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February 22, 1934

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 19

Mason City, Iowa
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Thursday, February 22, 1934
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THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1934 . MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY QEE.BUT THE KID POT UP A soon BATTUE ... "~ HAND BEFORE TONS SIR.-THOA.V OBSERVED/N "TH^. "THAT FINE OL£ TRAD;TlOM**.L_ SMILES CHAPTER 40. The marquis started: "What! They dare to accuse me? What's this nonsense you're talk- Ing? Who accuses me? And of what?" He addressed Raoul with great irritation, as though all at once he saw him in the light of an enemy about to attack him. He repeated harshly: "I'm asking you--who dares accuse me?" "Valthex." "What! That scoundrel?" "That scoundrel is holding over your head an imposing array of documents which he Intends handing over to the police aa soon as he is well enough." Antonine had grown very pale and looked worried. Gorgeret's mask of passivity had slipped aside, and he was listening eagerly. The Marquis d'Erlemont commanded Raoul haughtily: "Speak, monsieur . . I command you to speak. . . . What does that rogue dare accuse me of?" " . . . - . Of having murdered Elisabeth Hornain!" A dead silence followed these terrible words. Biit the'tension on the marquis' face had suddenly relaxed, and he laughed lightly. "Please explain," he said. Raoul began: r "It seems that 15 years ago you fc knew, monsieur, a certain shepherd of Volnic called Gassiou, a half wit, and that you used to go and chat with him when you were staying with the de Jouvelles. Now Gassiou liad one talent--he was a remarkable shot. He could bring down game with a stone from his sling, and everything fitted In with your having paid that half-demented man to kill Elisabeth Hornain with a atone from his sling while she, at j'otir request, was singing In the ruins." "But It's preposterous," expostulated the marquis. "I should have had to have a reason to commit such a crime! Why should I have killed the woman I cared for?" "To keep the jewels she had entrusted to you just before she sang." ' "But her jewels were imitation!" ' "No, they were real. And that's just the one point In your conduct that's obscure, monsieur. They had been given to Elisabeth Hornain by an American millionaire." That was too much for the Marquis d'Erlemont. He leapt up In a towering rage: "It's a tissue of lies!" he cried. "Elisabeth was true to me! And that's the woman I'm supposed to have murdered! A woman I worshipped, whom I've never forgotten! Wasn't it for her, out of memory for her, that I bought this chateau, so that the spot where she died should belong to no one but me? And If I came here from time to time, wasn't it to pray for her nmong those ruins? Had I murdered her; was it likely I should have returned to a spot haunted by ghastly memories of my crime ? No, the accusation is abominable!" "Bravo!" exclaimed Raoul, rubbing his hands together in satisfaction. "Ah, if you'd only replied like that a bit earlier, what a lot of useless suffering might have been saved! Bravo, again! And please don't forget, monsieur, that I for one never for one moment believed the vile accusations of that scoundrel Valthex, nor the tissue of lies he had woven together. Gassiou! --and his famous sling! It's blackmail, nothing but ingenious blackmail, that might oppress you terribly, and that we must fight with all our might. And there's only one remedy against it, and that ia the truth, and nothing but the truth with which we must be able to confront the law today." "But I don't know the truth of the matter!" "Neither do I. But as matters stand today, it seems to me that everything depends entirely on the frankness of your answers. Really and truly, were the jewels that disappeared real or imitation?" There was no longer any heslta tion in the marquis' reply. "They were real." "And they belonged to you? You entrusted an inquiry agency to recover an inheritance for you ? Am I right In supposing that the origin of the d'Erlemont fortune was derived from an ancestor who had been a Nabob In India, and who converted his vast wealth Into diamonds and precious stones of rare beauty? Isn't that right?" "Perfectly true." "And I further conclude that If the heirs of Nabob d'Erlemont never mentioned the existence of those necklaces and rare gems, it was to avoid paying the tremendous duties entailed?" "I imagine so." "And you I take It, lent them to Elisabeth Hornain?" "Yes. Far I was going to marry her when she got her divorce. I was so proud and fond of her, that I loved to see her wearing them." "Did she know their real value?" "Yes." "And did every jewel she was wearing on the day ot her death really belong to you?" "All but one string of pearls that I had given to her for her own, and that was extremely valuable." "You had made her a present of It?" "I sent it to her through my jewelers." Raoul nodded. "Don't you see how easy it was, monsieur, for Valthex to get a hold over you ? Just suppose Valthex had found a document declaring the pearls to be his aunt's exclusive property, what a terrible thing it would have been for you!" and he added: "Now, all that remains to be done Is to find those pearls and the other jewels. One thing more-tell me on the day of the tragedy, did you yourself tnke Elisabeth Hornain to the bottom of the steps leading to the upper platform of the ruins?" "I took her rather higher up than that." "Exactly, you went with her aa far as the horizontal alley of laurels that we can just see from here, didn't you?" The marnuis nodded. "And you both remained hidden from sight slightly longer than It took you to cover so short a distance?" "Yes. I hadn't had a chance to talk to Elisabeth alone during the fortnight we had spent at the chateau together---we stopped and Ifissed." "What happened after that?" "As Elisabeth Intended to sing certain songs demanding great simplicity she asked me to look after the Jewels for her. I would not take them. She did not insist, and watched me leave the ruins. When I had reached the end of the laurel walk, she was still standing there motionless." "Had she still got the jewels on when she reached the upper terrace of the ruins" "That I can't aay for certain. None of the eye-wltnosaes was able to speak with any certainty on that point. We only discovered that the jewels were missing after the tragedy." "I see. But Valthex's story runs differently. He says that at the time NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, auto», personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment, LOANS DP TO 8800 Pny back In monthly Installments. LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Of Mason City Si'RQiul Floor \\ir Hide. Phone 221 . . i ·SOW.el'M. H^Rlc.VOO OUDN'T TVUNK TO GO FA.R ANJiW LET e M F i*-»o "Weifj. T ROCK, t^on. NEVER. DIO A-VJOTiAEX NENER WUU KNOW SNHO TOOK VT. I'M SAFE , GOT -rue vrtooD vowewK.-TWEv'i.u*^//;^ , OOlCK ASSO GET DA.01 TO GET ·SPOTTED . THE TRUCK? h -7 X COOUD . -5- V4E.NBR. PV«O VT. nL.o^« Sure, Dad's on the Job By Les Forgrave Copyright, 193J. by. Central Press Association High Pressure Pete \-oorC / -o OOT An Optical Illusion By George Swan Frank Merriwell at Yale \ WON'T SAV MuVTH'MQ- A0oyT THOSE THU5 AMI? Ttie WR.RfV.CE TUc UJOUL.C7 TH'NlC \ U/A. I *i/\\jK.« /uu \s\\s i i - / n -- '^-^-- £,?°fi£. ^!?.',-, A»'WiS KlUT, WITHOUT HELP 1 UJOUL.D I'M GI.AP VOO PDUw'o Congratulations By Burl L Standisb He.y, MJGGS '. D\D VoO WRITE "THAT ESSAY - JUST TELL HER WE BOTH wRom. A.BOUT SAME. Muggs McGinnis .X JUST THOUGHT OF -SoMeTKtMa J THE TEACHER , WHVOOR. ESSAYS IS OUST 'W Co?/MIME YOU'LL HAVE. THAT'LL. BE. AU_ TEACHER. V/AMTS Trouble Ahead! By Wally Bishop . 1M4, by Central Press Associnliun. Inc. GPC-TA IHINKX SHE pur ONE cntieoN ME. 3fe1iriNG PHIL 1b Go IM -THE MONIES - WE'LL sut SAID SHE D3 Me Tte AIR IF NNENFTO HOLLVVJOOO Dun ; H OH, PHIL, RBW.W GOING 0 MM NEW I'M POSITWBCH tHRILLED," Bur VJHAT AEour errA- , I'VE ALWANS WMTEDTOSEETHAr K HERE - VJu_ iw i \ HEUQ, EDDIE - Ijifi " f ) VUU-VOU PASS i ' Broadcasting 'THE IS HERE ,,' HO '." SHE- By Paul Robinson THE TUTTS By YOUNG BRICK BRADFORD By William Rjtt and Clarence Gray, the tragedy Elisabeth Hornain wag definitely not wearing the Jewels." "Then they must have been stolen when she went from the laurel walk to the upper terrace," concluded the marquis. There was a silence; then Raoul said slowly, emphasizing each word: "Those Jewels were not stolen!" "What! Do you really mean she wag not robbed? Why was she murdered, then?" "Elisabeth Hornain never was murdered!" uovEi ~To HAVE mr COME HOME AND PUT" Hl§ Fejsr up CM ~rt«. (TO BE CONTINUED) JO-T TM^ NUMSKUU, - SHE USUALLY FIND5 A NICE BIT OF CHftME IN THE. 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