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V-T* ,-9 -. . -v |- ^- Rich in body and delicate as blossoms In its flavour IP SA1ADA" TEA 'Fresh from the gardens 1 The Bishop Murder Case A PHILO VANCE STORY DY S. S. VAN DINK SYNOPSIS chance -we can't wait another min- t young chap named SITIKK la s!n>'. through th tup of tin- h< -ad. The mur- 4rrr wnti-i DOtM HlKneU The Bishop. . District Attorney Markhum rails In I'hllo H WCCK his feet and led him toward the door. "I've been fearing son-cthing like this CHAI'TKR XXXV-1I. Markham wrenched his arm free the other's grip. "I won't move from this office, Vance, until you explain." "It's another act in the play the Vam-c to aid him. Th following i..-i.|ii.- ;ue uoclate<l wllh the rune: J'rof. Inllard, hla nelc Btlle, and his protege. Sigurd Arnes.ion; John I'ariler. a neighbor; Mrs. Drukkrr and her sun Adnlpli, u cripple Vance Is convinced Adolph know* omethtnK. but before !i>- can question him, he/ i Adi'lr/h) Is murdered, The shock kill* Mrs. faultier. Then 1'ardee Com-] nits aulclilc Markham brllevrs 1'ardee I yu The !':').; but Vance believes j last act! Oh, take my word for it. l Th7n"rrf. DUiard a... ihem to -mo There was a look in Vance's eyes I !.!!.- th<-re hi- telli j DM never seen before- Its Little h i Mis* Muffet' now. The name isn't identical, hut that doesn't matter. It's near enough for the Bishop's jest; he'll explain it all to the press. He probably beckoned the child to the tiilFVt, and sat Jown beside her. And . u him home and rle any r-ji?on. Word thi-n comes the dlxappearunce "f a little girl. CHAPTER XXXVI.- (Cont'd.) "Very well," Markham acquiesced. "A five-year-old jrirl named Madeleine Moffat wan playinj? with a proup of children at about half piist five last tTninp. She crawled up on a hiph mound near the retaining wall, and aj now she's Romf -frightened away. . ." Markham moved forward in a sort i>f daze; and Heath, his eyes leapt to the door. I have often won- dered what went on in their minds near e e , e l.ter, when her governe.s went,*""* those few seconds of Vance s U, t her thinkrn* she had descended 'mportunate urging*. D,d they be- . other side, the child was nowhere ''eve in his interpretation of the ,pi- v f act ! d.? Or were ehey merely afraid to b found. The only suggestive fart is that two of the other children say they saw a man talking to her short- ly before she disappeared; but, of course, they can give no description of him. The police were notified, and arc investigating- And that's all there is to the 'aje so far." the name musingly. "I ay, Markham; do you know if this child knew Druk- ker?" "Yes!" Markham sat up a .title trai|rhter. "Her father mentioned that she often went to parties at his 'I've seen the child." Vance ro< and stood, hands down at the floor. "An adorabli tie creature . . . golden curls. brought a handful of flowers not to investigate, in view of the re- mote possibility that another hideous joke had lieen perpetrated by the Bishop? Whatever their convictions or doubts, they accepted the situation as Vance saw it; and a moment later we were in the hall, hastening toward the elevator. At Vance's suggestion we picked up Detective Tracy from the branch office of the Detective Bur- eau in the Criminal Courts Building. "This affair is serious," he explain- ed. "Anything may happen." We emerged through the Franklin i "Yea, sir. Beedle's gone to market." "So much the better." Vance took hold of the butler and turned him to- ward the rear stairs. "We're going to search the house. Pyne, you lead the .way." Markham came forward. "But, Vance, we can't do that!" Vance wheeled round. "I'm not interested in what you :an do or can't do. I'm going to search this house. . . Sergeant, are you with me?" There was a strange look on his face. "You bet your sweet life!" (I never liked Heath as much as at that mo- ment.) The search was begun in the base- ment. Kvery hallway, every closet, every cupboard and waste space was inspected. Pyne, completely cowed by Heath's vimlictiveness, acted as guide. He brought keys and opened doors for us, and even suggested places we might overwise have overlooked. Tl.e Sergeant had thrown himself into ti.e hunt with energy, though I am sure he had only a vague idea as to its ob- ject. Markham followed us disip- i-rovingly; but he, too, had been caught in the -weep of Vance's dy- namic purposefulness; and he muct have realized that Vance had some tremendous justification for his rash conduct. Gradually we worked our way up- ward through the house.? The library and Arncsson's room were gone over carefully; Belle Dillard's apartment was scrutinized, and close attention was given to the unused rooms on the third floor. Even the servant's quar- ters on the fourth floor were over- hauled. But nothing suspicious was discovered. Though Vance suppress- ed his eagerness I could tell what a nervous strain he was under by the tireless haste with which he pushed the search. Eventually we came to a locked door at the rear of the upper hall. "Where does that lead?" Vance ask- ed Pyne. "To a little' attic room, sir. But it's never used "Unlock it." The man fumbled for several mo- ments with his bunch of keys. "I don't seem to find the key, sir. It's supposed to be here. . . ." "When did you ha-'e rt last?" "I couldn't say, sir. To my knowl- edge no one's been in the attic for years." Vance stepped back and crouched. "Stand aside, Pyne." When the butler had moved out of the way Vance hurled himself against the door with terrific force. There was a creaking and straining of wood, but the lock held. Markham rushed forward and caught him round the shoulders. "Are you mad?" he exclaimed. "You're breaking the law." "The, law!" There was scathing irony in Vance's retort. "We're dal- ini with a monster who sneers at all little window ar.U peered down at a battered suitcase which lay on its side against the. wall. I noticed that it was unlatched and that its straps hung free. Leaning over he threw the cover back. (To be continued.) What New York Is Wearing Illustrated Dressmaking Lesson Furnished with Every Puttern BY ANNEBELLi: WORTIIINOTON She fjr Drukker the morning of his funeral. . . . And now she nas disappeared after having been seen talking with a strange man. . . ." "What's going on in your mind?' demanded Markham sharply. Street entrance, and in a few minutc-s j 'aw. You may coddle him if you care were on our way uptown in the Dis- j to, Lut I'm going to search that at'.ic t"Ct Attorney's car, breaking s,pccJ | if it m.-ans spending the rest of n,y regulations and ignoring traffic cig- life in jail. Sergeant, open that door!" Vance appeared not to have heard nals. Scarcely a word was spoken on that momentous ride, but as we swung through the tortuous roads of Central Park Vance said: "1 may be wrong, but we will have to risk it. If we wait to see whether the papers get a' note, it'll be too late. We're not supposed to know yet; and that's our one chance. . . ." Again I experienced a thrill of lik- ing for Heath. Without a moment's hesitation he poised himself on his toes and sent his shoulders crashing again.st the door's panel just above the knob. There was a splintering of wood as the lock's bolt tore through the moulding. The door swung ir- ward. J "Whut do you expect to find?''| Vnncc, fn-i-ing himself from Mafic- "Whv ihoold her father appeal U> ' Markham's tone was husky and a lit- ham's hold, ran stumbling up tre ,,, tie uncertain. | steps with the rest of us at his heels. Vnnee shook his head (k-sponJcntly. : There was no light in the attic, aid "Oh, I don't know. But it'll be we paused fc; a moment at the he*.l something devilish." lot 'he stairs to accustom our eyes to When the car dn-w up with a lurch thr uiikness. Then Vance struck a you TV "I've known Moffat slightly for years- - he was at one time connected with the city administration. He'j frantic grasping at every straw. The proximity of the affair to the Binhop murders has made him morbid- ly apprehensive Hut sec hnrc, Vance; we didn't come here to discuss the Moffat child's disappearance. . ." Vance lifted his hpnd: there was a look of startled horror on his face. "Don't speak oh, don't speak. . ." He b*jran pacing up and down, while Markham and Heath watched him in .ute amazement. "Yes yes; that would be it," he murmured to himself. "The time is right ... it all fits. HP swung about, nml going to Markham seized his arm. "Come quickly! It'" 'r only in front of the Dillard house Vance match am', groping forward, sent up leapt out anil ran up the steps ahead j the wiru'ow shade with a clatter. Tlic of us. Pyne answered his insistent sunlight poured in, revealing a small room, scarce!'/ 'en feet square, clut- rmjf. "Where's in a ruled. Mr. Arnesson?" he de- tered w'th all manner of discarded | odds and ends. The atmosphere wns At the university, sir," the old but- heavy and stifling and a thick ler replied; anil 1 imagined there was of dust lay over everything. fright in his eyes. "But he'll be hon'e for an early lunch." "Then take us at i.nce to Professor over his Vance Icc-l.rd quickly about him, and nn r ;uer.sion of disappointment came Dillard." "I'm sorry, Mr," Pyne told "but the professor is also out. went to the Public Library " "Arc you alone here?" | "Thi i? the only place left," he le- him; marked, with the calmness of tlespera- Ho tion. j After a more careful scrutiny of the room, ho stepped to the corner by the v_x riis r./. ...... Salty..... Crunchy Christie's SOGUD BUTTER PRETZELS Q^tfADVENTUKE-S of SCOTTIE- The bolero jacket dress is engag- ing much attention of debs, debu- tantes and youthful type of wo- man. No small wonder when so smart and so thoroughly wearable as this one. The original in a crepe silk had its collar and jabot of white crepe tuck-in blouse pleated to prove its feminine chic. The gored skirt, slighly flared, lends height to the figure. In emerald green with plain white, this model is very snappy. Style No. 3127 is desi f ;m i for sizes 12, 14, 16, 18, 20 years. 3C and 38 inches bust. Size 10 requires 3 yards 39-inch, with IVi yards 39-inch for I "=0. 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He swoops down In a sur- prise attack and leaves the junk In a. disabled condition. The last we saw of her, h > aeem-< ed to be half full of water. Whether he ever made the shore of China, In the stiffening breeze, Is doubtful. Meanwhile, we circled back toward the little ship. Something white and t dense rose from i her decks. Smoke! | Then a flash ot red (tame. Sure enough those vil- lians had set her afire. As we circled over the doomed vessel, large clouds of heavy white smoke- drifted up from the decks. Then, to our! dismay, we noticed that the pirates had cut every life boat loose before j they fled from the ship, thus taking ', away the crew's only means of es- cape. Back we headed for the freighter ami as we passed I dropped a note on her decks. "Ship on fire. No lifeboats. Hurry." But the captain of the freighter needed no warning. Steam up, he drove his ship with all possible speed. Meanwhile, we circled around and waited, for the water was now . too rough'to alighv. Fire at sea is a beautiful slglu and a dreadful one too. In some way It is like a Ore In the country. Unless someone catches it at first, It i 1 - al- most Impossible to put It out, and : all you ..^n do Is to stainl by and watch It burn. Tho stern ot the little ship non be- gan to blaze brightly and the pas- | sengers turned like a m< > of fight- Ing madmen, pushing and shoving to get away. Here, the value of dls- ! cipline and training showed up for : In contrast to the frenzied rust, of the passengers, tho ships officers re- mained cool and collected. Meanwhile, th freighter drew near, the cpatain manoeuvreing his ship so it would approach from the windward of the burning boat. The wind would then be driving the smoke away from the freighter. For a few minuter we could not understand his plan, then it became clear. He swung his bow around and made It fast to the bow of the burning ship In a minute more he was taking the passengers off and none too soon for th<j little ship was fast becoming a raging furnace. Meanwhile, we spotted a patch of nice smooth water to the -ee of the freighter and quickly alighted. In a few minutes tho derrick swung us up to the deck and we rushed for- ward to help In the rescue. The first sight that greeted our eyes Chung hanging on for dear life to the nozzle of a fire hose, with a big Filipino sailor helping him. Just thon, one of the ship's officers called the sailor who went away and left only Chung to handle the hose. Those high pressure hose will wig- gle and squirm like snakes and it takes two strong men to control them. You can guess what hap- pened. Once the sailor let go, the hose be- came alive. Chung didn't dare let go for fear it wou'd fly 1 atV'B ^ and hlt h!m '"'W'MJM^*^ 5 ** and ae simply couldn't steer it. Scot tie .ind I rushed forward to help Chung and despite the <erious- ness of the situation, we had to laugh at the funny picture of all '.hose Chinese scrambling away to escape getting drowned by Chung and his hose. (To be continued.) Note: an) of our young readers writing to "Captain Jmmy", 2010 Star Bldg.. Toronto, will receive his sign- ed photo f.r-e. Chocolate Malted Milk The health-giving, delicious drink for children and grown- ups. Pound and Half Found tins at your grocers. CilLLETT'S cleans floors, ...everything kitchen Flake Lyo ' ' should ntv*r be dissolved in hot water. V I\E I Full strenath lor Sink Drolm Full strength lor the toilet bowl CilLLETT'S Lye -Eats* Dirt ^\r^ In solution lor all general cleaning 19 EEP a tin of Gillett's Lye handy and you can cut your Idtcherr cleaning time in two. 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And the deer are asleep in tho forest, and the birds are asleep In the tree. SHARING JOY llyron Has said. "All who Joy would win must share it happiness was born a twin." This implies the readi- ness to accept on the one hand as much as the desire to bestow on the other. The ability and willingness to impart happiness are always deemed worthy ot honor, but the power and desiro to participate in It are seldom considered of much consequence. Yet it Is just this hospitable and sympathetic welcome to all glad in- i fliiom-os which makes a large portion of the sweetness and happiness ol | life. Like other faculties, It can be I cultivated; he who has It not can i acquire It and he who has it can In- ! crease it. And I In my Castle cu Silence, In my j chamber of sleep lie down, Kike tho far-off murmur of forests come the turbulent echoes of town. And tho wrangling tongues about me have now no power to keep My soul from ttie solace exceeding th blessed Nirvana of sleep. Lower the portcullis softly, sentries, placed on tho wall; Let shadows of quiet and silrtu-e on all my palacn fall ; Softly draw my curtain, lot the world labor and weep, My soul Is safe environed by the walls of my chamber of sleep. Trusting 1 once Illustrated the act of faith by tho experience ot a friend who was in an upper room of a Hotel at night when the building took fire. He seized the escape rope that was in his room, swung cut of the. window, and lower- ed himseff in safety to the sidewalk, lie had n good opinion of that rope during tho day when he saw it coiled iil> liy his bedside, but it was only an opinion; when he believed oil the rope, and trusted himself to the rope, It saved his life. T. L. Cuyler, D.D. t . ISSUE No. 37 '31