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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT., JUNE 30, 1938 Of Special Interest to Women Readers THE AVENGER - - - by Walter Forder - CHAPTER XVII Last Link Again the long-drawn how], and involuntarily he stared out into the darkness. The procedure had all the elements of a staged show i automatically he was drawn to a ness anything there might be A flash of vivid lightning lit the heavens and for a fraction of a second illuminated the garden below. In that flash, however, Hunter started and gave vent to an exlam-ation. "The old pr He hastened through the house and got by the door leading immed lately to the garden in front of the house. It was chilly and bleak, and the wind beat the rain down made for the summer-house, knew the path and the going not so blundering as on the first night. In a few seconds he ■within the beaten ring. Faintly from inside the building came stealthy sounds of moving about. Creeping by the old ruined wall ie made his way around the building until he stood by the ivy-covered window which faced the open The force of the gale beat upon him without mercy, and he had to hold tightly to the intertwined tendrils of the ivy. Inside The Hut Gasping for breath, as the boisterous nor'-easter buffeted, Hunter pressed aside the clustering leaves and peered inside the hut. There was a moment's pitchy darkness, and then a light shone out as the stooping figure of the cassock bent to light a tures underneath the cowl. Pre-tly his face close to the glass tapped gently with his finger. The man inside instantly cloaked the lantern under the folds of his gown, turned to stare in the direction of the sound, and beheld a pallid face. With an involuntary cry of alarm the man stepped back and t»t that moment Hunter moved very swiftly around the tmy building and pushed open its crazy door. In a flash his quarry seemed to glean the fact that he was cornered, and hurled the lantern to the floor, leapt headlong down the steps to the caves. Quick as he was Hunter was quicker. He snatched and held the folds of the monkish gown. The Gre -ella There came the sound o£ tearing and rending and a muffled oath from the man as he braced himself to prevent from being jerked upwards by Hunter's sudden grip. Lithe as an eel, the man wriggled and Hunter felt the empty gown fall limply into his grasp. "Lost him," he muttered, "but this is well worth having." He held in his hands the monk's gown. With his pocket torch he in-upected it. It proved to be far from an ordinary cloak; and was queer-ly attached with some stiffening steels and wires. He fumbled with the springs and tapes, and then, with an exclamation, "Ah! I've got it," the monkish gown furled itself up into a tight roll. A twist or two produced the ferrule and handle, and in manner magical he saw what he held in his hand. The Green Umbrella! "A splendid 'prop,' " he commented, "and one that confirrs my theatrical theory. Hunter's quick eyes had been at work, and as he 'had manipulated the gown he noted that a tiny pocket book had fallen to the ground. Worn and well thumbed, it appeared to he a calendar memorandum or some sort of diary. Hunter read a list of towns and sums of money in dollars. "Memphis, 600 dollars. Eagle Bend, 250 dollars. Brooklyn, 550 dol- is y^^M^ uiAKESonclBUR"' GQjejman ingsasnt STOVES lars. Syracuse, 600 dollars." At the last entry Hunter's eyes glinted with joy. "And that's pretty nearly my last link," he muttered. CHAPTER XVIII Benson Sees Danger Although it was comparatively early in the afternoon, Benson's butler did a peculiar thing. He went round the house fastening every window, examing every catch, and giving particular attention to the doors. The shutters all made fast and the doors all locked or double-locked where they permitted it, he and his co-scoundrels felt comparatively safe. Matters were not going too smoothly. Where were the bodies of the three men that Dandy West had declared he had popped off? Whoever they were, they had discovered the beach hut entrance in the caves, and, owing to West's luckily following in search of the limping priest, had surprised them, just as they had emerged into the open. This was the tale he had told Benson, but a subsequent search failed to give any support to his Dandy West had been for many years a feared gunman of Chicago's worst racketeers, and he declared it was impossible that he could have missed his aim. So, ill at ease, they sat and discussed the mystery. West had seen the men fall, yet by some means thier bodies had disappeared. There was plenty of daylight outside, yet they took their meal with the lamps alight, for electricity or gas supply had not penetrated the Sings West was for the twentieth time trying to make conversation about the missing bodies, when from outside, beyond the barred shutters, came the sound of a deep voice, singing in a flat tuneless voice, like monk voicing a queer, old Gregor- 1 This i the This is theythe law of equal giving; Death for death and blow for blow, From the unknown and from the "It's that priest fellow," gasped West. "Well, if it is, he's on the right side of the shutter," growled Benson. "I can't afford any risks now -- I'm about through with this here whiskey racket. A whole skin is worth a deal of money, and from now on I'm for a clean get-away. D'ye hear?" A cowed silence greeted this outburst, and turning to the butler, he continued: "Get the dog ready to take out. The skipper'll be coming ashore by nightfall." "Quitting*' whispered McClint- "Yes, quitting," snarled Benson, glaring at his companions. "Anything to say to that?" Not A Suspicion "I'll quit too," came the husky agreement from McClintock. "It's beyond the limits of a normal risk -- ghosts -- dogs -- priests." "What of this place -- and the whisky still? Are you going to abandon the whole caboosh without a fight?" The tones of Dandy West carried such a sneer that Benson flushed. "We've done well, haven't we? Take my advice and clear w-hile the goin's gbod. There's more in this ugly guy than meets the eye. Do you happen to remember Syracuse, ' what happened there?" "Syracuse?" echoed West. "Sure, remember. We bumped off those poor mutts in a dressing room at the Orpheum." "Well, don't you think it strange that this madman who broke in here to-day should use the word West stared at Benson and McClintock stared from one to the other. "What do you mean, Benson? What can this idiot know about Syracuse? It's years ago, and this is England. We got away clear and clean. There wasn't the faintest suspicion which could connect that affair with us." Benson tossed off a stiff peg of whiskey before he replied. His eyes were bulging, and a glistening cold sweat stood upon his forehead. "You wouldn't understand," he muttered. West was not to be put off and he pressed forward. "Wouldn't understand what?" "See here, West. I don't wish to Woman Spends Year Looking Into Mirror During Her Lifetime, Expert Figures--Average Girl Uses Up 45 Minutes A Day. The average woman spends a year of her life in front of the mirror, an expert employed by a British cosmetic firm estimates. In the morning, he explains, the average girl spends at least a quarter of an hour in front of her mirror, combing her hair, creaming and powdering her face. Before she gets into bed she usually spends longer, creaming her face again and brushing her hair, say 20 minutes. 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How do you know that the strange creature who got in here to-night is not one?" Death Is About '"Fraid o' ghosts an' spooks." West's laughter pealed out. "You, Benson, the best brains the old gang ever had, an' you, McClintock, the craftiest lad in all the business. Afraid o' ghostesses!" "Say what you like, West. I'm all through," coldly answered Benson. "I understand my own feelings. I tell you that death is about to-night It came into this room with that Dandy West allowed the sarcastic grin on his face to die away. Perhaps he felt the reality of what Benson had said. Of all the men in the room lie should have done so. "Come on; action," exclaimed Benson, suddenly. "The Skipper's at sea and waiting for the signal." He passed to the door, as he "You, West, keep watch on the cliff. You, McClintock, get ready to take the dog out. I'll make the O.K. He strode away without further parley and mounting the main stairway, continued on and upward till the stairs narrowed down to a very mean flight leading direct to the A Red Dawn Once there, he proceeded to make some interesting arrangements by using a queerly complicated appar- CASA LOMA tables t galler souvenirs. See "The Kt.il of veh," (the king and his painted by order of late E Joseph of Austria--has i'!l li figures. Open 10 a.m. till Adults, 25c--Children 15.-, Si 25 cents. Issue No. 27--'38 atus. A lever here or a lever there he pulled or depressed, and then peered aloft into the dark night sky through the glass frame above his head. A thin jet of vapour hissed upward into the darkness like the forceful escape of steam from a locomotive. Driven by a mighty compression of air it shot up for some considerable distance before the wind could break it into a pale and wavering cloud. Then, bringing a lens into focus, he snapped the jaws of a tiny arc into position and the turn of a knob produced a faint hissing. The fluttering cloud above blazed pink, red and finally crimson. From afar, in that wild night, the customers of the Blue Lion, in the village of Wintersea, glued their eyes to the window-panes of the snug tap-room. "Fair beats me," rumbled one "It's a sign, that's what it is," muttered another. "Whenever you see that little, old wicked cloud a-floating over them cliffs it's a sure sign o' death, that it is." Dawn broke wild, and jagged clouds scudded before the wind. A red dawn, and a wet dawn. Benson and McClintock sat sipping coffee before a brazing fire. McClintock wore the black, closely fitting costume which he donned to lead out the hound. (To Be Continued) In The Cool Of The Evening The day, the golden light, has And quietly the evening drifts Across the world. Now the Leading the first star heavenward, lifts Her slender lantern in the sky, And Shadow, like a dappled fawn, Steps delicately forth to try The pool of silver on the lawn. Oh, do not speak. This is the hour For crickets in the garden wall, For sleepy bird and folded flower. This is the dusky interval Serene and beautiful, as though God lifted up a gentle hand For silence, that His world might He walked at evening through the land. --SARA HENDKRSON HAY, in Good Housekeeping Hagazine. any fresh fruit into delicious jelly of <he right texture. Half an hour is all the time that is needed to make the fresh red fruit into jelly ready for bottling. The short boil method which we give you here, helps to preserve all the flavour which belong to fresh cherries. You've tasted canned cherries and realized that something was missing but that never happens with cherry jelly made this Any kind of cherries can be used in this recipe with the exception of wild and chokecherries. 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