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iThe Wade KIDNAP Case Mosson and Broome discover that a uniformed chauffeur brings the notes from Sir Timothy, and after a dangerâ€" ous car chase their quarry stops in a Guildford street, alights and walks away. "No parking here, sir,"‘ the officer said politely. He glanced at the card produced by the Scotland Yard man and his expression changed. "I supâ€" pose this does make a difference, sir," he added. "Still, regulations are reguâ€" lations, as I just told the man who drew up just in front of you. Are you calling on business? If so, there‘s a parking place at . They strode across the intervening space and crowded into the tiny shop. At the counter the suspect was calmly opening a freshly purchased packet of cigarettes. He moved aside with studied deference as if regarding the "THE CHIEF," alias "MR. BROWN": Was a high Army officer in the war, but after reverses and disappointments, turns his organizing talents to crime. Ruthless, but not cruel. With him are three other dis:zruntled Army men, each a specialist in his particular way. Synmopsis of Previous Chapters MAJOR MQOSSON, employed in the legal department at New Scotland Yard, ‘but also a successful "semiâ€" amateur" detective, is told by the Asâ€" sistant Commissioner, CAPTAIN CAYâ€" THERS, to go down to Fairclough, the home of $IR TIMOTHY WADE, a selfâ€" made millionaire, in the village of Epworth. in Surrey. Broome receives three notes from Sit Timothy, one of ‘which tells Broome to cash a cheque for £25,000 and hold the money in readiness for further instrucâ€" tions. The safe in which the money is stored is burgled, but the thief is disâ€" turbed by Sir Timothy‘s butler. "Don‘t ask me. ourselves and join the bobby is going us as well." "One‘ moment, constable! About that other driver; what does he want?" "Nothing at the station, sir. Told me he was. just slipping into the tobacâ€" conist nearby and wouldn‘t be long." Mosson moved quickly. "Come on," he snapped. "You, too, officer, â€" We may need you. CAPTAIN CAYTHERS: Scotland Yard Assistant Commissioner. Quiet, incisive, and efficient, but with a sense of humour, and known on occasions to employ unorthodox methods. Priendly with Mosson, and knowing just how much rope to allow his colleague. Sir Timothy has disappeared and is believed by his secretary, BELLAIR BROCMIE, to have been kidnapped. Broome is engaged to the millionaire‘s niese, FELICITE DELBOS. _(Now Read On) * CHAPTER IV THE ENEMY‘S WEAPON®S An exclamation broke from Major Mosson‘s lips. Facinz them was the facade of the Police Station. A uniâ€" formed constable was coming down the steps at that moment. He stopped and said something to the chauffeur, who nodded and looked back at his car. "What the deuce is the game? Broome wanted to know. MAJTCR MCSSON: Employed in the Legal Department of New Scotland Yard. A pleasant man without manâ€" nerisms. Is called upon by the CID. because his experience is valuable, and, in its early stages, the case requires very tactful handling. WADE KIDNAP CASEâ€" PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS SIR TTMMOTHY WADE: dubbed "Tim the Teaman" by the irreverent. Selfâ€"made millionaire, with hobby of growing <(orchids. Nearing sixty years of age, but wiry. He is the victim of a kidnapping plot which later involves his niece. BELLAIR BROOME: Private secreâ€" tary *to Sir Timothy. Also tall, but dark. Precise in his habits until arousâ€" ed, when he becomes a man of action. He is in love with Felicite, who returns his affection. FELICIT® DELBOS: Tall, slim and blonde;â€" unexpectedly English in apâ€" pearangs ;:and outlook, despite her French ‘rame. Sir Timothy‘s sister married a Frenchman, but the daughâ€" ter was orphaned at an early age and has been brought up by her uncle, MONDAY, DECEMBER 4TH, 1939 Bargain coach excursion tickets will be valid on Trains 46, THURSDAY, DECEMBER ITth. Passengers will arrange their own transfer to North Bay C P Depot and take Train C P No. 8, leaving at 1:00 a.m. FRIDAY, DECEMBER 8th Tickets are valid to returp, leaving destination point not later that C. P. Train No. 7, from MONTREAL 7.50 pm., sUNDAY, DECEMBER 10th, to connect at North Bay with our Train No. 47, MONDAY, DEC. l1th. Tickets will not be honoured on Frains 49 and 50 "The Northland." Tickets good in ecoaches only. No Baggage Checked Children 5 yvears of age, and under 12%, when accompanied by guardian. HALE FARE T. N. 0. and N. C. R. Regular Stations TO Pembroke, Renfrew, Arnprior, Ottawa, Ontario. Montreal, Quebec and Ste. Anne de Beaupre, Que. BARGAIN COACH EXCURSION Temiskaming and Northern Ontario Railway The Nipissing Central Raiulway Company For Further Particulars Apply Local Agent We‘d better get out in the fun. Anyway, to have a word with From "It strikes me that you are doing most of the auestioning. But if you really expect an answer, I would say that you gave away the information yourself. Rather uneasy about previous encounters. Now what do you say to coming quietly?" Although somewhat on the sickly side, the man grinned. "I‘ve no objecâ€" tion," he said, "seeing as how I led you right up to the front door. Shows I haven‘t got anything to worry about." Mosson evyed him keenly. "So," he murmured, and there was something ominous in the way he dropped his voice, "this won‘t be the first occasion you‘ve had a heartâ€"toâ€"heart talk with the police?" "You‘d be very unwise to resist," the Major retorted. "And i#f we haveâ€"erâ€" nothing on you, why be concerned at the outcome of a little questioning." "Huh! Nagging at a bloke for hours on end comes to the same thing in the long run." Somehow his veneer seemâ€" ed to be cracking. Quite docile, the chauffeur fell in between Mosson and the constable. They were not anticipating any trouble, and a sudden break for freedom took them off their guard. It all happened in a few seconds. A vicious kick to the right and the left, followed by a blow that nearly knocked the policeâ€" man out. The Major cursed with pain, imazining for the moment, that his ankle had been broken. BROOME IS DISSATISFIED Broome, a few paces behind, rushed to intercept the runaway, and actually got on the running board of the car as the selfâ€"starter whirred, only to stagger back from a handingâ€"off punch that sent him crashing against a lampâ€" post. ‘"Letter, sir? Of course I remeber it very well, owing to the unusual cirâ€" cumstances." "Go on!" ‘"Somebody came out of the post office as T was passing, and stopped me to ask if I would take it along as the postman had missed it." "On, yes?" "The postmistress would be able to bear me out if there is anything to question." "There is. Plenty. In the first place who is your employer when you don‘t happen to be drivinzg idly round the countryside acting as deputy postâ€" man?" "Are you making a charge, sir?" broke in the constable, anxious to put the proceedings on a proper footing. "I know all about that. I tell you I don‘t like it. "My dear fellow, there‘s no need to be afraid. We don‘t induige in the ‘third degree‘ in this country, if that is what you are sugzesting." Quickly as all this had been accomâ€" plished, they were too late to pick up the chase. In the maze of town streets it was hopeless once the car was out of sight round the corner,. "I‘m afraid some mistake has been made. Th policeman told me it would be quite all right provided T didn‘t stop longer than necessary to . . ." The man‘s expression altered. This was an unanticipated method of apâ€" proach. Up to this point he had been prepared to brazen things out, trusting to luck to get him out of a tight cornâ€" er. Delay while inquiries were being made at Epworth would have aided him. ‘"My employer is Mr. â€"â€" Anyway what has it got to do with you." newcomers as potential customers. "You‘ve led us a dance!" the Major snapped. ‘*No use, my man. You‘re well aware I want to know something about that letter you brought to Epworth, earlier this afternoon." "Maybe I am. ‘Can we get this man into the station door without any fuss?" The chauffeur scowled. "Suppose I refuse to go? You‘ve got nothing on Sizing up the situation, Smith, who had been sitting patiently in the limousine, started the engine, and helped Mosson and Broome scramble to their seats, leaving the partially stunâ€" ned constable still struggling to his feet. "Sir? T suppose you are addressing me?" "Yes T am, and don‘t pretend to be surprised. "Maybe they were. Only you must understand that it is a social duty to check the criminals, and look after your interests as well." Wade‘s young secretary felt it was no concern of his whether the kidnappers profited by their illegal activities. He had first approached Scotland Yard in an undecided frame of mind, believing he was acting for the best. After the long delay and series of startling inciâ€" dents he was beginning to change his mind. Mosson‘s main Oobject seemed to be roundinz up of the gang, irrespective of how that jeopardized the welfare of the original victim, whose very life was conceivably being endangered. "Yes, and the kidnappers were equally openâ€"eyed." "I‘m not forgetting it, but I wish I hadn‘t invited official interference. If I‘d let things take a normal course, Sir Timothy would be home by now, poorer by £25,000 which wouldn‘t hurt him in the slightest." Broome was concerned at the way things were handled. His own inclinaâ€" tion was to dispose of the money exâ€" actly as directed. ~ "You could tell them a mile off. There was an ice cream seller five yards from where I parked making a hopeless mess of business, a newspaper vendor who‘d forgotten to take the crease out of his trousers, and two idlers who were so much like plain clothes policemen they should be on the stage." Mosson laughed. "Sounds bad, as you put it. But I don‘t suppose they were as ostentatious as all that. YCu knew who they were, so the disguises seemed thin." "Uncle is worse off than anybody," she said. "We don‘t know how he is being treated. Can‘t we do something moreâ€"more drastic?" "The police hope 4/ "There you go, first blaming them for muddling and then backing them up." young man in Birmingham. "The only good thing is that my ankle isn‘t smashed," Mosson grunted rueâ€" fully. But it was bad enough to keep him hobbling for three or four days. Not that there was occasion to inâ€" dulge in any strenuous activity. They merely stood by in readiness. Broome had taken the notes to Reigate station on the Sunday, but no messenger had appeared. "No, I‘m not. Yet I suppose we ought to coâ€"operate." "Well, I don‘t. Before long there‘s sure to be another letter, and this time they won‘t send it in the same way as the others, so your friend Major Mosâ€" son can‘t try and catch the messenger." Bellair Broome regarded her admirâ€" ingly. "Exactly what the Major said, almost in his words." The best thing to do was to get back to headquarters immediately, and raise a hue and cry. Within a few minutes action had been taken to stretch a police cordon around the immediate neighbourhood. A full description of the wanted vehicle, with registration number and other identifiable details, was issued. Patrols were being warnâ€" ed, and the alarm given to all the police boxes. Meanwhile, the motorized secâ€" tion were sent to cover the main lines of communication. "The Gdriver changed into a sports coat and cap," reported the attendant. "Said he‘d be back later." After that they could take calmly the discovery that the number plates were false, being properly applicable to a motorâ€"cycle owned by a blameless Taking his troubles to Pelicite he found her to his way of thinking. Mosson, pessimistic in reaction after a series of thrills, made no reply. He was the least surprised of all when the missing car was discovered, less than an hour later, in a quiet garage in a back street. Inside it was a peaked cap, a doubleâ€"breasted uniform jacket and a pair of black leggings. ‘Never expected he would after what happened," the Scotland Yard man remarked. "Given them something to think about!" » "That wasn‘t the only thing. The place was infested with detectives." "Such as?" "That they rendezvous near enough to Fairclough to be handy, for one thing. So why continue to make it appear as if the letters were posted from the other end of the country?" "Not a chance of his getting clear satisfied inspector pronounced. "You don‘t want to be a Sherlock Holmes to work that out," she replied. "By this time they must have a good idea of the conclusions we‘ve arrived at." She did glow a little at this praise, feeling it to be deserved. "So T should think they‘ll pop the next communicaâ€" tion into a convenient letter box just {far ecnough away from their haunt to be safe. Which means it will come among the other mails." "How does that help?" She leaned towards him and whis- pered conspiratorially: "What I thought was that Major Mosson wouldn‘t know anything about it and you need not tell him. Do what they want and if it leads to getting uncle back safely I shall be satisfied. ‘Afteyrwards the police can do what they like." ‘ _ (To Be Continued) Globe and Mail: An Ontario farmer who said Hitler was a genius has been sent to jail for eight months. With all the other names to call Hitler, it is amazing that he should have hit on that one. That really is detective work, Feliâ€" THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TIMMINS, QNTAIUO Patrick O‘Leary, son of Mr. and Mrs, John O‘Leary, Second Avenue, had the misfortune to fall on Thursâ€" day evening in the Public School playâ€" ground and break his right arm. Patâ€" rick was taken to St. Mary‘s hospital where the bone was set and the arm put in a cast. Patrick spent the night in the hospital but was allowed home the next day. Schumacher, Dec. 2.â€"(Special to The Advance)â€"It is with regret the death is recorded of Mr. Henry Phelps, Cedar street. _ Mr. Phelps passed away on Tuesday afternoon, Nov. 28th, after a lingering illness. Mr. and Mrs. Phelps took up residence here four years ago and were held in high esteem by their many friends. The funeral was held on Friday afternoon. The service was held in Trinity United Church, the Rev. F. J. Baine, assisted by the Rev. Graydon Cox, of Matheson, conducting the service. The funeral which was a very large one, was held with Masonic honours. A large number of his fellow workers of the Coniaurum Mine atâ€" tended. Burial was in Timmins cemeâ€" tery. The pallbearers were Brethren of sSilver Lodge A. F. A. M. Cobalt. The late Bro. Phelps was Master of that lodge 11 years ago. The pallâ€" bearers were:â€"W. Blakeman, F‘. Read, H. Rodgers, C. Tittensor, C. R. SelTar and W. Ross. There were floral offerâ€" ings from the following:â€"Loving Wife and family; Vernon and Olive Phelps; Fred, Nell and Mary Phelps; Robert Phelps and family; Mary and Eric Sims; Kay, Graydon, Jack and Ida; Sister Helen Whorley, Haileybury; Mary Warnock; Mr. and Mrs. R. L. Dye; Angus and Helen Campbell; Mr. and Mrs. R. S. Taylor; Will and Minâ€" nie Severt; The Read Family; Mrs. Hadley; Blanche James; Mr. and Mrs. W. Blakeman, South Porcupine; Mr. and Mrs. Sellar and family; Mr. and Mrs. C. Tittensor; Mr. and Mrs. G. S. McDonald; Mr. and Mrs. Roy Dunbar; Mr. and Mrs. Goodinan, his sisters, and Joyce; Mr. and Mrs. D. A. Crichton‘ Mr. and Mrs. Jack Fisher and Alta; Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Doige; Mr. and Mrs. Glyn Thomas and Joan; Mr. and Mrs. Fielder and family; Mr. and Mrs. Nick Cimetta; Shuniah Chapter Order of Eastern Star, Cobalt; Officers and Members Silver Lodgze 486 A. FP. A. M., Cobalt; Shift Bosses, Captains and Suverintendent of Coniaurum Mines; Coniaurum Surface Shop; Surface Emâ€" nloyees of Coniaurum Mines; Underâ€" gsround Employees of Coniaurum Mines; Trinity United Church; Women‘s Misâ€" ~ionary Society of Trinity United Church. Letters of sympathy:â€"Jessie and Geoffrey Dixon, Cobalt; Mrs. Matheâ€" son and Kay:; Marguerite Campbell, New Liskeard; . Mr. and Mrs. Higganâ€" bottom; Lois Zanchin; Arbutus Chapâ€" ter, No. 123, OE.S., Timmins. The war service unit of Trinity Unitâ€" ed Church will meet on Thursday afternoon from 2 till 5 p.m. in the Red Cross Room at the McIntyre Arena. All ladies of the congregation are urgently requested to attend and help carry on the work whlch is so urgently needed. The Young People‘s Society of Trinity United Church will hold its meeting tonight (Monday), Dec. 4th in the church hall at 8 o‘clock. All young people are invited to come and enjoy a nice social evening. Bornâ€"Nov. 27th, in ‘the Porcupine General Hospital, to Mr. and Mrs W. K. Wylie, Second Avenueâ€"a» son. The Rev. Gmaydon Cox, of Matheâ€" son, was in town attending the funeral of his friend, Mr. Henry Phelps, Cedar Street. Mr. and Mrs. Ridley and daughter, Carol left by car Saturday morning for their home in Matachewan. Mrs. Sims, of New Liskeard, is visitâ€" ing at the home of her aunt, Mrs. H. Phelps, Cedar Street, Bornâ€"Nov. 30th, in St. Mary‘s hosâ€" pital, to Mr. and Mrs. Vince Babcock, Third Ave.â€"a daughter. Miss Bette MacMillan, Lakeside Drive has been on the sick list during the past week. Mr. Fred Phelps, of Quebec, was in town attending the funeral of his broâ€" ther, Mr. Henry Phelps. Funeral on Friday of Mr. Henry Phelps of Schumacher Cobalt Council Passes Approval of Boxing Day Cobalt town council has approved the idea of an extra holiday at Christmas with the stores closei and other obâ€" servance. This wouid mean a genuine "long weekâ€"end,"â€"from Saturday nisght to Wednesday morning this year. Polish Crack German Heads in New Club Game Other News of Schumacher and District. In a certain section of Ontario where there are many Polish and many Gerâ€" man residents, the new game of "Are You" has been developed. Armed with clubs which they hold behind their backs, the Poles visit the village bevâ€" erage room ‘and approaching tables where the Germans@are drinking their beer, they ask: "Are you for Hitler or are you for the rest of the world?" The German who says "Hitler" gets a nasty crack on the head, but the Gerâ€" man who is for the rest of the world gets an O.K. Fights follow the clouting naturaly, but the oddest phase of the whole thing is that these Germans and Poles, have interâ€"married and the brawls take on the note of family squabbles." The Powassan News last week had the following editorial note:â€" Toronto Telegram:â€"We wonder who reminds an old bachelor that he needs a hair cut? broke away from the main mass and started moving around. They were called glaciers and they picked up loose rocks and boulders and as the great mass moved it made these scratches in the rocks." "Gosh," said the oldtimer. The visitor finally departed. More time passed. The watchman‘s pay had been reduced to a minimum, but the fishing and hunting had improved and the odd trip to the railway for such luxuries as flour, salt, bacon and so on was for a long time his only contact with other humans. ‘One day his dimâ€" ming eyes spied another visitor, not so well dressed as his visiting geologist of some time back, but his clothes and the little equipment he carried tagged him as a prospector. True, the equipâ€" ment was new, and the prospector no doubt a greenhorn; still he was comâ€" pany that should not be allowed to pass. "It‘s a lang story. Seven million years ago this whole country was covâ€" ered with a thick layer of ice. It had been that way for a long time, millions of years. Times changed and the country got warmer. Big chunks of ice Some years passed and a visitor came along the old road pushing aside the new brush growth as he came. He was welcomed by the old watchman who told of lost oapportunity when the mine was allowed to close down. The visitor admitted to being a geologist, out for the government, mapping the country. The watchman stuck pretty close to his visitor as the old dump was pawed over, exposures of rocks on high ridges or in half filled trenches examined with great care and the odd specimen put aside for more detailed inspection in the laboratory when the field job was done. Coming to a smsoth part on an outâ€" crop the geologist said to the watchâ€" man, "Do you see those straight grooves in the rock?" "Sure." ‘"Do you know what they are?" ‘"‘Nope." ‘"‘Well, they‘re glacial striation." "What‘s them?" The newcomer was told of the chances to make a mine right at hand. Here was a place ready made for the prosâ€" pector‘s labours. Perhaps the watchâ€" man widened and lengthened the veins a bit, perhaps he put a little more gold in them than the assayer would vouch for, but he had a visitor and didn‘t proâ€" pose to lose him too quickly. It wasn‘t such a bad job being watchâ€" man, the cld timer figured out. The monthly pay check did not always arâ€" rive, but a goodly lot of foodstuffs were in the storehouse. It would cost more to take them out than they were worth so the watchman naturally fell heir to them. As the din of mining activity died partridge came into the clearing, so did the odd moose and there were fish in the nearby lake. It wasn‘t a bad life, nor particularly lonesome for an old chap who had spent many of his days alone in the bush. Time went on. The occasional visit of a company official to see that the watchman kept the plant greased lest rust ruin it, that he patched the roofs and generally kept the camp in a moderate state of repair, became less frequent and finally stopped altogether. The old watchman took his visitor to points of interest. When he found he was able to kill time by visiting the same spot several times the newcomer was branded definitely as a greenhorn, one who would be willing to listen to superior opinion. Rocks were classified for the prospector‘s benefit, perhaps not quite in the same way as they had been classified by the geologist, but neverâ€" theless interestingly. Telling the Exact Age of the Rocks in Any Old Mine This is from that old friend of the true and the humorous, "Grab Samâ€" ples" in Northern Miner:â€" The Watchman It had been a courageaus effort, but finally the company had run out of money when all but a few lost faith in the prospects of the claims becoming a mine, so work had stopped and a watchman had been put in charge. The watchman had got the job as a matter of right. During the boom days he had been part of the scenery, graâ€" duated from the distinction of being one of the original stakers to a sort of manâ€"Oofâ€"allâ€"jobs who helped maintain the interest of visiting shareholders and prospective clients by his talks of mining and of the allâ€"important claims of his employing company in particular. Finally they came to the outcrop where glaciation was what might be called classic. ‘"Know what them marks is?" the prospector was asked. "No." Thus encouraged, the watchman exâ€" plained. "Them‘s glacier‘s striation." "You don‘t say." It‘s All Done Through "Glaâ€" cial Striation." "Sure they are. Why a long time ago there was what those geologist fellows called the ice age when everything was covered with ice. After a while it got warm and big blocks of ice started rambling around the coun‘ry. In the soft spots they picked up muck and builders and when they hit a hard spot those boulders just ngturally carved a way through. Thems some Oof the marks they made. *How long ago was that?" asked the greenhorn. "Just 7000,004 years ago." "Why the four years?" *"Well, a geplogist who knows told me four years ago it was 7,000,000 years ago, and she adds up right, don‘t she?" Barrie Examiner: After stopping Mrs. Swanson on a dark street in Omaha, Neb., a man growled: "Lady, gimme your purse, I‘m hungry.‘"‘ Without a word, she handed him her purse. He took it, extracted a quarter, politely handed it back, and strolled away. That‘s one honest thief, anyway. When an infection gets into the body at any point the white corpuscles of the blood (the disease fighters) immediately go to the place where the infection has started and put a hard white wall of Boils and Carbuncles You may wonder what the difference w between a boil and a carbuncle. Your general impression is that a carâ€" buncle is much larger than a boil and may perhaps be "different" because it has a number of "heads" and cores, and the boil has only one. 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Thus when you examine a boil you see a dark red centre, then a lighter read, arnd on the outside of the rinz or circle is hard white tissue. Naturally if the infection has a wall around it, and cannot get into the genâ€" eral circulation of the body, it comes up to the surface of the skin, the way the infection came down; that is by way of the hair itsel{. If the upperâ€" tissues are too tight the infection (pus) goes along under the skin until it strikes "easier‘‘ places to come to the surfaceâ€"other hair rootsâ€"and forms a number of yellow spots or headsâ€"a carbuncle. Scourge Dr. Barton‘s latest booklet, "Scourge" with reliable information regarding the two most dread social diseases, gonâ€" orrhoea and syphilis, is now available. Know the facts, protect yourself, and save endless worry. Address your reâ€" quest to The Bell Library, in care of The Advance, Timmins, 247 West 43rd St., New York City, enclosing Ten Cents. Please request the booklet by name and be sure to give your name and full address. As the centre breaks down forming pus, a yellow spot or "head" appears and the boil is then treated by heat (poultices) till it bLreaks, or may be opened by a wooden toothpick which has been dipped in carbolic acid. A boil or carbuncle improperly treatâ€" ed can cause a general poisoning of the blood stream by breaking down this "protecting" wall. (Registered in accordance with the Copyright Act). Toronto Telegram: About the worst of all stray dogs is the war dog.