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"And in Sprigg‘s pocketsâ€"amony his papers. . . . 2" "Not a thing. I‘ve got all the stuff at the Bureauâ€"a couple of ordinary letters, a few odds and ends of the usual kind. .. ." He paused as i; suddenly remembering something, ard pulled out a dogâ€"eared noteâ€"book, "There was this," he said, unenthusiâ€" astically, handing a torn, triangular scrap of paper to Markham. "It was found under the fellow‘s body. It don‘ up." if some one who knew his habits wi: waiting for him. Neatness and disâ€" patch, what? . . . It doesn‘t appeay exactly fortuitous. does it, Markham * Ignoring the jibe, Markham ad. dressed Pitts, *"Was there nothing found that cou!4 possibly be used as a lead?"" "No, sir. My men combed the spot protty horoughly, but nothing showed I "And 3prigg left his home in 93re Street at half past seven." Vance gazed at the ceiling meditatively.! "Therefore he would have had just| enough time to reach this point in the park before being killed. It looks as‘ "And he was found at what time?‘ "About quarter of eight. A brickâ€" layer on the new 79thâ€"Street dock was eutting across the embankment toward the railway tracks, and saw him. He notified one of the post officers on the Drive, who phoned in to the local staâ€" tion." kind. That‘s why I can‘t see anything, special in his getting shot. It must have been an accident of some kind., Might have been taken for somebod ; else." Â¥ "Even so, that don‘t get us anyâ€" where," returned Detective Pitts. "Plenty of fellows take an early consti. tutional. And there was nothing un usual about Spriggs this morning. H# wasn‘t worried about anything, his folks told me; and was cheerfal enough when he said goodâ€"bye to ‘em. After that 1 hopped up to the \miver-i sity and made inquiries; talked to a couple of the students that knew him, and also to one of the instructore. | Spriggs was a quiet sort of chap. | Didn‘t make friends and kept pretiy‘ much to himself. Serious birdâ€"al-, ways working at his studies. Stood high in his classes, and was never seen | yoing around with Janes. Didn‘t like‘ women, in fact. Wasn‘t what you’lil call sociable. From all reports he was | the last man to get in a mess of this CHAPTER XIV.â€"(Cont‘d.) "Ah! It was Sprigg‘s habit to promâ€" enade in the park each morning," murâ€" mured * ance. "Most interestin‘.‘" range. _ District Attorney Markham calls in Philo Vance to help solve the mystery. A note is received from the murderer, who signs himself The Bishop. Then another murder is comâ€" mitted in the same vicinity. John E. Sprigg is shot through the head. Both crimes seem to be dramatizations of the well known nursery rhymes, "Who Killed Cock Robin," and "There was a little man, and he had a little gun." The body of a .nan known as Cock Robin, is found with an arrow through the heart, on Prof. Dillard‘s archery @ Full strength for Sink Dreing _ ® Full strength for the toilet bow! The Bishop Murder Case GILLETT‘S Lye "Eats "SALADA" A cup of Salada Green tea. invigorates and refreshes GbREEN TEA ° SYNOP3IS ‘Fresh from the gardens‘ can‘t see anything[ "My word!" He took out his monâ€" hg shot. It must ocle and studied the symbols for sevâ€" ent of some kind. ‘ eral moments. "Most allurin‘. Now ken for somebodj| where have I seen that formula reâ€" [ cently? . . . Ah! The Riemannâ€"Chrisâ€" d at what time?‘: toffel tensorâ€"of course! Drukker uses _eight. A brickâ€" it in his book for determining the hâ€"Street dock was| Gaussian curvature of spherical and ibankment toward homaloidal space . .. But what was‘ ind saw him. He Sprigg doing with it? The formula is ost officers on the'considerally beyond the college eurâ€" n to the local staâ€"| feula. . . . ." He held the paper up ito the light. It‘s the same stock as his home in 93rc‘ that on which the Bishop notes ars . seven." Vance written. And you probably observed ng meditatively.‘ that the typing is also similar," d have had just! Heath had stepped forward, and this point in the now serutinized the paper. lled. It looks a;; "It‘s the same, all right." The fact w his habits was‘ seemed to nonplus him. "That‘s a link eatness and disâ€"‘ anyway between the two crimes." : doesn‘t appea':l Vane‘: eyes took on a puzzled look. es it, Markham?"| "A linkâ€"yes. But the presence of } V arrmerepet t 5 o 4 & d un A PHILO VANCE STORY BY S. S. VAN DINE C Batoneririi®. seuiciad c o dik c d t id the formula under Sprigg‘s body apâ€"| . | pears as irrational as the murder| wo | itself. . . . ." apy , Markham moved uneasily. € "You say it is a formula that Drukâ€" | the ‘ker uses in his book?" jeva ! ‘"Yes. But the fact doesn‘t necesâ€"p _ * sarily involve him. The tersor is | But | known to all advanced mathematicians | her â€"Arnesson will be delighted with the| * find. He may be able to work out some | Joh astonishing conclusion from it." smi "I see ro reason," protested Markâ€"| * ham, "to inform Arnesson of this new | tha case, My idea would be to keep it ; wit] under cover as much as possible." s "The Bishop won‘t let you, I ?ear," | up returned Vance. sati Markham set his jaw. gam + I Vance glanced only casually at the lexhibit, but Markham held it in his 'hand frowning at it for several moâ€" | ments. He was about to make some ‘ comment when he caught Vance‘s eye; ; and, instead, he tossed the paper to | the desk carelessly with a slight shrug. "Is this everything you found?" "That‘. all, sir." "That‘s all, sir," Markham rose. "We‘re very grateful to you, Capâ€" tain. I don‘t know what we‘ll le able | to make out of this Sprigg case, but! | we‘ll look into it." He pointed to the, | box of Perfectos. "Put a couple in : your pocket before you go." ' I Loo s & F7 . When he had gone Vance got up with alacrity and bent over the scrap of paper on Markham‘s desk. "Much obliged, sir." Pitts selected the cigars, and placing them tenderly in his waistcoat pocet, shook hands with all of us. mean anything, but I stuck it in my , pocketâ€"force of habit." The piper was not more than four inches long, and appeared to have been torn from the corner of an ordinary sheet of unruled stationery. It conâ€" tained part of a typewritten mathoâ€" matical formula, with the lambda, the equals and the infinity sign marked in with pencil. Despite its seeming irrel. evancy, it was to play a sinister and amazing part in the investigation of Sprigg‘s death. ned the symbols for sevâ€" s. "Most allurin‘. Now I seen that formula roâ€" Ah! The Riemannâ€"Chrisâ€" ~â€"of course! Drukker uses CHAPTER xV crimes," "You have heard of the tragedy, uzzled look. |then, Mrs. Drukker? How could the presence of | news have come to you so soon ?" z‘s body apâ€"| A look of canniness came into the the murder| woman‘s expression, giving her the ;appearance of an evil old witch. ly. "Every one is talking about it in i that Drukâ€" | the neighborhood," â€" she answered @ In solution tor general cleaning Dirt jevasively, "Ah, but it does!" Her head moved up and down with a sort of horrible satisfaction. "It‘s a gameâ€"a child‘s game. First Cock Robin . . then Johnâ€" IPDigirtine. Aeeimiraini®rtcheie huld id i5 "So it was. John E. Sprigg. Still, that does not explain his connection with the Dillards." Oatnbarmedhaict: hests it bud 41.4.4 4 ‘‘Wasn‘t the young man‘s name Johnny Sprigg?" A faint, terrible smile accompani_e«_i the question. "Indeed? That‘s most unfortunate. But why do you assume we have come here to make inquiries about it?" So amazing and unexpected were her words that Marham could make no immediate answer; and it was Vance who replied. She had no sooner quitted the room than Mrs. Drukker leaned over the table and said to Markham in a sepulâ€" chral, aweâ€"stricken whisper: "I know why you‘ve come! It‘s about that fine young man who was shot in the park this morning." Belle Dillard‘s pleasant voice relieyâ€" ed the tensity of the situation. "I‘ll run up and tell uncle you‘re here." , "I thought I recognized your voice, Mr. Vance." She included us all in a | smile of wistful welcome. â€" "Please ,come in. . . Lady Mae dropped in for a few minutes,â€"we‘re going riding ’together this afternoon," she explainâ€" ed, as we entered the room. ’ Mrs. Drukker stood by the centreâ€" table, one bony hand on the back of the chair from which she had evidently just risen. There was fear in her eyes as she stared at of unblinkingly; and her lean features seemed almost conâ€" torted. She made no effort to spea‘, but stood rigidly, as if waiting for some dread pronouncement, like a conâ€" victed prisoner at the bar about to reâ€" ceive sentence. The man looked ill at easflei;"'but beâ€" fore he could answer Miss Dillard apâ€" peared in the archway of the drawing look he gave Heath, however, I deâ€" tected a certain uneasiness; but when he spoke his voice had the flat, uncetuâ€" ous quality of the wellâ€"trained servant. "Mindâ€"reading, I”see,"' s;nd\;;n;;, "is not your forte, Pyne. We called to see you and Professor Dillard." "Mr. Arnesson has not ';e'tâ€"u'med frqllp“thg university," he informed us. It was shortly after two o‘clock when we reached the Dillard house. Pyne answered our ring; and if our visit caused him any surprise he sucâ€" ceeded admirably in hiding it. In the "We‘ll get some lunch first," said Markham wearily. "Then we‘ll run out there." "Markham, old man, there‘s only one conclusion to be drawn. These two murders were engineered by the ; same Brain: both sprang from the same grotesque impluse; and hence the :first of them ‘was committed by some one intimately familiar with condiâ€" tions inside the Dillard house, it folâ€" lows that we must now look for a perâ€" | son who, in addition to that knowledge, | had definite inform: tion that a man 'named John Sprigg was in the habic of taking a walk each morning in a certain part of Riverside Park. Hayâ€" ing found such a person, we must check up on the points of time, place, opportunity, and possible motive. There‘s _ some _ interâ€"relation â€" be.â€" tween Sprigg and the Dillards. What it is I don‘t know. But our first move should be to find out. What bet. ter startingâ€"point than the Dillard house itself?" Vance inhaled deeply on his cigarâ€" ete. Then he leaned forward as if to give emphasis to his words. . Markham appealed to Vance. b "You seem to have some idea about this affair. What‘s your suggestion? 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It was almost in the exact center of a little grassy valleyâ€"and it was the only tree within many yards of us With all the rest of the whole world to grow in, of course, it had to grow right ther>, and, of course, I had to steer straight for it. I wonder if you have ever crashed into somethin@= while going thirty or forty miles an hour? I hope not. But if you have, you can understand what I headed down as best I could and down we went. Sometimes straight down, sometimes sidewise, then a gust of wind would pick us up and whirl us about. Sona I didn‘t know whethâ€" er we‘d land in one piece or a piece at a time. Let me tell yoa that 1 was worried. I don‘t mind a squall or a storm when I am out in the open, but among the foothillsâ€"well, that‘s a different situaâ€" tion. air pocket and she drop-s fxr'émfi u;xd;; you. It makes one‘s stomach a bit unâ€" easy. * us for 20 or 30 feet.. Perhaps you have been in an elevator sometimes when the operator has let it drop quickly. That‘s quite like the sensaâ€" tion you have when a plane hits an ,xwii\“, e h c( ] fAME Boy, how tha; rain did pelt down; and the wind whined and whistled out of a black stormy sky. The good plane Eagle plunged and reared like a buge dragonâ€"fly. Scottie, with his Scotch austereness, never made a sound, though he must pindnaiani bhave been scared Ws‘w white beneath his a E) whiskery black WA coat. Suddenly we C drove forward inâ€" M# \(BBSHEE to an air pocket WAmy® ~ PP ana the w h o ! e y Masi p : a n o dropped ~ away from under WHAT CAMB BEFORE: happened to us. The straps held me .Captain Jimmy ani his dog Scottie â€"€t / to my seat, bu. I was so shaken up out in their Vickers airplane t the | rrp i e o wo.id, Caprmlnc riex::myr.': :nlasgn:?mber‘lfld brvised that 1 could scarcely of .the Royal Air Force; Scottie is n m o v o . 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"Bhe certainly could," shot back the officeâ€"boy, "She‘s gone with him,"*" _ou say Mr. Waite is out?" she sald to the new oficeâ€"boy. â€" "Do you know where he has gone?" ‘I don‘t know, ma‘am," . replied the youth, "How tiresome!" she went on, Perâ€" hama mao _2 _0E PE Mre,. Waite called unexpectedly at her hushand‘» officeâ€"and found that he had gone oit_!pr the day, mirniniitinnaiitils css..24 3 M 05 daughter, eh? Can yo‘ support a wife, young man?" "I reckon I kin, 1 done frowed four sebens in a row las‘ night " _ Well, boys and girls, that little cabin looked mighty good to me, and 1 startedâ€"up the little trail to the door. Suddenly the bushes bezan to move. Yes,â€"sir, moved just like as if some hsavy anima‘ wrs trying to peer vut at you without being seen. _ Then there was a snarl. A nasty mean snarl, and the liggest, fercest bear I ever hope to ser lumbered out and stood looking at us . . ." That sort of bed doesn‘t appeal to me so much, however, so I got up and started over to the little old deserted : cabin. It was only a rough little cabin 'some woodsman had builtâ€"and was 'really as lonely as could beâ€"but it ilooked mighty snug and bhomey to me right then. The sun was rapidly sinkâ€" ing behind the hills, and strange sounds drifted down from the tall pine covered slopes nearby. A great Barred Owl went "Whooâ€"Whoo" back in the dark timber. Perhaps you have heard a Barrod Owl? It sounds like a hungry wolf and a wildeat rolled Into! oneâ€"and, of course, while you know | its‘ just a Barred Owl, it doesn‘t seem | to help much, for in spite â€"of all you‘ know, you‘re scared all the same. | I asked Scottie about it, he wasn‘t even the least bit interested He kept right on licking the bruises and lumps he had. Anyway, a dog doesn‘t care much where he sleeps, he simply folâ€" lows his tail around two or three times, and settles down, and he‘s in But night was coming on, and we had to find somewhere to sleep. When ’ ~f a shot out of| Many of these birds are glad of the a gun. Sailing help of a pasting steamer, and when ‘4%/," through the nlr(they land on this in an exhausted % ///&, he went, and condition they show little fear of man, landed in a‘and allow passengers to feed them. thick clump of grass, where be rolled , A short time ago a large steamer overâ€"not once, but a dozen times.| bound for Liverpool was nearly a Finally he stopped rolling and I un~Ethousand miles from the American tangled myself from what had been an | shore when a large flock of birds set airplane and went over and picked him‘tled on the rigging and decks, up. A sorrier pup you never saw. It Longest Flight of All. gz:;;tob;‘agl:: l!ml:::, :’I:-B:ati?l 5::::::;"‘ .\l:‘mydof '.rlws >, which fzu luded pig and we scratched the wet top of some l ;;::ex‘;;l;ler:“a.n‘d“x(:;: t::;‘:t‘i,:_‘ “'.""b pine needles and settled down as comâ€" | was kept busy making cages. fortably as possible to talk thlngsl Three small birds feel exhausted on over, D warh ® fln iomon o 1 painey / P n vatnte P Weapar y L t D ‘4‘% P She Should Know (To be cont ig seen, Then A nasty mean *, fiercest bear I m»ered out and d) . 4Bird That Travels %’ _ From Po‘le to Pole The loveâ€"sick swain was questioning his girl friend prior to popping the al}â€" 1!-D°mlt words. â€" "Can you cook?" he asked. _ "Now, just a minute, George," said the very wise girl. "Let us take these questions in their proper order. The matter of cooking is of secondary imâ€" "Oh!" he said, rather taken aback. "And what is the first?" The expert knew that water was not far away, and the drill had gone but a little farther when a source was tapped which is now supplying hundreds of thousands of gallons a day. During recent operations the drill had gone down to 500 feet when a fossilized starfish appeared, This showed that the chart was only at the top of the chalk layer and that it must be d@riven a long way deepâ€" er before water could be reached. Much later, lumps of rock consisting of smashed shells were brought up. These were fossils of croatures pound_ ed by the waves that once rolled over & grear part of what is now southern England, New wells are continually bcing made in London (England), to supâ€" ply the great buildingse that are raised. | As the drill goes down the expert examines with the atmost care the fragments that it brings up. During recent operations the drill had gone down to 500 feet when a Geologists know that â€" certain kinds of fossils are found only in particular rocks. . The discovery of & particular kind often serves to show whetbher water has been nearly reached or is still far away. "Can you mvu;'tho things to be Water is usually found beneath layers of certain kinds of rock. No one can tell as ae stands on the ground the exact nature of the rocks below him, but fossilized fish brought up by the drill will serve to make them plain, & modern geologist relies largely upon the clues furnished by fish that died mllupnl of years ago. When he is searching for water prior to the alnkln; of a deep well, Travellers in the southern seas have often seen the great albatross follow»â€" ing their boat for a week or more, only settling for feeting moments to pick up food thrown from the shipâ€" Titâ€"Bits. â€" A pair of red backed shrikes reâ€" turned to the same bush for nesting two years in succession, and a small warbler I have watched has built her nest in the same little bush for three successive seasons. Between their nesting operations each bird must have flown no* less than six thousand miles, » One of the greatest mysteries of migration is the way in which the tiny travellers find their way. It has been proved time after time that they enâ€" deavor to return to the selfâ€"same spot season after season. A sea bird could, however, settle on the sea during * > journey, and as this tern travels down the coast of Africa it would have plenty of opportumity of resting. & But what are we to think of a bind which nests in the Artic circle and winters in the Antarctic" It is beâ€" lieved that our dainty Arctic tern does this; if so, it makes the longest fiight undertaken by any bird on migrating. Home migratory birds fly great disâ€" ’unm. English small swallows come six thousand miles each spring, and return the same distance in autumr, and many of thy dimutive warblers will travel three thousand miles each way, The ringing of birds by British ornithâ€" ologists has given us valuable informsâ€" tion about the destinations of our migrants. We have found that our swallows winter in Natal, our cuckoos go to Northern Africa and Palestine. A Labrador falcon captured by a lightâ€"keeper on the west coast of 8ootâ€" land was so exbausted that he was able to pick it up, and although he endeavored to keep it alive with sui‘â€" able food, it succumbed. It must have travelled from Newfoundland. Three small birds feel exhausted on to the deck of a steamer in midâ€" Atlantic. Two survived, while the third died from starvation. The two survivors were a linnet and a chatâ€" finch. The Most Important _ ‘There have been several instances of birds crossings the Atlantic A lapwing ringed in England was reâ€" covered in Newfoundland, and this probably flew over the thousands of miles of sea without resting. ‘The energy expended in swimming the English Channel must be as nothâ€" ing compared with that used up by many migratory birds. illionâ€"Yearâ€"Old Clues By Oliver G. Pike, F.2.5.