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Synopsis:—John Saxon, pri
vate investigator, and Us part
ner, Moe Martin, were hired by
the wealthy “Hardware” Smith,
to watch their daughter, Irene
Smith. Irene’s husband has been
murdered and Irene suffered
from amnesia. When they arrived
at the estate they were met by
Kay Smith, daughter of Irene.
She explained that her father
was killed and her mother wreck
ed and injured. Irene, when she
saw Johnny, called him Bart and
chided him for being away so
long. Apparently he was believed
to be someone in her past.
Johnny stood up, Walked over
to the Great Dane, bent down
and rubbed his ears. He looked
at the girl. “What about that
book or something she was sup
posed to be writing?”
“None of us ever knew any
thing about the book mother was
writing,” said Kay. “We haven’t
been able even to find it.”
Johnny’s eyes were thoughtful.
“People with a real story, they
want to get down on paper, are
like that,” he explained. ’It’s sort
of a personal thing they don’t
want people prying into.”
Johnny said, ‘Who was that
young fellow who was on the
beach with you?”
“Oh, him?” She smiled. “That’s
Ralph Dunkirk. He lives
Northport I’ve known
Long MoKa eai/1 **tli
wviu> in his
“Anything m uu( u> »»
ed Johnny. Her change in manner
Kay said stiffly, “That’s where
they took father’s car after the
accident. It’s there now.”
“Of course.” He held a lighter
for her cigarette. “Is Northport
“It’s quicker going right across
the harbor. We have a speedboat.
Use it anytime you like.” She in
haled deeply, and reached down
to pat Michael’s head as the dog
stood up and nuzzled against her
slim figure. “I’d better change.”
if delayed a
_e girl turned,
th/ mother and fa
was always that
She met his eyes and there was
something taut about her man
“You’ve noticed it, haven t
you? You’ve noticed the way I
act when I speak about father.
Don’t say you haven’t I can tell!”
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The pitch of her voice raised
slightly. “Well, I’m not afraid to
teii you. He’s dead now and I
have ... •. no regrets! Mother never
knew. She loved him the way
few women ever love a man.
She trusted him. And yet he was
deceiving her all the time. Now
do you understand, Mr. Saxon?”
Kay’s eyes were dark green with
sudden fury. “I despised him!”
He was still thinking about it
when he located the room.
It was at the rear of the left
wing of the mansion. The hall
way ended at a screened door
way that led out to a balcony.
Glancing out, Johnny could see
numerous bedrooms facing on
this balcony. »
Johnny closed the hall door
behind him and went into the
bathroom. Moe was beneath the
shower, his round, cherubic body
red from the cold needle spray.
Eyes closed, he had his face
pushed up into the cold blast and
was slapping his chest like a ba
boon. Each slap was accompanied
with a yip.
“A deaf mute could find this
room,” called out Johnny.
Grinning, Moe stepped out of
the tub and yanked a heavy turk
ish towel from a rack. “This sure
is a swell place to work,” he said
with pleasure. He rubbed him
self vigorously. Though round and
pudgy looking, he was solidly
built. He nodded beyond Johnny.
“Have a drink.”
On a bench in the large, tiled
room was a round silver tray
containing bottles and glasses.
There was a tall square bottle
and several bottles of beer.
“Homer brought it up,” ex
plained Moe as Johnny poured
himself a glass of beer. “You
sure get service around here.”
Moe wrapped the large towel
around his midriff and led the
way back into the bedroom.
“They’ve got everything in this
house,” he told Johnny. “All you
have to do is flick the right
switch.” He pointed to a boxlike
affair built into the front of a
table between twin beds.
The gadget was like the inter
office speaker systems used in
business houses. “Handy, huh?”
said Moe. “Some day we’ll in
stall one at the oifice. It must be
nice to have money.”
Wooden handles rattled within
a roomy clothes closet somewhere
in the, big room. Then Moe’s
voice, somewhat muffled within
the closet, said “Do you think it’s
Johnny stirred.himself, shaking
off drowsiness. “What do you
mean — act?”
“1 mean . . with Irene?”
“Of course not,” said Johnny.
“Then she’s really got amne
sia?” asked his partner, coming
out of the closet. He was wearing
pale blue shorts and an under
shirt now. k
“There’s no question,” said
Johnny, “She’s been examined
by one of the best doctors in New
“What did Irene tell you?”
“Nothing. She doesnft knew
what it’s all about. It’s almost
like a person walking in their
sleep . . .but talking at the same
‘Then she doesn’t remember a
thing about her husband being
shot?” Moe carried some more
clothes into the closet and hung
them up. He came back, noted the
whisky which filled the bottom
of the tumbler in Johnny’s hand,
and helped himself to a similar
drink from the tray. “Doesn’t she
know that' her husband was mur
dered that night?”
“She doesn’t, even know she
had a husband,” he said.
“In fact”—a smile flickered
across Johriny’s face—“she thinks
I’m someone named Bari”
“I’ll be darned!” said Moe. Then
seized with a thought, “Now, if
we can only find who Bart is —”
Johnny nodded. He got up and
walked over to the windows
again and stood there looking
out toward the balcony. “But 1
don’t think there’s anyone named
Bart Otherwise, somebody
around here would have heard
the ' name in the past.”
Then there was a sharp, impa
tient knock at the hall door. Be
fore Johnny Saxon could even
start toward the door, it burst
open and the wiry little man pop
ped into the room.
The fellow spying Johnny mo
ved toward him quickly. “Got
any pennies?” He demanded in
his shrill voice.
Reaching into his pocket, a
smile flickering across the cor
ners of his mouth, Johnny pul
led out some change. Several pen
nies were in the palm of his hand.
The old man’s hand darted out,
picked up the coins. Examining
them swiftly, he returned two
and kept two. These he put into
the pocket of his baggy jacket.
“Thanks,” he said hurriedly,
and went out of the room.
Moe Martin stood .looking
thoughtfully at the door. Then
he turned to Johnny. “That,” he
announced “was Grandpoppa
Smith! Worth probably several
million dollars. Yet he bums pen
Johnny said, “He collects things
—including keys.” His eyes ques
tioned. “How’d you know about
Moe Martin said, "Hannah—
she’s the cook—was telling me
about Grandpoppa. Hannah’s a
good source of information.”
Turning back to ^he window,
Johnny saw that Karen, the tall
dark-haired nurse, had come from
the bedroom doorway directly
across the courtlike space formed
by the two rear wings of the
At first he thought Karen
might be fixing the chair for Irene
Smith, but immediately she re
appeared with a magazine in her
hand. She sat down in the re
clining chair and started flicking
Behind him, as he finished
dressing, Moe asked. “What’s so
interesting out there?”
Johnny said, “Moe, there’s
something I want you to do.”
“That nurse — Karen—who is
taking care of Irene . . see what
you can find out from her. Where
she’s from. How long she’s been
here. Things like that.”
Hie turned. “There’s another
thing . . . you’ll recall there was
a guard at the main gate when we
I entered the estate. Find out if
I they have any other watchmen
! or guards around. I mean, any
. one who is. supposed to see that
| strangers don’t enter the Smith
Moe said, “I thought we were
hired to guard Irene Smith?”
“Dammit,* Johnny said. “I’m
not going to stay up night and
day on this case. Besides, I’m not
a twenty - five-dollar-a-week
1 nursemaid. We’re being paid to
find out exactly what happened
the night her husband was mur
dered. For that, they’re paying
“I guess we’d better get to
work then,” Moe said, disturbed.
“I’m working tight now,” snap
ped Johnny. “I’m watching that
“OK,” said Moe, heading for
the door, and it was obvious that
he was slightly mixed up by
Johnny stood near the screened
doors. He decided, finally, that
the nurse, Karen, was not read
ing the magazine at all. Instead,
she was sitting there in the chair
and watching this bedroom. She
still held the magazine in her
hands, but he knew from the an
gle at which she held it, she could
not possibly read the type.
A moment later there was a
soft chime-like sound in the bed
Johnny moved across the room.
There was a small, hand-carved
writing desk near one of the twin
beds. The . telephone handset
mile from Scenic highway and 1-4 mile to rode rand.
KNOWN AS J. W. SPICER PLACE.
Land joins Troy Brooks, Ardio Bash, J. C. Spicer
and Walter Crouse. ' * ■ ‘ > "
Jack Frost made his first ap
pearance at Scottville, Saturday
The farmers of this section are
very busy cutting and pulling
Miss Freida Atwood, of Glade
Valley high school, spent the
week -end at home.
Mr. Hazel Atwood, of Cherry
Point, has been visiting relatives
in this community the past few
Mrs. E. B. Shepherd visited
Mrs. W. L. McMillan, Sunday.
The home demonstration club
met this month with Mrs. W. L.
McMillan. Miss Crosby discussed
and demonstrated how to make
gloves. Next meeting is to be with
Mrs. H. L. Austin.
Rev. Grace Jones has been
holding a series of meetings.
rested atop the desk and was the
same light tan color of the walls.
“Yes?” said Johnny quietly,
picking up the receiver.
"This is Kay, Mr. Saxon,” the
“Uncle Thomas phoned. He was
delayed on the way out from New
York, so now he’s continued right
into Northport. He wants to know
if you could meet him over there
for a few moments?”
“All right,” said Johnny.
“I’ll meet you down at the
boathouse in ten minutes,” She
He reminded himself that “Un
cle Thomas,” as the girl caned
him, was footing the bills on this
case. The least Johnny could do
was ride across the lake and keep
Before he left the room he
glanced through the screened
doors again. Karen, the nurse,
was still seated outside the bed
room across the balcony. From
this distance, Johnny could not
tell whether her eyes were open
or not. His guess was that they
After Kay had called Johnny,
asking him to meet her at the
boathouse, he found Moe firmly
entrenched in conversation with
Hannah, the cook. Johnny pulled
him away from a thick peanut
butter sandwich long enough to
tell him what was going on. “And
keep your eyes open, pal,” he ad
(To be continued)
Rev. Fred and Hillary Blevins
closed a very successful revival
meeting at Liberty Baptist church
with several additions to the
Mrs. E. E. Caudill spent a few
days last week with Mrs. J. T.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Proffitt,
of North Wilkesboro, were Sun
day dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs.
Ray E. Caudill.
Mr. Sidney Royall, who was
hit by a car, is slightly improving.
Mrs. E. E. Caudill spent Sunday
night with Mrs. W. H. Hoppers.
Mr. W. F. Hoppers has returned
to his work as salesman for The
Blackman Stock Remedies after
spending the summer at his home
here. Mrs. Hoppers will join him
this week for the winter.
Rev. Fred and Hillary Blevins’
are conducting a revival service
at Pine Fork Baptist church this
week. Everyc^ is cordially in
vited to attend.
Cherry Lane News
A large crowd attended the As
sociation at Woodruff during the
Guests of Mr. and Mrs. Paul
Miles Sunday were: Mr. and
Mrs. J. T- Miles, Mr. and Mrs.
Earn Hanks, Everette Gentry,
Donley Anderson, Mr. and Mrs.
C. A. Miles, Mr. and Mrs. R. L.
Hanks, Rev. and r Mrs. Guy
Brooks, Mr. and Mrs. Joe Spicer,
Mrs. Odell Evans and sister, Mr.
C. R. McCann, also Misses Vena
and Betty Miles.
Kyle Gentry, of the U. S. Navy,
has returned to his home after
Mr. and Mrs. Roscoe Smith had
as their dinner guests, Sunday:
Mr. and Mrs. Verne Smith, Mr.
and Mrs. Coy McCrary, also Mr.
and Mrs. J. D. Smith.
Mr. and Mrs. Earn Hanks made
a business trip to Charlotte, Mon
Mary Lou Miles spent Friday
night with Vena Miles. .
Mr. and Mrs. Jessie Holcomb,
of Martinsville, Va., visited rel
atives here this week end.
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The John Rhudy Crouse Farm & Personal Property
Saturday, October 11,1947, at 2 P. M.
Place of Sale: On The Premises
4 Miles Southeast of Galax on
Meadow Creek Road
We will sell for John Rhudy Crouse on the above date, at auction, his
farm and person property.
REAL ESTATE: 37 acres of land, 4 miles Southeast of Galax on the
Meadow Creek Road, known as a part of the Levi Todd Farm, and formerly
owned by C. H. Todd. This is a splendid tract of land and in a good location.
IMPROVEMENTS: Dwelling house (unfinished), and barn; lights In
knucn anal Korn
6 Good Milk Cows, Guernsey and Jersey, with High Test.
1 Registered Guernsey Bull Cali, 6 months old.
1 Hog, weight about 200 lbs.
3 Hay Stacks.
3-Piece Bedroom Suite, Walnut Finish. Heatrola.
3-Piece Bedroom Suite, Blonde Maple. Range
Breakfast Set, with Chrome Finish. Cabinet.
3-Piece Maple Laving Room Suite. Utility Cabinet
Antique Weight Clock. Other household goods.
Woodworking Tools, Consisting Of
1 6-inch Walker-Turner Jointer.
1 8-inch Walker-Turner Bench Saw. N
1 Walker-Turner Shaper.
1 12-inch Walker-Turner Band Saw. ’
1 Walker-Turner Turning Lathe, complete with dutside face plate, 18-inch
. extension bed.
Tumfcag Knives. "
1 Duel 1-2 or 1-3 Electric Motor.
THE FOLLOWING ARTICLES MAT BE SOLD AT THIS SAIJC
1 General Electric <-foot tidffcigerator.
1 Washing Machine.