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FIRST INSTALMENT
Dan Colwell sat In his cnbbf-
bole office with chair tilted back,
feet on the cigarette^marred oak
desk, perusing the morning News.
A second' time he read the item
In the Around Town column
which stated that Otto Oraber,
president of the Graber-Vael De-
tectlre Agency, was leaving today-
tor Swing, Pennsylvania, on a
two-week hunting trip. “Sports
man,’' the columnist described
him, "and aviation enthusiast.
Mr. Oraber pilots his own mono
plane.”
Dan squinted thoughtfully at
the north wall as if to peer
through it into the office of his
superior. So Otto was going away
. . . hunting? Very convenient,
ho reflected, and very wise of
Otto.
The president's secretary paus
ed in the doorway. “Mr. Oraber
wants you. There’s a Mrs. McDon
ald with him. Probably expects
yon to frame her husband with
some chorus cutie for a divorce.
Poor papa!”
He twisted around with a grin
but the girl was gone into the
quarters of the other partner,
taciturn Horace Vael. Colwell
squinted a last time at the news
paper piece about Oraber, lifted
his. feet from the desk, and rose.
He hesitated a moment, con.scious
of a sense of expectancy that
speeded his pulse. A good deal
depended on the next tew min
utes. Dan had waited for this day
through month of sordid divorce
build-ups and jewel guarding as
signments at the lavish balls of
the Four Hundred. But this was
not to be another dreary evidence
hunt for the Court of Domestic
relations—nor anr other court in
the County Building.
Colwell went down- the • brief
corridor and knocked on-tUo door
that bore Otto Graber’s name and
the warning Private. He-twisted
the knob and entered. “You want
me. Chief?”
Graber’s stocky, Teutonic form
was bunched well back in his
chair, bis powerful, pudgy hands
laced over his stomach. He un
clasped his fingers to scratch in
his blond stubble of hair as bo
swung to Dan. "Right.” With sud
den remembrance of courtesy Ot
to hoisted himself out of the
chair. 11^^gestuje.^ to .his_vUltp^..
and following the movement Col
well saw a young wbman in a
trim dark suit with a flaring
white bow at her throat, a fox
scarf draped carelessly over nar
row shoulders, a saucy little
monkey hat.
. "Mrs. McDonald. Mr. Colwell.
Wife of Arthur McDonald, the
lawyer. Dan."
He bowed and smiled. She was
a stunning woman of twenty-five
or 80, a -«'oraan he would t'arn to
watch If ho passed her on the
street. Her complexion was
creamy, her mouth small and red
and luscious as those Bing cher
ries that come in spring from
California. Under a fringe of
dark hair Colwefl found wide
brown eyes that were steady and
warm, interesting eyes that held
his until with a slight sensation
of giddiness, he broke the .spell.
She turned to Graber who had
quickly sat down again. '‘You’re
sure this man is the very best
obtainable?”
“Sit down, Dan. Ain't jou the
best private operative in town?”
"Cerlaiuly.’’ lie drew up a
chair and lowered his solid five
foot eleven frame noiselessly as
a cat.
Graber laughed: it sounded a.
little forced. He flung a diaiid In
the direction of two suitcases
strapped and ready on the floor,
with a stiff leather gun case ly
ing across them. ‘‘See that item
about me in the paper? I’m off
to Pennsylvania, huntin’. So
you’re to report to Mrs. McDon
ald here direct—phone. I know
the case and it’s real special.
She’ll tell you as much as she
wants. Now go ahead. Mrs. Mc
Donald. Colweirs your man."
Dan reached to the open huml
dor on his employer’s desk and
ignoring Graber’s quick scowl
selected a perfecto. H» pulled the
wrapper off and passed the ci
gar back and forth under his nos
trils inhaling its pungent odor
Fifty cent cigars were beyond the
modest pay of a private agency
sleuth.
Mrs. McDonald sat on the edgo
«f chair, small hands clutching
her gloves, har face very serious
and worried. "I—^just can’t bring
myself to repeat all the story, Mr.
Colwell," she said In a rich con
tralto. "It’s about my husband,
yon see. He’s—Arthur has a cer
tain prominence, as you donbtlesi
know. He practlcee criminal law."
Colwell reflected as he inhaled
cigar smoke that she might, wlth-
ent being Inaccurate, hare termed
Arthur McDonald a slwgtor. "Oh,
your hneband is well knewn," he
nodded.
"Well, many ot hU «aaea—
Lawrence
excitement place in an adjoining
hall. The orn^
see?
Dan
There are such rough, gnoOj
men In the world, aren’t there?"
the stunning young woman went
on embarrassedly. "T—this is no
divorce case, you know. My hus
band and I are very happy. But
he’s in danger. Someon© wants
to kill him. He doesn’t know it—
at least I don’t think so." She
sank back with an appealing look
at Graber. “I Just can’t talk about
it. Must I?’’ she begged.
Dan knew the woman was act
ing, though she accomplished it
with charm that would make a
man asha-med to push her for
more details. She was that steady
type ot personality who could
speak straight out easily enough,
if she cared to. But Graber came
to the rescue as she desired.
“Don't bother, Mrs. McDonald.
Don’t excite yourself.
here asks no questions, just does
what he's told.”
"You wish me to shadow your
husband, is that It?’’
"Yea! Would you? And—pro
tect him? Learn who is after him
and, of course, keep the rascal
from doing harm? And maybe
turn him over to the police?”
‘■Pardon me.” Otto Graber in
terposed quickly, “you don’t want
that. I’m sure. I mean, not right
off. This is darned unusual, see?”
he explained to Dan, and twisted
the black cigar from one corner
ot his ■wide mouth to the other.
Graber leaned. "She’s stirred up,"
he said iu a low voice. “Just do
what she wants and forget it,
Mrs. McDonald
rose. She stepped close so that he
(caught the fragrance of her and
I felt that she sought to hold him
{again with those brown pools of
her eyes. Her hand crept mouse
like up his forearm. “No! No! I
mean, when anything occurs, you
are to telephone me at the num
ber on this card. Do you under
stand? Follow Arthur — that’s
what you must do. Let m© know
who Is after him!
“Wbll,” she said abruptly, her
eyes falling, "that seems to cov
er it. You won’t let him out of
your sight, Mr. Colwell?’’
"Not a minute.’’ He found the
card blank except for the num
ber penned on it. H© tucked It
into a vest pocket. "Suppose I
call you once or twice dally, ac
cording to developments? And
where do you think I might find
.■Wr. McDonald to start?”
She consulted a jeweled wrist
watch. "He often lunches at the
Waverly Club on Reed Street.
It’s about time now. And you’ll
phone mo full details? Good-bye.
Mr. Graber.” She offered her
small hand to Otto. "I hope you
have a lovely hunting trip. I hope
you shoot lots of—caribou, is it?
And I’m depending on your hand
some detective, for you charged
me a disgraceful sum, Mr. Gra
ber!''
“Costs money to employ the
host operatives in town,” he re
turned the stock excuse. “Good
day.’’ Smilingly, Graber ushered
her out. As be closed the door
his face changed and he waddled
back o his chair glowering. “You
got nerve! What do you think
that humidor is, a grab bag?"
“Mighty good cigar, Otto.
What’s her game, anyhow?”
"Game? She ain’t got a game.
-\traid her husband’ll get killed,
ain’t that plenty? What you got-
to do Is keep him from gettln’
killed and find out who the guy
is.” He shot Colwell a look.
"What makes you think she’s got
a game? You’re hired to trail Mac
and that’s enough.”
"All right. So you’re off to
hunt tor two weeks?’’
"Yeah, right now. I better hike.
You handle Mrs. McDonald care
ful, see? I’d have you report to
Vael while I’m gone, but what
good is that dumb cluck? A swell
partner for a man to have!’’ the
detective agency chief complain
ed.
"Swell looker, ain’t she?” he
asked in sudden appreciation, and
nudged Colwell. "Well, I gotta
beat It. Swing, Pennsylvania. See
that in the News about me? It
said ‘sportsman and aviation—uh,
hug’. Weil, I am a pilot, ain’t I?
Yeah, that’s right—you read it.
Well, so long Dan, see you in two
weeks. I’ll bring you back a ring
tail baboon or something.
"Any say,’’ he called after Col
well. “I'm lockin’ this humidor,
see? Don’t you snitch none of my
fifty cent smokes while I’m
gone!’’
Leaving the office, Dan press
ed an elevator button and stood
waiting. "Swell plan Graber’s
got,’’ he muttered to himself. He
pursed his lips for a whistle that
did not come. “Mrs. McDonald’s
a sly one! I’ll need to watch my
P’s and Q’s. This thing has got to
be handled ■with gloves. But—”
Ho hummed briefly. "There’s a
chance tor big results.’’
Fifteen minutes latec he enter
ed the Waverly bar, a part ot the
Boterions Waverly Club, a night
room done in the modern manner
of sliver and black and straight
lines. Tables scattered about were
for the most pan occupied by
sporty looking men at lunch. The
meal, he noticed passing a menu,
was a dollar and a quarter. He.
was on expenses but^there might
not be time to consume a whole
lunch. Colwell went to the end
of the bar and ordered beer.
McDonald was not here yet.
Dan knew the fellow by sight, a
small man of forty with plnce-
nes glasses and white, bony hands.
He had watched McDonald ex
tract more than one rascal from
the tolls of the law, waving his
bony hands and throwing his tlm-
brous, pdisuaslve voice around
the courtroom. McDonald was the
kind always skating on thin ice,
barely evading disbarment pro
ceedings and contempt citations.
He might be mixed up in any
thing—and was.
The foaming beer was set be
fore him. Dan sipped some of it,
then turned to a battery of tele
phone booths. He entered the
first, closed th© folding door, and
made sure he could see the ex
panse of the barroom before he
dropped a nickel In the slot.
“Central 0576.’’
He got a quick connection.
"Hello, give m© Irlta.”
He waited a moment. "Irlta?
Dan. Well, we’re started, eh? It’s
risky business but Graber doesn’t
seem to suspect. That Mrs. Mc
Donald took him ten yards In one
A number ot Randolph County
farmers have seeded their small
grain In strips this fall leaving a
space to he terraced and seeded
later.
down. But be was surprised to|OOOL,^Y WEATHER IS'
hear I^fty hssddsM o* » big gggT FOR HOG-KILLING
grabi Anyhow, pttois oft to Penn-
sylranlk. hanUai,t,«nd I don't
Bisen rabbits. He’s greedy! Bvery
time be thinks of that Joy dust
he begins to dream he owns A a
bank. Oh! Here comes IbDonaid
—signing off. We’ll make
’em walk the plank before we’re
through. Call yon again. Be care
ful, Irite."
He lingered in the phone booth
until Arthur McDonald located
himself at a table. Dan returned
to bis bemr, saw the lawyer order
lunch, so himself ordered it with
a .^int to the waiter, to make
haste. -/■ '
The meal over, McDonald tripp
ed to the caahier in that quick,
womanish way of bis, paid his
check, and chatted with a friend
at a nearby table. He surveyed
the whole bar-room as h© donned
his bat and light coat, then de
parted. Colwell let him get a head
start. As he paid his own check
he saw through the big glass
window two men come along the
walk and accost McDonald. Dan
stalled inside with a friendly re
mark to the cashier. McDonald,
he noticed, did not appear to rel
ish the companionship of those
fellows.
The shorter man wore a loud
striped suit and derby. He looked
like a pug. The other, taller, was
a clean featured man of thirty-
five, hut he bad an expression of
cruelty on bis face. He was dress
ed In an ordinary dark suit that
emphasized the burly shoulders
and thick arms of him. When he
turned his back Colwell thought
he saw the coat skirt reveal the
butt of a gun underneath.
(Continued next week)
ite.
best time for killing hogs
on the farm is B pool, dry after
noon, not the coldest day ia mid
winter.
On a bitter cold day the Job is
too disagreeable and there is
danger of the meat freezing on
the outside before the “animal
heat escapes from around the
bone.
Ideal butchering weather is in
a temperative of 28 to 40 degrees
fahtenhelt, said R. E. Nance, pro
fessor of animal husbandry at
State College. V:
Keep hogs oft feed for 24
hours before, slaughtering, but
give them plenty of fresh water,
Nance said. After they have been
killed, scald them in water heat
ed to a temperature of 160 de
grees.
“If yon don’t have a thermom
eter," Nance added, "dip your
finger quickly into the water. If
it burns badly the first time, it
is too hot. It yon can dip your
finger in and out more than three
times in rapid succession, the
water is too cold.”
A barrel may be uaed to eeald
one or two hogs, bat where more
than two are to be dressed, a vat
ia mneb more satisfactory. A
small table sbonld be provided,
in either case, for picking and
scraping the hogs. li should be
12 to 18 Inches high and three or
four feet wide. '
After hogs are' scalded and
scraped, the carcasses should be
spilt down the center of-the back
bone and the. leaf fat loosened
from the ioweir end'of the ribs.
Hang them in the smoko house
to chill over night, but be sure
the meat does not freeze.
The bbxt morning, after all an
imal heat has dissipated, make
the various cuts as neat and
smooth as possible. Trim each
piece closely, as ragged edges and
too much fat lower the value of
the cured product and also pro
vide a hiding,
fee
feeat
Ctsib ^members
of
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connty will enter eight
beeves in tlie Asberllle Fat
^ow on November II. Thsj
are past one year old and wsifi
an average ot 900 ponnds each.
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