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Mis* Ann Adam's Recipe for Bran Muffins *4 cup i n ' 4 cup tufar I *4 cup* flour "4 cup milk 1 tcupoon salt I ctg 3 tenpoona Mafic ' cup melted Bak.ng Powder tboitcnicf Vln the bran with the lifted fine dry in- (rtdicnts. Make a well in the centre and pour in the milk and well-beaten e|(. With the fewcit potiible number of Itrokn, blend tbeae ingredient! and it i ! the fthortening. Half fill treated muf- aa pant and bakt In hot oven. 400* F, IS to 20 minutea. A few chopped datet, HfbUy coated with tome of the meaturtd flour, may be addet!. Aliss Arm Adam bakes her famous Muffins with Magic Baking Powder "When selecting ingredients for my recipes," says Miss Ann Adam, cookery author- y f t'' e Cana- dian Homejour- nal, "I consider ihrw points economy, health value, and successful performance. "Manic Baking Powder meets them all. I use and approve Magic, because I know it is pure, and free from harmful ingredients, and be- cause experience has taught me that I can count upon successful Ksultb with Magic every time." Magic B.iUng Powder is used ixtluiml ; by the majority of cook- ery expms, dietitians, and house- wives throughout Canada. In fact, Magic outsells all other baking jtonders combined I . Rf.E COOK BOOK When you bake at home, the new Magic Cook Book will give you dozen* of recipef lor delicious baked foods. Write to Standard Brands Ltd., Frascr Ave. and Liberty St., Toronto, Ont. tier liti beta tcticd *. u-l cpprovt<S by the Home Scnr. U Bureau ol Cuw- <UAD HOOK Journal. Toronto, ud li the ly t '-! i. btk- li * 1 <r " t bl two awaided tbelr official OrU tot* f Approval. "CONTAINS NO Al I M Thll Ut- in.i i on : v tin I* your guarsnt** thl M>8k tukliift Powder li frr front luin . r miy linrmful Ingredient. ADMIT ONE fll' SIDNEY HORLER SYNOPSIS. XVhn Philip Crane, a younc aeroplane ilealgntr, arrlvra In London on a lioli- day, through a coincidence of like natii<--<, !> l taken fur the crook Crane, who s a. tool uf a band ruled by a mysterious "Kmpress." H rescues Margery Ferguson and learns that her father Is held captive by "The Kmpress" In Mamlllng, Kent. Placing Margery safely In a convent, Philip goes to MandllnK tn reconnoitre. Meanwhile Charles Whittle, an Ainer- Iran detective, Is trailing a band of fori- rrs and folluv.-s the same trail as young Crane. They meet and join forces. Then Crane Is abducted by two members of the gang. .Margery fears for her father and Philip. When 1'hllip regains co.i- Hflousness he Is confronted by hl dou- l-le "Crane." CHAPTER XV. (Cont'd.) "Still, that can wait the lafcer you *ee friend Badoglio, the belter; take that from me. In the meantime, you'd better come lean with an explanation of how you (jit mixed up with our business. 1 ' ' "I've already told you. I was mis- taken for you by a red-headed wo- man." "Yes. But you knew damned well that she was making a mistake." The speaker, after shifting his revolver into the other hand, pulled out a pocket-flask and unscrewed the top. "No funny tricks, now," he warned. "I can shoot just as well with my left hand as with my right. 1 ' He lifted the flask to his lips anil took a deep drink. "That's better," he gloated, smack- ing his lips. "A drop of that would do you good," he went on; but replaced the flask in his pocket. Philip felt a faint resurgence of hope. The man had evidently been drinking before, and if he kept on, he might become sense!* ?s. That -ircum- itance might not improve, by the slightest degree, the helplessness of his own posit ion, but he was in '.he mood to snatch at any straw. Birchall's last potation made him sway unsteadily. He became surpris- ingly loquacious. "It's all a mystery, you say?" he went on, his speech now somewhat slurred; "well, I don't mind puttin' you wise. There's somethin' big goin' on here. That's why'' with a drunk- en hiccough "there won't be any chance of you gettin.' out with your life, young fella! Somcthin' l>ig. . . . Here," he continued, lurching forward. bending down, and catching hold r,f the prisoner's right ami: "up you (,"'. ; I'll show you sdmcthin' . . ." For one breathless momi-nt, 1'hi i|> considered bringing hi* handcuffed wrists down upon the other's herd. But, sodden Ihn'igh he might be, Bir- chall proved quick enough to read his thoughts. "I'll plug ynu, mind; don't think you've got the slightest chance, kid. Another look like that, and - " He patted the handle f his revolver siy- rrlflcBntly. Because any reply in the circuit. stances would h..\e sounded suspici- ous, Crane Kept silent. The crook repeated his fonm -r words. "Yes. I'll show you something. . ." His hand still on the prisoner's arm, he guided Crane across the bare floor. Then he placed a finger on the wall, part of which opened. "In there," he said. Prompted by an irresistible curi .s- ity, Philip looked through the M-<-irt panel. This aperture was only about iix inches square, hut he was able to get a clear view of the room on the other side. Staring fascinatedly, he saw an elderly man bending over a desk. He was unshaven, and looked generally unkempt. The net thing Philip noticed was the weakness of his chin and, instantly, the words of the girl returned to him. "He is not a criminal, but weak weak!" Crane's he-art gave a bound. Help- less as be was, he had solved the mys- tery. For this man, working so in- dustriously, could be none other than the girl's father the very person he had promised to save! A stealthy whisper sounded in his ear. "You see what he's doing?" Crane made no reply. His intui- tion told him the answer. This man, wearing a green shade to protect his eyes from the glaro of the brilliant electric desk-lamp, was doing some- thing illicit. "He is the cleverest engraver in the world," he heard Birchall say. With the words, came the whole of the secret. Full knowledge was given to him; this man was a forger. jQuality has no substitute ( HAPTKR XVI. Charles Whittle had had a half- smile on his face when he left that room in the Curzon Street house, but once on the pavement, he became very serious indeed. That chance discovery at the Inn had guided him right. It had been an amazing piece of luck, and he had be<>n able to recognize Mrs. Aubyn St. Clair immediately; this leader of Lon- don Society was the same woman who had been mic-d up in that notorious murder case on the trans-Atlantic liner "Carapnnthia," when he had been returning to New York throe years before. She had been traveling under a very dirTcrvnt r.ame then, and no one appeared to be aware that she was a well-known personage in Lon- ilon's Mayfair, but his job had given him a remarkable memory for facos, and he had no possible doubt it was the same person. A curious affair in many ways. Offi- cially, the man had been supposed to have committed suicide by falling through his porthole two nights out from New York. There had been rea- sons why the New York Police had not made too many close enquiries ..fter the "Carapanthia" had berthed. Ixnvenstein was a close friend of the notorious gentleman-gangster, Crowle. A very close friend. And ho had been many other things as \\ I-owenstein, without any reasoiiiii'1 il ubt, was connected with the Guiniu outfit who had flooded South America with bad paper. His ways at that time had approached very closely those of Birchall, alias Philip Crane, who was now in Knglnnd. The puzalc was beginning to fit; he could now sec the pieces fulling into pi ices; this wom^n, who called her- self Mrs. Aubyn St. Clair, but who, to the underworld was known as The Empress- he had Melton's word for that-had been seen talking to Ix>w- enstein an hour before the man's loss was reported. Indeed, on witness had been ready to swear that she was actually in his cabin. She had got away with thai, but, apparently, had not learnvd wisdom; for here she was, intimately allied with another forging outfit. For that was the correct designation of the ciowd down at the White House. And that other woman the one with the striking red hair. Somewhere at the back of his mind he had a vague feeling that he had seen her before. True, it had been just a fleeting vision he had had as she left the room imme- diately upon his entry. All the \/hile he had been thus cogi- tating, he had remained practically stationary a few yards away from tlie house. But now, having made up his rr.ind what action to take, he lit a s\g- arette and began to walk quickly away. He had scarcely taken a few ste^s, however, before a woman passed him. Instantly, he recognized her as the companion of The Empress. He was wondering; whether he should accost her, when she half- turned, stopped, and then actually spoke to him herself. "Got what you wanted, Mr. UickV" she asked. He smiled at her. "My name's Bartholomew," he said. "Come off it. You're an American 'dick,' and I want to know what you j were doing in that house just now." He noticed that he face was flushed, and that her eyes were brighter than a normal woman's should have been. Charles Whittle had had consider- able experience of criminals, and he realized that this woman was either under the influence of dope or that she had recently been put to a consider- able mental strain. A thought came: Perhaps she had i|urrrelled with che Km press. "Are you a friend of Mrs. St. Clair?" he asked. "What's that to do w ith you?" "It may be a lot to do with you, young lady," he said sternly; "you can take that from me." "Hot air!" she scoffed. "Perhaps perhaps not. Anyway, if you'd like to see me some time to- morrow, ring up Metropolitan 0177, and ask for Mr. Bartholomew. Don't forget- Mr. Bartholomew." With that he raised his hat, signalled a passing taxi-cab which had just come from the direction of Piccadilly, gave the driver an address, and got ir to the vehicle. He gave no backward glance as the cab sped away. Wi'l'n twenty minutes of Ivavirg iln- I', i ic>s, Whittle was sitting in a room on the third floor of London's; Police headquarters, the official fac-{ ing him a grey-haired, grim-faced man | of late middle-age, whose tlowmvaid droop o.' the upper lip gave his mou'.h H curious satirical expression. "Well, Whittle? And how'g the land of the Fiv<| free for murders, I mean; with no questions asked, and no licence required." Detective Inspector Bodkin's speech was in keeping with his sneering mouth. Whittle, who had never liked the man during a casual acquaintanceship which extended over ten years, kept his temper. He had asked to see Bod- kin's superior, but Superintendent Watson was away. "America's all right," he replied. "It's this side that wants looking after. What would you say if I could put you on to a really first-class caao, Brdkin?" | "I should laugh!" was the answer. "Laugh, eh? Well, if the press boys get hold of a big headline sensation within the next few days, and readers i write in wanting to know what Scot- land Y'ard's been thinking about, don't blame me; for I've given you your, chance." "What's all this rot you're talking, Whittle?" "It isn't rot it's the truth. I'm over here on a sort f holiday well, I call it a holiday but I've happened to run up against something big out- side my usual line." He had lot in- tended to take this action, but his har.d had been forced. After the previous night's events at the Jolly Sailor Inr, he realized very vividly that it was impossible for him to carry on with this thing alone. (To be continued.) British Television Broadcast Received on Speeding Train London A party of radio and tele- vision experts received last week a normal television broadcast from the Brookmans Park H. B. C. Station on a moving train. Xo special appara- tus was necessary, a four-valve porta- ' ble receiver similar to that used by Kintj George being coupled to a | Balrd televisor. The train attained a -speed of seventy miles an hour, but the dancer In the television studios : could still be seen. This Is said to j be the first time television lias been received on board a speeding ' train. "Hid ye see the bis skyscrapers while ye was in New York, Hiram?" "Well, I seed the bottom part but the blame police fellers didn't let me stand still long enough to see clean to the tops." \Vi-consin has had to revise Us law paying bounty for rattlesnake rattles. It now requires half of the snake'* body to be m-e.-ented along with the rattles In order to collect. The reason for that is this: Rattlesnakes, Riven time, grow uew rattles. Which ac- counts for the racket discovered In which some Wisconsonians removed the rattles, collected the bounty, ami let the snakes live to grow new rat- tles! A talking alarm clock has been in- vented. Most of us can remember when Mother served the purpose well in getting us off to school on time. The Christian Science Monitor. rrlt-nd "WhaVs your sou's av income?" Father "From two to two-thirty a.m." ... He: "Do c-levor women malic the j best wives?" 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In Mltlon there's the wear and tear on m oar nt the hlfher spi-i .in. ThBy^Mlght N*d M* Tby might nut necgl me, Tt they mlht I'll let my heart be Juot In BlRht. A smile mlue Ptrchance Blfht Precisely tbelr Vcresiiity. Blr "Your uncle seen;i rtbr of hearlnc." Sam: "Hard of Why, be once conducted family prayers while kneeling on the cat." i To Henmulu and Iwrk in an instant is the way Mr. H. C. Slemin, Managing Director of the Office Specialty Mfg. Co. Ltd. dencribes his recent conversation over his office telephone with Mr. J. J. Arnold of Bermuda. Tele- phone nervice to this sea-girt iale haa just been inaugurated, one more step in the programme of universal communication which aims to enable the telephone user to speak to any ,,if, anywhere, at any time of the day or night at reasonable cost. Is there anything to be compared to the telephone in accomplishing so much for so little? 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