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"All right, all right, we‘li move on." Reluctantly he gave instruction to drivâ€" er Carter, after telling Constable Higâ€" gins to follow behind in the police car, "Not so long when life is at stake," remarked Matthews. "Perhaps I‘d betâ€" ter warn you that it is quite likely you‘ll be wanted most of the day and you might as well spend it here as at the station." "Can‘t something be done to expedite our release from this intolerable conâ€" dition?" asked the commercial traveller. "Sorry, Mr. Young, I‘m doing my best." ‘"We could get refreshments in the town." "This will cost me money as well as time, you know. Hang it all. we must have been delayed the best part of an hour." Considering the delay and inconâ€" venience to which they were subjected, the passengers had behaved very rea. sonably. It was hardly to be wondered at, however, that they should begin tc grumble at being forced to wait while the unconventional investigation proâ€" ceeded. Sergeant MATTHEWS, patrolling the roads in a polic¢e car, comes upon the stationary bus and takes charge of the case. He is a traffic specialist, unfamiâ€" liar with serious crime. Impressed by Morrison Sharpe‘s grasp of the situaâ€" tion, he allows the puzzleâ€"solver to sit by him during the roadside interrogaâ€" tion of passengers, and to make sugâ€" gestions. He permits Sharpe also to seo the search of the dead man‘s poskets. Among the contents is a fine diamond necklace. admits to having been in gaol. GREGOR GARDOPOULOS, a Levenâ€" tine importer of dried fruits. HUNTLEY YOUNG, a commercial traâ€" veller. Mr. and Mrs. WYLLIE, a farmer and his wife. AGATHA HANSON, a dour, middleâ€" aged spinster. From the beginning, Sharpe takes a keen interest in the occurrence, and he has a vague impression that there was another passenger. Those on the bus at the time of the tragedy are:â€" CARTER, the driver. WITHERS, the conductor. CALEB WAINWRIGHT, the man whe was killed. MORRISON SHARPE, a mildly eceenâ€" tric little man whose dominating inâ€" terest in life is solving puzzlesâ€"chess problems, crossâ€"words and the like. JERRY TUCKLEY, a schoolboy. JOHN SMITH, who when interrogated SYNOPSI Travelling from Colso ough to Neth- erton, a country bus develops engine trouble and backâ€"fires several times. Under cover of one of these explosions a male passenger is shot dead with a pistol. (Now Read On) CHAPTER V. EVERY BULLET HAS ITS BILLET CANADIAN GENERAL ELECTRIC CO., Limited FOR BETTER LIGHT â€" BETTER SO much depends upon good eyeâ€" sight that you are wise to choose Edison Mazda Lamps and obtain the best light possible. s Second thoughts may not always be the best, but they undoubtedly grow into effective extensions. The police Consternation reigned when the deci.â€" sion was revealed. As usual Smith was the loudest grouser, but Morrison Sharpe was smiling almost with satisâ€" faction. ‘"That," he told his new fftiend, "is exactly what I should do if I were in your shoes." M e O poul couts * dut *A “B-â€"but Sergeant, the delay has been serious enough alâ€"" ‘"Don‘t argue. Get a move on!" The engine was ticking over erraticâ€" ally, but it appeared to be capable oi doing its work reasonably well. The motorist smiled and went off. Reflectively Matthews watched the car until it was out of sight. Shortly afterâ€" wards Carter announced that he was ready to proceed. "Then reverse into that field and turn back to where we started from," Matâ€" thews said surprisingly. # Several vehicles had passed from time to time. The next that came along was halted and the driver promised to deâ€" liver a message. "What‘s the trouble?" asked the man. "Magneto," retorted the officer. "We‘ve helped a bit." "Sure I can‘t do anything?" "Only set the minds of the old folks at home at rest." ‘"Mag seems all out of order," Carter reported. ‘"Much of a job to put right?" ‘"More‘n I can manage, though I can fix it up good enough to take us alon: slowly." "Shall I send for assistance?" "Not necessary, though now you menâ€" tions it, sergeant, it would do us a bit of good if it was known that we‘re comâ€" ing in crippled. With the bus so late there‘s likely to be a great deal of anxiâ€" ety, especially if anybody is waiting to meet people coming off at Netherton." vViAl, ANZ s John Smith started to fume, m fact there was aâ€"general tendency to be irritated by this new mishap. Matâ€" thews went to investigate and once more the squad car stood by, like a little tug keeping guard over a giant liner. Evicdently the trouble was cumulative, for after proceeding for about halfâ€"aâ€" mile they came to a stop and Carter clambered down and opened the bonnet. A moment later he had got out a bag of tools and was busily tinkering about the interior. t "Heavens above," Matthesws said, with a start, ‘"is that the banging you spoke about? No wonder a solitary pisâ€" tol shot was almost unnoticed." "O think it is rather worse than beâ€" fore,: although it was bad enough." and the little procession moved Netherâ€" tonwards. Sergeant Matthews and Morrison Sharpe sat together talking over the case, both having acquired a liking and respect for cach other. "Crack!" throbbed from the exhaust "Crack! Crack! Crack!" OUT OF HIS ELEMENT (Copyright) Les||e arcg| ‘"Certainly not. It depends on the position of the victim at the time." "He was in that seat, sir," Matthews said, pointing. ‘‘*No doubt. But he may have been facing directly to his front, halfâ€"turned or stooping." ‘"M‘m, accident? Sure he is dead?" "Come and see for yourself." Silence again fell as the newcomer pushed his way between the seats to the smoking compartment. Deftly he made a preliminary examination, then opened the waistcoat of the unfortunate Caleb Wainwright. ‘"How did this happen?" "That needs to be found out. What about your report?" "This requires a postâ€"mortem. But without ‘being too certain, I can give you something to go on." "Nonâ€"technical, if you don‘t mind." Dr. Saunders nodded. "Death apâ€" pears to be due to a bullet wound fired at fairly close quarters. Suicide unâ€" likely. There is no b‘xming of the clothing or skin. Point of entry beâ€" tween the third and fourth ribs, slopâ€" ing right and upwards. I should say the heart was pierced. H‘m, he‘d died instantaneouslyâ€"or almost so." "Could you say from what direction the bullet came?" "What is it?" he asked briskly. "Drunk in charge? Do you want me to mark a chalk line on the road?" Dashing outside he stood in the midâ€" dle of the road waving his arms until a small twoâ€"seater pulled up. From it emerged a cheerfulâ€"looking young man, who greeted the officer with a smile of recognition. ‘‘More serious than that, doctor. A dead man." Before the plan could be put into cperation Constable Higgins called out from the doorway called out that a car coming from Netherton looked like that of Dr. Saunders. ‘"‘The police surgeon," Matthews ex.â€" plained hurriedly. "Still it might be desirable to search among the trees. Who knows what we mtlay find." late. While we went on he could have got miles away." ‘‘The case of the missing passenger, whom I do not regard as imaginary, is singuarly intriguing," the speaker went on. "Consider him again as the posâ€" sible culprit. Notice the ease with which he could Have slipped out of the emergency exitâ€"or even walked out with the rest. That little copse beside the road offers a first chance of cover." "I‘d noticed it," agreed the Sergeant bitterly. "But I should have thought of that in the first place. Now it is too Matthews listened intently, oblivious of the angry crowd which no longer tried to conceal its communal annoyâ€" ance at the enforced detention. Nothing loth, the little man began. Already he had peculiar advantages, naving heard the evidence of the other passengers, which he could add to his personal experience. Warming to his subject he mentioned several theories, smashed them to nothingness, weighed facts and introduced interesting possiâ€" bilities. "I‘ve already said you should be in the force, sir." "You flatter me." "Not at all? But I am going to do now.‘" "In what way?" . " By suggesting you talk over the inâ€" cident and point out any conclusion you arrive at." "You astonish me, Sergeant, really you do," said Mr. Sharpe mildly. "Allow me to recommend the crime films as an extraâ€"mural detective course. Come out a quarter of an hour before the conâ€" clusion and work out the finish for yourself." "Afraid I haven‘t time to waste on light entertainment.‘" "Oh, no, I go to the cinema fairly often. Some of the mystery films are very good indeed." "Pity the poor motorist!" murmured Morrison Sharpe. "Do they usually get put through the third degree?" ‘"You‘ve been taking lessons from that gaolâ€"bird." "Then it can be held a neglect of duty that I refused to summon immeâ€" diate assistance. Suppose the guilty party has been given an opportunity to get clear away who do you think will get the blame? Me! How have I hanâ€" dled this case? Like a motoring ofâ€" fenceâ€"all names and addresses and tapeâ€"measure business, more or less." "I suppose," he confided to Sharpe, "that the proper thing to have done would have been a close search of the immediate locality." ‘"You needn‘t reproach yourself, Serâ€" geant. With the force at your comâ€" mand an, intensive investigation was out of the question." officer had been able to collate several facts, with useful results. Also he had remembered things that had escaped particular notice previously. Not havâ€" ing concentrated on purely detection work his methods had naturally lacked the finesse of the expert. Some of the omissions he at once proceeded to recâ€" tfi;} Manager of the Timmins Branch of the Mutual Life Assurance Company of Canada. A report of the Annual Meetâ€" ing of the Policyholders held at the head office at Waterioo on February l 4th appears in toâ€"day‘s issue. "Ask permission. Tell ‘em they‘ll get away quicker. Appeal to their sense of justice." Unexpectedly the passengers were more amenable than might be supposed. Pockets were turned out, and what litâ€" tle baggage they carried was laid out for inspection. Higgins came to run rather inexperienced hands over the men, but Mrs. Wyllie scowled at him so fiercely that he passed her hurriedly and carefully averted his eyes from Miss Hanson. "Hardly, unless you‘re keen on the accident theory. Seems too far fetched to my way of thinking. Motorists don‘t go firing guns like cowboys making whoopee. Save that idea until last. Have you frisked this crowd?" "Good lord, no! That would put the tin lid on it." "I‘ll take vou on trust then. There was a question about the possibility of the bullet having been fired from a passing car. My answer must be nonâ€" committal. It could happen, though not as a matter of deliberate intent." "So I have concluded. Deliberate aim would have been quite out of the question. Not much object in followâ€" ing up that line of inquiry, sh?" ‘"More often than not. However, as I understand you‘ve been of great help.‘ "Invaluable!" hastily â€" interjected Matthews. "Not at all, doctor. Sergeant Matâ€" thews has just been explaining a few things I did not quite appreciate. Amaâ€" teurs, perhaps, are out of place in these affairs." But the doctor thought better of his hasty action. Before getting as far as his car, he decided to find out more about what had transpired. Bustling back he favoured Mr. Sharpe with a critical look. "Don‘t want to be unâ€" pleasant," he said, his habitual sense of good humour partially restored. "Eviâ€" dently I got hold of the wong end of the stilck." "Not your fault, sir. I‘ll stand the blame. Dr. Saunders is only acting as he thinks best. Laymen are unwelcome as a rule because they are inclined to be nuisance. You haven‘t been one, though I‘ll admit that if I had carried out my duty you would have beeft severely squashed in the first place. Anâ€" otherâ€"black mark won‘t count." ‘"Dear me, perhaps I‘d better retire." "Leave that to me, sir," retorted Matâ€" thews grimly. "If I‘m not ordered to turn in my uniform it‘ll be a miracle." "Something like that, Mr. Sharpe. There are regulations which are supâ€" posed to be strictly adhered to . . . and I‘ve driven a horse and cart through the whole lot of them already." "What a pity that I am the cause of getting you into trouble." " WHOSE IS THIS?" Mr. Morrison Sharpe was hurt. Runâ€" ning up against the niceties of profesâ€" sional etiquette was outside the scope of his experience. "Because you‘re not entitled to wear a uniformy, sir," exclaimed the Sergeant. "Neither is he, unless I am mistaken." "It is a matter of lucus standi." "I see. Then an outsider has no right to interfere, even though his advice may ‘be of the utmost value." "Such an apparently pleasant man," he remarked. "Why did he fiy off at a tangent like that?" Without another word he marched stiffly back to his car. ‘"‘That," seaid the sorelyâ€"tried Serâ€" geant Matthews softly, "has most cer. tainly torn it." Saunders shut up like an oyster. The cheery expression had entirely vanâ€" ished, ‘"My statement will be given in the proper quarter," he cxclaimed tartâ€" "Please excuse me. Puzzles of al)l kinds interest me. ITâ€"erâ€"solve them as a hobby." from there, although the man would have had to have been standing, otherâ€" wisse the directional effect could not have been rising." He was pointing to the window that John Smith had opened during the journey. "Could the weapon have been fired from a passing car?" interposed Mr. Sharpe, who had been lounging unobâ€" served at the partition. ‘"‘Eh, Who‘s this?" snapped the doctor. "It‘s all right, sir," the Sergeant exâ€" plained. ‘"The gentlieman has been very helpful to me in my investigations." "Then what the deuce do you mean by butting in." "I am afraid I have no official standing at all, doctor." "I‘ve nothing beyond this handbag,‘ The little man gestured deprecatingly "Doesn‘t look like a police officer to AD‘ANCE. TIMMINS, ONTaARtO "After strapping down the bags T called a boy and instructed him to have them fetched for dispatch by train, as I dislike beirg cumbered with heavy luggage. Some immediate neâ€" cressities I placed in the small grip I have with me here. "A man came and fetched the big stuff and I tipred him. Then I went Beginring with a show of hesitation, Mr. Young settled into his stride and it was astonishing to find with what detail he could recount his adventures. ‘"First of all," he began, "I folded up my table napkin. No, that isn‘t correci. I just flung it in a heap or the table. The waiter came to ask my room nunâ€" rer so that the meal could be booked against my name. Telling him I should be leaving, I went upstairs to the bedâ€" room to finish packing. "Nâ€"Nc, not exactly." Again they were up against that snag of failure to obâ€" serve the obvious. "Thank you. T want to take you back to the beginnirg. Do you mind describâ€" ing your actions since breakfast, withâ€" out hesitating over details. Take it easy ard naturally. The brain works more efficiently like that,. Please don‘t interrupt, any of you, while he is speaking." t "So far as I‘m concerned." Thé serâ€" geant turned towards Dr. Saunders as if seeking corfirmation. "But, of course, he need not answer you unless he wishes." "I think I reco‘l»ct now," he observed. "Mind you I di:ln‘t look behind, but I‘m positive there was a man came aboard when the rush occurred back in Colborough. He hsd a carrier tucked urder his arm. While I was making myself comfortable he must have chosen a seat at the kack and I‘m posiâ€" tive he didn‘t alight en route." "May I question this gentleman?" Morrison Sharpe asked. ci his mind was the dim notion of anâ€" other presence. The case provided the resessary stimiulation. "Can you swear to that?" demared Matthews excitedly. Hunilley Yourg, as if anxious to make amends for unwittingly laying a fairsc trail with his cvercoat, had something to impart. As Mr. iSharpe had argued, memory had been playing strange tritcks with him. In the locked recesses Regretfully handing the case to Conâ€" stable Higgins, the sergeant ordered Aat it should be gnarded with great care., "That satisfies me about one thing," he mertioned. "There was anâ€" other passenger, and this is what ne left behind." The little man obyed the instructions of the sergeant. To do so he had to tug fairly hard, for it had been wedged securely in the cleft. THE LOCKED BAG Matthews fumbled with the catch, kut the stout lock him. Finally be gave it up with an expression of disgust and disappointment. "This will have to go to headquarters as it is," he stated. "I haven‘t the authority to force the fastening. Not that it would be a simple matier if I had." ‘"More likely 1@ packet of lunch sandâ€" wiches," growled thke doctor. This was an evident truth, for the tough hide was intended to afford proâ€" teciticn. Stamped on theh.side.were the initials, "B.T.E." in giltâ€"â€"faded gilt, beâ€" cause indubitably it hiad been well used. Shaking the bag did help muchn. except to show ‘hat there was a subâ€" stantial packirg. "Papers," Matthews thought. "Like treasury notes, bonds and seâ€" curities," Morrison Sharpe suggested. "A fortuine." Morrison Sharpe followed his exâ€" ample, not without some physical disâ€" comfort occasioned by the awkward posture. Rising slowly he slithered into the vacant seat and let his arm hang downwards. "Look at that," he demonâ€" strated. ‘"The owner could sit in reaâ€" sonable comfort with the bag out of sight and still keep a grasp on it. Now what about a glimpse of the contents. "Hand it over. We know exactly how it was placed." Matthews bent down, peering curiâ€" ously. "This seems to have one. I can seeâ€" the buckle," he reported. "It it reminiscent of an oversized lady‘s handbag," Saunders observed. "And intended to be handled in much the same wal. Civil servants often have have them. So do insurance agents and bank officials. Occasionally there is a strap to go round the arm as an addiâ€" tional precaution." Higgins made a stooping move as if to pick it up. "Wait a moment," warned his colleague. "First we‘ll take a mental photograph of the situation of the obâ€" ject. ‘That might come in useful. What do you think of it, doctor?" "Not my place to make suggestions." "Nor mine," Mr. Sharpe exclaimed. "HAut I must say that it is put down very much as might be done by a careâ€" ful person who had no wish to nurse it, or tuck it under his arm as is usually done in carrying." "Too far from where he was sitting," he pointed out. Morrison Sharpe immediately dis« agreed. Nobody answered. The passengers shook their heads one by one and then turned to stare suspiciously at their neighbours. All at once the whole atâ€" mosphere had changed. Innocent though the article appeared it began to take on some sinister slgnmcance ‘"‘The dead man‘s," somebody sugâ€" gested halfâ€"heartedly. ‘"Whose is this case?" asked the ser. geant, pointing to a leather bag such as business men use for carrying portant documents. She tossed her head. "Poison! Cyanide of potassium, 1 gather. Symptoms are typical: Obâ€" serve the characteristic blue tinge of the lips. Must have taken place while you were attending to the first victim. "I wasn‘t there," snapped Matthews. "When the passengers were." correctâ€" ed the doctor. Try The Advance Want Advefim;fits "Clear case of suicide, presumably?" "On the face of it, yes!" "Then all that remains is for me to report to the coroner‘s officer. Higgins had better remain on â€"guard while the ambulance is sent for. Same weapon, Hiks disappointed expression belied the words. "Murder and suicide" reduced the case to a mere sordid matter of a coroner‘s inquest. ~ _For the secord time that morning Dr. Saunders pronounced a monosyllabic "Another stiff," pronounced Matâ€" thews callously. "So he didn‘t get far after all. Taken the easiest way out, I suppose. Well, it simplifies matters for the police." As cover for a fugitive from justice, it could serve only for a brief period of time. Matthews knew at once that an early search must have brought quick results, for there was little hiding space. Resting against the bole of a huge elm, whose branches spread a thick pall cf green above, they found the man. At first glance he might have been asleep, but there wasâ€"no motion as the cautious tric approached. CHAFPTER SEVEN DEATH IN THE SHADOWs By contrast with the bright sunshine cutside it was darkly Blcomy beneath the trees. Underfcot was a tangle of briars interspersed with ‘straggling bracken. Beech, elm and a sprinkling of firs comprised the bulk of the major growth. It was one of thogse haphazard coppices that are to be seen dotted about England, apparently . relics of once larger woods. In extent this one might have been un .about an acreâ€" not more. Matthews pulled down his tunic imâ€" paticntly. "Come along," he said; "let‘s get on." "You study the courts as well?" murâ€" mureg Dr. Saunders. ‘‘Naturally! Any kind of puzzle ap~â€" peals to me." "Blessed is he that _ expects little," came the quctation. "Oneâ€"could indulge in a little guesswork, however." "Such as?" xc "It‘s a handy place toâ€" hide the weapon, although that is a â€" matter criminals cften neglect to do.: Usually they carry it about until caught, when it is produced as damning evidence against them. So my reading of faâ€" mous cases leads me to believe." "Chess mostly," explained the little man, almost apologetically. "It teaches yeu to thirk anead, not only of yourâ€" self but also vour opposition." _ "Then perhaps you can work out the next move," ftetorted Saunders, with gentle irony. â€" "Personally I should search that littie copse." "Very well, if you say so. I‘m not goâ€" irg to neglect any of your ideas. What do you expect to find?" "Good work!" grunted the : doctor. "SBergeant Matthews was right. How do you do it?" C hi â€" ts EBeyond that, retmembrance would not function. But by thus neatly probing they had the nearest approach to corâ€" rcocration they were likely to get. “Well thexe was the market couf)le bavirg a bit of a struggle as they tried to squeezs down the gangway side by side. It was mildly comic. Close behind them was a tallish man wearing a soft felt hat . .. By jove, cf course that was the stranger who never got off." "Go on! How was he dressed?" ‘"Neatly and in good taste. Dark grey suit, perhaps, or it might have been brown. Let me seeâ€"a wirg collar. There was a parcel under his arm. Fassing me he . . . " "Bure of that last pceirt?" "Positive! That was the last I saw of him, consciously at any rate." "Would you care to recall what you observed?" Mr. Sharpe said gently "No forcing, please." "Quite so! Not very irtently, I‘m afraid." m oL "On the way to the Market Place 1 bought tobacco and a newspaper. The bus was already in its place, although according to my watch there were 12 minutes to wait. Just as I was getting on a number cf people ‘followed beâ€" ind .;." > At this point the listeners betrayed so unmistakable an interest that the speaker was temporarily thrown off his theme. He had to consentrate. "Yesâ€" I picked a suitable qeatâ€"and that is about all." "Except that you idly took account of the other people who were taking their places," prompted Mr. Sharpe. downstairs, paid my, bill, sand <strolled into the town, Aavirg previously deâ€" cided to procord to Netherton by bus as of more interest than going by rail. suppose?" "No!" "What?". The sergeant shouted with Write for Fry Recipe Book, sent free. Madern ways to use Cocea and Checslate, Fryâ€"Cadbury Ltd., (To be continued) so gocd. We spent $24 for two suits of pure woollen underwear in Montreal and then went to Cochrane, Ont., the farthest north we.could get by train. The thermometer was 26 beâ€" low on our arrival and our‘ right ear was frostâ€"bitten in the twoâ€"minute walk from station to notel. But the worst part of the trip was we couldn‘t manâ€" ‘age to spend all of the $500." The syndicate is capitalized at 3500 units of $10 par, with 1367 remaining in the treasury.«Head office is locatea at Matheson, Ont., and H. V. Cartâ€" wright is trustee. Diamond Drilling Now in Progress at Lightning Arga A total of 1050 feet of diamond drillâ€" ing completed in November, 1936, on a 24â€"inch quartz vein is reported to have shown consistent values over good widths. A 35â€"foot test pit was sunk on the vei non surface where it shows some coarse gold. As soon as funds are available, it is planngd to carry out an additicnal 1000 feet of diamond drilling to further test the vein. "And the following year, once more on a cold winter night, the same editor called us up once again and said, "Bosâ€" ton folks are kicking at this zero weaâ€" ther. ‘Come into the cffice tomorrow, draw $500, go as far north as you can get and write some stories about weaâ€" ther that is really cold." Garrison Development â€" Syndicate holds 10 claims, four of which are patented, located east of Amca Gold Mires in the southeast corner of Garâ€" rison tcwnship, Lightring River area. The proparty is 23 miles from Matheson by road. 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