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’MURDER ISg WOlKSTFUtPSk ■cr, H*t, were kind by J. T. Mi aurdered brother^ Irene wm net twjfnhf her daughter Kay, *r dken hi the family. The night r * Irene’s room. When Johnny rnihnl in, he found Irene in a faint An Investigation brought nothing to light Be did deter mine that either Nancy London, sister af Irene, or Nick Walker, a Mead of Nancy’s, had Ued abut their movement at the than. Nancy said she had taken a walk and Nidi said die waa on the terrace. Moe Martin and the dog came into the library. JJo/’Jo.mny, the two of themjnade a perfect part nership, 9txe Great Dane had at-; tachea himself to Moe. Moe said, looking around, -Soy, where is Nick Walker?” Then, turning to Johnny, he ad ded, “I thought you’d be back with your tongues hanging out, so I made three drinks.” i “Nick left,” said Nancy. Her manner had changed again. “Three’s just enough,” John ny said,' offering one of the glasses to the woman. “She doesn’t drink anything,”, said Moe. He sat the tray and one' glass on a coffee table, reaching, for Johnny's extra drink. “The, extra one won’t spoil.” His round \ face looked cheerful for once. "I found five kinds of rum.” Johnny’s eyes were amazed. He stm held the two glasses. “Good God. IPhone you didn’t find anything else to put to them!” “No,” said Moe. “Just rum.” Johnny held one glass toward Nancy England. "Try it, Maybe it will do you good.” She looked up at him, some thing in her dark eyes. Her smooth hair looked "like shiny mahogany around her ivory white face. “Really, I don’t drink—” "Try it” Abruptly, as though with grim determination, she accepted the glam. Her fingers brushed his We Ate Fluttered That So Many Imitations Have Appeared On The Matte When Yon Want Ham Insurance Be Sure With Chambers’ Anti Skipper Compound N. J. BODDIE The Ham Insurance Man ■0X411 DURHAM. M. C. own, and they were trembling, ft was the one outward indi cation that she was deeply upset about something. Johnny sipped the cool drink, ft was good rum and, amazingly, Moe’s blending had accomplished perfect results. “It does taste nice,” said Nan cy England. “Doesn’t it though?” Johnny said, practically finishing his glass. He watched Nancy. Now that she had made up her mind, the drink was disappearing with al acrity. He offered her one of his cigarettes. The Great Dane lay stretched pn the floor, head between his out-stretched paws, looking up at them out of one open eye. “You think I can’t duplicate them?” repeated Moe. “I made a whole Shaker full.” "Why didn't you say so?” de manded Johnny. He put his em pty glass on the tray, handed the tray to Moe Martin. He was somewhat sumrised to see that Nanrv England had finished al so. He put her glass on the tray, too. "I might as well lust bring in the shaker.” said Moe. ignoring the tray and going toward the hall. Nancy sighed and rested her head against the deep cushion of the armchair. “It does make you feel cooler.” She crossed her legs. Johnny observed that she had nicely rounded knees. He won dered why she didn’t wear more stylish clothes. “Yes,” he agreed, “it sure has been hot lately. No rain out here at all, they say.” "That’s right” "Do you do much driving?” Johnny asked. "Very little.” Nancy added, “Kay’s the good driver in the family. My sister, too . - .of course, not right now. “Naturally . . Johnny lit an other cigarette. "I understand you are going to stay out here with Irene for a few days?” “I'm sorry . . .what did you say?” Her eyes* now, did not center on him directly. They ap peared slightly out of focus. It must be wonderful, Johnny thought to get a belt out of a drink as swiftly as that “I said . ... " Moe came in and Johnny stop ped abruptly. "I feel mighty splendid,” Moe announced. “He’s cute,” said Nancy. “Michael’s cute, too,” said Johnny. He bent down and rub bed the Great Dane’s ears. The animal turned his head sideways and pushed his massive head against Johnny’s hand. Nancy’s gaze left the rug. Her eves had a liquid brightness jum. “What was I saying Johnny?” “I forgot I forgot what I ask ed you.” She laughed softly. With the comment, “I’ll just make sure there’s no more nun,” Moe Martin started toward the pantry. Michael, the dog, trailed after him. “Oh yes,” Johnny lied. “It was about the novel.” He picked up his glass from where he had set it on the rug beside the chair. “The novel?” “The book your sister Irene is. ... I mean, was writing. Do you think—” Nancy said, “I don’t think you’ll find it.” She got up, select ed a satin-covered pillow from a divan, returned to her own chair and put the pillow behind her head. Outside of a certain un hurried deliberateness in her movements, she showed no signs of being intoxicated. “Why?” prodded Johnny. “I have an idea Irene destroy ed the manuscript. She got tired of working on it.” Johnny got up and strolled over to the fireplace. He felt that he had to move around a little bit. The rum made his thoughts slightly fuzzy. Leaning against the fireplace, he looked across at Nancy England. “What was the story about?” She shook her head. “She nev er said.” “Does anydne know?” “I don’t t-iink so . . " She look ed at Johnny and smiled again. He tried not to concentrate on the unsmiling half of her face. Her right index finger was push ed against the tip of her chin, and her eyes were thoughtful. Moe appeared in the door. “I think HI go to bed,” he said. “There’s no more rum.” Hejbow ed to the woman seated within the room. “Good night” Johnny’s eyes were thoughful, almost harsh-looklng, as he ac companied his partner to the foot of the hall staircase. Moe was asking, “Aren’t you coming up? JEverybody’s in bed.” He nodded toward the library. “I think you’d better send her to-bed too. You won't find out a thing. Inciden tally, there was something I wanted to tell you later,” Moe added. Moe Martin went up the stairs. The Great Dane, Michael, seem ed undecided what to do for a moment. Then he followed. The animal looked awkward climb ing the stairs. In the large pantry, Johnny opened cabinet doors until he found the assorted supply of li quor. Selecting a bottle of the French brandy Nancy England had named, he opened it, ob tained large-bowled inhalers and started back to the library. Homer, the butter, had just * And for lofts of milk you neod good milk* making rations— Purina Cow Chows I IT’S THE MILK IN THE BAGI * u Pt^Uf And tha ingradiants in tha bag moan thara’a milk “built in." Oat Purina Cow Chow now. pvinm IUf KIUIRS tL Purina Rot Kilims for compl*t« control. r NMOO'JARTEBS ranu’cHOWS s«wik Hi* tall, straight figure, his se vere features, made Johnny think of a sombre palibearer. He held a cap in his hand. He saw the bottle and glasses which Johnny carried. "May I assist you, Mr. Saxon?” Johnny said, “I’ll manage.” “Very well, sir.” He started to close the door. "If you don’t mind, sir, I’ll lock up the win-' dows now. It’s rather late, you know.” “Homer?” “Yes, sir?” “You had the evening off?” “I did, sir. I just got back.” “You walked in from the main road?” Homer nodded. “The main entrance gates are locked at night?” “Oh, yes, sir. And there is a watchman at the gatehouse. He closed the gates tonight right af ter Mr. Walker and Doctor Clark left” “You saw them?” “No sir. But John — that’s the watchman — was telling me they were both here.” “And now the gates are lock ed for the night?” “That’s right. And no one would be nermitted to enter the estate unless the watchman first called the house.” "I see.” Johnrv murmured. He turned and walked into the li brary. He wondered what Nancy Eng land had been doing near the mantel, fpr he had the impression that she had steoned quicHv away from the fireolace and cone back to hey chair iust be fore he aoneared in the doorway. His smile was again careless and gay. He grinned too. “No one would over think vou were a' detective,” Nancy Eng land said. Johnny looked at his shoes. "Do vmutbink I look like a de teetive?’?., SjhKnurmured something that sdtfnded like “No.” Johnny cas ually died a package of cigar ettes from a roomy pocket and fired up. He stretched his long legs out in front of him and kept watching Nancy England while the smoke curled up in the air. And he wondered if maybe this Nancy England wasn’t pretty clever indeed. He hadn’t been able to get anything out of her all evening. He’d asked question after question and all he’d got ten were evasive, half-finished answers. Well, there wasn’t much he At Home On The Farm With The City Cousin The pasting of Tbanksfifinf— with thoughts it brings to mind at fruitful new and bounties of the land—reminds me of the Tar Heel farmer whose hybrid seed corn was so good he was forcedi into the sawmill business. I didn’t believe it either, bring the skeptical sort that 1 am. But Jerry Bason, Alamance County farm agent for the. Extension Service out at State College, says that’s the way it was told to him. The story we have gives us a could do but give it another whirl, he thoug.it. [ "You say you live in New york 'most of the time?” he asked. She nodded. "At the Barclay.” *TU bet Nick Walker would rather have you stay out here.” She said nothing. Her eyes! never rose above his chin when she looked at him. Then they I glanced beyond him and John ny heard a quiet movement in the room. Turning, he saw the butler moving to close the ter race doors. ! Johnny’s mouth was pulled straight across his teeth as he covertly watched Nancy Eng land’s eyes follow the butler's quiet movements. The butler, finished, left the room. His movements were so quiet he reminded Johnny Sax on of a wraith. He thought oer haps Homer was sore about something. The man’s features looked more severe than usual. With the terrace doors closed the air in the room had become motionless and dead. Perspiration dampened Johnny’s forehead. He said, "Do you mind If I ask you a rather personal qnesfiou?” She looked at his chin. She studied various parts of his face except his eyes. "What is the question?” Are you going to marry Nick Walker?” She stood up and walked over to the mantle. "Why do you ask that?” she said. "WeH” he said slowly, "I was under the impression he's loved you for a long time.” Nancy looked at him sharply. She started to say fiercely, "Nick doesn’t know the meaning of—” (To be continued) fat the bMk|rwBdiriwki trying to ndp undo Mow of the damage. You mc, he’s J. T. Dixon, a, pioneer hybrid corn breeder at Snow Camp, and a very con scientious fellow, too. He's as sembling a saw mill to mate hnn ber with which to build eom cribs for the farmers in bis ‘com' inanity who planted bis hybrid seed corn this year, because, as he puts it: “The cribs just won't take care of the crop!" I’ve heard some folks over in; this land of plenty have allowed that the old seed producer was just joking about the thing. r m km a mat dark with the fam a |wt Jilriawl that aae i. T- Dim baa aaaoBbiad a sawmill! Wait 4HS Auction Sale Saturday, December 20 lfcM O'CLOCK A. BL Will Sell 2 Milch cows (Jerseys) 1 McCormick binder, 7 feet cat, in good condition 1 Wood saw, 22 inch Made 1 Twelve inch corn mill, stone bam 1 New Oliver chilled plow No. 49 1 Electric refrigerator 3N Bushels of rye 3— Baskets of corn w Some bay and fodder JoCoMeCann GLADE VALLEY, N. CAROLINA i for Counties, IN BEEN TAXES Cities and Towns c4ot£A THE 1947 General Assembly' doubled the taxes on malt beverages and directed ’ that hall of die proceeds be dwtribntrd to Counties, cities end towns when die sale of these malt beverages is permitted. ' • The new tax, amounting to two and one* . half cents on each twelve-ounce bottle, went into effect July 1, and the first dis tribution of this money to local government units was made in November on the basis of July, August and September collections. Future payments are to be made annually. F i ' • (' Hf This first allocation to local govermneat > .mjh to <1 TMSM 12 \- S~ ' L.
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