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Sometimes ink stains can be re moved from the hands by rubbing them with the inside of a banana peel. ~ G Associated Newspapers.—WNU Servica. Philo Vance, famous defective, and John W. X. Markham, district attorney tor Now York county aro dining In Vance’s apart ment when Vance receives an anonymous telephone message Informing him of a “dis turbing psychological tension at Professor Ephriam Carden's apartment’’ advising that he read up on radio-active sodium, consult a passage In the Aeneid and coun seling that "Equanimity la essential.” Pro fessor Garden la famous In chemical re search. The message, decoded by Vance, reminds him that Professor Garden’s son Floyd and his puny cousin. Woode Swift, are addicted to horse-racing. Vance saya that “Equanimity’’ la ahorse running next day In the Rivermont handicap. Vance Is convinced that the message was sent by Dr. Siefert, the Gardens' family physician. He arranges to have lunch next day at the Gardens' penthouse. Vance is greeted by Fjpyd Garden and meets Lowy Hammle, an elderly follower of horse racing! Fldyd ex- presses concern over Swift's queer actions. Mrs. Garden, supposedly 1U, comes down stairs and places a $100 bet on a horse. Gathered around an elaborate loud speaker service, listening to the racing are Cecil Kroon, Madge Weatherby and Zalia Graem, who bet varying amounts on the race. There is tension under the surface gaiety. Zalia and Swift are not on speaking terms. Kroon leaves to keep an appointment be fore the race starts, Miss Beeton, a nurse, and Vance bet on “Azure Star.” Swift reck lessly bets $10,000 on “Equanimity” and goes to the roof garden to hear the results. Floyd follows Swift, remaining away sev eral minutes. Zalia answers a phone call In the den. Soon after the announcement that “Azure Star” wins, the guests hear a shot CHAPTER III—Continued Vance was the first on his feet. Ris face was grim as he moved rap idly toward the archway. I followed him, and just behind came Gar den. As I turned into the hallway I saw the others in the drawing room get up and move forward. As we hurried down the hall Zalia Graem opened the den door. “What was that?’’ she asked, her frightened eyes staring at us. “We don’t know yet,’’ Vance told her. In the bedroom door, at the lower end of the hall, stood the nurse, with a look of inquiring concern on her otherwise placid face. “You’d better come along, Miss Beeton,” Vance said, as he started up the stairs two at • time. “You may be needed.’’ Vance swung into the upper corri dor and stopped momentarily at the door on the right, which led out upon the roof. This door was still propped - open, und after a h^sty preliminary survey through it, he stepped quickly out into the garden. The sight that met our eyes was not wholly unexpected. There, in the low chair which he had pointed out to us earlier that afternoon, sat Woode Swift, slumped down, with his head thrown back at an un natural angle against the rattan head-rest, and his legs straight out before him. He still wore the ear phone. His eyes were open and staring; his lips were slightly part ed; and his thick glasses were tilted ■fuTTus - nose. •“ ~ 1 In his right temple was a small ugly hole beneath which two or three drops of already coagulating blood had formed. His right arm hung limp over the side of the chair, and on the colored tiling just under his hand lay a small pearl-handled revolver. Vance immediately approached the motionless figure, and the rest of us crowded about him. Zalia Graem, who had forced her way forward and was now standing be side Vance, swayed suddenly and caught at his arm. Her face had gone pale, and her eyes appeared glazed. Vance turned quickly and, putting his arm about her, half led and half carried her to a large wick er divan nearby. He made a beck oning motion of his head to Miss Beeton. “Look after her for a moment,” he requested. “And keep her head down.” Then he returned to Swift. “Every, one please keep back,” he ordered. “No one is to touch him.” He took out his monocle and ad justed it carefully. Then he leaned over the crumpled figure in the chair. He cautiously scrutinized the wound, the top of the head, and the tilted glasses. When this examina tion was over he knelt down on the tiling and seemed to be search ing for something. Apparently he did not find what he sought, for he stood up with a discouraged frown and faced the others. “Dead,” he announced, in an un- wontedly sombre tone. “I’m taking charge of things temporarily.” Zalia Graem had risen from the divan, and the nurse was supporting her with a show of tenderness. “Please, Miss Beeton,” he said, “take the young lady downstairs immediately.” Then he added, “I’m sure she’ll be all right in a few minutes.” The nurse nodded, put her arm firmly about Mi^s Graem, and Jed her into the passageway. Vance waited until the two young women were gone: then he turned to the others. “You will all be so good as to go downstairs and re main there until further orders.” “But what are you going to do, Mr. Vance?” asked Mrs. Garden in a frightened tone. “We must keep this thing as quiet as possible . . . My poor Woodyl” ‘Tm afraid, madam, we shall not be able to keep it quiet at all.” Vance spoke with earnest sig nificance. “My first duty will be to telephone the district attorney and the homicide bureau.” open the door at the end of the passageway and stood aside for us to enter the study. “Over there,” he said, pointing to the desk at the far end of the room, on which stood a hand tele phone. “That’s an open line. No connection with the one we use for the ponies, though it’s an extension of the phone in the den.” He stepped swiftly behind the desk and threw a black key on the switch box that was attached to the side of the desk. ‘By leaving the key in this position, you are disconnected from the. ex tension downstairs, so that you have complete privacy.’* “Oh, quite,” Vance nodded with a faint smile. “I use the same sys tem in my own apartment. Thanks •awfully for your thoughtfulness . And now please join the others downstairs and try to keep things balanced for a little while—there’s good fellow. 1 Garden took his dismissal with good grace and went toward the door. “Oh, by the way. Garden,” Vance called after him, “I’ll want a little chat with you in private, before long.” Garden turned, a troubled look on his face. ‘I suppose you’ll be wanting me to rattle all the family skeletons for you? But that’s all right. When you’re ready for me you’ve only to press that buzzer on the book shelves there, just behind the desk.” He indicated a white push-button set flush in the center of a small ’Rather Interesting, This Dis array,” He Observed. square japanned box on the upright between two sections of the book shelves. “That’s part of the inter communicating system between this room and the den. I’ll see that the den door is left open, so that I can hear the buzz wherever I am.” Vance nodded curtly, and Garden, after a momentary hesitation, turned and went from the room. As soon as Garden could be heard making his way down the stairs, Vance closed the door and went im mediately to the telephone. A mo ment later he was speaking to Mark ham. “The galloping horses, old dear,” he said. “The Trojans are riding roughshod. Equanimity was need ed. but came in too far behind. Re sult, a murder. Young Swift is dead. And it was as clever a per formance as I’ve yet seen . . . No. Markham,”—his voice suddenly be-' came grave—“I'm not spoofing. I think you’d better come immedi ately. And notify Sergeant Heath, if you can reach him, and the medi cal examiner.” He replaced the receiver slowly. “This is a subtle prime, Van,” he meditated. “Too subtle for my peace of mind. I don’t like it—I don’t at all like it. And I don’t like this intrusion of horse-racing. Sheer expediency . . . ” He went thoughtfully to the north window and looked out on the gar den. The rattan chair with its grue some occupant could not be seen from the study, as it was far to the left of the window,^near the west balustrade. ^ ' “I wonder . . He turned from the window abruptly and came back to tne desk. “A few words with the colorless Garden are indicated, before the minions of the law arrive.” He placed his finger on the white button in the buzzer box and de pressed it for a second. Then he went to the door and opened it. Mrs. Garden gasped. “The district attorney? The Hom icide bureau?” she repeated dis tractedly. “Oh, no! . . . Why must you do that? Surely, any one can see that the poor boy took his own life.” Vance shook his head slowly. “I regret madam,” he said, “that this is not a case of suicide It’s murder!” Following Vance’s unexpected an nouncement there was a sudden si lence. Everyone moved reluctantly toward the door to the passage way. Only Garden remained behind. “Is there a telephone up here?” Vance asked. “Yes, certainly,” replied Garden. “There’s one in the study.” Garden brushed past us with nervous energy, as if glad of the Several moments went by, but Gar den did not appear, and Vance again pressed the button. After a full minute or two had passed without any response to his summons, Vance started down the passage way to the stairs, beckoning me to follow. As he came to the vault door on the right, he halted abruptly. He scrutinized the heavy calamine door for a moment or two. At first glance it seemed to be closed tightly, but as I looked st it more closely, I noticed that it was open a fraction of an inch, as if the spring catch, which locked it automatical ly, had failed to snap when the door had last been shut. Vance pushed on the door gently with the tips of his fingers, and it swung inward slowly and ponderously. ti “Deuced queer,” he commented. "A vault for preserving valuable documents—and the door unlocked. 1 wonder ...” CHAPTER,XV The lights from the halls shone into the dark recess of the vault, and as Vance pushed the door further inward a white cord hanging from a ceiling light became visible. To the end of this cord was attached a miniature brass pestle which acted as a weight. Vance stepped imme diately inside and jerked the cord, and the vault was flooded with light. “Vault” hardly describes this small storeroom, except that the walls were unusually thick, and it had obviously been constructed to serve as a burglar proof repository. The room was about five by seven feet, and the ceiling was as high as that of the hallway. The walls were lined with deep shelves from floor to ceiling, and these wete piled with all manner of papers, docu ments, pamphlets, filing cases, and racks of test-tubes and vials labeled with mysterious symbols. Three of the shelves were devoted to a se ries of sturdy steel cash and secur ity boxes. The floor was overlaid with small squares of black and white ceramic tile. Although there was ample room for us both inside the vault, I re mained in the hallway, watching Vance as he looked about him. Vance leaned over and picked up a batch of scattered typewritten pa pers which had evidently been brushed down from one of the shelves directly opposite the door. He glanced at them for a moment and carefully replaced them in the empty space on the shelf. “Rather interestin’, this dis array,” he observed. “The professor was obviously not the last person in here, or he would certainly not have left his papers on the floor . . He wheeled about. ‘My word!” he exclaimed in a low tone. “These fallen papers and that unlatched door . It could be, don’t y’ know.” There was a sup pressed excitement in his manner. I say, Van, don’t come in here; and, above all, don’t touch this door knob.” He knelt down on the tiled floor and began a close inspection of the small squares, as if he were count ing them. His action reminded me of the way he had inspected the tiling on the roof near the chair in which we had found young Swift. It occurred to me that he was seek ing here what he had failed to find in the garden. “It should be here,” he mur mured. “It would explain many things—it would form the first vague outline of a workable pattern ...” After searching about for a min ute or two, he stopped abruptly ani leaned forward eagerly. Then he took a small piece of paper from his pocket and adroitly flicked some thing onto it <rom the floor. FoM- ipg the paper carefully, he tucked it away in his waistcoat pocket. Al though I was only a few feet from him and was looking directly at him, I could not see what it was that he had found. “I think that will be all for the moment,” he said, rising and pull ing the cord to extinguish the light. Coming out into the hallway, he closed the vault door by carefully grasping the shank of the knob. Then he moved swiftly down the passageway, stepped through the door to the garden, and went direct ly to the dead man. Though his back was turned' to me as he bent over the figure, I could see that he took the folded paper from his waist coat pocket and opened it. He glanced repeatedly from the paper in his hand to the limp figure in the chair. At length he nodded his head emphatically, and rejoined me in the hallway. We descended the Stairs to the apartment below. Just as we reached the lower hall, the front door opened and Cecil Kroon entered. He seemed surprised to find us in the hall, and asked somewhat vaguely, as he threw his hat on a bench: “Anything the matter?” Vance studied him sharply and made no answer; and Kroon went on: “I suppose the big race is over, damn it! Who won it—Equanimity?” Vance shook his head slowly, his eyes fixed on the other. “Azure Star won the race. I be lieve Equanimity came iir fifth oz sixth.” “And did Woody go in on him up to the hilt, as he threatened?” Vance nodded. “I’m afraid he did.” “Good Gad!” Kroon caught his breath. *‘That’s a blow for the chap. How’s he taking it?” He looked away from Vance as if h« would rather not hear the answer. “He’s not taking it,” Vance re turned quietly. “He’s dead.” (TO BE CONTINUED) Worthy of Your Pride! ji 1882 & \/fOTHER, between you and me Sis is getting to be a little show-off. Last night when Dick called, there she sat, big as life, right in the middle of things chirp ing about the new dress you made her: how you used a remnant left over from one of your dresses, and got it finished in one after noon—she even had Dick feel tjie material. Well, Elsie, you can’t blame the child’s appreciating herself in a new dress. How about ourselves? Didn’t you say your jumper was the talk of the Tennis Club meet ing yesterday? And haven’t I been spending more time before the mirror since I made my new “Stylish Stout” model? I actually feel like a new person in it—imag ine me being vain at my agel Flatters Stoat Figure. Oh, Mother, you’re not vain and you’re as young as any of us. You just were Uicky to find a particu larly flattering style for your fig ure. That soft jabot makes you look lovely and the whole thing is sc slenderizing; But only an ex pert like you could make such a dress. It isn’t being expert, Elsie, it is choosing a pattern that is deftly designed and giving full step^>y- step instructions on how to pro ceed. Several Blouses. I’m going to make another blouse for my jumper soon, Moth er. I always admired that white pique shirt of Dick’s, so I think I’ll try it for my blouse, since the pattern is a lot like a man’s shirt in design. It sounds good to hear you inter ested in making something for yourself. Maybe you girls will turn your Bid-or-Bi Club into a Sew-Your-Own before long. You can never tell, Mother, you never can tell! The Patterns. Pattern 1229 comes in sizes 14 to 20; 32 to 42 bust. Size 16 re quires 3Vk yards of 39-inch ma terial for the jumper and 1% yards for the blouse. Pattern 1847 is available in sizes 36 to 52. Size 38 requires 4% yards of 39 inch material. Pattern 1882 is designed for sizes 2 to 10 years. Size 4 years re quires 1% yards of 39-inch ma terial. Send for the Barbara Bell Spring and Summer Pattern Book. 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