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CHAPTER XII—Continued ... v ■:.?? tm s'-'' - •; ^ • 4m / .•- • ■ ■ ■ "Franklin had a rarolrer in hla pockat and attempted to draw tt, dur- iBf the «tniggle. Ton wiped It clean of finger-prints, too, and then thought of leaving Franklin's own thnmb-mark on the weapon. dead man’s hand, then flung it Into the bushes of the garden^ In the rear. Aftefr that you left‘the way yon had copse, but you couldn’t go Into the church because you had'not had time to dress for the wedding. You were still in tweeds. So you crossed the street and waited in your car until after the crime was discovered. "You have already told us what you did then. After taking Callis shipipy home, you returned to the church. You knew FAnklin had been murdered. To protect yourself, you first said that the girl had told you. We knew she couldn’t know Franklin was dead un less she was implicated In the affair. When you saw you were trapped, you tried to wriggle out of It, and the girl tried to help you. I don’t know. It might* have worked if it had not been for last night." "Last night?* Rylle Carmody stared fixedly at the detective. "You keep coming back to that What about last night?” "You want me to tell you, eh?” KU- day’s gaze never wavered from the youth’s face. “You were suddenly mighty anxious to escape the man who was following you, last night, weren’t you? Because you had something to do that wouldn't bear watching. "You were afraid there was some thing in Franklin’s apartment that might Identify you with the crime. You hadn’t an opportunity to do it be- fore. because we were watching you. You realized you were under suspicion. That heightened your anxiety, and made you all the more eager to de stroy that evidence. If It were In the apartment. "So last night yon made up your mind not to wait'any longer. You de cided to shake the detective and take your chances with Fletcher. And that’s what you did. You had a lucky break when Fletcher went out for a couple of hours. But you couldn’t find what you went after there and decided Franklin had kept it at his office. "I don’t know what you were after— yet. But 1*11 find out Probably some evidence that connected this Shipley girl with the case. Or perhaps it con nected you, or even young Spears with the crime. At any rate, that’s where Cardigan outguessed us both. It’s too bad I didn’t have more confidence in him. If I had, Pd have been with him last night and he would be here, right now. 'Next time. Til play his hunch, If there ever Is a next time.” The detective scowled. “I don’t un derstand how you caught him so com pletely off balance. He was armed. But somehow or other, you did. And in the struggle which followed, you knocked him out of the window. But not.” he paused to glance significantly at Rylie’s bandages, "not before he had put up an awful struggle. He left his mark on you. “The fight was waged In the dark. by MONTE BARRETT f Cvprrigbt, IMS. hr tka .Bvbfca-M•rrOl O*. was following you. The accident oc curred nearly four hours later, withlb thirty miles of the wot where you if .fuin’r ihs^e gam WWW—TW Uwww •area* hours to travel thirty mlle»-Hiot at the rata you were going. Where wore you an that time? What wefOWlKIfirr _ Rylle hesitated. "I was just going for a ride. I wasn’t going anywhere In particular." "You said you had an appointment at nine. With whom?” "That doesn't have anything to do With the case,” the young min replied slowly. “I merely mentioned It to fix the time of the accident” "You’ll have to let me be the Judge "If there*! anythin wrong with you, we haven’t been able to find It" Peter never replied. He was think ing with chagrin of the quarry who had escaped him In that bitter struggle In the darkened room. ' Kllday kept him Informed of the Howe About: GoodlasteToday ^ & 11"" ' BY EMILY POST " Anther of\ -ETIQUETTE," "THE BLUE BOOK OF SOCIAL USAGE,* ETC CUm ON VACATION? Sentiment v Manufactured Roar Ford’a Philosophy A. Ml BvedlMfte.—WNUawvlMk At et me at* not nia .family alUaneas arranged by par- By BD HOWB novelist’s third day In the hospital. "How are you feeling?" the geant Inquired with more than’ ordt- INTRODUCTIONS should my young non, aged ten, be tntro- can doubt It was our —mtl. dared to onr frteadal 2*. -i- T HU gross sentimentality Americans hive long practiced In their public effatrs. and do not privately believe in, „ has done them great harm. No REVEI FELT BETTE! tllfiC tIE LOST SI POIIK OF FAT sergeant gruffly- “Who were you go ing to meet, and where?" The young man remained silent. ' "All right,” - declired KlIcTay. "HI tell you. Your engagement was to go to Franklin’s apartment That’s why you can’t tell me about It That’s why It was necessary for you to give my man the shake first He last saw you late in the afternoon. There la no rec ord of your movements between then and the time you claim this accident occurred, near Westport. The^fact is, after you had searched Franklin's apartment you went to hla office, where you had the struggle with Peter Cardi gan. Then you became frightened. You needed some means of account ing for your movements at that time. Besides,” the sergeant leaned back and studied his man thoughtfully, “you were bidly battered In that fight You were going to 4 have tO explain those braises. What better explanation could Oaniipan lias been able to tell me Hint much. You thought that even if Cardi gan lived, he would be unable to iden tify you. But circumstantial evidence accuses you, my boy, Just as surely as Peter Cardigan ever could. “You gave our detective the slip. Why? Because you couldn’t afford to be observed when you went to Frank lin’s apartment and office. You knocked Cardigan through the window, but not before be had left bis mark on you. This accident story won’t get you any- where, Carmody." “Suppose," replied the boy soberly, •that I can prove there really was an A Ncnaeni: "Do you have # witnesses?” "Not eye-witnesses, but I can pro duce the wrecked car. That should be pretty strong circumstantial evi dence, as you call It" Kllday puffed thoughtfully. "The wrecked car, eh? What time was this wreck?" "About eight-thirty, or perhaps a quarter to nine, on a gravel road about ten miles from Westport” "Where did you go? What did you do? How did you get back to town? What time was it then?" The sergeant shot his questions with staccato rapidity. ^ . *T was stunned. I guess it was this blow on the head that did It” Rylle fingered the discolored eye gently. "I don’t know how long I- was 'out* It was quite dark, I remember. The ear had overturned and I had been throws clear. I didn't realize, at first, that I had been unconscious. Then I looked at my watch. It waa nine- thirty. That worried me, because I waa supposed to meet some one at nine. And the last thing I remembered before the accident, I had had plenty of time. "There was a farmhouse up the road about half a mile. I could see the lights. So I limped up there and asked for help. I telephoned West- port from there and got a car. Then I returned home.!* you find than an automobile accident? "The apartment was searched some time between four-thirty and six-thir ty. Your struggle with Cardigan oc- cured about eight-fifteen because that’s the time he went through that win dow. There Are a number of wit nesses who saw his fall. Fast driv ing would have taken you to the scene of the so-called accident by about the time you appeared at the farmhouse. It was no trick for an experienced driver to roll his car -off the road in loose gravel. I’ll admit, you couldn’t have made it by the time you say the acci dent occurred. But you didn’t have to make it quite that fast You claim you laid unconscious in the ditch for about half an hour. Yet no one saw you there. No passers-by discovered the accident It hardly seems likely that no one passed the spot in thirty min utes. The roads in that section are fairly well traveled. “Nevertheless, you were not discov ered until you regained consciousness of your own accord, you tell me. Then you limped to the farmhouse. That gives you the added time necessary to complete your alibi. Carmody, there was an accident, all right. But it was a deliberate one. planned by you, to throw us off the track. You were never unconscious. That part of your story 1x8! been added to make the time fit Into the events at Franklin’s office that if ivtiiiM r in lux 1 mimR- % ■ • • ■ V 11. - - - - ’ - ■ - ■ CV | - J - - “ V rx. * ■ ■ . 1 - - - - sible that you were there.” Kilday glanced slowly about the room. “Where are the clothes you were wearing?" he next asked. "I want to have a look at them.” “In the dressing room. I suppose.” Rylle Indicated a door across the room. "It was a brown tweed. You’ll recog nize it, because It was torn a bit.” As the detective rose, he drew his revolver. “Stay rigty where you are,” he commanded. "You aren’t going to puli any tricks on me like you did on Cardigan. I’ll be watching you.” He backed carefully to the dressing room and, leaving the door open In order to keep the young man In sight, found the suit. "This settles It," be said. "Come on. Get some clothes on. You’re going down to headquarters with me." "You have lost your mind," declared Rylle Carmody hoarsely. "Suppose I told you who I Intended to meet at Westport at nine o'clock last night? Would you believe me then?” Kllday smiled. "Sure," be agreed. "Maybe you did have an appointment to meet some one at Westport. If you were clevef you did. It would strength your alibi. “But Til tell you something else.” Hr leaned" forward, all trace of the smile vanished Into the stern lines of hla face. ‘TU bet you a hundred dol lars that you never kept that appoint ment "You couldn’t Not and be at Frank lin’s office when you were." nary solicitude. “How are the aches and pains?" “They’ll take care of themselves." Peter studied hla friend’s anxious ex pression. “What’s on yonr mind?” "A habeas corpus hearing to release young Carmody on ball," was the rr ply. “It’s set for this afternoon. 1 wish yon were feeling better. I think the district attorney would like to 4avr Peter smiled. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much help,” be said. “I can’t be lieve Rylle Carmody la the fellow I fought lirthat* office. And I can’t be-* lieve Franklin was murdered merely to stop the wedding. It doesn’t sound reasonable” "And yet," argued the detective, “the \ CHAPTER XIII '3- "What time waa It when you reached tip farmhouse?" “I don’t know, exactly. It must have been about ten o'clock. Not much later, PaHere."-—r. -7— The sergeant smiled—a slow un pleasant sort of snrtle In which there waa no trace of mirth. “Pretty clever, Carmody, but It won't work. It #as somewhere around four o’clock when you started for the country. About fieur-forty-fivv you lost* the man who In Search of a Key An awning, stretched above the side walk below, saved Peter Cardigan’s life when he plunged through the win dow of Jim Franklin's office. In reality it was only the apace of t second, but to the falling man tt seemed an Interminable period. Then ho crashed Into the steel support of the midway on thff right leg. around, so that he Ho did not until some time after the attending time to determine injuries. Hla right firactured. Hla left and. In addition, cracked. "And a black eye," blow catching him protested. one thing you could remember about your assailant was that he wore a tweed suit Carmody was wearing a tweed suit” . Peter raised his nnbandaged arm In protest, wincing from the pain of the movement "That seemed very Im portant to me when I waa falling through the window," he said. "Some how, it doesn't seem so important now; Almost anyone could wear a tweed suit. That Isn’t enough to convict young Carmody." “But coupled with everything else. It is,” the detective stubbornly per* slated. 'The minute I heard what had happened to you, I started my search. I knew from what you told me that you had put up quite a battle. Yonr opponent certainly would be battered up. Young Carmody haa a black eye and Is considerably bruised up, other wise. He was wearing a suit that an swers your description. He claims he was In an automobile accident, but It looks as though that were Just a cleverly arranged scheme to account for his appearance, as well as his whereabouts, at the time you were having your fight He claims he bad an appointment at Westport at nine o'clock, but admits be qever kept It and won't tell us who he was supposed to meet He gave our detective the slip that afternoon, so that he had hla first opportunity to visit that apart ment And he had a motive for the crime. That’s enough to hold anyone on. Peter, and I’m going to hold him." The novelist studied his friend gravely. "All logical," he admitted. “I’m not sure about one point In my fight I don’t know whether I battered up my antagonist or not Oh," he smiled, “I know I was considerably battered. But the other fellow waa landing his blows to the bead, I was hitting to the body. He was aiming for a knockout, and I was trying to wear my man down; working in close as much as possible. I felt sure that if I coulll make a rough-and-tumble affair of It. t cmitrt beat muc—I NHTT would have, too. if I had not dived through the window, attempting to tackle him. All of which means lath ing," he admitted, “except that I don’t know that I blackened one of his eyes. I can't remember it, although I'm rea sonably sure I left some black and blue marks on his body. The difficulty is, they aren't the sort of marks that show." “In a fight of that sort," Kilday ob jected, "you might have landed a dozen blows you can’t remember now." "Admitted,” Peter agreed. “But Rylie Carmody’s black eye isn’t con- ckisive evidence. How about Dan Bullis? Does he show any signs of having been In a ’fight?” “None that I could see." Peter reached for a cigarette, light ed It, and thoughtfully watched the smoke clouds roll ceillngward before he spoke again. "Of course this let’a thq woman out,” he began. "Neither Choo Choo Train nor our myaterious woman in blue was capable of putting up the scrap that I ran into. And of course. If the motive of the crime was to halt the wedding, the crime waa committed by a woman, with the single exception of Rylie Carmody." “Of course there waa Webster Spears," put In the detective. "But he was already under arrest You didn’t run into him In that office.’! "Which means," continued the nov elist "that either Rylie la our man,*-or else the wedding Itself wasn't the mo tive. I’ve already explained why I can't think it was Rylle. A man con templating murder doesn’t advertise the motive, the way he did. It's be ginning to look as though I may be wrong, but I want to be sure. We still have the Bullis angle. The mur der might have been political, as you first suggested. Or, as 1 have previous ly suggested, the woman in bine may be the key to the case." “But you’ve already admitted It couldn’t have been a woman," Kllday mental talk of making the world safe for democracy that landed us In the World war, at an expenee which bank rupted us. and harmed Instead of pro moted democracy; It gave the poli ticians their present terrible power. Gross sentimentality (too much sym pathy for evil doers) ruined our courts, tnd built up a legal system that bt the astonishment of the intelligent world; it haa corrupted our youth, our women our religion—-everything we ore now In almost universal revolt again*! bad Its Inception In gross aentlmen- tattty..r'.,--.' 1 .—-- The writers and leauera known as the Sob Squad have taken advantage of our smiling, hypocritical acquiee- ence in sentimental folly until we are the laughing stock of all sane foreign ers. Our present groaning because of self-inflicted wounds will make e pegs In future histories that will disgrace the once brave word American. • • • 1 have lived so long, and heard so many tales, only a very nnoaual one Interests me. Today I gave a little at tention to this: A twenty-year-old girl of the beat set In a small town la taking a liquor cure. • • • I have Just been reading another African hook, and encountered two well-behaved maidenly ladles who went everywhere. They had ho am bition beyond seeing the country; no reforms to Introduce. So they were welcomed by all the whites, sod the natives found them so unusual they were also delighted to see them.' The author thus dismisses them finally; “They had been everywhere In the world that one would like to go, and experienced nothing that In their eyes amounted to risk or discomfort. But they will never write ■ travel book, their observation la too accurate, their views too sane, to command attention." s e e, ; The writing between the lines here la that publishers win print nothing about Africa, or anything else, not absurdly exaggerated. In everything In print publishers Insist that lions roar menacingly, maul hunters, and carry off women and children. In all you read, look out for the manufactured roar, and discount It, or your reading will add to your con fusion. o o • Henry Ford recently wrote: “A man baa no divine right to a Job, but must work to find work. Charity un dermines character; self-help Is the only road to economic salvation. 1 do not believe In routine charity; I think tt a aha theful thing that any man Answer: "Mrs. Jones, this la mi son Bobby" or ."Ethel this la Bobby,* then to Bobby, Miss Blake." Bobby then says, "How do you do, Mrs. Jones” (or “Miss Blake"). • • • • Dear lfra.« Post: Is there any way that would be correct to meet thet young girl In the next apartment house? Her fatner la a professional associate of my father, hut outside of the hospital at which both are at- the knee and thigh Its force spun him fell on hie left side, er consciousness the hospital, dan bad had extent of hla waa badly waa" broken three ribs were the added. “Certainly. I still thinlP so. But She la the only factor of the case that remains unexplained. I-atlll believe tt la logical to assume that Franklin waa killed in a flt of Jealous rage O'*** ■ woman, not by a woman. Why couldn't tt have been that woman’s brother or husband? Sergeant, either you era right, and Rylie is our man, or we still have to locate a blond woman with whom Franklin had an affair. (TO nn CONTINUED.} It It la neither helpful dot human. Tho-oharity ef our eitlee la-the most barbarous thing In our system. Truo charity la a much more costly effort than money giving. Unemployment has become one of the most dreadful words Id the language." . . . This philosopher spent a large amount of money In getting this sound thinking before the people, but they paid not the slightest attention to it. see I was once In the company of a moth er and daughter, and especially ad mired the daughter. “She deserves all you say of her now," the mother said, “but aa a child she was terrible; busy half tho tlmo returning she stole from tho neighbors. And she waa a tyrant with the other children and with her parents. In her babyhood I ns sincerely regretted the ever was born as I now rejoice In It, for eho Is an unusually creditable weman; she frequently shames as with her ladylike manners.” . . . I admired the young woman the more because she ao successfully overcame the natural bad habits of youth. Suc cess In lift is realisation as we grow up that If we art to enjoy tho comforts of civilization, we must acquire civi lized habits, see tending physicians, they never meet We are really the newcomers In tho neighborhood so neighborhood eouite- ay cannot be used aa a means. Answer: The strictly proper thing to do la to wait onttl a friend In com mon introduces you. But since very few people take strict proprieties of this sort very seriously, you might perhaps write her a note, tell her your father knows her father and that you would like very much to meet her, and ask If she will name an hour when you may go to see her. This is of course not at all according to rile, and If she does not answer your note you win feel humiliated, and there will be nothing that you can do except forget that you ever wanted to se her. On the other hand, there la no reason to suppose she will not be delighted to know you. . O ;'Q e — Dear Mrs. Post: I am secretary to Jar fte is* „ Dm. and aaa in Mabst >n — naSy I Ml aowsIL* B a Tmy, via. •lay fitt tfr - fiea Just take a half teaapoenfal of eh«a Salts first thing a dam ef hot ^ mtiafied (lasts 4 v drugstore with raaatts of the ^world fee bade from say rer. But maSe SAFI way bltmitkts The 'president of a large drees menu- facturing company and am often In traduced to customers. Is It proper, whether the buyer la a man'or wom an, for me to rise and ahake hands? ~ Answer: This depends upon the particular circumstances of your own position. If you have had any amount of personal correspondence with these buyers, yon would rise and greet them. If they are strangers, you would prob ably follow the conventional Imper sonal behavior of an office employee. • • • Dear Mrs. Post: I am having a pifrty for a friend who to staying with me. Do I mention her name first, or those of my guests (all women) when Introducing them? Answer: Name of older person usually said first But unless the for mal “may I present" to used, which name la said first to of no real !m portance. Bay good-by to dark, muddy don't endve akin bUmisbas a 1 longart At badtime (ace and node with Ni Cream—no While you AGAIN, INTRODUCTIONS I farely read without encountering a statement that capitalism haa failed. . . . Every such statement Is silly, but no one can be convinced ef tt. Capitalism to nothing more than the least troublesome way, demonstrated by long experience, of handling neces sary barter. It has no more failed than haa marriage, or law, or phi losophy; not nearly so much aa r»- ilglen or democracy. . . . What do these men mean when they say capi talism has failed: Are they declaring that when we wish to buy a railroad ticket It to better to pay for it with corn on tho ear or pigs on tho hoof than with money? • • • I am aa Inveterate smoker, butf de spise the habit; I get no pleasure out of It I have never owned a satisfac tory pipe, need a tobacco that did not bite my tongue, er been able to find a satisfactory dga£ . . Lately I tried quitting, and the nuisance of quitting was no greater than the nuisance of smoking; la fact, a tittle toes . . . I shall try the plan on soma other ef my bad habits, since Miave tong preached * that practice of good habits la easier than practice of had D EAR Mrs. Poet: My son calls ell yonng people, those newly met as well as old friends, by their first name always, and says that to the way they are introduced and he takes It for granted that he la expected to start using their first names imme- dlatoly. Jnat how far to the use of rsT names carried without offense to propriety? Answer: If by propriety you mean that approved by the young and mod ern, I should say that all our bright young people, within what they con sider their own circle, discard Mr„ Mrs. and Miss. And all up to sixty, who optimistically think they can be mistaken for twenty, follow suit I am merely reporting—not recommend ing this practice—excepting among friends The never relaxed Miss and Mister of t)ie Ms went to the other extremes. Somewhere between the two would, I think, be admirable. Dear Mrs. Post: I am planning to give n tea (at will be announced^ at the home of a newrnoor society woman who baa re cently opened her large house and manages teas, lunches and dinners as a means of swelling a depleted Income. I am having my Invitations engraved but I am not sure how l\am to tell people that the tea If not at my home. ’(2) Must I Introduce my guests to this professional hostess, who la a cul tured person but not a friend of mine at all? (3) In the newspaper of the annonneement party, mu it I explain where I had the tea? Answer: Pnt the address of the room on the Invitation. Then Hi the lower left corner engrave: R. a. r. pi 2.Park,Place (your own address. (2) No. She to on this occasion a profession al caterer. (3) Where a party to given is usually Included. If you do not want to mention It you can any In stead that Mrs. Jones of 2 Park Place give a tea to announce the engage ment of her daughter, etc. Or, If yon are living alone, that Miss Jones, of S Park Place, ggve a tea, etc. , ,• • • . / Dear Mrs. Poet: My aunt to • reception for an Important She wants me to open the the guests. Please tell me I do because I have reception. Anewer: You would >t do anything where to leave and say “Good _ your BniOOva 9 1ULWJ blackheads, pimpka and blotehaa. No diaaptwintmanta, no lang waiting; tasted and trusted for over a esnara- tion. Try at our risk If not G Nadinola Bleaching Cream 'at toilet RHEUMATIC? I Pure Nature! Mineral Water May Help MILLIONS FIND IT VERY BENEFICIAL For over 2,000 years the great aua- eral waters of the World, given tons by Mother Nature, have proven thern- •chres very beneficial in the treatment of “rheumatic" aches and pains, ar- thritii, sluggishness, certain stomach disorders and other chronic cans alone have spent glOO/XKlOOO a year in going to the mineral wells and health resorts of Europe. Over $1,000,000 ef these foreign mineral waters are imported annually into this country to help suffering humanity. But it isn’t necessary to go to Eu rope to find fine natural flunaral water. We have waters in our own oellent health resorts to which you |o for tha mineral Mott surprising of ail, however, b the fact that today you can make a natural mineral water in home at a tremendous __ peqse. For Crazy Water rHag >0% in aysui. minerals taken from one of the world’s fine anneral waters. Just the natural minerals. Nothing is added. All von do is add Crazy Water Crystals to your drinking water, and C havs a greet mineral water dud helped millions to better hrahj and grader 1 A standard eke box of Crystals costa onto $LS0 dent for several wed treatment for rheumatic Wthir Co, Mineral Crazy 0 and a boyeutackPEPl further than ten their hats and coaj pning w »to The word broccoli la the M 1 which to a diminutive of the meaning splinter. Broccoli to a hardy variety of caallflower, In turn to a type of cabbage, to the head eonstote of the coe- •nd ttrirkennl Instead of die leaves. P t i n n 1T A ' i U V J \ ' ] L\