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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
SARAH ANNE never had im
agined herself a captive princess in
an ivory tower when she was seven
and eight and playing make-believe
games.
She had not read her own brown
eyed, quiet, beauty-seeking little
self into the role of the maiden who
sent Jason after the golden apples
or launched one thousand ships
from Troy.
She had been contented to read
such stories. After all, didn’t she
have seven freckles on her tilted
nose? Didn’t she have brown hair
when princesses always had yellow
locks so long they could sit on them
without pulling, and wide, pansy
blue eyes ?
Even Little Eva was a blonde, so,
In all the neighborhood frolics, she
suggested her sister for the saintly
child who was drawn up to a card
board heaven.
No, she herself would have to be
satisfied with a lady-in-waiting job,
she had decided.
Yet all of the time she dared to
pray that one of those miracles
which had come to Daniel in the
lions’ den, and David when he faced
the giant, would happen to her.
It had come, with Jack’s return.
And it had gone as suddenly. She
wasn’t even seeking her own let
ters tonight. They belonged to Cor
rinne.
If Sarah Anne had grown up in
a more self-entered fashion, she
would have expected to be rescued
tonight. As it was, she was sure
she would have to fight this matter
out as best she could.
The presence of that third per
son in the cabin was npt frighten
ing. If she was shot, these men
would have to answer for murder
and they wouldn’t want that.
A moment after she first sensed
this new presence, a familiar voice
spoke. Bob Kennedy said: “Better
let the lady go, my man. You’re
covered.”
Not until then did Sarah Anne
realize how much, all of these
years, she had wanted to be pro
tected, too. She hadn’t been guard
ed by Jack. Instead, she had been
a bulwark between him and the
world. And now—
But this was no time to grow
dramatic and emotional. She would
put aside the thought that Bob had
followed her until they were safely
out of this.
It was an hour later when they
were in the parsonage car. Bob had
dismissed the taxicab which had
brought him, and the hastily-sum
moned police had taken charge of
Bing.
“He’s a brother of Robins,” one
of the officers explained. “Been act
ing as a front around here.”
In the car Sarah Anne opened
her lips to thank Bob, but the
words never came. His own voice,
usually low and laughing at every
thing, wasn’t that way now. It was
sharp, like something made from
steel. '
“I’m glad I got there in time for
Corrinne’s sake.”
“Yes, so am I.” Why couldn’t he
Chamberlain Defies Demand of Public
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Winston Churchill, Great Brit
tain’s elder statesman, is key figure
in a political storm which is rocking
the British government. Appoint
ment of the 64-year-old veteran to
the cabinet has been urged repeat
edly as the most effective defense
. measure Prime Minister Neville
Chamberlain could take, and there
bus been a growing popular demand
for the move.
Churchill repeatedly has warned
the government of the danger which
' Hitler’s regime involves and has de
manded rearmament to the teeth
and stern resistance to the dicta
tor’s demands.»During his long ca
reer Churchill has held six major
cabinet posts, and is regarded as
one of thh able, administrators of
the country as well as enjoying a
h|gh reputation as a military strat
egist. He became First Lord of the
/Admiralty in 1911. He also served
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be glad in a nicer tone of voice?
“I’m relieved to hear that,” he
answered curtly. “But you should
have started to be careful sooner.”
“Sooner? What do you mean?”
Her hands were trembling on the
wheel and the car wobbled a little.
“Before you became such an ex
ample for Corrinne. She’s a sweet
kid and she’s having a hell of a
time. Do you realize—but of course
you don’t—that she would go off
the deep end if she had a chance?”
“Not now she won’t!” * Sarah
Anne answered bitterly.
“You seem sure.” Suddenly his
voice sounded tired. “Well, now
that you have the evidence, what
are you going to do with it?”
“Save it for my great nephews
and nieces,” she answered. “They’ll
think it’s so nice that their dear
old Aunt Sarah Anne had her mo
ment, even if it was a bad one.”
Bob didn’t answer. Instead, he
reached into the pocket of her suit
jacket, pulled out the letters, and
tore them into a myriad pieces.
Then he stuffed them into his own
pocket. “Can’t tell whom we might
meet on such a moonlight night, or
what they r.ugUt want,” he said in
an easier voice.
One thing was registered in
Sarah Anne’s indignant mind. Bob
thought she had written the let
ters. He had accused her instantly,
not asking for or waiting for an
explanation. Well, now he could fly
to Tahiti and live on coconuts or
whatever they had down there, and
she never would tell him. To think
she had imagined that he liked
her!
She laughed shortly. “When you
blow that bugle you talked about
the other day, don’t waste any
notes if I’m late. I won’t be there!”
He didn’t talk again until they
reached the parsonage, when he
said: “I hope you’ll keep this from
your sister.”
“My sister wants to see me,” she
answered, too angry to care that
something beautiful never had hap
pened anyway.
Bob stepped in front of Cor
rinne’s door. “Sorry, but I don’t
think you will.” He saw Mrs. Mel
ton coming up the steps and smiled
at her. “How’s your other daugh
ter ?”
The minister’s wife smiled back.
“She was so upset this evening the
doctor came and gave her an opi
ate. She talked a little in her
sleep.” Mrs. Melton looked at Sarah
Anne scrutinizingly. “She was talk
ing about you. Are you sure you’re
all right?”
For a second Bob’s eyes held
Sarah Anne’s. The man’s were a
trifle superior, a little teasing. She
walked into her own room and
closed the door stealthily, because
if she didn’t she would bang it and
wake up the whole town.
So she wan the cause of Cor
rinne’s infatuation, wes she? She
had written some letters? Let Bob
Kennedy keep on thinking so! Let
him eat dust and pebbles before she
would tell him differently. And she
had thought he was someone who
as Minister of Munitions and Sec
retary of War.
His reappointment as First Lord
of the Admiralty, his supporters
argue, would be the clearest possi
ble warning to Hitler that Britain
means business when it says it no
longer will tolerate aggression and
that any move on Poland means war
with Britain as well.
Chamberlain, however, fears that
if Churchill enters the cabinet be
cause of pressure of public opinion,
he would be in such a strong posi
tion that he could control the cabinet
and be Prime Minister in all but
name. For if Churchill then threat
ened to resign, over disagreement
with government policy, including
possible further appeasement, he
would imperil the entire cabinet.
His appointment to the Admiralty
would mean the second big cabinet
shakeup resulting from the Hitler
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could be trusted, trusted the way
Robert Ransom could be.
She even had compared him to
the story-book cavaliers in that
first mad moment. Maybe he was
'that way. For Corrinne. Maybe all
men were, when a girl had blonde
hair or amber hair or red hair or
black hair. But never for nice, de
pendable brown!
That was why she went to the
beauty parlor in the morning and
asked to have her curls swept high
on her head, and her eyelashes
plucked to a thinner line. She put
on a white frock and tied a wide
purple scarf around it for a girdle,
and hunted until she found purple
sandals. They had been white origi
nally, but last summer she had
dyed them to wear with a white
skirt and purple sweater.
When she returned from the
beauty parlor, some later newspa
pers had arrived. Corrinne, who had
them with her in her room, looked
up apologetically, worriedly.
“The letters?" her eyes asked.
“Safe. And torn to bits.” She re
cited the story briefly, not men
tioning Robert Kennedy, letting it
appear that the police had come un
heralded to the rescue and had
found Bing Wells. She wa3 con
vinced that Robert would not men
tion the letter incident to Corrinne,
believing it Sarah Anne’s own se
cret. Besides, the man was out to
protect Corrinne. And that was
fine, swell, colossal, stupendous!
“This story is such a lie,” Cor
rinne spoke slowly. “It says you
borrowed my coat and hat to keep
a tryst with Lynn and that you
were jealous of me. I’ve done such
dreadful things to you, Sarah
Anne! I hadn’t stopped to think
about that ...” Her eyes were
very blue, very bewildered.
For the moment she was the
small sister who had walked to the
corner every morning when Sarah
Anne had started to school, and
waited at that same place every
noon when the dismissal bell rang.
She was the small tow-headed
shadow who used to say: Whatever
you do, I want to do!” Sarah Anne
brushed away a quick tear.
Sarah Anne always had taken
her own responsibilities and accept
ed others, too. After all, Corrinne
had not known she was going to
the lodge that night. So she said:
“But I am in it, as much as you
are!” To herself she added: “But
you have champions and I haven’t
one, not one!”
Some way she must recover that
sense of lost peace. She must be
self-reliant and independent.
Corrinne interrupted. “Your hair
—I just noticed. It’s lovely, but it’s
not you!”
“And I’m not going to be me any
longer,” her sister answered, but
she kept the words in her heart.
Downstairs she heard her father
calling her. He and Robert Ken
nedy were sitting together on th#
veranda when she opened the
screen door. Her father looked
worried. Robert spoke pleasantly,
too pleasantly.
(To Be Continued)
war boom. It is predicted Viscount
Runciman, Lord President of the
Council, would resign; Earl Stan
hope, now First Lord of the Ad
miralty, would take Runcimaa’s
post, and Churchill would move into
the Admiralty office. <
Runciman was named to the cabi
net as a reward for his work as
mediator at Prague, his work there
paving the way for the partition of
Czecho-Slovakia. Stanhope also was
named to his post as a result of the
Munich crisis, when fiery Alfred
Duff Cooper tossed up the office be
cause he could not approve of Brit
ain’s part in the affair.
The further Britain'* - revolt
against Chamberlain’s appeasement
policies spreads, the greater are
chances of this cabinet shakeup and
Churchill’s return to leadership of
the world’s greatest navy. Observ
ers say that day is not far off.
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experiment to test efficiency of the lifeboat which inventors Menotti Nanni
and sons claim foolproof, the boat tilted when it hit the water and soaked
the inventors. Nanni says carbon-dioxide gas catapults the boat.
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James A. Aimee (left), undercover
investigator, smiles as he escorts
Joseph A. Campbell from New York
police headquarters. Campbell
was among the thirty-eight New
York City revenue division em
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connection with alleged SIOO,OOO
city sales tax fraud.
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With the confession of Frank Dolazel, 52, to slaying and dismembering Mrs. Florence Polillo, one of Cleve
land, Ohio’s, 12 torso murder victims, police officials renewed efforts to solve the other 11 cases. Photos above
show—top, entrance to the murder house, occupied by Dolazel. Lower Polillo. Lower right—the
bath tub in which Dolazel is accused of dismembering mrs. Polillo. :„
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Kingsbury Run, Cleveland, 0., where several torso victims’ dismembered
bodies were found.
A confession that he murdered at least one of Cleveland’s 12 torso victims
has been obtained from Frank Dolazel, 52, bricklayer and former employe
of a slaughter-house, by Sheriff Martin.L. O’Donnell of Cuyahoga (Cleve
land) County, Ohio. Sheriff O’Donnell als* linked Dolazel with two of the
other 11 torso murders which have baffled Cleveland police for years. The
sheriff said Dolazel admitted, after 3 hours of grilling, to slaying and dis
membering the body of Mrs. Florence Sawdey Polillo and throwing her
head into Lake Erie at E. 49th street. The head was never recovered
though parts of the body were found by police.
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Here is Frank Dolezel, 52-year-old Cleveland bricklayer and former em
ploye of a slaughter-house who has confessed, according to Sheriff Martin
L. O’Donnell, that he murdered one of Cleveland’s 12 torso slaying victims,
a woman, and dismembered the body. Sheriff O’Donnell stated he is con
vinced that Dolezel was responsible for the 11 other torso murders which
have plagued Cleveland police for several years.
Torso Victim, Scene of Slaying