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March 2, 1931

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 12

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Monday, March 2, 1931
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12 tMADLAUGHTER JA THRHUNG MYSTgRY STORY + ly MILES BURTON CHAPTER 83 Sir Edric smiled. "It occurs to q me that the identification of caps' tain Blackwood with Mr. Richard J S Penhampton was a fairly simple I. matter," he replied. ~ ^"Dashed if I can see that!" ex^ claimed, Dick,. "It was pitch dark 1, Jn that room, except for the one 3 flash-1 told you of, and I refuse j to believe that-he recognized me by 1 that.-'How could my distinguished features'be ;knpwn to the Funny Toff? I am certain that I was -never, followed between, my rooms and, Wai worth." "The significance qf that flash seems, to have been lost upon you," replied^ Sir Ijjdric. "You don't sup- pose-that''^ man like the Funny Toff would ep'gage an unknown ardent ^ithout* "taking steps to find out who h6 was, do you? I haven't a doubt that you were standing' opposite a hidden camera,' and that he took a flashlight photograph of you. That photograph was circulated among his agents, one of. whom recognized you. You are a fairly well- known figure on race courses, at nightclubs,' and places like that, you know, Dick." ' "Good lord, I never thot of that!" exclaimed Dick, ia some dismay.' "But I have," replied Sir. Edric earnestly. "You're- in this business now, Dick, whether , you like it .or not. And, since you're 'in it, I want you to "'help 'us. : Not by indulging in any sleuth stunts of your own, but' 'by helping me with your intelligence. It's brain-power we want, If we are to circumvent the Funny Toff." - "" . \ "If : my ^brain is of any use, it is very willingly at your, disposal," re- 4 plied Dick. "But I cdnfess, tho- I have thot a let '"about' this business, I'm no further forward than I was. I suppose that your people have had -· ' ·- -·- that -house in Creek Inspector Brooks' disappearance. You see what I'm getting at. It's my .belief that our cheerful friend has been using that runted cottage as a sort of private . abattoir. I imagine that the unfortunate Brooks was lured to' some lonely spot in Wapping, where -he was set upon and tied up. He was ! then taken by water to Coldharbour Point, and there murdered, as Herridge was subsequently--" "But Brooks 'Was suffocated, not drownea," objected Sir Edric. "Yes, I know. I was nearly suffocated myself. You forgot those infernal refuse .'tips. .They've been burning for years and they must generate ah enormous quanity of carbon dioxide. I don't know, for I haven't tried the experiment, but I should think that if you chose a suitable spot on one of those 1 tips, and threw a nan into it he'd be suffocated soon enough.. It sounds pretty horrible,, but horrors don't seem to deter these particular ruffians. .Once he was dead, .the test would be easy. All they would have to'.do'would be to put him m the packing-case, drive the · lorry up to the-cottage, and pick It up..They would naturally i approach London from the west, in order to cover their traces.' "Ingenious, I admit," comraentec a look at street?" |"We have been over every inch of. it with a magnifying glass," replied Sir tedric. "It has. been condemned by the sanitary authorities and has been empty a long time;. By the look of it, it seems to have served the youthful-population 'of Wapping: as a playground. The whole place is full of dirty fingerprints and footmarks. You couldn't hope to isolate any one of them." "From what you tell me of this man, I should imagine that,he never gave the- same rendezvous twice," retriarked Dick. "The're must be hundreds of empty houses suitable for .such ' a purpose, and c of course Sir Edric. '.'To think that, just he fore you came in, I was bewailing our lack of "imagination! But, yoi know, ' Brooks' body showed no traces of his. having been bo|und or gagged." , · : · . ' . . , ; Dick waved this objection aside with an airy gesture. "A mere .detail!" he exclaimed. ."Mind, 'I don't maintain that this is what actually happened, I'm only offering:suggestions.. And, now I come'to think of it; I don't know that they carry us much 'further. But I dp believe that if you can trace that motor-boat you willj have'found a clew." "Well, we want one pretty badly,' r Edric admitted. "I onlv hone il only hope it he would be Careful traces behind him. to. leave Talldng of traces, there was nothing to be made out o£ that house near Rainham, I take it?"' . . ' - . ' · Sir Edric shook his -head. "The rain on Saturday night effectively washecTout all footmarks, 1 and Pollard, tells me that he hasn't been able to get readable fingerprint," ·he replied. "There's one thing pretty certain, that Herridge was carried there, alive or dead, by.-water. Nobody was' seen walking over the marshefl, at all events as .long- as day light lasted. I expect the barge which was seen tied up-to the wharg had .something to do with it." "I dare say it had," replied Dick: "As I told you, one of the men who spoke to me in the Margate Jetty was an obvious bargee. But, if you come to think of it, Herridge cannot have been taken from Wapping to Coldharbour Point in an ordinary ibarge. When was he last seen alive?" "At about 4 o'clqck," - said Sir Edric. "B_ut I don't quite follow--", "Wait a bit," interrupted Dick;"Suppose he left Wapping by water for Coldharbour Point at four. Your barge was seen alongside the wharf about high water, say five o'clock. Now, the distance iy river from Wapping to Coldharbour Point is about 12 knots. That means to say that if your barge conveyed him, she must have made 12 knots against the tide, which, as Euclid says, is absurd." "One to you,' Dick," remarked Sir Edric. "I hadn't thot of that." "I haven't finished yet. See what It is to enlist a brain! Who told your pe'ople about the barge, Conway?" ."The Warden of Rainham ranges," replied Sir Edric. "They lie a little farther down the river from the wharf." · '· ' r . · ' . - . ' · "Then Ke saw her from the shore. To be exact, he didn't see the barge at all. Her hull would he hiddeb by the sea-wall. He could only have seen her masts and sails." "A sufficient reason.: for assuming the presence of the hull, even to a stickler for exactitude like you, Dick," replied Sir Edric dryly. " "Oh, I haven't; a-doubt that the barge was there all right. My point is that if a boat had come alongside her, the range warden would not have seen it. I believe that Herridge was trot from Wapping to the barge in a hoat. Now, only a fast motor-boat could have made 12 knots against the tide. '"Even if the barge had nothing to do-witb. it, a motor-boat must still have been employed. I don't think it possible that Herridge can have been drowned before he got to the wharf. The river'is always pretty full of craft, especially about high .water, and there would be considerable risk of the drowning being observed. Now, the doctor telJs us. that he died between four and six. Put it as the latest and say 6 o'clock. The 12 miles must then have been covered in two hours, that is to say the craft that conveyed him must be capable of nix knots. No sailing barge couXl imve done that, with the wind in the southeast, as it was that night" "Quite right," agreed Sir Edric. ·"Ill find out if the river police saw any signs of a motor-boat that evening." "Yes and you might make the same Inquiries as to the night of Sir will not prove as barren as" the 131163 we already have. We have 'been able to discover nothing about the lorry and we don't seem to be able to Jearn anything about'-the case. II has been just.the same with all the previous crimes jin which we susr pect the Funny Toff to have had a hand. He leaves nothing lying about whicli could possibly incriminate himself or his agents." "Surely the diamonds, when' he begins'to dispose of them, will gfve him, or at all events his agents away?" suggested Dick. "I'm not so sure," replied Sir Edric. "You see, receiving and disposing of stolen goods is a trade, like everything else. As long as a receiver, fence, we call him, is in a small way of business, we have a chance. In order to live, he is bound to dispose of his stuff at once, and thru the ordinary recognized channels. But, if a, man was-carrying b'n the trade on an extensive scale, he could afford to keep well-known stones,' like those composing the necklace, up ! his sleeve for as long as it.suited* him. He could senc agent's, each with a few stones, ai: over the world. There are plenty of places where' an odd stone or two could be disposed of, without awkward questions being asked. At the worst, he could-re-cut the stones, and ao'alter their appearance." '"And you believe that the Funny Toff is a fence on this extensive scale?" asked Dick. '.. "I do," replied Sir Edric.' "We've heard whispers of him more than once when there has been' a' big burglary.; And it's a. curious 'fact that, altho big robberies are on the increase, the amont of stuff handled by .the ordinary small fences has decreased enormously. It all points to one firm having, so to jfipeak, made a corner in stolen property. And I'm convinced that' that man is Funny Toff." ' - '.'Who merely runs this murder business as a sort of side-line" commented Dick. "Well, if I am to lend you my brains, I'd better be told everything there Is to know. I've got an idea at the back of my ihead, Conway. What became of the packing-case in which Brooks' bodv arrived?" "I've got it locked away downstairs," replied Sir Edric. "Would you like to see it?", .." Yes - bu t ,if possible; not under the. disapproving eye of Inspector Pollard," said. "Pollard, I am quite sure, he regards me as an interloper, and he doesn't share your flattering estimate of my brainpower." · · · . " · - . "We'll-go and have a look at it together, without - disturbing Pollard," replied Sir Edric. "He's a better man than you think; give him an idea and he'll follow it out thru -thick and thin. Bt his conception of a criminal 5s a fellow with rubber soles and a handerchief round his neck. He. lacks imagination, and I believe he's rather proud of 'that fact. Come along." . ·' . (TO BE CONTINUED) Society Alumni Give Scaryille .Program SCARVILI/E-- March N 2 --The alumni of the Delphian literary, society entertained the society at the high school auditorium with the following program :· Violin and saxophone duet by Luther Larson and Luther Sletten; piano duet, Gladys Severson and Margaret Stephens; girls' trio'by Clara Nelson,. Lydia .Iverson and Bernice'Bye; piano "duet by Zilda Christiansen and Signe Stephens; vocal solo by Clifford Larson; musical reading by Eunice Westrum; reminiscent comics by Henry Peterson. Will Start New Creamery. GARNER, March 2.--Plans for a large new modern creamery are In progress. Building materials are being hauled to the site for the building. Contracts have not been let. Building will be started within three weeks. MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE MUGGS McGINNIS AW,G(c*WRSW lS:FUMKiy THAT WAY = THEY AiriT'SolM' NO Pi. ACE. IN PARTICULAR - QUT THEY Sea WHERE. ' WHY IS IT THAT Like Sunday Drivers! Bringing Up Father A HARD-BoiUHO JOD3E 1 . ARE Yoo p ,. TAKIM'S'OOR MORMiN (533*; SUREST .TO ME tv-WMlE TO SIT RID OF OlDNT HVM WITH TWO HOOR«a UWE MCsW- By McManus ©1531. inn Feature Sen-ice, Inc.. Creil Britain iTgis resmred. VJPS TUKT BIG . (SUQMDE BLIMP I \ p If You Asked Her SO VOO CftHT CHPrSS. US OOTfft TowH- NO - PI Goodbye, South Bend TWER.e NOuJ, UJITHOOT, . 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