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) *3 % Tess MONDAY, PEBRUVARY SYNOPSIS Travelling from Colborough to Nethâ€" erton, a country bus develops engine trouble and backâ€"fires several times. Under cover of one of these explosions a male passenger is shot with a pistol. Those on the bus at the time of tragedy are:â€" CARTER, the driver. WITHERS, the conductor. CALEB WAINWRIGHT the man who was killed. MORRISON SHARPE, a mildly eccenâ€" tric little man, whose dominating inâ€" terest in life is solving puzzlesâ€"chess problems, crossâ€"words and the like. JERRY TUCKLEY, a schookboy. JOHN SMITH, who, when interrogated, admits to having been in gaol. . GREGOR GARDOPOULOS, a Levanâ€" _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, Shrape takesc a keen interest in the occurrence and he has a vague impression that there was another passenger. Sergeant MATTHEWS, patrolling the roads in a police car, comes upon the stationary bus and takes charge of the case. He is a traffic specialist, unfaâ€" miliar with serious crime. Impressed by Morrison Shrape‘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 see the search of the dead man‘s pickâ€" ets. Among the contents is a fine diaâ€" mond necklace. Before the bus leaves the point at which the shooting occurs, Sharpe sugâ€" gests a search in the coppice running alongside the road. He and Matthews and a police doctor, who had arrived, have hardly begun to look for footprints when they come upon the body of a man. There is obvious evidence that he has died from cyanide The doctors considers that the man comâ€" mitted suicide while Matthewsâ€"wasâ€"inâ€" terrogating the passengers. ._The inquest discloses that the suicide was JOHN WINSLOW, a defaulting bank clerk, wanted by the police. He was not connected with the murder. He, the mysterious "missing‘"‘ passenger happened to be on the bus, and, realizâ€" ing that he would be interrogated by the police, slipped away and committed suicide in a state of panic. Inquiries now turn to Gardopoulos, Although discouraged by superintenâ€" dent MAXLEY, who is now in charge of the case, Sharpe contrives to attach himself to the police officers detailed to visit the Levantine merchant. Simply guide the clothes over the rollerâ€"irons shirts, dresses, ruffied curtains, etc., in less than half the time taken by hand. Phone the Beatty Store now for a demonstration and see the beautiâ€" ful finish on clothes ironed on a Beatty Ironer. THE PRICE IS _REASONABLE from Let Your Washer Do $ ag # a 4# EP up. WHY HESITATE? DO IT NOW ! The New Beatty Ironing Attachment Fits Any Make of Washer In the interview Gardopoulos admits that he knew Wainwright who was anm Australian. His story is that Wainâ€" wright wanted to sell him stolen goods but he would have nothing to do with the <proposal. â€" Consequently Wainâ€" wright followed him to Colborough and boarded the bus after him, but they did not speak. The story told by Huntâ€" ley. Young, the commercial traveller, is being proven false, but the man can aot be found. "Maybe soâ€"maybe not. For instance, our mislaid acquaintance, Mr. Young came the whole way, didn‘t he, Withâ€" ers?" "Well. it doesn‘t matter now. Beâ€" tween here and Netherton was the cruâ€" cial part of the journey." Mr. Sharpe sighed ostentatiously. "A pity," he murmured, "that psychoâ€"anâ€" alysis isn‘t included in the training of police officers. If it was, you‘d have spotted he was lying when he described his morning for our benefit on the occasion of that little memory test." "It seemed to me a very fine feat." "Too fineâ€"like a man inventing a pretty little yarn with plenty of ideal colour." "You seemed satisfied at the time?" "I was, Sergeant . . . I was. Anâ€" other example of taking things for granted. Besides we weren‘t interested in the initial stages. Our intention was to prompt his brain to function over the more important parts of the jourâ€" ney. We did that all right. Since then I‘ve done a bit of thinking, and what conclusion do youthink L haveâ€" reachâ€" ead?" "The Lord only knows." "It is that the attempt at telling a plausible tale failed. The Golden Lion Now Read On) RECONSTRUCTING THE CRIME | Maxley looked blank. "I didn‘t know that." "Oh, yes. Half an hour‘s run is missâ€" ing. There‘s a wait in Netherton of fifteen minutes. The conductor started. ‘"Why, so he did, sir. I revcollect him getting on." "Why didn‘t you say so before?" Matâ€" thews asked. "Because nobody asked me, Serâ€" geant." ~"But he told me he stayed the night at Netherton." Maxley interrupted testily. "Are you pretending to have made all this out by psychoâ€"analysis?" is near the Market Place, so he would have been looking at it while waiting for the bus to fill up. That is no doubt the reason he chose it. That little bit about the waiter asking for the room number for, the purpose of booking the breakfast was a flagrant impossibility" and by resort to one other useful faculty." (Copyright) The superintendent muttered an imâ€" polite expletive. ‘"You sit down where you were last Tuesday and we‘ll talk some more. Who was nearest you?" "John Smithâ€"immediately behind." "TI‘ll take his place and Matthews will act for Young." The prepared cushions were carefully disposed just as Withers annoum:ed it was time to be on the move. A moment later they were sweeping out in the tracks of the illâ€" fated expedition of a week previously. At intervals they halted, going through the pantomine of adcepting fresh arrivals or putting down people, as nearly as these incidents could be recalled. "Using my eyes. Oh, yes, and someâ€" thing else; my tongue. You see, they don‘t employ waiters at the Golden Lionâ€"only waitresses." Sometimes Mr. Sharpe was able to indicate a stopping place the conducâ€" tor had forgotten. . He was keenly alert. Having been one of the party he was able to visualize more than the police officers, and several things ocâ€" curred to him from time to time. ‘;CIap your hands to indicate the ocâ€" casion of the shot," directed the officer. "The control sir?" he repeated, in reâ€" sponse to a question. "For the magâ€" neto, you mean? Here it is; on the steering column."‘ One of them was the consistently stiff back Oof the driver. Previously he had kept stocping down. Now he was like a ramrod. But there was no popâ€" ping on this ococcasion. "I suppose," mused Mr. Sharpe, "he was trying to adjust the control." At the approprite time this gruesome reminder was forthcoming, and almost immediately Carter slowed down acâ€" cording to his instruction. There was the little copse on the near side, and the spot where they had carried Caleb Wainwright. "Now," exclaimed the superintendent "we‘ll see what we shall see." Mr. Sharpe was cutside before anyâ€" body, peering into the driver‘s cab. The cthers took no notice of him, although Carter looked somewhat perturbed. "Then why did you keep stooping Nast week?" Carter lost countenance. He jerked his head to make sure they were alone. "For God‘s sake, sir, keep that to yourâ€" self. ‘â€"it wasn‘t anything to do with the murder." "Nor the engine trouble?" "To be strictly honest it wasn‘t. Here I‘ll show yeu if you promise not to say anything." "Now, my man, you know I can‘t do that. Justice must be served." "Ithen I‘ll not tell." Without further ado Mr. Sharpe leaned in at the open door. From the ground his head was hardly higher than the driver‘s knees, so there was no necessity for him to stoop to see the little cupboard let into the scuttle. Unâ€" ceremoniously pushing aside a leg that sought to interpose, he pressed back the catch and peered inside. "Tutâ€"tut.‘" he said reprovingly. cught to be ashamed of yourself." Harry Carter hung his head. "I supâ€" pose I ought," he agreed. "But I‘m not really." "Very ingenious," commented his per.â€" secutor. "But also very reprehensible" "No sir. If I didn‘t suffer so dreadâ€" ful with the spasms I wouldn‘t do it." "What a very unoriginal excuse. Dicâ€" kens attributed it to one of his characâ€" ters, although I imagine it was old then." "Promise you won‘t ‘let on, sir!l My job wouldn‘t last five minutes, if it was known." "On my honour, sirâ€"right now." A bright object went sailing through the air, to drop with a tinkle of breaking glass in the farâ€"side hedgerow. CHAPTER XI. PISTOLS FROM BELGIUM Matthews found the revolverâ€"a fiveâ€" chambered affair such as are sold for a few francs in Belgian gunshops. It looked very clean and spickâ€"andâ€"span to be lying there after all those days. One wondered instinctively how it came to be overlooked in the extensive search that had been carried out, but among ifallen leaves it could have passed unâ€" noticed. "Under one condition; that you desâ€" troy that, er. gadget and substitute a less picturesque treatment for those, er, spasms." The illâ€"assorted quintet stood around in a circle looking down at the thing as it glinted evilly in the sunlight. ‘"Don‘t touch it," warned Maxley, as one of them made a movement as if to pick it up. This time the superintendent was in his element. Clues like this were what tre liked. From such concrete "finus" he could build up a working hypothesis instead of taking part in nebulous disâ€" cussions. Now, also, he became talkaâ€" tive, like a teacher, who had come upon a suitable text after vainly seeking a tag on which to hang his discourse. "About thirty yards from the bus,." he was saying, "and suggesting a very hurried concealment. It is strange that our men didn‘t spot it earlier, but I‘ve walked over things before when I was deliberately looking for them." speaker continued. â€" ‘"This beech mast won‘t hold ‘em. But somebody trod on the @un. Perhaps the person who placâ€" ed it there, intending to drive it out of sight. On second thoughts that isn‘t likely. He‘d have made a better job of it." f » "There is a blob of mud on the butt" Matthews nointed out. "You‘ve sharp eyes. Td noticed it. Now that is very peculiar indeed. It was dry and hot last Tuesday, and we haven‘t had any rain since. ~I should have epected the heat to powder that substance and it‘ would have blown away." Pulling a large lens from his pocket he stopped down and examinted the mark intently. Mr. Sharpe watched him with interest. He had always been under the impression that real policeâ€" acted in a much more prosiac fashion. That glass was almost melodramatic. Extending a careful finger Maxley gently touchel the discoloured spot. Risâ€" ing, he held his hand to catch the full benefit of the light and stared hard. Then he rubbed the index finger against the ball of his thumb. "If you also possess a magnifying glass you might see for yourself," Mr. Sharpe suggested. ‘"Being without, I can only guess that.the mud is wet. Somebody heeled that little killing toy within the last five minutes." "But there‘s no sludge. Look at the ground." "Wait here," he ordered, and blunâ€" dered through the thicket until they heard his steps clatter on the hard "Here? Yes, that‘s bone dry. But there is a leak in the radiator of our bus which makes a little puddle. See, my boots are clean enough." He lifted his feet alternatively for inspection. Carter and Matthews followed suit. Less willingly Withers brought his left sole into viewâ€"then the right. Adherâ€" ing to the latter was a patch of damp clay. "Iâ€"I must have walked over the revolver without noticing it," he said hesitatingly. Before there was time to reply Maxâ€" ley was back with news of the: leak. He seemed rather annoyed to learn that this momentous discovery was already known. Picking up the weapons careâ€" fully with a protecting handkerchief, he placed it in a pocket, observing, as he did so, "We‘ll turn this over to the finâ€" gerâ€"print section." "What do you think he has found?" asked the Sergeant. Nobody but Mr. Sharpe saw Withers wince. Taking advantage of a conâ€" venient moment when the search was continued he took the bus conductor aside. "Take my advice," he said softly "and tell the truth before you get in a mess." "I don‘t know what you mean?" "Oh, yes you do! That was your gun." ‘"How the devil do you know . . . mean .. .‘ I "You mean exactly what you said. You‘re far too ingenious to make a good liar." "Allâ€"right, I‘ll confess. It is my gun. I bought it in Ostend a year ago when I was on holiday, but I haven‘t been able to get any ammunition for it in this country. I swear I didn‘t kill Mr. Wainwright." ° "Then why nut your property in a a place like that?" 5 "Because I was frightened sir. Everyâ€" body who was on the coach that dreadâ€" ful day is having to go through the hoop. They‘ll be searching our houses next, and I knew if they found I had anything of that kind it would be a job to explain it away. You see, I‘ve never had a permit." "Please, Mr. Sharpe, don‘t make it any worse. Fetch the Super over and I‘l} tell . . . " "Better a small fine that suspect of mlurder." Maxley listened _ incredulously. "Sounds too foolish to be true," he said. "Apparently the calibre tallies." "You must believe me." "H‘mph, the only reason that prompts me to is that the yarn is too ridiculous to invent." j "It‘s gospel." "Very well, leave it at that. I warn you that you‘ll get into trouble if you are not careful. Such a mad trick could seriously interfere with the proper adâ€" ministration of justice." The detective was not inclined to accept too much on trust. ‘"What do you make of it?" he was askinmg Mr. Sharpe a little later. The puzzleâ€"expert knew that a big compliment was being paid him in thus seeking his opinion. *"This is really out.â€" side my scope," he confessed. "Personâ€" ally I don‘t think, Withers is the guilty party. As for the gun; why, he placed it there without a doubt. "For the reasons he gave?" "Possibly! Anyway, I shouldn‘t take it for granted. That implement may pay for careful examination." "It‘ll get it, Mr. Sharpe." {‘TO BE CONTINUED) Ole Olson Now Working on Copper Cliff Police A despatch from Sudbury in The Globe and Mail on Firday last week says:â€"‘‘Malefactors had better stay clear of Copper Cliff from now on unâ€" less they can handle a flying mare or a double hammerâ€"lock. "Ole Olsor, Norwegian wrestler, has joined the Copper Cliff police force. One of his main reasons for doing so is because he felt the need of vigorous exercise in the fresh air. "He was working indoors at the smelter plant, but life was tqo tame there. Now he‘s looking forward to a roughâ€"andâ€"tumble, catchâ€"asâ€"catchâ€"can kout with some hardened criminal. "It was apparert that he liked the iob as soon as he donned his new uniâ€" form. ‘This,‘ said Ole, ‘is great.‘ "Ole has an impressive athletic reâ€" cord. In 1935 he was entered in the British Empire games. He hopes to atâ€" tend the Olympiad in Japan." It‘s been the style the last few years to turn un a haughty nose at houseâ€" kéeping. And so the lady with the most important job of all gets an inferiority complex because she doesn‘t have a career and apoligizes for not doing something more "interesting" and "sigâ€" nificant." Smart talk has even put a ban on the word "housewife" which rouses a delicious fury in us. It just happens to take a lot more talent and intelligence to be a good housewife than to be a good almost anything else. We think it‘s a fine proud word to be called. enrich her own background and give her children an appreciation of colour and design with their earlier impresâ€" sions. Through it she can acquire famiâ€" liarity with traditional art as well as with history, for interior decsoration embodies knowledge of both, reflecting trends in designing, following périods in history very intimately. As a matter of fact, we never really got our wWars and dynasties down pat till we learned them in connection with the furniture periods! For and fabrics, rugs and, china are fascinating things to learn about, irrespective of the contributon such knowledge makes to a home. And applying this information doesn‘t neâ€" cessarily imply a lot of expense. It will be of inestimable value in every home furnishing purchase she makes, whether it‘s a few yards of fifty cent cretonne, or a luxurious new dining room suite. A lady with a flare for fixing up a house will soon develop verâ€" satile ways of making the most of what she has and adding "decorator touches" to her rooms. And what would be nicer than to be known for a pretty house, raplete with personality and individual ‘charm, with fresh appealing colours and illusive offâ€"tones. : But how does a lady start out to| tage, she will have lots more to study interior decoration out of a clear sky and without previous training? Well, we‘d suggest that she begin with her favourite store. She can browse through the furniture department and familiarize herself with the leading types of furniture shown. Fortunately, the stores offér reproductions of the pe proud | and pleased about than if she set thei world on fire with a painting or a book.: (Copyright, 1937, by Elizabeth Macâ€" Rae Boykin). ! ! Regina â€" Leaderâ€"Post:â€"The recent trial in Russia suggests that so many. best classic styles in furniture, and so of the Russian â€" communists areâ€"Or by watching their displays and model wereâ€"such firstâ€"class liars that ro one rooms she can soon learn to distinguish| could believe them, even their best the chief general styles. Then she should go to the library and read up on the designs she had been watching. The first thing she knows she‘ll be a furniâ€" ture fan herself{. Next she can go into se e i friends. If our Canadian communists wish to sell themselves and their ideas to the Canadian pecple they will have to. show Canadians that their proposed system is a little better than what {fabrics, rugs or china and she‘ll find the| Russia has been demonstrating. And we‘d like someone to show The study of early American rugs 1 reproductions of fine old vpieces, thus A Lady With a House Has an Exciting Career in Her Handsâ€"Learn About Period Furniture at the Stores Where Authentic Reproductions of Famous Classic Furniture Are to be Had at Prices Within Reach, "Decorator Touches" bring distinction to any room. He lift the room out of the ordinary. INTERIOR DECORATION IS ART IN PRACTICE us a career more interesting and signiâ€" ficant than creating a pleasant home and raising a nice family. Or a less monotonous one. It has its â€"drudgeries, certainly. But the fact 6f the business is that lifeâ€"even at its most glamorous â€"has its little drudgeries of you want to call them that. An opera star has so much drudgery that only a woman of exceptionally strong physique can stand up under the grind. â€"A writer works with a typewriter a lot. more hours a day than the average lady spends with vacuum or washer, and typewriter isn‘t any more exciting as a tool nor does it create half so iinporâ€" same enchanting world of fact and legend awaiting her explorations. ' She‘ll learn that fashions in dresses hnave infiuenced the shapes of. chairs, that Madame Pompadour left as much of a mark on rug designs as she did on history, that Napoleon sponsored deâ€" corative designs for furnituré that took their motifs from some ‘ of ‘ his most famous campaigns, that Chippendale fell under the spellof China and let it touch his furniture with a classic fanâ€" tasy, that in the days of Queen Elizaâ€" beth furniture was considered personal and portable and you were expected to bring your bed along when you went visiting, and that Nell Gywn, favaunte of Charles II, had a solid »silver bed. There‘s a romantic aura abcut â€"so many of the most utilitarianâ€" things we use around the house to add zest â€"to everyâ€" day living! In short, the woman of toâ€"day, with easy access to all this engrossing lore and with all her labour saving methods of housekeeping, has in her hands the: means for making her. home.so. muchi more than adequate shelter.~if ~she* keeps a sparkling house, sets a tabie that is beautiful as well as nfitfifim‘ and raises a family of children that are aware of art as a part of their heriâ€" tage, she will have lots more to be proud and pleased about than if she set the world on fire with a painting or a book. is made doubly interesting by the f: s making them ay ailable to e\{eryone by Elizabeth MagRea Boykin fact that the stores carry authentic tant a masterpiece as a pleasant home. Who said housekeeping was a narrow life anyway? â€" It oughtn‘t to be. If the job is well done, it combines knowledge of science, art, business, mechanical . skill and graciousness. What other career has so many avenâ€" ues of interest ... so many fascinating possibilities for personal development? decorating, for instance, is art in practice . .. art applied to everyâ€" day living. â€"A lady with a house has the grandest opportunity for an interior decorating career, for she has a laborâ€" atory for working out her ideas right in her own home.. Through it she can â€" Budbury Star:â€"Industrial â€" troubles are blamed on workers who won‘t think Fond thinkers who won‘t work! 17 Pine N. Phone 190 SAVE . YOUR V ISIO N Sight isâ€"the most precious of all man‘s possessions. Upon it depends his work, his happiness, the wellâ€" being of his family. Bave YOUR vision. Start nowâ€"â€" THIS WEEK â€"by having your eyes examined .. . for one pair of eyes must last a lifetime. REMUS L DEPT Evenings by Appointment