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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 13

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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE, 1935 THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY FIVE MINUTES AFTER TED HEWSETrSOAKeo HIS 1.4WA1 HE MAO TO CHASS EtS OFF. 60 HAD FOUND AM EASY HIS riSM BAIT SYNOPSIS: With Guy Lumley's help, Alison Rede has determined that Daphne Suniers, who is to marry Alison's father in a few minutes, is really the murderess Daphne Poynter. On their way to confront Daphne, Guy has an accident and is forced to go to the police station. Alison rushes ahead, and charges Daphne with what she and Guy have learned. Chapter 40 COUNTERSTROKE "I don't care," Alison said, "but I know this. I'm not going to let you marry my father and kill him too!" "Why do you think that would please me?" "I don't know. I suppose you'd get his money." Alison's face was pale, her breath came quickly. "You'd better ask Dr. Luraley. He knows all about your arrangements at your house at Warley." It was a snot in the dark, but the effect was startling. All Daphne's coolness dropped from her; she stood up. her eyes glittering. "Oh!" The tone was menacing. "Does he? Then perhaps you can explain what he was doing there? You're in love with him, aren't you? Well, then, perhaps you know that the police are looking for him on a charge of murder?" "I don't believe it!" Alison flung that back scornfully. "No?' Daphne's head was lowered like a snake striking. "Will you believe me then when I tell you that I spent this morning at Scotland Yard, being questioned about what happened in my house ? The night that you were there, Alison, a man was murdered. "You yourself told me that no one else entered the house that night! They wanted to know where I was and I told them--dining with your father. They asked me if anyone else had access to the house--and I lied. Not for your own sake, for your father's. But if I told what I knew--" She stopped dramatically. Alison was white now, and she stared at her as though hypnotized. But she said bravely, "I don't believe it. You can't prove anything against Guy. And I can tell them that he didn't do it. Why, you yourself said that the movers' men went in next day and found nothing!" "I made a mistake." Daphne was smooth. "I've asked them and they tell me that they didn't go into the cellars." "Even then, he'd nothing to do with it. I went down the next morning and there wasn't anything there." "Did you?" Daphne smiled grimly "Did you go right into the recess under the stairs?' Alison's face answered the question. "You didn't! And you didn't know, perhaps that Dr. Lumley went down to Warley to kill the man who wrote those anonymous letters!" "It isn't true!" That was a bray. "Isn't it? You don't know perhaps that one of the letters was found on the man that he killed!' And the police don't know that Dr. Lumley was there--yet. Don't you think, Alison, you'd better leave your father's affairs--and mine--alone? Unless you want to see your charming friend hanged?" "You did it! You did it all on purpose!" The words broke in a cry from Alison's lips. "You think so?" She said that insolently. "You sent Guy down there, to Warley--you meant to frame him with the murder!" It was guesswork, blind hitting in the dark, yet as she said it, Alison knew that she had hit on the truth. "You knew that other man had the letter and you meant Guy to go down there and find him dead and--" She stopped. Her eyes grew wide, almost alack as the pupils, opening swallowed up the iris. "Oh!" Alison gasped. 'Oh! You sent him--that awful man down to kill me!" It was clear now--as clear as the glinting, narrowed black eyes which, shifting, avoided her own Suddenly, as a flash of lightning throws up the contours of a dark landscape, Alison saw. A plan so safe, so simple, that no one -could ever suspect Daphne Burners of a hand in it, except the murderer, the one person who couid never give it away! Two telegrams, one sent off to Robert, one to the movers'--who would suspect that they got mixed on purpose? Above all, who coulc imagine that Daphne Sumers hac any deep design in sending a girl whom she had not met, had never seen, down to the house at Warley? Was it only by chance that that grey-faced and awful man had come stealing on tip-toe through ths house? Or had he been sent there to hide in some corner of the garden and watch for a hired car to arrive a girl to enter and wait, unsuspecting? Alison, ice-cold, swaying backwards, away from the dark malicious face so near her own, saw too clearly. Suppose she had not looked up that night or heard the creak outside ? Murder by proxy--and a double murder that would at one blow clear Daphne from all danger from Guy Lumley, leaving him safely hanged or else in prison! No wonder Guy had been afraid to tell her the truth thought Alison in sick fear; no wonder he was so sure that Daphne meant to kill a second husband! For it that plan had not miscarried Robert Rede's daughter, the heiress to his money would be lying dead now! He would be able to leave his widow a rich woman! Clear, simple, diabolical! Alison's sudden rush towards the door was sheer physical panic. A leap and she was fumbling at the handle. Two steel strong arms closed round her, bearing her back heaving her over and face down on to a sofa. Before she could even cry Daphne's hand closed on the back o her neck, pressing her face down into the cushions. Suffocating, sh' kicked out helplessly, beating the sofa padding. "Lie still, you little fool! Do you want a scene in here? D'you want me to tie you up ? You can say wha you like about me--make up anj story you like, you can't provi it. The real point is, are you going to keep your silly little tongue quiet or not?" "Let me by," Alison stood shakily and tried to push past. .' deft shove sent her back on the sofa. "There! Sit quiet a moment Think! But remember. Alison, I can prove that Dr. Lumley went there to meet that man! And I'll hold nr tongue just as long as you holt yours!" Copyright, 1935, Evelyn M- Winch Next: Alison faces a cruel dilcm ma. Picture of Herring Untinted in 1 935-36 Iowa Official Registe DBS MOINES, June 29. The administration will take th STXUU TO GET BACK TVAE. TW.OCK OOT '- Byles : orgrave pill 7 ( ' [ o'pyriRht, 1935, by Central Press Association, Inc. -THE. \_FVSTi65S2 WOU VAPJJE. TO OF \_«=e- £U«N\N IN VOO TO TrAE. gVTTetf CO\S PPM RNE5 UERt 3y George Swan CHIP SPOTS BUB6L.cS R.ISIM To THE SOE.FACE Chip Collins' Adventures CHIP. . is T SOU .! AM \ CP-OS5- (JONe-S WHAT DOES IT SlSTERtMUGGS,HA5 BEEN EATING,BREAD AND JAM. AGAIN.' Y WHY DON'T YOU SHUT UP I I F YOU HADN'T SAID ANYTHING,SISTER. WOULD HAVE NEVER KNOWNf Copyright. 19"). by Central Press Association. Inc. By Stark Wilhefm Muggs McGinnis ByWally Bishop Etta Kett WATE.I2 AND OIL OKAN - ONE NIMETl 1. FOIZ THE By Paul Robinson CHANGE TO HAS-AM ACCOUNT HERE / so THAIS' ETTA kerr .* S SOMTMINQ TEULS ME TM COIN'TO Uk^ETHIS AS A PICTURE- ABOUT HER ElfHElZ - JUSr ONE SlNEU. NUMBER - IF I HADNOUe LOOKED MAKE A PLAS TOP HEB.- THAT is- IF YOU OOM'T MIMD A LITTLE COMPETITION.' color out of the 1935-36 edition of the Iowa official register, that is the color that tinted Gov. Clyde L. Herring's picture. Pictures of the state flag, the state flower and the state bird, new additions to the book, will be printed in color, however. Only the principal officers and employes of the state will be listed. By taking the color out of the governor's picture, the democrats will take the sting out of an oft repeated republican jibe. And by keeping the list of state officials restricted, they'll retain the argument that cost of the book has been reduced. Real Estate Transfers Robertson, J. M.. sheriff, to E. W. Clark Co., $4,020.16 E. 66 ft. of L. 8 in B 14 in Parker's Third Add to M. C. June 26, 1935. Stewart, C. E. to Allan F. Beck, $1.00. N% of L in B 3 in F. M. NoiTis First Add to M. C. 3-19-34. Grimm, George VV. to Ella L. Grimm $1.00, L "D" in sub of L 17 and L 4 in L 12 in sub of NW of NW 18-96-21 except strip sold to F. W. Tripplet. 11-21-27. Christenson, Hans and wife to Deane B. Heltman and wife, $1.00. L 1 in Orchard Heights Add to Cl. Lk. 6-25-35. Bates, D. W., Rec. of Cerro Gordo State Bank. Cl. Lk. to G. L. Wanamaker $500.00 L 16 in B 1 in Grand View Add. Oakwood Park, Cl. Lk. 6-1-35. Snyder, W. L. and wife to General American Life Ins. Co. $1.00. NE 8-94-21. 2-23-31. THE TUTTS By YOUNG l§ AV/AY AND DAj HAP BEEN WHEN HE ftxwj? A WROA mi THE BRICK BRADFORD KS g^ 8 ^ By William Ri« Clarence Gray THAT BEARS DEAD ALL RIGHT/ TAKE HEED THE NO KEEL YOU' YOOST PLAY DEAD

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