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‘"No, it isn‘t so. You had a talk with him here in this hotel, the day before yesterday, the day before he was killed. I have the waiter‘s word for it; he served you with drinks. Furthermore, "What on earth are you talking about?" @Quayle sighed. "It‘s about Mr. Monte of course. You told me you didn‘t know him and had never met him." "That‘s so." "Yes," admitted Peter. "I imagine that=is what it is And what brings you here this morning, Inspector?" "To see you, Mr. Crosby," said Inâ€" spector Quayle. His affability had not decreased, but his eyes were watchful. uwhy?n "A little talk," said Quayle. "Just a littleâ€"talk." Then very quietly: "Why did you lie to me yesterday, Mr. Crosâ€" by ?" CHAPTER XI. UNCONVINCING â€" TRUTH "Ah!" said the Inspector with his pleasant smile which Peter was beâ€" ginning to dislike. "Good news fror. the Rand, Mr. Crosby? Should I be wrong in thinking that that envelope contains a nice cheque in return for your:. Golden Deep transaction? Ha, ha!t" MR. XOSA, A coloured man of Euroâ€" short of stature, but a giant: in detective skill.. SIR JOHN CARR: A South African| "That‘s nonsense," said Peter quickâ€" gold mining magnate: widower, rather|ly. "We didn‘t quarrel at all. Good pompous and purseâ€"proud, but sound ‘ Lord! Rather the reverse, I‘d say." at heart. "Then you admit you did know him, IXUCY CARR: His only child, a very jfafter all?" attractive girl in the early twenties. "No," said Peter. "I didn‘t know him IXCY CARR: His only child, a very attractive girl in the early twenties. TERENCE PARRY: A rich young acquaintance of the Carr‘s. A man of great charm and good looks., Characters in the Story PETER CROSBY: Young mining enâ€" gineéer taking a modest seaside holiday when ‘the story opens. FRANCIS GOULD: Sir John Cart‘s secretary. Silent, reserved: much o¢â€" cupiéd with his work and with mining statistics. 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You had a bit of an argument, and I understand t,hat Monte went 'out of here in a rage." 1y "That‘s nonsense," said Peter quickâ€" "We didn‘t quarrel at all. Good Quayle did not speak until he had drawn in to the side of the road, overâ€" looking a quiet stretch of golden sand. Further along the beach they could see a swarm of tiny bobbing heads in the surf. Sun umbrellas clustered togetâ€" her, looking from this distance like a multitude of gaily striped tents. Unâ€" der one of these Mr. Monte‘s dead body had rested@ yesterday, while his unâ€" seeing eyes gazed out to sea. "I want you to get this straight," said Quayle, in a soft, advising voice. "I‘m not accusing youâ€"no one is accusing youâ€"of having done away with the man. I‘m only suggesting that you knew him. Nothing especially ineriâ€" minating about that, I hope? Kitowâ€" ing him, you might be able to tell us a bit more about him. I can underâ€" stand your being rather shocked by hearing he had been murdered, and deciding to keep quiet about having known himâ€"especially since he seems to have been a queer sort of fish, and you have just made some rather nice, important friendsâ€"â€"" ‘"Keep them out of it!" filared Peter. "Sorry, I‘m sure," said Quayle: but he did not stop smiling. "Well!l Will you tell me what you know about our late friend, and let‘s have no unpleaâ€" santness?" Peter abruptly made up his mind. "Shall we take a turn in my car?" "Come in mine," invited Quayle. Peter followed the policeman.. At the kerb stood a large, shining green coupe with whiteâ€"walled tires. Peter opened his eyes, and Quayle smiled. "Step in, Mr. Crosby." Quayle drove, with quiet skill over a winding road past the Marathon Golf Club, green pleteau flanked by a whiteâ€"walled clubhouse with a Union flag floating from a| tall mast, and curved widely down between green hedges alive with crimson flowers to the sea again. "Come, now. Either you knew him or you didn‘t. If you admit having a talk with him, and driving him around in your car, then you must have known him. Quayle sighed again. He was all patience. He even took Peters arm in what appeared to be a friendly gesâ€" tureâ€"though his grip was rather tight. P. H. LAPORTE, C. C. A. A woman wearing an offâ€"theâ€"face hat| "Then I‘ll have t we bad ut bourhs aed tne on M how she liked it [rmy SHhiy SHepPeL "It‘s amoright pretty hat," the cook gave judgment. "But it suah do make yo‘ face public.‘"~â€"Exchange. @uayle took off his bowler hat and P.O. Box 1591 Arch.Gillies,B.A.Sc.,0.L.8. Registered Architect Ontario Land Surveyor Building Plans Estimate: 23 Fourth Ave. Pho J. J. Turner Sons, Ltd. We Manufacture and Carry in Stock 18 Balsam St. Nerth, Fimmins, @nt. Accounting Auditing Systems Installed Income Tax Returns Filed Phones 270â€"2238â€"286 P.0. Box 147 Ask Your Local Dealer for Prices or send your order direct to FLAGS PACK HAVERSACKS EIDE] SNOWSHOES DoG _ sLEIGHS S$1 TOBOGCGANS DOG H TARPAULINS HORSE TENTS BJ 0. E. Kristensen CHIROPRACTOR Xâ€"RAY NEUROCALOMETEER Bank of Commerce Building PHONE 607 PETERBOROUGH, ONT. 60 THIRD AVENUE Phone 640 Agents Everywhere A NEW VIEW A WNTINCGS SKIIS DOG HARNESS Estimates, Etc. Phone 362 Timmins, Ont. PACK RAQGS EIDERDOW N ROBES "Now, Mr. Crosby," he said softly. With his bald head and tonsure of . steely grey hair, his appearance sugâ€" gested a friar waiting on confession. ‘But his eyes were watchful. "I don‘t expect you to believe a word of it," said Peter bluntly. "That‘s why I tried to conceal it. But since that seems to have landed me in as much of a mess as the truth probably willâ€" here goes!" | He told Quayle the whole story. Of his first meeting with Monte; as much as he could remember of the man‘s strange rambling conversations; of his (startling proposal, and Peter‘s rejecâ€" 'tion of it; how Monte finally had laid a pile of crumpled banknotes on the table with a takeâ€"itâ€"orâ€"leaveâ€"it attiâ€" tude, and rushed outâ€"never to be seen by Peter again. . Of how he had tried to get in touch with him at the Orient by telephone, had failed, had decided to take Monte‘s advice and gamble in Gcolden Deep shares with the money Monte had given him; and of how \ Monte‘s amazing "tip" had amazingly ‘come off. How, finally, he had rushed round to the Orient to find Monte, only to discover that the man was out, and then to hear that he had been found murdered. Quayle shook his head. "Monte knew Golden Deeps.â€"were going to rise. But you might have extracted that inforâ€" ‘"‘However, there‘s one point in your favour. Monte certainly knew all about Golden Deeps. A letter arrived at his hotel this morning. It contained a cheque forâ€"well, I won‘t say, but it was a staggering sum; made your winâ€" nings look like chicken feed." mation from him, beforeâ€"erâ€"remoyvyâ€" ing him." "F suppose I burned his feet to make him tell, or something," said Peter, in disgust. "There were no marks on the body," said Quayle seriously. "But his pocâ€" kets had been picked. You say he gave you a thousand pounds?" Quayle held up a hand. "Now! I‘m not saying that I myself disbelieve it. I‘m thinking of it from the point of view ofâ€"well, let‘s say a prosecutor. The difficulty, you see, is that there is no independent testimony to check it by. Monte is dead, and the waiter didn‘t overhear your conversation. He merely got the ideaâ€"mistaken, you say â€"that you were arguing. "Then that proves I‘m t truth!" said Peter excitedly laid it revently in the back seat. His bald head shone in the strong sunâ€" light. "I don‘t expect you to believe‘ it," Peter repeated when he had finished. "This is the first time I‘ve told it, and it sounds ten times more fantastic than I thought it would! But I swear to you it‘s the truth. : And would I dare tell such a yarn if it weren‘t true?" Peter nodded. He had been carryâ€" ing the money on his person since Monte had given it to him. He now drew out the crumpled bunch of bankâ€" notes, and handed them in silence to the policeman. Quayle drew out a pencilled list, and compared the numbers of the notes. "We found this in his room at the hotel." he explained. "The wary old bird had a note of the numbers of the banknotes he carried in his wallet. This checks all right." He fitted a cigarette into his black holder, and lit it. He puffed in solemn silence. Peter had been thinking. "You say his pockets had been picked. Doesn‘t that suggest that the motive was robbery?" "And you‘ve got a thousand pounds that can be identified as his property," said Quayle with a smile. "That fact doesn‘t help you much,‘ does it? As a matter of fact, there was still a conâ€" siderable quantity of cash on his perâ€" son, What had been removed were all papers which might give us informaâ€" tion about him. And there was nothâ€" ing in his room to give us a clue." Peter threw out his hands in despair. "All right. What are you going to do?" ‘"Nothing," said Quayle surprisingly. "I haven‘t come to a decision yet. You can‘t leave town, you see." His tone was conversational. "And I don‘t think you‘ll! takeâ€"another way out. You don‘t look the type. "You know the legal procedure in south Africa? There‘s the inquest, first of all. That will be merely forâ€" mal: I‘ve seen to it. Then, if we do decide to proceed , with any charge, there will be a preparatory examinaâ€" tion. You probably won‘t be held: just instructed to stay in Marathon. At the conclusion of the preparatory, if the prosecutor thinks he‘s got sufficient evidence, you‘ll be formally charged and tried." "Oh, I dont see why not. I‘ve told you I haven‘t made up my mind about you. And in any case there‘s not much you can do. Unless, of course, there‘s anything further you can tell me?" ‘"You‘re very frank," said Peter bitâ€" terly. "I‘ve told you the lot," said Peter. ‘ "Then T‘ll have to take up the trail , of Mr. Monte again. At present you‘re | my cnly suspect. But a little research may deckse a dozen other likely , personsâ€"especially if you‘re telling the . truth. I should say Mr. Monte would have made quite a few enemies in his‘ COPFYRICHT proves I‘m telling the THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, T!MMINS, ONTARIO | way through life. He probably could ;bensmthleuaahem.mdlygen- erous. That type often are. Shall I drheyoub.cktotheOfi:nt? _ ‘"Thanks," said Peter briefly. l Omce again, they drove in silence. | Peter had to admit to himself that the *. was surprisingly fuir. He had laid, all his cards on the table. On the this was because he seemed convinced that Peter could not leaeape. And Peter guessed that if !melefimnymadeuphhmmd that !he was guilty, the policeman would work for his comviction and sentence for the murder of Monte with coldâ€" blooded efficieney and zeal. Peter gaped at him. "Act for me?" Mr. Xosa nodded briskly. ‘"I am a quite considerable detective. Recently I restored to Sir John Carr his walâ€" let and achieved incarceration of evil man Tickey Charlie, thus effecting reâ€" lease of my own brother, wrongly susâ€" pected. Cases are similar, are they not?" "On my out of the â€"hotel once more," said Mr. Xosa regretfully, "for I was speedily ejected, I saw you and the late Mr. Monte talking in your car. Therefore deduced that you knew him. Therefore regretted when you decided later to lie to the inspector in this regard. The inspector is a butâ€" cherâ€"bird; his vision is keen, and he strikes like the lightning. Suggest that you instruct me to act for you in this matter." Peter gaped at him. "Act for me?" Peter laughed. "You may be elever at finding lost wallets," he said, "but this is murder, I think you‘d better run along, before Mr. Orian spots you. I rather gather you and he are not exactly soul mates." "Mr. Orion a crook," said Xosa disâ€" passionately. "Ask Mr. Quayle. You will not accept my humble services, then? I am sorry. But you may change your mind. He who never deâ€" viates t@rom straight line falls over precipe. _ Refleetion brings wisdom. My brother works here. His name is Nwana Xosa. White people call him Chocolate. That is a jest," added Mr. Xosa solemnly. "Should you want me inquire from him. I will come with all speed." MR. XOSA INTERVENES® Within a few minutes of bidding gocdbye to Quayle, Peter found himâ€" self confronted in the hall of the Orient, by the little Bantu, Mr. Xosa. Mr. Xosa was dressed, as was his custom in a white linen suit. His black face, rose above a starched white collar, and his tie would have put a rainbow in the shade. His brown eyes beamed â€" goodâ€"naturedly behind the large spectacles on his fat nose when he saw Peter. His first words administered a shock. "You have told the truth now?" he inquired amiably. Peter frowned down on him. "What do you mean?" Mr. Xosa wriggled his plump body in an ecstacy of abasement. "A thousand pardons! Words are sharp nails, the wise man taps them softly. But I observed you driving with Inspector Quayle. He was lookâ€" ing pleased. Manifestly the sun shone for him, and the little birds sang. I deduced that you had told him the truth." "I think you deduce too much," said Peter grimly. "What do you know about all this?" "Too little," said Mr. Xosa mournfully, "and perhaps too much. You rememâ€" ber our first meeting?" Peter frowned. "I almost bumped into yuâ€"iâ€"*"* He bowed, settled his white hat on his kinky head, gripped his black stick firmly, and went out into the sunâ€" shine. Peter shrugged his shoulders and turned to the lift. He found Lucy and Terence Parry together on the sun terrace, consumâ€" ing cool drinks. Lucy looked worried. . Terry said: ‘"Been having a seance with the law?" "It seems to be no secret," said Peter a trifle bitterly. Lucy leaned forward and laid a hand on Peter‘s arm. She said softly: "Peter you‘re in trouble. Weâ€"Terry and Iâ€"â€"want to help." Terence Parry said: "Mind my butâ€" ting in, Lucy?" Then, turning to Peâ€" ter: "I‘m going to be frightfully blunt. You‘re rather fond of Lucy, aren‘t you?" Peter found himself going red. "I don‘t seeâ€"â€"," he began swiftly. "Oh, for the love of Mike!" Terence Parry‘s handsome face was animated. "Let‘s stop beating around the mulâ€" berry bush. You‘re fond of the girl. Any goof could see that. And she‘s fond of youâ€"shut up, Lucy! You agreed to let me speak my little piece! And I‘m fond of herâ€"in my own quaint way. "And I rather like you," Terry conâ€" tinued.. "Lucy likes you. Sir John likes you. That makes it unanimous. "Well, we suspect that something‘s up. You suddenly come into a forâ€" tune. A man is killed. And you are taken for a ride by the policeman in charge of the case. Not to speak of the guilty, hangâ€"dog look you‘ve been wearing since this fortune of yours turned up. The fact is, Peter, you‘re no actor . . . "So what about sharing your trouâ€" bles with us? Item, we don‘t believe you are the sort of merchant to get mixed up in any dirty work. Item, three heads are better than one. So, what about it?" what about it?" "Yes, my lad, what about it?" Sir John Carr stood surveying them with a grim smile. The smile relaxed into a grin as they stared at him. His sudâ€" den appearance had dissoncerted them all. "I‘m not surprised at you being shocked by Terry‘s forthrightness," he told Peter. "Stronger men than you have been overcome. But for once his method of approach is quite right. This is no time for beating about the bush. Suppose you make yourself{ comfortâ€" able. and tell up the whole story?" Peter did so. No one could have resisted that invitation, or not grateâ€" fully responded to the warm sympathy of the three of them. Peter reflected ruefally that he had disliked Terry, and gone in awe of Sir John. But that was before he got to know them. "All right," he said briefly. "Here Once again he went over the famiâ€" liar ground, much as he had gone over it with Qauyle a few minutes before. That eamiier recital made the telling all the easier. He talked fluently, and they listened wideâ€"eyed. He told them, as he had told Quayle: "I don‘t expect you to believe it. I admit it‘s the most fantasâ€"â€"â€"" "I believe every word of it," Sir John interrupted him. "Your Inspector Quayle may pride himself on distinâ€" guishing lies from the truth. But he hasn‘t made a large fortune out of the knack. I bave.‘. I‘m accustomed ‘to backing my judgment. I‘m backing it now. I‘m with you. Terry, what about you? And you, Luey?" Terry nodded. "Rings true to me, all right." "Of course I believe you, Peter," said Lucy indignantly. "What made you think I wouldn‘t?" "The two vital questions are: Why Monte gave a valuable tip like that, and the money to back it, to a perfect stranger? And, how did he know about Golden Deeps himself?" "Stuff! What‘s there to be grateful about?" said Sir Johm loudly. ‘"You are telling the truth, aren‘t you?" ‘The mining magnate was pacing the terrace. He spoke his thoughts aloud. Sir John smiled grimly. "It may inâ€" terest you to know, young man, that for a wild moment I toyed with the thought that you had got that inforâ€" mation about Golden Deeps by breakâ€" ing into the portfolio you carried for me yesterday! You see, your story about just getting a hunch about Golâ€" den Deeps rang a great deal falser to me than the story you‘ve just told. I knew about Golden Deeps but I‘m pretty certain no one else did. Anyâ€" way, the portfolio hadn‘t been touched. So Monte didn‘t get his information that way. .. . . When he looked up again there was a light of disbelief in his eyes. "You‘ve thought of something?" said Sir John eagerly.. Peter‘s head was spinning. A senâ€" tence from Monte‘s rambling discourse had recurred to himâ€"a sentence that semnt an unpleasant quiver down his spine. Fortunately he was saved. the neâ€" cessity of answering. A black man in tme white tunic and red sash, which was the livery of the hotel, had come on to the terrace. His eyes quested and then lighted on Peter. He hurried forward. Something about the mild brown eyes was familiar. Peter nodded. "I has a message for you frawm my brother, sir," said the man. ‘"My broâ€" ther, Mr. Xosa. Here it is, sir." He produced a folded note from. the pocket of his tunic, and Peter took it. The man retreated. Peter unfolded the note. Mr. . Xosa‘s handwriting was large, careful and spidery. In green ink he had written: "Thank you ter earnestly. reallyâ€"â€"â€"*" "We‘re so confoundedly handicapped by not knowing anything about the the man!" he went on irritably. "Can‘t you remember anything he said to you that might throw some light on his motives?" "I beg your pardon, sir," he said, in a deep pleasant voice. "Mr. Crawsâ€" by!n "I can tell you the name of an acâ€" quaintance of Mr. Monte. Would you please meet me outside the hotel in halfâ€"anâ€"houwr?" Peter put thought. T0¢K Kingston Whigzâ€"Standard:â€"Anyone thinking of itaking a fiyer in finance might take along a War Savings Ceorâ€" tificate or two as a parachute. Mocce Jaw, Sask.â€"(CP)â€"Rats have become such a problem here that an unidentified tramp who had gone to sleep in a barn at ‘the fair grounds awoke to find one of them chewing at his ear. r Sudbury Star:â€"Then there was the deaf and dumb man who had a nightâ€" mare and broke all his knuckles on the bedpost, screaming. (To be Continued) his head in his hands, and all of you," said You hardly know Ppâ€" me © q a on im io n t h t c ht c sn i e o oK m e N t B D Te ts P ce ce ts it it ols ol o it o se se 3 "Rcoy MHamilton, of Timmins, the popular boxing lad of the North and the holder of the title of featherweight boxing champion of Ontario," said The Advance ten years ago, "Now has the chance to add Dominion championship to his laurels won in the ring. A lettor received from the Manitcba Free Press this week gives the pleasing infomaâ€" tion that arrangements have been made to give Roy a chance to contest for the Dominion championship with Arny Johnston, the winner of the battle to be reecgnized as the Dominicn champâ€" The meeting is being arrang*ed and financed by the Manitcba Free Fress and has received the approval of the A. A. U. of C., which, of course, gives it official standing. By permission of the A. A. U. of C., the bout will be he‘d at Winnipes in about a month‘s time." The speaker for the day at the Timâ€" mins Kiwanis club luncheon ten years ago was Dr. J. A. Pitchard, who was in charge of the State Hospital at Buffalo, N. YÂ¥. and who spoke on "Mental Hyâ€" geine‘". He not only made his subject interesting, but helpful and informative and the addres; was much appreciated by all present. The speaker for the day was introduced ky Kiwanian V. Woodâ€" bury in a few wellâ€"chosen words. Dr. S. L. Honey expressed the sincere thanks of the members of the club for the addres;s when Dr. Prichard had conâ€" cluded. Dr. Pitchard dealt with various phases of mental trouble and the plans used to prevent and to cure. LA CC CS *A * CA 4 8 4 4 4 4 4 Ten years ago four trucks of the Ontar:io Game and Fisheriesâ€"Departâ€" ment arrived here with cans of fingerâ€" lings for distribution in the waters of the district. The fingerlings were the finest received here up to that time, and they arived in excellent condition. This was the firs; time the fingerlings had been brought here by motor truck, previous shipments being made by exâ€" press. J. D. Brady had a busy time speing that ‘the fingerlings were distriâ€" buted at once to the various waters decided upon, as the trucks arrived earlier than expected and volunteers were difficult to secure on short notice to take them out and see to their distribution. slilt of a bullet wound received in the head while he was standing with a can on his head as a target for another lad to shooct at, after the other lad had stood with a can on his head for the deceased to aim at. The evidence of a number of witnesses was heard, the story of the aftident being practically the same as outlined in The Advance the previcus week. After hearing the evidence in the case, the foreman of the jury, A. Laprairie, announced the verdiect reached by them after considâ€" eration of the evidence given. The jury‘s verdict was to the effect that the deceased accidenfally cameto his death by a bullet from a 23â€"calibre rifle inthe hands of his friend. Ten years ago fire at McChesney‘s destroyed the mill and contents, with heavy loss to the firm, part of the loss being covered by insurance. The origin of the fire was not known. _‘The mill was closed for the season but fi'nere was a watchman on the property. Beâ€" fore the ‘fire was discovered, it had such a headway that nothing could be Ten vears ago Coroner H. E. Montâ€" gomery and the jury conducted an enâ€" quiry into the death of the young man who died on Sipt. 2th, 1981, as the reâ€" ‘ * " » \ k ‘- » a ‘ » » " ,‘ ,' a # a » a p » A ‘ ‘ C / w p a /# s sns § m mm i6 W N mm N Y smm §M W 4 Ne mm 1 N4 m cce W umc UR mss Y e % B § es o o P o C P P NP JP ty n tE s in Pn ie in t o o o o e e ty id o aBpafe it it We also sell Automobile, Plate Glass, Accident, Sickness and Life Insurance. Enquire about our low rates for Fire Insurance on that new house or improvements. FIRE INSURANCE Phone 104 TEN YEARS AGO IN TIMMINS ULLIVAN NEWTON From data in the Porcupine Advance Fyles National Housing Act Loans (Est 1914) Timmins, Ontario done except to save the lumber pile nearby. . to the boys, said, "That‘s my money! thanks!" grabbed the money. from ‘he boy‘s hands, and whs gone again before the lads recovered their breathes, I% all happened in the twinkling of an eyo. L¢ctal items in The Advance ten years ago included: "Mr. and Mrs. W. Nicolâ€" son returned last week from a holiday visit to the south. His hosts of friends in the town and district will be delightâ€" ed to see Mr. Nicolson so much improvâ€" ed in health on his return. He was in poor health at the time of leaving hers, but the holiday has restored him to health and strength." ‘Mr. A. E. Cain returned this week to Haileyhury attior a business visit to Timmins." "Ronald MacFayden had his hand injured whils at work somedays ago, but all will homne that he kill be able to return to Ten years ago Jim Ogilvic, aged 13 years, found a roll of bills in the post office lobby. He and a couple of other lads were thinking akbout counting it and at the same time asking the usople then in<the poest effice if any of thein had darc?zped it. The boys were thinking about taking it to the police station => that he owner might recover it. Boys think fast generally and they thought fast enough in this caso, and were ready to act quickly enough, bu: circumstances proved more speady than the lads. Before the lads had timse {o count the money or do anything els;~ a man rushed into the post office, apparâ€" ently took a glance around, rushed Cver GOING Thursday, Oct. 23, ‘41 PEMBROKE, RENFREW, ARNPRIOR QOUEBEC CITY And Return For information as to rates, train serâ€" vices, limits. etc., apply to T. N. 0) and N. C,. R, Agenis. "Dr. and Mrs. J. A. Pritchard, of Bufâ€" falo, N. Y., were guests this week at the home of Dr. Pritchard‘s brother, W. H. Pritchard. Dr and Mrs. Pritchard reâ€" cently went from Buffalo to California and then to Timmins for a visit here before completing the round trip to Buffalo." at work somedays ago, but all will hope that he kill be able to return to his duties scoon." ‘"Mr. and Mrs E. Wallingford and son, FPranklin, are visâ€" itors in Timmins this week,. having motored up from Ottawa on Tuesday." OCTOBER STH, 1941 CANADIAN PACIFIC BARGAIN FARES Canadian Pacific OoTTAW A MONTRE A L .:o o\c‘o a “.l 21 Pine St. N. e e ate abe «ho se ate cfi B is b..\ O.\.:'O.% Q:‘ ..*1