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MR. . pean ec glant i1 . EVIDENCE FRKOM MK, GOULD The inquest on Mr. Monte was heid in the Marathon courtâ€"house, a grey barracks of a building, with echoing corridors and the peculiar varnishâ€" andâ€"parquet smell of a big school. The proceedings were semiâ€"private and wholly formal. The magistrate acted as CCrone Press Wer had a th Ifispector his power: When F spector ha "Ah, M the case i called, yo! place ov benches."?‘ TERT acquair great C Peter star asked questi Quayle sh« I‘ve consult I‘ve told hi We‘ve decid sary to call SBIR JOHN gold mining an( at heart. MIE S KX gineer when cupied w statistics Peter sat do think of only that was that him as a suspe good to be tru Or was Qual to trap» him? "Good mornit as he arrived the grim Gou! head in massiv to see that yol left the Crien my boy, but yC wrong tree. Li when this busi comes theâ€"um comes Lucy smiled at Peter. It was, the puzzled young man noticed, a singuâ€" larly careâ€"free smile. Terence Parry nodded affably. But Francis Gould kept his dark eyes dourly fixed straight ahead of him. The proceedings were austerely forâ€" mal, but they contained one or two surprises. Sam Orion, the hotel manager, gave formal evidence of identification of the body. The masgistrate looked at the witness shrewdly over his spectacles. hotel‘ "Y C tie. purt "He had "A matte ‘"Your es ahâ€"an e> are such : take it, wa "He ap} ‘*Before Mr. your hotel, yo "I had never "I see. Yor him? I mea regularly?" Mr. Orion hesitate. length. "He wa: time of hi "No sir. "How di "Always He was chetue." "Thank y Mr. Orior Terence | almost con cribed the the beach. trate, met | at card par freely, he h est fact ak Terry: i ingly, Fr: On the the mag lock han and his were an "That seet pression," a; believe that ferred â€"toâ€"â€"n Inmnys Carr‘s seor siderable k and that connected pects. . "EKyve shares, gnd Gould. H}i FRAN _A ""»;‘ o on t i . Eo hk . .+ 1. + § cce s l ‘b’J Alexonder Campbell PUBLISHMEDN BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT Hi Characters in the Story "B CROSBY® Youne min VC Mr. Ori aing, Peter," said Sir John d with TLucy, Parry, and uld. He shook his fine sive reproach. "I‘m sorry you kept your word, and nt. Very noble, of you, you were ‘barking up the Lucy will tell you about it siness is over. Ah! Here 1t en we hment H @â€" Was â€" hotel manager, gave [ identification of the strate looked at the over his spectacles. was resident at your was called. In easy lonal tones he desâ€" z; of Monte‘s body on id, he told the magisâ€" in only once or twice Though he had talked let slip the slightâ€" hk mystified. He could ie explanation, and ayle had abandoned But that seemed too |% ) toIt debt to vou at the ‘s name was called. stand Gould faced biddingly, a dank over his forehead d, rather as if he nd the magistrate no paid h 11 A South African widower, rathéer roud. but sound niâ€"private â€" and magistrate acted no jury. The and the public t to attend but d to have used heoretical. arrived the Inâ€" him genially. Zour interest in ut you won‘t be l you take your n the public unaccountably to all,"" ho said, at wealth have sured head. "No. the magistrate. y you told me. won‘t be necesâ€" ome time was Sir John he had a conâ€" _ mining affairs, t many people z; in all its asâ€" in stocks and of thing," added contemptuous. _ _ "I never met ame to stay at t known him?" on him before." difficulty with he general imâ€" magistrate. "I ason he was reâ€" lightlvyâ€"as ‘the traightened his _ wellâ€"satisfied Mr. Orion isâ€" The charges we may z mining enâ€" iside holiday n some way Won‘t I be John Cartr‘s ‘â€" much ocâ€" vith mining Â¥enllies. ch young A man of Mr. Orion. ‘"Never by plenty of hotel bill surpIisâ€" a very ies. DU this fellow Monte, and never heard of him either. And, if he had been in that sort of business in a biggish way I would have been pretty certain to, I think." "You are expected to confine yourâ€" self to the question in the form in which it is put," said the magistrate. But the reproof was spoken mildly. However, you have intérpreted the auestion aright. That is what I wanâ€" ted to know. Thank you." Gould shambled back to his seat. Theâ€" magistrate glanced round the courtâ€"room, and addressed them all generally. s "That is all the evidence we have ecnceerning the deceased at the moâ€" ment. L police, of course, are purâ€" suing their own investigations; but they prefer at this stage not to put their findings in as evidence. We come now to purely medical evidence." This was given, shortly, by a burly, gingerâ€"haired medico with a proâ€" nounced Scottish burr. It was brief and technical. The magistrate nodded gently. "I shall put in a verdict accordingly. The deceased met his death as a result of a stab wound, and, as the doctor has informed us, death was instantaneous. The position of the wound rules out suicide and accident. I shall accordâ€" ingly record that the deceased met his end at the hands of a person or perâ€" sns unknown". CHAPTER XVIII QUAYLE TALKS OF A WARRANT From beginning to end the court proâ€" ceedings had been ruled by Quayle. The policeman was not showing his hand yet. After the hearing, Sir John proposed taking his little party for coffee at a country roadhouse. Gould begged to be excused, but the rest were soon on the move in the magnate‘s big car. Sir John nodded. "I think it is obâ€" vious that the fine was paid by the murderer. He probably bribed Tickey Charlie to keep his mouth shut, and sent the man where he could easily lay his hands on him. Then, discovering in some way that Tickey Charlie was !gomg to be questioned, he murdered ‘him." Terry drove rapidly and expertly. He stopped the car at a picturesque farmâ€" house with high Dutch gables. They were escorted to little tables in a charming garden surrounded by high green hedges. Sir John, having orâ€" dered coffee, leaned back in his sumâ€" mer chair and surveyed the roses. The warm morning sunshine made patâ€" terns on the grass. "I owe you most hearty thanks, Peter," he said abâ€" ruptly. Poter stared. I don‘t seeâ€"â€"" "The noteâ€"case," said Sir John. He grinned suddenly and boyishly. "Tell him, Lucy." Lucy did. She told Peter of her inâ€" terview with Xosa, and the truth about the noteâ€"case. "You see, there must have been two noteâ€"cases, and Tickey Charlie threw one of them away and tucked the card from it in dad‘s case," she explained. Peter listened gravely. Then he turned shameâ€"facedly to Sir John. "I‘m afraid it‘s I who owe you an apology, sir," he began. "I should have guessedâ€"I had no right to dream of suspectingâ€"â€"" ‘"Nonscense!" Sir John spoke sharply. "The thing must have looked pretty obvious ‘to you. I should still like to know where Monte got that informaâ€" tion about Golden Deeps. To my mind that is the crux of the whole case. But the fact remains that you thought I had given him it, and you went out of your way to protect me. Heaven knows what the police would have thought, if they had stumbled on the facts in your possessionâ€"â€"â€"" "That reminds me," said Peter, ‘"Does qQuayle know now? Have you told him about Tickey Charlie? Is he questionâ€" ing him?" "I hadn‘t finished the story," Lucy said. "No one will ever question Ticâ€" key Charlie, because he‘s dead." eryV "Dead!" Peter was horrified. "Then that‘s two murders in three days! Is qQuayle on to it?" "I saw the inspector last night," said Sir John grimly. "As soon as Luecy had given me the facts. It seems, howevet that Xosa had approached Quayle beâ€" fore me. I don‘t know whether it‘s beâ€" cause he dislikes the idea of being done in the eye by a coloured man, but Quayle refuses to accept the death of Tickey Charlie as having any connecâ€" tion with the murder of Monte. He declares that Tickey Charlie was proâ€" bably killed in a brawl after a beer drink. "The body, you know, was found in a hut, in the native location. The man had been dead only a few hours when found him. Quayle points out that there are often brawls among the natives." "I wouldn‘t underâ€"rate this bird Quayle," drawled Terry. He had been sitting back in his chair, lazily surveyâ€" ing the roses,. "I was watching him in "But that doesn‘t explain how Ticâ€" key Charlie was released from prison," exclaimed Lucy. She told how the pickpocket‘s fine had been mysteriously paid. He rose, and the court followed suit She told him of Mr. Xosa‘s discovâ€" court. He may have something up his sleeve. He was looking pretty pleased with himself." Peter nodded. "I agree." He tolal them how Quayle had greeted him that morning. "He seemed to have changedl his mind about me. From suspect| number one, I seemed to have dropped| down among the also rans. I can } think of only one reason for that." "Which is?" asked "Terry. "He believes that the death of Tickeyl Charlie and thne death of Mr. Monte are linked. He was bluffing Sir John. And he had probably found out that I have a castâ€"iron alibi for the secand] murder, at any rate. After I moved back to the Voyagers yesterday, I didn‘t go out of the hotel again. And I was' talking to other people all the time! until I went to bed about midnight." | Sir John nodded. "That would exâ€"| plaén it.* I hope it‘s the truth, anyway"l Peter asked: "How about our little friend Xosa? He seems to have done most of the discovering in this busiâ€" ness so far. Where is he now?" ! seen him since yesterday . After heg seen himsince yesterday. After hei ‘phoned me he apparently got in touch | with He may be with Quayle‘ $8% t now . | But in this surmise Lucy was wrong, Xosa preferred to work alone, and at the moment he was acting in a manâ€" ner which would have annoyed Inâ€" spector Quayle exceedingly if the poâ€" liceman had known what Mr. Xosa was up to. Happily for the little Bantu, Quayle did not. Mr. Xosa had appeared at the Orient Hotel shortly after ten o‘clock, and after Mr. Orion had .been seen climbâ€" ing into his car to drive to the inquest. KXosa sought out his brother, the large and amiable Chocolate, drew him aside, and murmured in â€"his ear. Chocolate drew back, appalled. "Hast thou no gratitude?" demanded KXosa in the same tongue. "Did I not rescue thee from the white man‘s priâ€" son? Do as I say, and no harm will befall thee. Go!" up to. Happily for the little Bantu,! "D‘you want me to get a warrant?" Quayle did not. he demanded shortly. Mr. Xosa had appeared at the Orient; Mr. Orion made a final feeble atâ€" Hotel shortly after ten o‘clock, and | tempt. "My employersâ€"â€"" he began after Mr. Orion had .been seen climbâ€" | to mutter. ing into his car to drive to the inquest. "â€"would have no objection," Quayle KXosa sought out his brother, the j finished for him. "Rather the reverse, large and amiable Chocolate, drew him | I should imagine," he added dryly. | aside, and murmured in â€" his ear. ‘"Come on, Sam," he went on rudely. Chocolate drew back, appalled. ! Let‘s have them." * "Wouldst ask for the moon?" he deâ€" ! _Mr. Orion rose from his chair. He manded, in their own language. was trembling. Without a word, he "Hast thou no gratitude?" demanded | crossed the room and began to open an Xosa in the same tongue. "Did I not | oldâ€"fashioned rolltop desk. He paused rescue thee from the white man‘s priâ€" | halfway, and stiffened. Then he turnâ€" son? Do as I say, and no harm will ed to Quayle; and the terror in his befall thee. Go!" evyes was too real for Quayle to imaâ€" Chocolate chastened went. He reâ€"| gine that he was merely playing for turned chortlv hearine furtively under | time. ; § Chocolate chastened went. He reâ€" turned shortly, bearing furtively under his arm a bulky parcel. "They will send me back to break stones for this!" he moaned. Mr. Xosa took the parcel from him. "E®nough of wailing!" he said briskly. "TPhe coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave man only one. Take me to some place where we can be secure from prying eyes." Mr. OQrion had barely returned to his hotel, and was sirfking into an armâ€" chair in his own snug suite, when Inâ€" spector Qualye was announced. Mr. Orion cursed with fiuency. "Ah, Mr. Orion!" said Quayle, and as he entered he sniffed expansively. "You get the sea air up here." Ostenâ€" tatiously, he admired the room. "Quite right to make yourself comfortable. A man in your position needs tranquility if he‘s going to do his best work and please his employers. "By the way, I‘m right in that, aren‘t I?" he added anxiously, as though fearing to have offended. "The Orient isn‘t your property, is it?" : Mr. Orion shock his head. No." He spoke jerkily and seemed to be sud â€" denly perturbed. "No, it‘s not my proâ€" perty. He named a big company, with hotels throughout the country. Quayle nodded affably. "Still," he Quayle nodded affably. "Still," he remarked, ‘"it‘s a pretty good wicket, isn‘t it? I sometimes think the proâ€" fessional man has really a better time of it than the capitalist. His work is usually enjoyable, or at least interâ€" esting, and he doesn‘t take the big COPYRIGHNT ONE WEEK S GONE! ®# With one week already gone, only a small part of our objective in the National War Weapons Drive has been subscribed. Let‘s get going. Remember, our community has comâ€" mitted itself to meet our objective each month for the duration. To do this, everybody must t would ex-| Quayle nodded easily.. His affability ith, anyway"lif anything had increased. He apâ€" t our little| peared not to notice the other‘s perâ€" o have done l turbation. n this busiâ€" ] "The books," re repeated. "You know now?" â€"argounts, cash, receipts, and that After he | sort of thing. I suppose it sounds add After he i to you," he said with a laugh. "And I got in touch | mav be on a wild goose chase. But I with Quayle | have an idea that I want to test." ; Mr. QOrion moistened his dry lips. was wrong, z "I don‘t know that I can help you. one, and at |The books aren‘t readily available. I in a manâ€"| â€"they‘re being made up. And I really > innoved Inâ€" | don‘t see what rightâ€"â€"" Needs the Allâ€"Out Support of Every Citizen! THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TTMMINS, ONTARIO .\ Those who knew Mr. Orion well, or thought they did, would have been surâ€" prised at the change in his appearâ€" | ance. Theround pink and white face | had lost its softness. The eyes had | narrowed, Mr. OGrion looked like a man tun his guard. risks. Though no doubt you have your own worrtes. ~Running a big place like this must carry its fair share of resâ€" ponsibilities and anxieties." AMr. Orion did not seem appeased by this innocent dissertation on the light and shade of a hotel manager‘s exisâ€" tence. He watched Quayle warily. _ Sapper Paton Writes About "If you think the hotelier‘s life is | Arcetie Foray bv Canaâ€" entirely a happy one, you‘re certainly | di * wrong," he said. "However I don‘t: 1ans,. imagine that you‘ve come here to disâ€" The first i Northern‘ toucth o on that." what. can 4 .do . for ~Ya4u, in connection with the recent expediâ€" inspector? * kinn 4x ux urFiNÂ¥iits YArIEYriRLENXUT "No." agreed Quayle. "I have come with rather an odd request. I can‘t explain its significanceâ€"though you may just possibly guess that." He shot Mr. OQrion a sharp look. "But I can tell you that it‘s got to do with the Monte case. I want to look at your books." Mr. Orion had been in the act of lighting a cigarettes. Now the white cylinder suddenly crushed and broke between his fingers. HMHe gazed uncerâ€" tainly at the policeman, and his look was one of pure terror. He recovered hinself with an effort. "My books " he repeated. His voice sounded strained. Quayle dropped his affability like a cloak. "They‘ve gone!" croaked Mr. Orion. Quayle was at the desk in two strides. He ripped the top fully open. "You kept them in here?" he demanded Orion â€" nodded. there seemed no need to lock them up in the safe. Iâ€"can‘t understand it." Quayle stared down at the desk. ‘"Neither," he muttered, "can I . Unâ€" less the murdererâ€"â€"" Soon to Start Diamond Drilling at the Presdor "Not murderer, inspector," interruptâ€" ed a bland voice from the doorway. ‘"Merely humble coâ€"investigator." And Mr. Xosa made his little bow. (To be Continued) The drive to the Presdor preperty from Preston East Dome has only 90 ft. to go to reach the boundary between the two properties and at the present time is in grey porphyry rock of similar appearance to that in which Preston‘s big orebodies are found, it is; learned. Within the next month the drive should be completed to the boundary and a drilling station cut from where 10,009 ft. of probing will be done to thoroughâ€" ly test the Presdor property. Although drilling from surface donel in the past failed to indicate an Oreâ€"} body, geological conditions we®re shown’ to be favourable and it is hoped the; new drilling to bhe undertaken from the drive will pick up something of imâ€" portance. We are behind in our first week‘s quota, To make our bombers spring into life and action, we must get busy, w 00. » uh TIMMINS‘ SHARE IN THE NATIONAL help. Everybody canâ€"by buying War Savings Certificates, They are within the reach of all. We must get busy, Let‘s make the objective for our community a reality. Push the sale of War Savings Certificates wherever and whenever you can. Spitzbergen Raid Described in Letter by Northern Lad The first personal Northern touch in connection with the recent expediâ€" tion to Spitzbergen by some members of the Canadian army overseas is to hand through a letter received by Mr. and Mrs. T. G. Paton of Harley townâ€" ship from their son, Sapper Allan Patâ€" on, who is overseas with a Royal Canâ€" adian Engineers‘ unit. Sapper Paton is formerly of New Liskeard, although he had been working at Noranda for some time prior to enlistment. ”000’00:0000000:000000 04990004 000000000 9000008400000000008080080000000008 00000086 "I am pretty sglow with my writing lately," he tells his parents, "but we Just came back from the Arctic, and left again, and arrived back last night, and I‘m leaving again tomorrow, We had a great time up north and are the pecple making a fuss over us here? We were picked as the best company of engineers and there were 200 inâ€" fantry with us. We were on the water about five days going up north and I was at the Russian camp. "They loaded them all up and took Our fighting forces need war weapons and the only way we can provide them is through the purchase of more War Savings Cerâ€" tificates. So, join the great Nationol War Weapons Drive, toâ€"day. The need is urgent, so urgent that nations are toppling as we talk. Y ou can‘t afford to put it off. XCTâ€"TOâ€"DAXY. * Make Your Savings INSERTED IN THE INTERESTS OF THE WAR WEAPON®S DRIVES, BY FIGHT them on to Russia," continutes Sapper Paton. "We blew up the coal pits and mines, and were blowing up soms tracks and I guess the coal dust caught fire. We were called sbout 5.30 in the morning and the whole town was on fire, so we had a small Dunkirk,. We had to carry all our stuff down to the beach. It was daylight all the time. We took some snaps at two o‘clock in the morning. I will send them on later. "There were about 600 pigs and some cows and about 60 horses and we had to kill them all," the letter proceeds. t0 Kili them aAlli," lhe i¢Sier procééds, "I never ate so much in my life, They allowed us to carry off what we could, but we did not have much rcoom. We stopped at Iceland toco. It is a drearyâ€" looking place. We were given leather coats and slseping bags, so we were quite warm enough. We saw some whales and seals but no reindeer, bu! we were glad to get back to England. guess you would be wondering we were, ech!" Sapper Paton expressed the hops that good crops written about by his parents were safely gathered in, and he concludes his letter with the note that "I will stop for now, as I have a month and a half of washing to catch up on." He mentions also having been on training for invasion tactics at Inâ€" verary, which is on Loch Fyne and not so very far from where the A BOMBER A MONTH FOR THE DURATIONâ€"ONLY A SMALL PART SUBSCRIBED ! TIMMINS WAR SAVINGS COMMITTE is a dt ven le Mrs. Joseph Tannarelh Honoured at Gold Centre Schumacher. Oct. 20â€"(Special to The Advance)â€"Thursday â€" evening Mrs. Janes, Gold Centre, was hostes; at a nicely arranged shower in honour of Mrs. Iannarelli (Jean Cowden) of Railâ€" road St., schumacher. The rooms were decorated in pink and blue and a baby carriage decorated in pink and blue and filled to the top with lovely gifts was wheeled into the room and preâ€" sented to Mrs. Iarinarelli. A nice soâ€" cial evening was enjoyed. Whist was plaved and the prize winners were:â€" ist, Mrs. Taylor; 2nd, Mrs. Hodgins; 314, Mrs. Moorish; 4th, Mrs. Fraser, Door prize, Mrs. Grist. After the cards the hostess assisted by Mrs. Harry Cowden served a delicious lunch. The following ladi¢és attended:â€"Mrs. Ernest Dunbabin, Mrs. Alex Dunbabin, Mrs. Taylor, Mrs. Greer, Mrs. Byron, Mrs, Mrs. Fraser, Mrs. Stirling, Mrs. Grist, Mrs. Moorish, Mrs. Cowden, Mrs. Findlay, Mrs. Pigeon, the guest of honâ€" our (Mrs. Tannarelli), and the hostess (Mrs. Janes}. Unable to attend but sending gifts; were Miss Joan Davis, Mrs. James Cowden, and Mrs. James MacKenzie. unit stopped briefly, but its members were "not allowed out much, as they were afraid somebody would talk." THURSDAY. OCTOBER 30TH, 1941 62B