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IW fin stage coach days the Aweary traveler emtled a« f. s^he reached Beltiaorc,^ l^/'Getewey to the Soulh. ,! j l&Todey Mary Usd's hotpi-'. Ulily is traditional. Awsl*5 v*coaing smile. Your csr.f i<;Ioor choice oi 700 rooms,-: t with bath and show- ; ;er. Three restaurants Bars! Supper Clubl Come/ ite the Heart oi Baltimore.' LYoor rate te from $6.00 slagle. 33.00LJ i LORD BALTIMORE SYNOPSIS Philo Vance, famous detective, and John F. X. Markham, district attorney for New York dounty are dining In Vance's apart* ment when Vance receives an anonymous telephona message Informing him of a "dis turbing psychological tension at Profaasor Ephriam Garden’* apartment" advising that he reed up on redlo-ectlve sodium, consult a passage In the Aeneld and coun seling that "Equanimity la essential." Pro fessor Garden Is famous In chemical re search. The menage, decoded by Vance, reminds him that Professor Garden's son Floyd and' bis puny cousin. Woods Swift, ere addicted to horse-racing. Vance eays that "Equanimity" la a hors* running next day In the Rivermont handicap. Vance is convinced that the message waa sent by Dr. Slefert, the Gardens' family physician. He arrangn to have lunch next day at the Gardens' penthouse. Vance la greeted by Floyd Garden and meets Lowe Hammle, an elderly follower of horse racing. Floyd ex presses concern over Swift's queer actions. 1 Mrs. Carden, supposedly 111, 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 Zaila Graem, who bet varying amounts on tho race. There la 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 follow* Swift, remaining away sev eral minutes. Zalia Graem answers a phone call In the den. Soon after the announce ment that "Azure Star" wins, the guests hear a shot. Vance finds Swift dead, shot dead, shot through the head with e revolver nearby. He says Swift has been murdered. After celling the police, he finds the door of a vault ajar. Kroon returns and la sharply questioned by Vance, who finds he had not left the building. Vance orders Miss Bee- ton to guard tho stairway and prevent Mrs. Garden and Zalia from viewing Swift's body. Floyd Carden admits the revolver belonga to his father. Further questioning by Vance reveals that the revolver had been found recently by Zalia In the presence of the other guests. Floyd hints that Swift bet so recklessly becauss of Zalia. CHAPTER V—Continued Garden shrugged carelessly, as if the matter was neither important nor unusual. "Probably,” he suggested, “the pater didn’t shut the door tightly when he went out this morning. It has a spring lock.” "And the key?” "The key is a mere matter of form. It hangs conveniently on a final) nail at the side of the door.” "Accordingly,” mused Vance, "the vault is readily accessible to any one in the household who cares to enter it.” Vance went to the door. "Miss Beeton," he called, "will you be good enough to run upstairs and sec if the key to the vault door is in its place?” A few moments later the nurse re turned and informed Vance that the key was where it was always kept. Vance thanked her and, closing the den door, turned again to Gar den. "There’s one more rather impor tant matter that you can clear up for me—it may have a definite bear ing on the situation. Can the gar den be entered from the fire exit opening on the roof?” "Yes, by George!” The other sat up with alacrity. "There’s a gate in the east fence of the garden, just beside the privet hedge, which leads upon the terrace on which the fire exit of the building opens. When we had the fence built we were re quired to put this gate in because of the fire laws. But it’s rarely used, except on hot summer nights. Still, if anyone came Tib the main stairs to the roof and went out the emergency fire door, he could easily enter our garden by coming through that gate in the fence.” "Don’t you keep the gate locked?” Vance was studying the tip of his cigarette with close attention. "The fire regulations don’t permit that. We merely have an old-fash ioned btrn-door lift-latch on it.” We could hear the sharp ringing of the entrance bell, and a door opening somewhere. Vance stepped out into the hall. A moment later the butler admitted District Attor ney Markham and Sergeant Heath, accompanied by Snitkin and Hen nessey. "Well, what’s the trouble, Vance?” Markham demanded brusquely. "I phoned Heath, as you requested, and brought him up with me.” "It’s a bad business,” Vance re turned. "Same like I told you. I’m afraid you’re in for some difficulties. It’s no ordin’ry crime. Everything I’ve been able to learn so far con tradicts everything else.’’ He looked past Markham and nodded pleas antly to Heath. "Sorry to make you all this trouble, Sergeant.” "That’s aU right, Mr. Vance.” Heath held out his hand in solemn good-nature. "Glad I was in when the chief called. What’s it all about, and where do we go from here?” Mrs. Garden came bustling ener getically down the hallway. > "Are you the district attorney?” •ha asked, eyeing Markham fero ciously. Without waiting for an an swer, she went on: “This whole thing is an outrage. My poor neph ew shot .himself and this gentleman here”—aha looked at Vance with supreme contempt—"is trying to make a scandal out of it.” Her eye* swept over Heath and the two de tective*. "And I suppose you're the police. There’s no reason what ever for your being here.” Markham looked steadfastly at the woman and seemed to take in the situation immediately. "Madam, if things are as you say,” h* promised in a pacifying, yet grave, tone, "you need have no fear of any scandal.” "I’ll leave the matter entirely in your hands, air,” the woman re turned with calm dignity. She turned and walked back up the hall. "A most tryin* and complicated state of affairs, Markham/* Vance took the matter up again. ”1 ad mit the chap upstairs appears to have killed himself. But that, I think, is what everyone is supposed to believe. Tableau superficially cor rect. Stage direction and decor fairly good. But the whole far from perfect. I observed several dis crepancies." Garden, who had been standing in the doorway to the den, came for ward, and Vance introduced him to Markham and Heath. Then Vance turned to the sergeant. "I think you’d better have either Snitkin or Hennessey remain down here and see that no one leaves the apartment for a little while.” He addressed Garden. "I hope you don’t mind." "Not at all,” Garden replied com placently. “I’ll join the others in the drawing-room. I feel the need of a highball, anyway." He includ ed us all in a curt bow and moved up the hall. "We’d better go up to the roof now, Markham,” said Vance. The Norse Informed Vance That toe Key Was Where It Was Al- ' ways Kept. "I’ll run over the whole matter with you. There are some strange angles to the case. I don’t at all like it." He moved down the hall, and Markham and Heath and I followed him. But before he mounted the stairs he stopped and turned to the nurse. "You needn’t keep watch here any longer. Miss Beeton," he said. "And thanks for your help. But one more favor: when the medical ex aminer comes, please bring him di rectly upstairs." The girl inclined her head in ac quiescence and stepped into the bed room. We went immediately up to the garden. As we stepped out on the roof, Vance indicated the body of Swift slumped in the chair. "There’s the johnnie," h* said. "Just as he was found.” Markham and Heath moved clos er to the huddled figure and studied it for a few moments. At length Heath looked up with a perplexed frown. "Well, Mr. Vance,” he announced querulously, "it looks like suicide, all right." He shifted his cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other. Markham too turned to Vance. He nodded his agreement with the Ser geant’s observation. "It certainly has the appearance of suicide, Vance," he remarked. "No—oh, no," Vance sighed. "Not suicide. A deuced brutal crime— and clever no end.” Markham smoked a while, still staring at the dead man skeptically; then he sat down facing Vance. "Let’s have the whole story be fore Doremus gets here,” he re quested. Vance remained standing, his eyes moving aimlessly about the garden. After a moment he re counted succinctly, but carefully, the entire sequence of events of the afternoon, describing the group of people present, with their relation ships and temperamental clashes; the various races and wagers; Swift’s retirement to the garden for the results of the big Handicap; and, finally, the shot which had aroused us all and brought us up stairs. When he had finished, Mark ham worried his chin for a moment. “I still can’t see a single fact,” he objected, "that does not point logi cally to suicide.” Vance leaned against the wall be side the study window and lighted a cigarette. "Of course,” he said, "there’s nothing in the outline I’ve given you to indicate murder. Nevertheless, it was murder; and that outline la exactly the concatenation of events which the murderer wants us to accept. We are supposed to arrive at the obvious conclusion of suicide. Suicide as the result of losing mon ey on horses is by no means a rara occurrence. It is not impossible that the murderer's scheme waa in fluenced by this account. But there are other factors, psychological and actual, which belie this whole super ficial and deceptive structure.” He drew on his cigarette and watched the thin blue ribbon of smoke di»- Rerse in the light breeze from the river. "To begin with,” he went on, "Swift was not the suicidal type.' In the first place. Swift was a weak ling and a highly imaginative one. Moreover, he waa too hopeful and ambitious—too sure of his own judg ment and good luck—to put himself out of the world simply because he had lost aU his money. The fact that Equanimity might not win the race was an eventuality which, as a confirmed gambler, he would have take into consideration beforehand, In addition, his nature was such that, if he were greatly disappoint ed the result would be self-pity and hatred of others. He might, in an emergency, have committed a crime—but it would not have been against himself. Like all gamblers, he was trusting and gullible; and I think it was these temperamental qualities which probably made him an easy victim for the murderer CHAPTER VI “But see here, Vanee.’’ Markham leaned forward protestingly. "No amount of mere psychological anal ysis can make a crime out of a situ ation as seemingly obvious as this one. I must have more definite reasons than you have given me bep fore I would be justified in dis carding the theory of suicide.” "Oh, I dare say," nodded Vance. "But I have more tangible evidence that the johnnie did not eliminate- himself from this life." "Well, let’s have it.” Markham fidgeted impatiently in his chair. "Imprimis, my dear Justinian, a bullet wound in the temple would undoubtedly cause more blood than you see on the brow of the deceased. There are, as yon notice, only a few partly coagulated drops, where as the vessels of the brain cannot be punctured without a considerable flow of blood. And there is no blood either on his clothes or on the tiles beneath his chair. Meanin’ that the blood has been, perhaps, spilled elsewhere before I arrived on the scene—which was, let us say, within thirty seconds after we heard the shot—" "A far-fetched theory,” muttered Markham. "All wounds don’t bleed the same.” Vance ignored the district attor ney’s objection. "And please take a good look at the poor fellow. His legs are stretched forward at an awkward angle. The trousers are twisted out of place and look most uncomforta ble. His coat, though buttoned, is riding his shoulder, so that his col lar is at least three inches above his exquisite mauve shirt. No man could endure to have his clothes so outrageously askew, even on the point of suicide — he would have straightened them out almost un consciously. The corpus delicti shows every indication of having been dragged to the chair and placed in it.” Markham’s eyes were surveying the limp figure of Swift as Vance talked. "Even that argument is not en tirely convincing," he said dogmat ically, though his tone was a bit modified; "especially in view of the fact that he still wears the ear phone ...” "Ah, exactly!" Vance took him up quickly. "That’s another item to which I would call your attention. The murderer went a bit too far— there was a trifle too much thor oughness in the setting of the stage. Had Swift shot himself in that chair, I believe his first impulsive move ment would have been to remove the head-phone, as it very easily could have interfered with his pur pose. And it certainly would have been of no use to him after he had heard the report of the race. Fur thermore, I seriously doubt if he would have come upstairs to listen to the race with his mind made up in advance that he was going to commit suicide in case his horse didn’t come in. And, as I have explained to you, the revolver is one befonging to Professor Garden and was always kept in the desk in the study. Consequently, if Swift had decided, after the race had been run, to shoot himself, he would hardly have gone into the study, procured the gun, then come back to his chair on the roof and put the head-phone on again before ending his life. Undoubtedly he would have shot himself right there in the study —at the desk from which he had obtained the revolver.” Vance moved forward a little as if for emphasis. "Another point about that head phone—the point that gave me the first hint of murder—is thp fact that the receiver at present is over Swift's right ear. Earlier today I saw Swift put the head-phone on for a minute, and he was careful to place the receiver over his left ear—the custom’ry way. But now the head-phone is on in reversed position, and therefore unnatural. I’m certain, Markham, that head phone was placed on Swift after h« was dead.” no BE CONTINUED) “Keep A-Goin”’ Persistence in Efforts Likely to Bring About Fulfillment of Ambition p ERHAPS it is my fondness for 1 violets that made me stand and watch him. Anyway, there he was, with a wonderful basket of scented loveliness, tempting the home ward-going throng on a Saturday afternoon. "Violets, violets, lovely violets. Quarter a bunch. Lovely violets." Like an unending song, his husky voice^cried his wares, and during the ten minutes that J stood near him on the pavement, watching and listening, he kept up his cry. Unable to resist the temptation, I bought a bunch, and even as he served me, he punctuated the deal with: "Violets, all fresh and love ly ” Persistence Counts. I remarked, as I waited for my change, that he had a large basket to dispose of. "Yes,” he said, "that’s right, gov’nor. But they’ll all go. (’Ere you are, sir, lovely violets, all fresh.) Only you ’as to keep a-go- in’. Everybody’s in a hurry to get ’ome, and if you ain’t persistent— (yes, lady, smaller bunches four- pence)—you don’t sell ’arf as many. ’Ere you are, sir, your change. Thank you very much. Violets, lovely violets. All fresh!” I walked away with my purple bunch—and a lesson in my mind. "Keep a-goin’.’’ What a motto! It reminded me of a little jingle that is oft quoted by a rolling- stone friend of mine, who brought it back from the West of Canada, where he first heard it. It goes like this: If it ralna *r If it snows. If It's calm or if It blows. What'll happen no one knows, So keep a-goln*. A Motto for Many. A well-known athlete once told me that he had won many a sec ond and third prize by simply keeping on. Dogged does it. Even when he realized that he couldn’t beat the winner, he set his mind on being in the first three, and got there. Keep a-goin’ is a motto not only for rolling stones and athletes and violet-sellers. It is a motto for housewives who are faced with a tiring washing-day, for families who are faced with no very bril liant outlook for the future, for those who are apt to lie down un der the weight of present troubles. Nothing stands still. Things ei ther get better or worse, and they are far more likely to get better if we persist in our efforts to make them so. Take heart. This year, England is to crown a new king. This year/ too, we may crown some individual ambition with fulfil ment. We can do it, I know, if we "keep a-goin’.”—Editor of London Answers. ravotite Grace Moore .Opera Singer It's a Good Start He who puts his best foot for ward stands the best chance of getting there with both feet. There is always a right way to settle our problems, but most of our troubles are caused by trying to avoid that way. Where the Praise Belongs A self-made man never ceases to praise his maker. A strict mother often makes an indulgent grandmother. People miss a great deal of wickedness by not being at all interested in It. Anyone who doesn’t like his Job will stretch a holiday into three. Building Is the Task It is easier for a man to be the architect of his own future than the builder of it. Don’t annoyingly assert y o a r rights if it is a matter of no great moment. We love "The Star-Spangled Banner’’ because we can’t get too familiar with it. It is too hard to sing for that. Spanish Chicken 2 young chickens, cut In pieces 2 teaspoonful salt, pepper 6 tablespoonfuls butter 8 canned plmientos, rubbed through sieve 1 onion, finely chopped 2 cloves of garlic, finely chopped 4 tablespoonfuls flour Season chickens with salt and pepper. Fry (saute) in three ta blespoonfuls of butter. Add one teaspoonful of salt, onion, garlic,. pimientos and boiling water to cover. Cook until chicken is ten der. Remove and thicken sauce with remaining butter and flour. Cook together. Copyright.—WNU Service. 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