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Gems of Peril By HAZEL ROSS HAILEY. SYNOrsiS nich old MRS. JUl'ITEIt Is robbed Bnd munlt'iiMl durlnfc llie entsuKfrneiU p«rly dliff Rivc-H for h<^i' secretary, MAKY HAKKNKSS. Mary's scapegrace bro- ther, KUI'IE, iH suppuseU to have been upatalrs at the niiiriler hour. Only Mary knowM tbis. Mary [irevenls a malJ from telllnpr IIOWK.N of the Star about the unknown viKitor. Dirk lluythcr. her flancee, tele- phoneH that he haH had a call from Kl- dle and will sec him that afternoon. Dick over«leep». Ilowtn drives .Mary to the rendezvous. Kddle Is killed by a car an he crosMes the street. Ho mum- bles about a flv before he dies. Weei-..s pass and INSrPICTOK KANK drops the c«se, bellevhiK Kddle the murderer. When Marv protests, Knn.! tells her both Mil. JUI'iTKK and Dirk believe the same. Leaving the police station Mary meets Bowen. who tells her there Is a race- track KiimbUr called THE FLY to who:n b«r brother owed a large sum of money. The wailc-r's expresEioii remaiiiou inscrutable, Mary thought his eyes held a gleam of interest as ho looked her over carefully, but she could not bo sure. No doubt ho had pfenty of reason to hate the pompous Inspec- tor, and it was clear that he and Bowen were on a friendly footing, "I think maybeâ€" he's dead," he of- i^red after a bit. "Dead? When? How long ago?' Bowen asketl cxcit<'<lly. "Oh, long tiim;. Maybe 10 year," the waiter explained. "Oh," Bowen snorted, "Not this CH.i^PTF.RXlI Mary pave her promi.se readily enough. She was thoroughly angry at Kane anyhow, and grateful to Bowen. Apparently he was the only person besides herself who cared enough to dig up the truth about hev brother's death. Even if his interest was partly selfish, she was grateful to him ju.st the same, in the present sore state of her feelings. If he did not want Kane to know what he was doing, she would gladly comply. Bowen seemed pleased by her trust in him, and his eyes began to glitt<>r with the zeal of the newshound hot on the trail, "I think we're on the track of somo- .Hhing," he told her, "but let me tell you this, my dear girl, before we go Any further â€" if we don't keep our mouths pretty tight shut, we take a chance of getting what Kcldie got. If Tve go after this guy to win, we've got to play a cagey game. How's your nerve?" "I don't know," Mary faltered, "I never tried anything like this before. " "Well, we'll have plenty of time to think of that later." Bowen brushed it away, sorry for having arou.sed her fears. That might be a tactical error. Better leave her in ignorance of the danger, perhaps, or she might weaken and spoil the whole show. "What I want to find out now is â€" " He broke off as the fearsome-looking •waiter came to take their plates away. Bowen sat thoughtfully turning a salt- cellar in his fingers. "Mike," he said, suddenly, sit down a minute, will you?" With an apprehensive glance to- ward the kitchen, Mike sat down bone- lessly on the edge of the chair. Mary became aware of a stale and unpleasant odor as of yesterday's food caught in the folds of his greasy black coat, and radiating from him like an aura. But she did not flinch. If she were going to play Bowen's game she must not show the white feather merely because a waiter ne- glected to wash. "Look hero, iMike," Bowen lowered his voice, "I want to get the lowdown on a crook know as The Fly. Ever hear of him?" Mike thought, then .ihook his head. "You can talk in frjnt of this lady. She's O.K.," Bowen reassured him. "We've got a little private vendetta on, this lady and I. Kane flopped on it, and we're proing out fefter this bird ourselves. That is, if he's still around town. That's where we want you to help us." =*,-' KRAFT €1IEE<$E an economical^ healthful food Rich in vitamins . . . Energy- |irodticiiif; ... An einnomical •uiu-rc of iiiglicst (lualily prolcin . . . fiilly matured . . . Kraft • licedc is a healtliful, Wly- liiiildin;: fiswl. Serve it villi every meal. J4 lb. package* or aliccd from the famous ,'i lb. loaf. I/x)k for the name "Kraft" as the only fMieilive identification of the genuine. Mniif in Cimiula guy! He was very much alive no longer than two weeks ago. Where did you know him? Sure you got the name right? Fly!" He looked about vainly for a t,pecimer of the species by way of illustration. Finding none, he gave an imitation of a soaring in- sect, ending with a fatal .smacking of his palms together, Mike giggled appreciatively. "Sure, sure!" he said. "Where did you ) now him, vip in the Big House?" Mike shook his head. "Would you know him if you saw him? Would he know you?" "Maybe. I dunno." "What was his name? Do you re- member?" Mike considered. "I forgot. Ilis nam? The Fly. That's all I know." "What was he up for, housebreak- ing, or what?" Here the waiter's phlegmatic man- ner broke and he became excited. "You better la.' off that guy, he is a tough egg!" he warned. "Ever- â€" kill anybody?" Bowen asked quietly. "Plenty. Thty not catch him for it. He is smart guy. Good lawyers, lot.sa dough. Yeah!" A depressed silence held his two hearers. Encouraged, Mike continued to build up the man's reputation Though his tone was one of deep scorn, his admiration was plain. It was the humble craftsman praising the artist. "They pull him in two, three times â€" the Deestrict Attorney go for him. They get nothing on nim. They can't hold him. Always he goes free! Ah, 1 e is a bad guy, that one! Yeah!" Bowen stirred, stretched, yawned, gave every evidence of dismissing the subject. Following his lead, Mary withdrew her fascinated gaze from the waiter's sombre counteance, which had gleamed for a few scant moments with genuine emotion, and n.ade preparations to go. Mike jumped up. "Oh, by the way," Bowen called, "you remember what you were talking to me about the other day, Mike? Well, I've got it all fixed for you. Give you a letter in a day or two, and you take it up to Shay and he'll fix you up. Nice place, that 'speak' of his. Got this dump beat a mile." The waiter's face crinkled with pleasure. He bowed rapidly from the waist. "Yeah? Yeah? Good boy! You come up and see me when I am up there." He included Mary in his nod of invitation. Mary smiled. How changed he was, when he was like this, from the gloomy, suspicious man he had seemed at first! Did it matter so much to him, then, just a job in another speakeasy? She ji (Iged this w;is what Bowen had ar- ranged for him. * * * Bowen laid his change on the bill, and handed it to Mike, who refused it handsomely. Bowen insisted. "I'll tell you what you can do Joi- nie, if that's the way you feel," he Haiti. "Keep your ears open up at Shay'.s â€" you're liable to hear some- thing. Shay's is The Fly's old stamp- ing ground, I hear. If he's still in town you'll see him around there, un- less he's hiding out. All I want yen to do is tip uio off if you see him â€" I want to get a look at him sometime." Mike showed signs of distress. "Ever play the horses Mike?" Bowen asked, cuisually. Mike spread his hands. "Some times. No good. I lose much money." "I see you h:ive. Ever hear of ft horse called I.a Mosca?" '•I^ Mosea? The Fly eh?" "You've got the idea." "No, that is a new one." "Never mind. How would you like to go down to the trjuksâ€"when's your day off? FriJay?" Bowen took out his wallet, cxtr.-.cted from it two ten- dollar bills and a five, and shoved them across the table. "I hope the oflice covers me on this. If they don't I'll be around eating off you, Mike, till payday." But Mike was retreating from the proffered money as if it were fire. "Listen, this is on the level!" Bowen protested. "Take it. You don't have to do a thing bi'.t play the horses, and keep your ear paeled." "Y'eah? What I do?" * * * Mike drew the mon-ey toward him, pocketed it in one swift movement, and listened hard. "Find out where The Fly 's. He won't be around the tr.icks, probably, but he's been there lately, and they'll know where to find him. They all know me down there. They wouldn't tell me, and they can smell a die a mile away. But you can nose around and get the lowdown where I'd get the boot and maybe a bullet in the gizzard. See?" Mike nodded. "Also you might find out who owns this La Mosca filly. May be just a hunch of mine, but it strikes me funny You go down, Mike, and I'll be around and buzz, you on it; .see what you find out." "O.K.," said Mike. "And be careful. Remember we haven't got anything on ibis guy â€" yet. But we're going to have. And when we got him we're going to get him right. So watch your step. He thinks he's safe as a church, so you're in no danger, unless your foot slips." There was a moment's pregnant si- lence. Mike turned his back on Mary and leaning toward Bowen poured out a flood of rapid whispering. "Hey, wait â€" take it slow!" Bowen objected. When the snake-like hissing subsided the reporter refaxed and wave<i him away. "Oh, no, no, no!" he answered, "that's all right. Well, see you Sat- urday. Don't forget whai, I told you." The waiter bowed det ply to Mary, in unexpected fashion and scuttleti away. "What did he say?" Mary asked fearfully, unable to restrain her curi- osity. Bowen's left eyebrow jerked quiz- zically. "He was apologi:;ing because he was unable to do the job for us â€" bump him off." (To be Continued) "You bring fearfully. the cops?" he asked Running An Old Sport In the ancient great Greek athletic contest at Olympla the first event was always a foot race, called the stade race, according to Science Ser- vice. It was a dash the length of the stadium and was about twice the length of the 100-meter dash of the modern Olympics. The Greeks regarded the stade race as the oldest contest of the Olympics, and Professor Waited W. Hyde of the University of Pennsylvania, who has studied ancient Greek athletics, found that tho stade race was con- tinued throughout the long series of Olympiads of ancient Greece, Three other races were usual at the na- tional games of Greece, although many varieties of foot races wore de- veloped f.om time to time. There was tha diaulus, or double race, that requires the runners to go from one end of the stadium to the other and back again. This race corresponded roughly to tho quarter mile of modern athletic contests. Tho Greeks also had a long race, or dolichus, probably an outgrowth of tho practice of sending messages by swift runners. This ranged in length from less than a inilo to about three miles. Just as tho marathon today Is a test of onduranco rather than (lentness, so the long races of the ancient Olympiads were for the demonstration of physical fitness rather than speed. •'I am more and more convinced that my husband married inR for my money." "Then you have the con- solation of knowing he's stupid as he looks." not ISSUE No. 33 "No, no, bo! Mike, have I ever pulled a fast one on you? Well, you can trust nK>. You know that." Mike said "Sure, sure," and appear- de reassuifcd. He looked curiously at Mary. "What he do?" he asked inter- este<lly. Bowen looked solemly at Mary. "He did this lady a very great wrong," he said impressively. The strange little man's eyes resteil on her, glittering with interest, Mary felt her cheeks grow warm. What was he thinking, anyhow? Then she reflected that it was probali'y better to let him d'-aw what inference he would than tell him too much about her affairs. "You nol find hiin for Kane?" he asketl suspiciously. "No!" Bowen denied for her. "And if Kane findf out about this, I'll beat your head off! He'd gum the works -if he hasn't done so already." They glamed through the clouded glass <>f the high front windows at a leaden sky which still dripped rain. Thousands o> MOTHERS ARE GRATEFUL " . . 1 wish 1 had known about tliis when 1 raised my first baby," ao many mothers tell us. Fretful, crying babies make mnthera (.row old. Our new Baby Welfare hook lells how to keep >our baby laughing and wellâ€" a joy rather than a care. Write today and it wdl lie mailed to you free. The Bordtn Co. Limited, US (^TOtfii St., Totanl*. Odi. r.Mldrnwii: PlMto MiJ >"' *"• '"P' •' bookWl «DlilU<l "Btby WelUlt. ' Addrtii â- \ agleBra^ ^p^ysi^ Amusing Anecdotes Of Famous People I heard a good Kipling story re- cently about a fancy dress ball where every one had to wear a costume sup- posed to represent the title of a book by a well-known living author. Ono yi ung lady turned up disguised aa an automatic lighter â€" you know, one of those contrapti' .is that never work when you haven't a match. Nobody could guess the answer, so finally, Kipling himself, being present, asked the young lady for a light â€" on the mystery. "Why, Mr. Kiplin,4," she purred. "You ought to know it, for it is one of your own books?" Kipling gave it up. "The Light That Failed," cried the girl triumphantly. • • • • Peeps at celebrities from behind the "movie" camera â€" by Charles Pe- den, noted cameraman in "Newsreel Man": "Calvin Coolidge is about the best movietone subject among public mon in America. You cat. get him to do anything." "President Hoover is very human and sincere, but he finds it difficult to put over a speech. He can't speak six words without looking at his i.otes." • « 4' « Among the kings: "Most of the kings make good news- reel subjects. Alfonso, late of Spain, is the best." "King George has made several vjl- untary interviews but his doctor for- bids him to stand bareheaded for any length of time. This i.iterferes with an effective personality shot." • « • • Some More. "King Victor Em- manuel, of Italy, insists that all film s' ots of him be made from a distance. It is said that he feels his short sta- ture does not make him seem very im posing or regal on the screen." "Newsreel men who photograph Emperor Hir>hito, of Japan, must wear formal afternon dress with cut- away and striped trouses, and must back away bowing from his presence. Hirohito is the only man in the world who demands this." Among European statesmen, Mus- solini is the "best performer" declares Peden. "He can always '>e depended on to deliver a vigorous speech xtem- poraneously, and pictorially he is ideal." Ramsay MacDonald is known to newsreel men particularly "as the firsl English cabinet minister to ad- mit them to that Holy of Holies, the Cabinet Chamber at 10 Downing St.' "Lloyd George is a good subject, but he would rather tell the micro- phone about his ducks than about politics." "President von Hindenburg, of Ger- many is a poor speaker, no doubt owing to his age, and is most at ease before the camera when surrounded by children." « « • * 'Mahatma Gandhi is a tough old bird. He thinks he ' ; a pretty hot sub- ject, but he is testy and cranky to deal with." "Thomas Edison was the only in- ventor who ever did a really good performance for the movies." "The Prince of Wales is rather shy before the microphone, but he ranks as one of the most popular newsreel subjects." "Editors concede that the late Sir Conan Doyle was the smoothest and pleasantest speaker they had ever heard on the screen, while lovable Sir Jrmes Barrie's voice was the poorest." * • • « "George Bernard Shaw was a hard man to ..'in over" says Peden. "Ever averse to movies he resisted for a Ion;; time all solicitations to perform. It was only after he had witnessed a 'ovietone of Mussolini that he agreed to pose and then he insisted upon di- recting the making of the subject. "1 can do bctor than he' was his char- acteristic observation concerning II Duce's film. He made the subject ft his cottage in Codicote, England, and after "eeing his speaking likeness in the projection room later, he cried, 'Wonderful! You may release that to the entire world!' " • • • • On his trip around the world â€" which he made in company with the y( ung Marquis of Clydesale, Scot- land's "Fightii.g Marquis" â€" Eddie Eagan, amateur heavyweight boxinjr champion, a gentleiu. n, and a Uhodcs scholar from Y'alo, was entertained at Delhi, India, by Field Mar.-hal Sii- William Birdwood. "Know hU about you Eagan," said the Field Marshal when Eddie was ntroduced to him. "My nephew wrote m .'," 4 • * « For the life of him, Eagan couldn't recall Sir William's nephew, and, em- barrassed, stammered out some "clum.sy generalism." "You ought to remember him," said the Field Marshal. "Y'ou knocked him out in one round at Oxford." "You must find it inconvenient in traveling to have to apologize for the people whom you have knocked out." added Lady Birdwood, who (chuckles Eagan in "Fighting fjr Fun" â€" a book worthy of its write.- and his splendid record), "enjoyed my discomfiture immensely." Lowest Price in 15 Years iwllillllll atz - ii\ Fresh ^rom the Gardens'' Among the Shan Hills of Burma We were scrambling and pushing through the scrub Jungle In searc.'i of the promised view. Branches of leafless trees and the twisted snaky stems of dry creepers sprawled across the track; our feet crunched sharply on the huge teak leaves, brown and brittle. But every here and there an early creeper splashed a trail of vivid green across the brown, and many of the forest trees were glossy with the dark shining green of new leaves. From the bar- ren looking ground there sprang In sudden glory lovely peach-pink lilies on their tall Juicy stalks. Mingled with the clear bird calls wai che shrilling of cicadas from chs lo%\er hill slopes, and now and again came the oft-repeated confidential "tauk too" of the big spotted tree lizard peculiar to Burma. Then, without previous warning of the change, we came suddenly on an outcrop of hlacli rocks, grer.t boul- ders filing down on the el;e of the height and putting out Into space. Here, spread out in dreamy loveli- ness below us, and itrBcohins far away Into a dim and infinlt"; distance, lay the wide wooded vallev, touched| here and there with blue cloud sfia-j dows, blu.'fed and soft. On eitherj yide it sloped upward to a ridje ot: hW's. while leyond agaii rosa fur- ther hills, apui upon wooded spur, \'Uh hidden Ji'.eys betwaeri, till the haze of distance merged them into the sky. The sun was bright and hot. drawing delicious scents from the semitropical Jungle, but a cooli wind, sharply sweet, blew strongly across the eastern hills. Far below us the curling mountain road wound itself snakelike round the curves of, the hill, varying In color with the strata of the earth, now deeply red,! now brown. Along it one or two' climbing cars crawled slowly, like wandering beetles. A mile or two further up â€" whence we had come â€" it reached the pine belt and became stony and white, with a thick cov- ering of the red needles on either side. There the whole air was fra- grant with the scent of them, balmy and sweet, bringing with it memo- ries of a cool and temperate land. sellers" used to shock our grand- parents, was eccentric in her diess and habits, and often very disagree- able into the bargain. Her passion *â-  r dogs â€" she treated them better than she did her friends â€" io evidencad by the remark:; she made upon hear- ing from a friend that a dog given her by the novelist had caused g^reat trouble. "What has happened?" asked Guida, "He has bitten one of my chilarc-i severely." Heavens! How you frightened me! 1 i! cught s<;mething had gone wrong with the dog." Boats of Cane A traveller once told How to an inland water slanting; come Slim boats of cane from rivers of Cathay, With trembling mast so slight, It seemed God made them with a hand of air To sail upon His light; And there Soft they unload a jar of jade and gold In the cold dawn when birds are dumb, And then away. And speak no word and seelt no pay .A.way they steal And leave no ripple at the keel. So the tale is writ; And now, remembering you, I think ot it. â€" Geoffrey Scott, in "Poems " SOON MENDED The wireless novice's apparatus refu-sed to work, and an expert neigli- bour was called in, "Have you tried putting a six- pence under the valve setting?" he suggested. The adjustment was made, and the novice listened again. For a mom- ent there was silence. Then .1 voice was heard. "Aberdeen calling." 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