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•X* THE" ALTOONA MIRROR-SAT^D AY,. NOVEMBER^!. >«TfttP\ "fcN ll v ' f ", ' ' I ^Jr MAN |ROy OROCCO (Continued from page 10.) Seemed jpretty^aure It waa Morlake?" he said, eyeing her intently. ''"Yes, I was," and then, following "•her ImpUlsS; "I aaw Mr. Farringdon killed." > _ She expected he would' We stagger'* ed by this, revelation, but he pftty guffawed. . . ,"I know.you dl>,'" he said calmly, "you were hidfng behind the tree. It was easy to pick up your, footmarks. 1 You came b.ack to the house by the ' way of the wall path—I found the heel of one'of your shoes there and guased you -*ere in ; a hurry. If you'd lost It In daylight, -^cm would have picked it. Up. If you'd lost it by night and had plenty "of'time on your hands, you'd have Woked for ft. Anyway, you wouldn't have lost It, If you hadn't be^h/running at such a'speed. Do you think Pointed. Toes' knew you Were there?--by the 1 way, you didn't see his face?" ' : :•'- > : ''•• ( How do. you know? "Because you weren't sure whether, i't was Morlake oft; not r." therefore, you couldn't have seeh'ihis face; And once more, therefore, he must have been masked. 'Black?" ' She nodded. "From/;head to foot, eh? In that 'style which James Morlake has made popular. I guessed that, too," he said as she nodded. "It may have been a coincidence, or course, but probably wasn't." He stopped, and she followed his .example. He was.looking down at her with his head thrown back, and his eyes seemed to possess a hypnotic power. '. "Now, : perJiaps, you can give me a little Information that will be really useful,"' he said. "Who else' wears , pointed French boots In Creith besides ' your father?" ( CltAPTEB XLVII. THp! YACHT. i ' She stared at him for a minute, and then burst into a fit of uncontrolable laughter. ' "Oh, Mr. Welling, for a moment you scarced me. Daddy wouldn't kill anybody; 'it would be too much bother!" The detective Was Unruffled. ... .-• "I am not suggesting that your father did shoot this man, I am merely saying that Lord Creith <!# the only man within ten miles who wears pointed shoes." "How silly!" she sco'ffed. "Why, lots of people wear pointed shoes. Mr. Hamon wears pointed—" She checked. herself suddenly. . ' "That is what I wanted to know," said Julius, gently, "that is all I wanted to know! Does Mr. Hamon wear pointed shoes? I know Lord Creith does, because , I've interviewed tho vi- lage cobbler, 'and the 1 village, cobbler knows the secret history of every pair of boots in your house." • "Mr. Hamon is so rich that he don't luted to have his shoes repaired," said the .girl, and theft, seriously; "You * . mysteriously disappeared at the last moment, Joan asked:. How 1 do you Unoto all this, Capt. Welllffg?" ' ' " '"- r •-••• "1 guessed 1 ;" flild .the old-than. "It Is natural that, .If Pointed Toes was friend Hamon, he should seize the earliest opportunity of establishing the fact that he was in .town." He shook his head' Sadly.' "Telaphonlc alibis ate tetrlbiy numerous," he 'said.' Her mind'was occupied by one pressing thought,' and after awhile she expressed the question that "Wfta 'in her mind. '• "Why did Mr. Morlake go away?" she asked; ' ; She had asked Welling' to breakfast with them, which .meant breakfasting with her, for the ch'oler of Lord Creith was rising rapidly. Some fishing rods had joined the rifle, .and his favorite tennis racket had suddenly disappear ed from the face of the earth. "I'don't know," said Welling helplessly. "That fellow is beyond the understanding of normal people. Something is wrong—I ddn't know where, I don't know how. But all 1 know Is that he's left in a hurry." / "You don't think—?". she/- asked quickly, and he smlledV.at her. "These fellows are Ini danger and out of danger all the time^'he said carelessly. "Probably he Is carrying out some Quiet little burglary—" 'Don't be horrid, Capt. Welling, she said hotly. "You know Mr. Mor- lake Is not a burglar." If there is one thing I know," said Welling, "it <t f.iat he is a burglar: I don't care what noble Incentive.he has, but that doesn't make him less a bur* glar.' What is more, he is the cleverest aafe-breaker in this country." Has he stolen much mone^?" she asked. . , , ,' 'Thousands, but It has all been Hamon's. • That is the rum thing about this burglary, although it isn't so rum to me as it was. He's broken intc other safes and other boxes, but noi one of the people who have w sufferec from his curiosity haye complained that they lost money. Hamon has complained about nothing else. Am the crowning queerness of his action is that it 'isn't money he is after," If she was hoping, as she was, for miracle to happen and for Jim to reappear at the last moment, she was doomed to disappointment. The car which took her and her father to South hampton passed Wold House,, and shi She craned out of the .window in thi hope that sh6 might catch one. glimpsi Of him. When -the machine had pass ed the entrance she looked back through the window of the hood. "Expecting anybody, dear?" asked Lord Creith, dryly. "Missed any thing?" • ' "Yes, daddy, I have," she said, with some spirit. . "You can buy almost anything yo want at Cadiz," said his lordship, will fully city. don't suspect Mr. Hamon? In Creith last night.'' He wasn't ' "If he shot Farringdon, then he cer- ainly was in / Creith. If he didn't tainly was shoot Farringdon, I don't care .where he was;" said Welling. The reaction after that night '.pf ter.r rbr and anxiety was so gre'at; that she felt hysterical. She could iiafo? flJhg" her arms around the neck of., this .in-' teresting old man and Hugged him ^ in tier joy %nd relief .; •,-,, .?•••& ' '.•.•.''; ,' "Are you sure — absolutely, .sure?" "About Morlake t"I he aSked, dense. "Cadiz is my favorit Unfortunately, It Is rather lat for the bullfights." ' "I never dreamed'you'were so Wood thirsty, father," she said. . ,. i 'Bulls' blood, yes, but human- blooc no," he said with a shiver. "By gad I'm glad to be out of Creith! I wa scared that they'd hold me for a wit ness. Happily I was drinking th waters of Lethe in the presence of th impeccable Peters when the murde was committed. Ill,, fact, I heard th Shot, through the w,iii\dow." "The waters of Lethe" was Lor Cr'efth's synonym ''for his norma Whisky and, soda. ' Trie first' emotion which Joan exper enced when she saw the yacht lyin out in Southampton water was one c pleasurable .surprise. She had expec: e'd'jto^e'e a;v«ry.4mall ship, and wh think there is any doybt about that. He ia one of those big-footed fellows. He could not ha.ve got his feet in,to the shoes that left -the marks. Though," he added cautiously, "it is by no means certain thatf- the owner of the shoes wa§ ; also;-the', murdeser. What makes "It 'look-rslO; "^jjeeif;'a^ain|t Morlake is that .Pointed Shoe's was'-'in the grounds of Wold House last night. ''We've got a cast.of his feet leading toward the river, and at the bottom at the river it Is any odds on finding the ^pistol with which' the crime was committed." •' "Why do you say that?" she asked. ' "What Is more," he went on, "I guess we're going to get a letter from sorIB)person unknown, telling us exactly where to look for that gun. I love' anonymous letters, especially when I'm expecting 'em. The letter ' will be printed in characters and will tje posted"—he looked Up to the dull sky and considered—" will be posted— now where will it be posted? Yes, I have It," he said brightly, "It will be posted at the G. P. O." . ^ j". "You're a prophet," she smiled. ••• "I'm a student," he replied. , When they got--to' the house Lord 'Creith was superintending the labeling Of the baggage, which meant, that every package had been labeled wrongly. • •' ""Hullo, Welling!" he said. "Whom ft'ave you arrc /:ed -this morning?" •. , • "I never Arrest;people'on Saturdays;, It spoils their week-end," said Welling. "You've had a telephone message 'from Mr. Hamon?" • "Yes," said the^, earl In surprise. '.'How do you know?" "i "It came last night, didn't It?" "About midnight. How on earth do you know that? If fhe exchange was In the village I could understand, but my calls are put through , from Lexham." - . •V "It was about something he'd left behind, asking you to forward It?" "No. As a matter of fact, he wanted to know ^whajt- time I would be leaving this morning." "Why, of c<>vjrse," nodded Welling, "what was the. natural thing to dp. About 12 o'cl'oqk?" : . "A little/before, Ii.should imagine. ' You're beenjlsts^lng In," accused Lord Crelt'h. •,-'"••' ' : - ' / When he went away*, to discover- the •whereabouts;'or,^ii. ; ''spor^lng rifle which she .had had time 1 to think about sue matters had felt a little uneasy at th prospect of a voyage across the Ba of Biscay in a tiny craft. 'The L'Bsper ance .had the appearance of a sma cruiser, ind was unusually large eve for an ocean-going ^yacht; the sam Idea 4eemed:'to:,strlk£: Lord Creith. •M: "That {must have cost friend Hamo a-pretty'''penny;" he. said, "Why, th infernal thing.is as big as a liner!" The captain, an Englishman,, we SEES DUCE'S HAND Charges of widespread Fascist propaganda In American schools, 'made by Marcus Duffieia, above, New York newspaper man, writing In Harper's magazine, have resulted In ah Investigation by the state department. Duffleld wrote that Italian-American .children, attending Italian schools established by the Fascist! In this country, wore being taught loyalty to Premier Mussolini and evert given preliminary military: training to flt them ' for the Fascist 'army. corned them at the. gangway, and apparently every preparation had been made to leave as soon -as the party was on board. "Mr. Hamon Is not coming, I under- tand?" said Captain Green, a typical teak-faced sailorman. '(If you Jike, my ord, we'll get under way. There is a moderate sea In the channel/and with any kind of luck we ought to get through the bay Without'so much as a roll." "Let her go, captain," said Lord irelth gayly. The girl's cabin was beautifully appointed^and smbthered with hothouse Howers. She did not trouble to ask who had sent them. Mr. Hamon would not lose an "opportunity of emprasizing his devotion. She was too fond of flowers'to throw them out of the porthole, but the knowledge that he had sent them robbed .them of at least one attraction. Lord Creith and she dined alone that evening. The captain was on the bridge, for they were steaming down the crowded channel, and* fog banks were reported by wireless 'between Portland Bill, and Brest. .•,'!. "A jolly good dinner," said"hls lordship with 'satisfaction. "You'veT got an excellent cook, steward;" .• "Yes, sir," said the chief steward, a' Frenchman who spoke English much better than his lordship spoke BJrench, "we have two." • •% "All the crew are French, I suppose, as this is a French yacht?" The steward shook his head. "No, my lord," he said, "most'of'the hands are English and Scottish. The owner of the yacht prefers an English crew. We have a few. Frenchmen" on board—in fact, we've almost every tionallty, including a man who I think Is either, a Turk or a Moor. He came on' board at the last moment to work Ifl the pantry, and he's been 111 ever since we came ou£ of the Solent. I be leve he is ft servant of the owner's; we" are dropping him at Casablanca." He served the coffee, arid Lord Creith took a gulp and made a wry face. I praised 'your dinne? too soon, steward," he said good humoredly. 'That coffee is exerable." The steward snatched up the cup and disappeared into the mysterious i regions at the back of the saloon. When he returned , it was With apologies. • , 'The chief will send you in some more coffee, my lord. We.'ve got a new assistant cook who isn't quite up to his job." After dinner, Joan strolled onto the deck. It was a calm night, with a sea that was absolutely still. Through the mist she could see the stars twinkling overhead, and on .the starboard beam a bright light flickered at irregular intervals. "That is Portland Bill," explained one of the officers who had come down from the bridge, "and the last of the lights of England you'll see until you return." ^'Will it be foggy?" she asked, look- Ing ahead. "Not very, I think ydu'rfi going to have an ideal voyage for this time of the year. If' we can get abroast of Cherbourg without slackening speed we shall be quit of the fog for good." She stood leaning over the taffrail, talking to the officer, until Lord Creith Joined her, smoking a long cigar and at peace with the world. He brought with him an acceptable coat, which she was glad to put on, for the night was very cold—a fact she had not noticed until she came on deck. They stood side by side, her father and she, watching in silence the faint phosphorescence of the waters, and then: "Happy, old girl?" "Very happy, daddy." "Whom were you sighing about just now?" He heard her low laugh, and grinned to himself In the darkness. "I didn't know that I was sighing. I was thinking about Jim Morlakc.'i "A very nice fellow," said his lordship heartily. "An American, but a very nice feltbw. I don't want a burglar in tho family—naturally. But I'd Just as soon have a burglar as a moneylender. In fact, I should prefer NORSK WORKERS MEASURE SAUSAGES BY T«E MILE OSLO, Norway, Nov. 2.—Sausage is measured by the mile at the dinners *of the huge Norsk hydro nitrate factory at P.juken. At a banquet In honor of the general manager of the plant 3,000 guests ate one and one-quarter miles of 'sausage. Other statistics of the dinner showed the following was consumed: 2,600 quarts of beer. 1,000 bottles of liquor. 1,000 pounds of bananas. 200 pounds of potato BOY DROWNS AS MAtBS _ ROOK RldKETY ROWfiOAT BUFFALO, N. Y , Nov. 2.—An old flat-bottomed rowboat carried one boy to his death and endangered the lives of seven others on a placid little golf course pond here. v The boys all had wandered onto the Municipal golf course from Father Baker's Home" for Boys, yesterday. Discovering'the old rowboat used by caddies to recover lost golf balls from the pond, they climbed in and pushed the boat out to the middle of the pond, several of the boy started rook- Ing the boat arid the clumsy craft capsized. ,„ Bobby Moran, . aged 13, disappeared In the water while his playmateis scrambled onto ffi& bank. His body was recovered by police a few minutes later. Efforts to revive him with a pulmotor failed. Authorized Dealers EQUASONNE RADIO On Sale at The J. E, Spence Electric Store 1810 mh Ave. Dial 4191 to* th« tittlci* fitllM* «** ** ***»» Brokett Pla-Mi and Loosd Plate* remade like new. Free examination 1112 12th Avfc Next Door to Mncolrt **«»* Hours* Dully 9 a. ». t« • P> *•?,' Mon.. Wed., Sat., tft « •' one. " I. don't know whether that is particularly generous—to our beloved host, but there la something in the sea air that makes me candid." The days that followed were, fol roan, days of almost perfect peace. 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