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Banwtll. & Cm TliarMlaj. Ai It ltS7 WITH BANNERS SYNOPSIS l Rcyburn vUtts the offle* * of Jod • Uwjror. to dlocuss tho torma of am ooUta aba baa Inborttod from Mra. Huy Amanda Dana. Unwittingly aha Jod talking to Mark Tront. of Mra. Dana who haa boon Itod. Mra. Dana bad lived at loot a at House, a huge atructuro by tho •aa. built by her father and divided Into gwo. for her and Mark'a father. Brooke Bad been a fashion expert, and Mrs. Dane, • "shut-in,'• hearing her on the radio, lad Invited her to call and developed a loop affection for her. Mark discloses feat Mra. Dana had threatened to dlaln- lartt him If he married Lola, from whom la la now divorced. He says he does not •mat Henri and Clotilda Jacques, Mrs. Dane’s servants. He says he Is not In* terested in an offer of Brooke’s to share tte estate with him. Leaving her depart* anent store Job, Brooke refuses an offer to "go stepping" with Jerry Field, a carefree young man who wants to marry her. At a family conference she learns she must ■ve at Lookout House alone, since Lucette, bar younger sister who Is taking her Job, ler brother. Sam, a young playwright, and ler mother plan to stay In the city. Jed and Mark are astounded when they hear from Mra. Gregory, a family friend, that ahe had witnessed a hitherto unknown will with Henri and Clotllde two weeks before Mrs. Dane died. Brooke had arrived Just as she was leaving. Jed suggests that Mark open his part of Lookout House, get friendly with Brooke and try to And out about the will. Jed agrees to stay with him. Mark accepts Brooke’s Invlta* loo for a family Thanksgiving dinner at Lookout. Mrs. Reyburn announces on Thanksgiving eve that she has been in vited to England. Sam and Lucette decide to move In with Brooke and Sam plans to produce a new play locally. After the Thanksgiving dinner Brooke tells Mark that little of Mrs. Dane's silver collection Is left. Jerry Field and his sister Daphne drop In and announce they will be neigh bors for the winter. CHAPTER IV—Continued —7— *Tt must have been Mrs. Dane’s friend Mrs. Gregory; they call her the Empress here. So she has railed. That means, if she likes us, that we shall be admitted into the inner social circle. Jerry, I was so dazed by your appearance that I forgot to ask what you meant by that word ‘neighbor.’ " “Sure, we’re neighbors. Daphne and I have taken a house here for the season.” “Season! What season?” “This winter, of course. Didn’t you say that many of the houses were to be kept open?” “Ye-e. But why — ** Surprise crisped Brooke’s voice. *T’ve been wanting for years to paint snow. Found I could hire a house with a studio hare. You don't mind. I hope?” "Don’t be foolish. Jerry. Of course I don’t, only—” "No matter what Brooke thinks. Pm all for it. Mr Field.” Lucette encouraged “It win be grand to lave someone kind of young in the leighborhood—and—Oh. Sam. two more recruits for the cast of your play! Line of applicants for parts will please form on the left ” "Play! What play? I adore dra matics ’* Daphne Field's voice and eyes were eager. “We've been talking about pro ducing Sam's comedy, ‘Islands Arts* for charily. Of course it’s a lerriAc Job We always paint our awn scenery—” “Hold! Jerry the boy artist wiU paint the sceneryField's enthu siasm cooled—“afraid my box of a studio wouldn't be big enough though ” “There is a large empty room on the second Boor next to Lucette’s. Couldn't decide Juft how to furnish it. so I've waited. We can use that. Won't it be grand, Sam’” Brooke explained and demdhded In the same breath. “Yeah, but what does that prove? How do 1 know whether the Field team can act, or whether they'll gum up the show?” “Don't be a grouch, Master Rey burn.“ Lucette Jibed. “You’d bet ter page the family Lost and Found Department for your manners. I adore neighbors. I'm pleased pur ple that we are to have two such snappy ones.” Mark Trent straightened and flung the cigarette he had but a moment before lighted into the fire. He kept his eyes on Lucette as he an nounced : “Newsflash! Not two new neigh bors, but four, lady. I’m opening my house next week. Jed Stewart and I will keep bachelor hall there. My announcement doubtless lacks the romantic overtones of Field’s, but we’ll do our best to make you Reyburns neighbor-conscious.” % In the flrelit library of his house, Mark Trent was perched on the corner of the large flat desk. As he filled his pipe he compared the old-fashioned air of dignified restful ness of the room with its deep chairs in the smoking-room man ner an i its two-story book-lined walls, divided half way up by 'a gal lery, with the charm of its twin on the other side of the brocade hang ing which screened the door con necting the two houses. Jed Stewart, lounging in a crim son leather chair, hands in his trou sers pockets, legs outstretched, was staring at the blazing logs, watching the blue and yellow, copper and green tongues of flame lick at the chimney. The faint thunder of waves dashing against ledges, the ceaseless crying of sea gulls stole through the heavy hangings drawn •cross the long windows. Impa tiently he sat up. t “We’ve been here a week, Mark, and we are not the fraction of a degree nearer finding that last will and testament of Mary Amanda Dtoae’e—if there is such a thing.** By Emilie Loring • EmlUe Lortas. WlfU Service. “And the silver; don’t forget the silver, Jed. 1 can account for the will being lost—if there was one— but what has become of the silver? I’ve had it so much on my mind that I consulted Bill Harrison.” “Who’s he?” “The inspector in charge of po lice headquarters across the cause way. He’s been on the force here since I was a small boy.” “What did he say about the sil ver?” “He didn’t say, he doesn’t talk much. He asked a few questions about the Jacques and said he would drop in here this afternoon to take a look around. Mrs. Gregory is com ing later—hope they don’t meet—I asked her to have tea with us. Met her yesterday on the street, and she let it be known that her feelings were hurt that I had not invited her before. I—I asked her to bring Miss Reyburn.” Mark Trent slid from the desk and absentmindedly twirled a globe which showed the countries of the world as they had been before the Treaty of Versailles had remade the map of Europe. “Do you think Brooke Reyburn suspects that we are here as ama teur detectives, Jed?” “Amateurs! We may be, but you’ve called in a professional on the job, haven’t you? You can't tell what that girl thinks, but why should she suspect our reason for being here more than Field’s, and one couldn’t suspect that lad of ulterior motives. He always looks to me as if he were on the verge of kissing a lady’s hand. Why didn’t you accept the lead in Sam’s com edy? It was offered to you, wasn't it?” “It was, but long ago I outgrew dramatics. What do you think of ‘Islands Arise'—that’s the name of the play, isn’t it?” “That it will get a fair hearing, at least. The theater-going world isn’t so cocky and hard-boiled as it was some years ago and it may appreciate Sam's ideas and ideals. You'd be a knock-out in the lead, fella.” “I wouldn't take pert In the play If I were aching to act. I aee the Reyburns as seldom as possible. Thanksgiving day when Brooke started to thank mo for pulling her from under that car, I burned with shame whan I remembered why I hod accepted her invitation. 1 don’t care for this spy stuff, even if I do believe that the girl by some hocus pocus hypnotized Aunt Mary Aman da.” “You show It Getting to be the strong, silent type, aren't you. Mark? If you feel that way about her. why did you ask Mrs. Gregory to bring Brooke here this afternoon? You never have been fair to that girl. You started with tho idea that she's crooked, and you're sticking to it like honey to a glass dish ” Trent blew a shrill whistle through his fingers. Stewart laughed. “I get you. the stop signal I’ll toss her a posy, then I'll quit. I’m supposed to be stage manager of Sam's play, but Fd sure make e mess of it without Brooks as my property woman. She’s executive and then some. She never forgets.” “When does the play come off?* “First Thursday in January. Sam thought of New Year’s eve but gave that up for fear he couldn’t lure e producer away from New York fes tivities.” “That isn’t far off. We’Q have s grand celebration here for the cast and friends who come from town. We’ll invite the neighbors to supper and dance after the show. Have you a speaking part?” Mark Trent stopped speaking to stare at the ceiling. Had a door banged overhead, or had he imag ined the sound? The servants, Taku and Kowa, were in the kitchen at this time of day; they wouldn’t be on the third floor anyway, he had not had that opened up, plenty of room below for Jed and himself. A man entered the room with a purposeful stride. He was ample of jowl, slightly opulent at *.vaist- line; he had the flinty eyes of an eagle who can stare straight at the sun. A sense of force was his out standing characteristic. “Here I am, Mark. That Jap out side wanted to bow me in, but I shooed him off.” Inspector Bill Har rison’s voice was surprisingly soft with a persuasive inflection. “Glad you’vB come, Inspector. This is my friend Jed Stewart.” Inspector Harrison nodded. “How are you, Mr. Stewart. Does he know about the silver, Mark?” He low ered himself into a deep chair and accepted a cigar. “Yes, he’s staying here to help me—us solve the mystery.” “What else have you lost?” “Why do you think we’ve lost any thing else?” “Would you two city guys come to this burg to stay just to find a lot of silverware?” “It’s more than mere silverware; the pieces are antiques of great value.” . Inspector Harrison pulled himself from the eiiticing crimson depths to his feet “All right Mark, have it your own way. but I ain’t mixin’ up in a case wham folks art hokiing out on me. I work best when the interested party works with me. Get that?” Mark’s laugh was quick and dis arming. “Hold everything, Bill Harrison; you can’t walk out on us like that. Sit down again. Jed, tell him what Mrs. Gregory told us about the will she witnessed. You understand, In spector, that there may be nothing to it—so it’s off the record.” “Say, Mark, do you suppose I climbed up on the force by talking my head off? I play the rules. Spill it, Mr. Stewart.” Stewart repeated Mrs. Gregory’s astonishing announcement that she had witnessed a will of Mary Amanda Dane’s of a date later than the will aUpwed; told of the decision of Mark and himself to turn de tectives and of their absolute un success to date. Inspector Bill Harrison blew a perfect smoke ring. “Did Mrs. Gregory say there was anyone else present but Mrs. Dane and the other witnesses when she signed?” “No.” Mark Trent’s answer was nothing short of explosive. The inspector’s soft grudging'laugh, in such marked contrast to his bird-of-prey eyes, brought guilty color to his face. It wasn’t keeping back information not to tell that Brooke Reyburn had driven jn that afternoon just as Mrs. Gregory had driven out from Lookout House, was it? Inspector Bill Harrison rose. With a cigar tucked in one corner of his mouth, he nodded. I *T’ll be going. Guess I’ve got all the dope. Don’t give that Henri Jacques and his wife the idea that you’ve missed the silver. Let it drop out of their minds. When you have any news, come to headquar ters, don’t phone. That reminds me. Know anything about the people who’ve started the filling station here on the point?” “No. But I understand that Henri Jacques is recommending them.” “Oh, he is? That Henri’s just nat urally helpful, ain’t he? Well, I must get back.” He added in his soft per suasive voice; “Whenever you're ready to come across with the name of the other party who was in the neighborhood of Lookout House the day that last will of Mrs. Dane's was signed. Mark. I’m just across the cause way. m be seeing you.” “Don’t go yet. BUI!” He mustn't leave thinking that ha and Jed were hokiing out on him, Mark realised. Jed Stewart grabbed Mark’s shoulder, “Hold on. Mark. See who's here!” Mark Trent turned. Surprise brought him to his feet, ariped the smile from his lips. That couldn't bo Lola on tho threshold! It was. Hunt, her name was now, Lola Hunt, ho must remember. “Say, Mark, FIl be making my getaway.” He nodded response to BUI Harri son's mumble. Knew when he opened the door which led to tho print room end vanished. Evidently the inspector didn't care to meet Lola. Who did? With tho question Mark thrust his hands hard into hia coat pockets and took a step for ward. “Well?” The sound was more a growl than a word, ho realised, as ha looked steadily at the woman who had been his wife. Had been. At last he had come to think of her in the past tense. It had taken three years to accomplish that The shame, the humiliation, the unbearable heart ache he had suffered in the years they had lived together swept over him in a sickening tide. What did she want now? She was the type of woman who constantly and everlast ingly wanted something. Wasn't he giving her enough? There had been no justice in his giving her any thing, but when she had written him that her current husband was out of a job and that she was hun gry, what could he do but make her an allowance till the man found work? Her clothing had a cheap smartness; the dark brilliance of her eyes was intensified by artificial shadows; her skin was thick and flushed; her short black hair needed trimming; her mouth drooped at the corners. She pouted lips which re sembled nothing so much as a bloody smear. “Don’t stare at me as if I wer. a ghost from out a purple past, Mark. I told your Jap that I was an old friend, that I wanted to sur prise you. I hate to keep the gentle men standing. Won’t you ask me to sit down?” Without waiting for an answer, she sank into the: lajge chair be fore the fire. » “Still pals you two, aren’t you? Funny how much longer friendship lasts between men than love be tween a man and woman. Mark, I came here to talk to you. Jed, you nw go.” Mark Trent’s hand closed on Stewart’s arm with a grip which turned his nails white. “Jed will stay and hear what you have to say. Surely we can have no secrets from the man who saw us through the divorce court.” She shrugged. “All right with me. I’ve nothing to lose. Thought you might object to having whet I say get on the air.” “Methinks the lady is implyiaf that I’m a gossip.” (TO Bi COSTUiVLD) IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL ’llNDAY 'chool Lesson By REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQU1ST. Dean of the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago • Western Newspaper Union. Intimate With Chic Lesson for August 15 GOD GIVES LAWS TO A NATION. LESSON TEXT—Exodua *0:1-17. GOLDEN TEXT—Thou ahalt love the Lord thy Cod with all thy heart, and with •11 thy aoul. and with all thy mind . . . Thou ahalt love thy neighbor aa thy sell Matt. 22:37, 39. PRIMARY TOPIC—God's Good Laws. JUNIOR TOPIC—Befors the Mount of God. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC— Why a Nation Needs Laws. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC— Basic Laws for • Nation’s Life. Basic laws have been laid down by God for the orderly administra tion of his universe. Men see them clearly in the physical universe, al though at times they do not recog nize the One who created all things. Physical laws are of great im portance, but of . even deeper signi ficance are the moral and spiritual laws which control the human life. There is in the world a moral law— a distinction between right and wrong—which man may ignore only to his own sorrow, and which he cannot abrogate or destroy. All laws of men which are true and right are founded on this underlying moral law, and are in reality simply a development and interpretation of “God’s Code of Morals’’—the Ten Commandments. These commandments given to Israel at Mt. Sinai are worthy of careful study on the part of every reader. They may be grouped under two divisions. I. A True View of God (w. 1-11). The first and most important question to be asked regarding any law is, “By whom was it estab lished?” Legislrtion by an un authorized person or organization has no power over others. Who gave the ten commandments? Verse 1 tells us “God spake all these words.” Men sneer at theology as being out - moded, but the fact is that Christian doctrine is the only safe foundation for Christian character. Unless my view of God is right, my Ufe will be wrong. Until I know him I will not appreciate the authority of hia law. 1. Whom to worship (w. Yd). There can be but one true God. and he alone Is to be worshiped. He is a personal being, ready to enter into communion with each one of us. No image can taka hia place. I. How to worship (w. •. T). W* are to knre him and keep his com mandments There la to be no sham about Uua, for no matter how tweet and pious may be the praise and prayer of a man. ho haa taken the Lord's name in vain unless he keepe the Lord's commandments by holy living. S. When to worship (w. t-11). God has ordained that man should not incessantly bear the burden of toil He is to have a day of rest and a time for werhip, undisturbed by the duties and responsibilities of daily labor. America needs a mighty stirring up about the des ecration of the Lord's day. II. A Rich! Relationship to Mas (w. 12-17). To be right with God means that we will also bo right with our fel low man. 1. Family Ufa (v. 12). 1710 fifth commandment has to do with the relation between child and parent Thera is a plain and direct com mand that father and mother should be honored. Only in respect and obedience to parents can the child possibly find true and proper de velopment. 2. Physical life (w. 13, 14). God is interested in our bodies. Already we have noted his provision for a day of rest each week. Now we are reminded of the sanctity of hu man Ufe. “Thou shalt not kill," and remember there art many other ways to kill a man than by shoot ing him. Dr. Wilbur M. 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