she left. Falling Id that. 1 ra-joe straight hack heri^. I forgot all about dressing," “You have told us that several times,” said Peter. "Supiwse you tell ns how you hearX aboutJIhls actr?i^ Who told you?” Once again Rylie hesitated. Then, “Web Spears told me." he said. “He told me all about It at the club, after lunch." “Who Is this Web Spe.irsr' “Webster Spears? Why, he’s—oh. every one knows Weh. His father was m.v father’s partner, before he died. We’ve been frlen<ls always." “.\nd was there ever anything be tween this yt>ung S|*car8 and your sl.ster. Doris? An.v boy-and gir! af fair. Were they ever swiM'tliearts?” “Yes.” reliictniitiy. "P.ut that’s all over, now." “Since when?"^ ”I don’t know. For some time, though. I’m sure of that.” Peter's next questi«»n was addressed to the senior Carniod.v. “I 8U()(*o8e you knew young S(M‘ars pretty well, too. didn't you, Mr. Car mody?" “Of course. I’ve known him all'his life.” "Weil enough to recognize his voice over the tele(»hone?” “Well,” Ambrose <?Mrin<Mly purse«| his ll(is thoughtfull.v, “1 don’t know. I might." Peter foIlowe<l iqt tills question with another. *’Yo»i told us. earlier, that some one who refus<*d to give his name, tele(dioned yon this afternoon and t<dd you about Ch«M» (qim* Train. Could that have lieen Wettsfer .*<(»ears?” The elder CarnoMly slirMik hla head doubtfully. “I don’t know," he said. "I hardly think so." "Why?” I “Bec.nuse Weh would have given me his name.” declared the old man with dignity. Peter was evidently through with the interview. With hia hands cramineil in his coat p»M-kets. he amhied about the room, his forehead cornignted In thought, his blue eyes gleaming l>e- neath their sliaggy hrowa. The sergeant motioned Peter to fol low him and strode Into the stud.v. He made sure the d«M»r was shut be fore he 8(Kike. “Nine su.s(iects al ready. and we know who eight of them are. The devil of It is. we can show a motive for most of them." I'efer wat«‘he«l silently as his friend cros.sed to the rector's d^^sk where the contents of tlie slain man's (HM-kets^had lieen methodically arninged. They liad he«*n Te\v—a hlTT f«vid. some loose change, twf^- handkerchiefs, one of them, still foIde<l. and a leather en cased ring on which tliere were seven keys. Kilday picked n(» tlie keys, weigliing them Idly, his eyes still cloudeil In thought. "Nine siisiM*cts, and we know eight of them. But ■ woman Iq liliie—If It was Cailis Slil(»ley, th^n iNictor .Aliernatliy Is trying to (>rote<*t her. Why? If she was the wftman In blue," the dete<-tl\e c«intlniied delib erately. “we*II have to find a way to sliake IhK'tor Al»ernatliy’s story. ”But If she~“wj^n’t" -again he ex amined tne keys In his liand—“tlicse keys may tell us something. If the alLQUll iuQip.ta thalULUhl or.cvnclu alon?* . . woman in blue kilieii Fruiikiin, Jeal ousy was probably the motive for the crime. We know Choo Choo Train was his mistress. He could have had another. He had a reputation for In fidelity, where women were cf»n- cemed. If that Is true. ,then one b'f these ke.va probably fits the door of her apartment." Peter examined those keys minute ly. Two were small, of the ty(*e fre qiienfl.v used for desks and files. The other five were larger. .Any one of them might fit an a(»artment d<»or. Kilday might he on the right track. “How alHiiit young Carmody?” the novelist queried. "What do you think of his story?” "I i^n’t afford to think at out it till I check op on It." the detective re plied grimly. “Come on. let’s go visit Cailis Shipley. Pve got to know if she was the woman in blue. “And.” he added otiilnoualy, as they left *>y Uie r^r door of the study. '*‘twWF=fpr’i'lii/i»e key iiwrj fit tNr Qiurch of Historic Memo St. Peter^s, Bermuda, Oldest English House of 1 Worship in America, Has Associations Oear to the Hearts of AmeHcan People. St. Peter’s parish church. In Ber muda, la the -oldMt English church In America. It was In this church that the beautiful Nea of Tom Moore's poems was married In 1803. one of her sons later becoming rec tor of the church. Nea was Hester Louisa Tucker and became the wife of William Tveker. Marrying a man of her own surname brought no 111 to her, thus frustrating the old su perstition. Several months after her mar riage, Tom Moore, thq Irish poet, arrived In Bermuda as registrar of the admiralty court there, St George'a at that time being the most heavily fortified position In the west ern hemisphere, j Moore met Mrs. Tucker, who was only sixteen, at of St Peter's, with the exception af a lapse of five yeara, from lTfifi to 1805, quitting in 1772 because hla salary wras five years in arrears, bat returning in 1778 vpon the payment of all arrears to him. Dr. R. L. Tuck* er. son of Nea Tncker, was pastor from 1839 to j 1868. Part of the coromnnion service of St. Peter's dates from 1625. The large chalice, .the flagons and the paten, were the gifts of William m. In 1607. The font was brought there In 1782. but dates bark to IfBO. The three candelabra are amoBf the most beautiful furnishings of the church. The one near the altar wee Installed In ISn.TKe one to the left was found by the present pastor among discarded material In the beL a ball given In hla honor by Gover- i fry. The third, hong In the nav% nor and Mrs. Mitchell In the gov ernor's palatial home. He was Im mediately smitten with the beauty of the young lady and did not hesi tate to tell her #«. “Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms,” once diffused Its light In the old gov* ernment house. The altar and altar rail are of hewn cedar, built by the colony's first governor. Richard Moore, who wns a ship's carpenter. They are at atlll one of the world's best loved . old aq the oldest portion of the songs, was written about her by the j church. joutqi; Irishmait. atid one Sunday The weatlier vaiwx-which-tope tiy morning In old St. Peter’s they both , cTo<*k steeple, once showed how the remained In the church after the wind blew on the premises of WII* conclusion of the service and Moore liam Pitt, famous British statesman, went to the organ and sang hla neyr In the cemetery surrounding tha aonff to yoaaic Mn^ Tacker. church on three sides are many la- At the time the Tvekera lived In teresting tombe. One holds the ra the “Alley of Llmea,** aa Moore called 'mains of an American warrior. Rich* It. The narrow street-la aaw called ard Sntherland Dale, son of Com* Cnmberland lane. The ruins of the , modore Richard Dale of Philadel- eld Tucker house are less thsn five phis, who was wounded In the eo* minutes walk from St Peter’s j gagement between the United States church. j frigate President and a squadron of Rev. Alexander Richardson waa British ships on Januai^lfi, 181?k the pastor of the church during the The stone “records the tribute of Tom Moore-Nea romance, which was DO more than the admiration of a poet for al beauty who filled him with poetic Inspiration and the pride and satisfaction of a young woman who was singled out for fame by a man who had already achieved it. Reverend Mr. Richardson was a plrturesjque figure In St. - George's, which-Is more Spanish than Eng lish In ap(>earance. 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