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PAGE TWO HBHK 4^ADAMBLIjsSL 7m7 i -^JCOPYRfGHT—RgLRASKn RY CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION ~ . CHAPTER 4t IN FRONT of the Criminal Courts building. Van Every was waiting In « taxL He Joined Keyes and me at the door. Keyes growled at him un civilly as we went up In the elevator. The detective’s face was forbidding. He was furious at Mrs. Bryce, and made no secret of it She had out witted him, and Keyes was not used to being outwitted. When we were settled In his office. Van Every announced that he had been waiting for us for half an hour. He had recognized Keyes’ car In front of Mrs. Bryce's apartment, and thought that sooner or later we would come here. Seeing Keyes dolefully staring at nothing but the surface of his desk, the older man pulled his flask from his pocket and going to the water cooler took several paper cups which he filled with whiskey. Keyes drained his at one draught, and as Van Every had left his flask stand ing on the desk, calmly helped him self to another drink. "Good liquor, Van Every," he said. His humor was better already. I also poured myself another. It was good liquor, but then Van Every’s was the best always. The neatly embossed V. E. was atarlng me In the face as I quaffed this second drink. He had had It a long time. I remembered in Flor ence he had poured me innumerable drinks from It. Might not be the came. Perl aps one like It. Thicker and heavier than the new flasks, but a man as old as Van Every liked old things, belongings he was familiar with. Like this flask for instance, habit. I knew essentially Van Every was a creature of habit. I myself was getting that way. Although Keyes and Van Even* didn’t take a third. I did. I was tired, and already my fatigue was leaving me. The liquor was mellow, easy to take. *T'll send you over a few quarts tomorrow." Van Every smiled, as he snapped down the clasp of the flask, first offering me another drink which I refused. "Please. If It’s the same as this." "I should have done it days ago— but with everything else I forgot.” he apologized. Then he turned to Keyes. "Why do you persist in sus pecting Edith Bryce?" he asked abruptly. "How do you know 1 do?" "Because tonight she told me she knew you suspected her.” "Well, then I’ll tell you why. .Wednesday afternoon —Laura Ran dall visited Edith Bryce. As you know. Miss Randall died Wednesday Just before 6.” "Just because Miss Randall visited Mrs. Bryce Is no sign " "Van Every, listen to this. Mrs. Bryce attended Miss Younger's per formance Monday night!" "Os course! I saw her there, but that makes no difference ” "It makes a lot of difference to me. Other suspicious circumstances have been connected with Mrs. Bryce. What they are I can’t tell you now " *Td know. If she had done It. I tell you I would. I think a great deal of her —and I can’t bear to have anyone suspect that she—-is the fiend—Keyes, don’t you see? She couldn’t have done these things.” "Can you tell me exactly where she was when both murders were committed?” "No —but she can." i "She had a chance tonight, and she Senator Borah Appears to Like New Jersey At the completion of his address in the Krueger Auditorium, Newark, N. J., United States Senator Willi aw E. Borah was the center of a crowd which had flocked from the audience to congratulate him. It was at that meeting the Idaho senator fired the first gun in his New Jersey campaign for the Republican Presidential nomination- (Central Prees) KWNSE <SEC-r-iy \ 505 hV m "V>ra.out> \ — t-A<E_ — J \ c=,oT I Cot tujo VootL 2e005 ovi ccsn.o J ON ' v4g_ NVORE. \OEAS _ Vou owe- [S^J re rased.” Keyes’ lips closed In a straight thin line. “She’s very difficult to handle. I know that You approached her the wrong way. If you’ll let me go to her and ask her " “You may do whatever you choose." Von Every nodded, and I knew from the firm set of his face that he would ask Mrs. Bryce just those questions. "You aren’t going to —” he paused. “Arrest her? Not yet I’ve no case against her yet I hear she Is planning to leave for Florida. You’ll explain to her that she cannot go." "I’ll see that she does not go. She is a difficult woman. Keyes. Espe cially when you don’t understand her. She was probably very angry tonight. I know she was, in fact when she saw your car out there. You have to handle her carefully—Fll warn you " "Thanks," Keyes laughed. He knew, and I knew. Mrs. Bryce was a difficult woman. It would be no easy thing getting a confession from her. "You’ll let me know." Van begged, “If you are going to arrest her?" “So yon can warn her? I'm afraid not” “I promised you she should stay in the city. That Is all I can do. Y’ou can trust me. because I’m posi tive she’s Innocent." After this Van Every left, asking me when I got to the hotel to look In on Joyce and phone him that she was all right He had gone up to the hotel just before coming to Keyes’ office, and Foster was still there. Mrs. Sumner, chaperoning, of course. With a sigh. Keyes locked the office, and we started away. He dropped me at the hotel, where I got rriy new key from the clerk. Going up In the elevator, I blessed Van Every again for the three drinks. At the fifth floor I got out and softly tapped on Joyce’s door. Mrs. Sum ner answered, dressed In her kimono. Miss Joyce was getting ready for bed. I Insisted on seeing her, and Joyce joined us at the door, telling me Allan had left about 15 minutes before. They had planned the wed ding. and drawn plans for their new house. She giggled when she said at last that was done. Perhaps the necessity for keeping her In hiding would be off tomorrow night, and she and Allan could dance. I heard the door lock as I left for my own rooms around the corner. The halls were dimly lighted, and I didn’t see the man lounging near my door until I had my key In the lock. “Mr. Maughan?” a hoarse whisper made me look around. His face was in the shadow, but I did not know him, I was sure of that. I admitted to being Maughan. “I’ve been waiting for you for hours. I must see you!” His voice shook with excitement. I motioned him into the room and turned on the light. When the strong glow from the central chandelier touched his face, I knew It was familiar to me. I seldom forget faces. This one I remembered dimly. Then when his hat came off I knew. His hair was short cropped. It was Ward Van Every! I looked at my visitor curiously. There was not the slightest likeness to Dow Van Every about him —rather a likeness to Joyce. I saw in his eyes the same vivid love of life, more subdued perhaps, but still there. The same graceful curve of the eye brows. Dow Van Every wao taller, more /hnn Nomskuu. y^pj-^gi DEAR. NOAH- >MOU 1.0 A GO^>3IP GO AS FAR TO TE.V.L A PHONE ? jomn * Tina SdCNTFOW>, *O. OAK. PEAR NOAH^IF^UONG D* STANCE" CONNE.CTED ME WITH DES MOINES. how much wouud iowa? KAK.CN CAKUtOtI DUNOat, M»QH DEAR NOAH- W/OUt-D YOU RUN IN A STOCK ING, A FOOT RACE *? MAuOR THOWjBMI MMW TOOK MQHWOTIOwi -p NOAH, eMK OK THI* mißfaM—■ " HENDERSON. (N. C.) DAILY DISPATCH, MONDAY, MAY 18, 1936 strikingly handsome with h!s silvery hair, and erect, rigid shoulders. Ward was stooped, thinner than his brother, his face rather emaciated, pallid—the prison color. His hair, which must have been blond, was a mottled gray now, what there was of it. He seemed strong, though, for all this pallor. 1 remembered that Warden Lawn had said he exercised rigorously In prison. His eyes. Joyce’s eyes, although unt so blue as hers, brightened eagerly as he sat down. Seventeen years In prison. I shud dered when I thought of it. How long must 1? years be when one was counting the hours, the minutes? A lifetime behind bars. And Ward had been an excellent prisoner. No black marks to his name. Free now, be cause of his conduct. I passed him some cigars, which he refused, taking some of his own cigarets In preference. As I kept the cigars only for my guests, I took and lighted one of my own cigarets, too. “You’ll think It strange—l came to you,” he hesitated, and looked toward the door. Because he seemed to wish it, I went to It and locked it, putting the key in my pocket. He was easier after this. I waited patiently’for him to con tinue. but now that he was here, in my room, and I was with him, he appeared not to know what to say. I felt sorry for the man, and .ried to make hlni feel at ease. I chatted on about the weather, about every thing except the douWe tragedy until he got hold of himself again. "You’ll think It strange,” he started again when I paused significantly, “that I came to you. But I didn't want to go to Dow—l couldn’t —he would feel too poignantly the danger I’m in. It would worry him too much, just to have me here In the city. I don’t dare to go to Captain Keyes, who is conducting the Investi gation; I’d be in jail In two minutes. I read In the papers—l read every edition —that you were a friend of Dow’s. You were there that night, when the actress was —murdered." . He leaned back, weak with his effort of the last word. It must be a terri ble word to him. Murder. Seven teen years In prison for it. After a while he continued. “No, I couldn’t go to Captain Keyes. He wouldn’t understand. You —from the stories In the paper—you might. I’ve been hiding now since Monday night, Tuesday morning, in fact I wanted to come out to tell what I know, but I didn’t dare. Not to the police anyway. I’ve come tonight to ask you to help me. I didn’t want to leave Warden Lawn at first—he was so kind to me. but he Insisted. This time, they wouldn’t give me life. I’d get—the chair. I’ve lived in horror of It since the trial—so many years ago “I’m not making myself plain—Tm so mixed up—you’ll excuse me. I didn’t intend to hide until I read the papers Tuesday. I didn’t sleep all night. Worried and everything. My affairs principally, and what I was to do about them. I bought the paper, an extra early Tuesday morn ing when I was walking the streets. Then I realized what danger I was in—being near the house the night of the —tragedy.” He hadn’t said the word he hated this time. “You see?" “I see," I said as kindly as I could. He would get on with his story eventually. I saw that, and I could afford to be patient. {TO BE CONTINUED) iaohsensel WHe.E-000. KvT&> »s CfvOerKT IK -TVV^. 'Te.LE.GnA.P H Vdltzes v —\ \ oKe. arrfa GAL 't>c*v A ' ' . -Cw/Ai. M»K« Yo u Jf 4 (X or r^c >Eft Canned Foods Are Safe For Home Consumption 6y LOGAN CLENDENING, M. D. ONE OF THE most Important and seldom acknowledged advantages of. modern life is the widespread use of preserved foods. The practice has • allowed our ta- 1%. Dr % , Clendening of former times, with the fluctuation of food supply due to changes of sea son and the limited possibilities of transporting fresh foods any distance from the place where they were pro duced, it Is easy to understand the vastly improved nutrition of the modern race of men. To say noth ing of the enormously Increased fer tility of the human race, a situation which is not entirely a blessing. Whereas In the days of our fore fathers, underweight and undernu trition were the commonest nutri tional diseases, today one of the most serious problems Is obesity. It was only about 150 years ago, I have been told, that the preserva tion of fruits in jars was begun. Only very recently were vegetables and meat products added to the list, and the practice taken out of the hands of the housewife to be made a com mercial industry. The housewife has not been entirely supplanted and. In fact, her methods have been ap proved and encouraged by the U. S. department of agriculture (see Farm ers’ Bulletin No. 1471), but I doubt whether the housewife’s equipment will ever allow her to extend the KITTY NOT ENOUGH, ADOPTS BUNNY l ’ <f: :■ ’ •: . I r ; t' : :rf; - ! V:: : . - : : • ...... >,•. y iSfet. 1 Betty Lou with her kitten and bunny Betty Lou, a cat, is a motherly soul She wasn’t content with only a kitten. Thus when a bunny was put under her care, she gladly accepted the charge. Betty Lou, the kitten and the bunny are shown above. The cat is owned by Mrs. Gilbert King of Jackson, Mich. —Central Press What a Pitcher S <sgt - : 4 MmmT jg, t:j ; . p. 38 MBKllllf Allen Veijgel Major league scouts, particularly the St. Louis Cardinals, are keep ing their optics on Allen Veigel, above, Tuscarawas high school aenior of Dover, 0. Why? Well, because Allen, only 19, has just pitched his seventh no-hit, no run game in two years. Two this year and five last year. In his latest, Allen, six feet tall and an 180-pounder, allowed only one man to reach first and fanned 18 of the 22 batters to face him. —Central Press practice to the scientific develop-, ments that we have in modern canned goods. Can Live on Canned Foods Personally, I have always been glad torium, or going off the gold stand ard, or revolution, or flood, threaten my community, that I have been able to lay in a supply of canned food, be cause I can live very comfortably on such fare for a long time. The question constantly arises, however, whether there are any dan gers in canned food. These come un der the head usually of ptomaine poi soning from the can or from chemical preservatives. A little acquaintance with modern • methods of manufac ture would quiet apprehension on this score. So far as poisons are concerned, they are usually still called "pto maines”. In the early days of the industry, bacteriology was still in a period of Infancy, and it was sup posed that some chemical change in the food Itself resulted in the forma tion of poisonous products, which we called “ptomaines". Food poisoning, however, usually is due to infection. The ptomaine theory of food poison ing Is today thoroughly discredited, and the eminent hygienist, M. J. Rosenau, says, "Ptomaine poisoning is a good term to forget." Today the process of canning food takes into account so thoroughly the complete sterilization of the package before It is sealed, and the sealed package so effectively keeps out in fection, that ordinary food poisoning, due to the growth of germs, is more likely to occur in fresh food that has been exposed and handled than in canned and preserved foods. It Is true there have been some epidemics, such as botulism, in the past from certain kinds of preserved foods, but they have simply served as warnings to increase the precautions which food manufacturers take in order to prevent a recurrence of these condi tions. We have not heard of any serious outbreak of this kind for many years. blcs to be va ried and our diet attractive and nutritious during changes of season, through the winter months, and for those who are com pelled to live far removed from agricul tural centers cr active food markets. When we think of the life Wife Preservers « - *•— —jaassa To prevent marring your floors, purchase some glass cups for stove table and cabinet leg* a“““ ’• _X Good-Bye Mr. Mahan V See You in 1996! ifllllilßK / - x 21lilr H Jm sJU&o§yy . lilifif ..:::.: < § M M Mmmß&mßm jjfij&Sm/ a|raHV JBP > ' tS&Sz 's%L \ < y?L tt”g»Si?nkt? *&***>, f“»‘y ‘« «>e Weyerhaeuser kidnaping, down tenciT He trill be tm£sfr?ed £, McNeil Island Penitentiary to begin a sixtj-year sen -——l P e waPtfflgM to AmeiiCii a Pevila Island, the prison at Alcatraz, i sl San Francisco Bay. Freed in Smith Plot \ jj& V Bt. ■•»3 iH HiiS Hg Ni-'jf ißKgfe. ■- > % ■- '' A*. Catherina Pavlik, 25-year-old secretary of Astoria, L. i., snown a; ur, has been exonerated of any complicity in the SII,OOO blackmail plot against Alfred E. Smith, Jr., son of the former governor of New York. Young Smith, shown below (left) with Assistant District Attorney Harold Hastings, went before the Grand Jury with a complaint that ha was beine blackmailed. Three men are under surveillance. GAVE TIP TO G-MEN ON ROBINSON < V By Central Press Soundplioto Lynn Allen Tip given by Lynn Allen, above, soda fountain attendant in Pasa dena, Cal., is credited with putting federal agents on the trail of Thomas H. Robinson, Jr., who was seized at Glendale, Cal, and whisked to Louisville, Ky., for trial in the abduction of Mrs. Alice Speed Allen observed that a “woman” customer entering his establishment didn’t look like a woman. He told police and identi fied a photo of Robinson %s the “woman” who had entered his store. Robinson masqueraded as a woman in his long evasion of the law.
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