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Yet she felt that she ought to help Philip if she could even if she could not quite understand the vapourings of the other girls at the store who seemed to regard her in the light of a dis- tinguished person. merely because she had been unlucky enough to discover a corpse under the counter. Philip could talk of little else whenever they met, and while their little jaunt in the West End two nights ago had been exciting and thrilling in its way it had been difficult to divert the young man’s mind from criminal speculation. Oddly enough since: the visitaof the Chinaman to the store business had been unusually brisk and she had been kept busy right up to the time the store closed at half .past six. She had, too, pondered over the mys- tery surrounding Nolescue's death, and her ponderings had been intensified by the fast that Philip Slater had revealed himself as a shrewd and quite clever thinker. It was odd, she thong-ht, how she had so swiftly been drawn to Philip in the past forty-eight hours, and she speculated whether their relationship would have been quite so intense as it now was if Nolescue had not died. The man's death had perplexed her because her mind was not attuned to mystery with its plot and counter-plot. Had she. like Philip, been a student 01‘ crime fiction she might have found in the details of the affair in which she was involved something akin to the in- genuity of fiction writers, but Phyllis culled her reading in more romantic quarters. She liked to be amused, and what thrills she fancied were of a quite different order. Philip had said he would call around for her at eight o'clock so that they could have a further discussion. and while Phyllis would much preferred to have been taken to the cinema she felt that perhaps if Philip did well in what he had been asked :to do by the Superintendent at. Scotland Yard, Mr. Oxtcn might be inclined to see that his promotion in Oxto'ms was more rapid than it might otherwise have been. In the staff-roam the other girls were still talking about the murder. Several of them had noticed the incident of the Chinaman that afternoon and .prwsed Phyllis for details which she gave readily enough. ' Phyllis Va. excited since ed up from t to those inst: Giving evld’en: that morning ha< dramatic. Little r whlle The presen dent had mare She had grown tendent. When 1'11 her she had not He had given he while he was asl numerable all Ll right answers. “I think you yourself,” pipe: MONDAY. MAY 10TH. 1937 CHAPTER XII OCTBURST :tion writers, but Phyllis ading in more romantic liked to be amused, and ne fancied were of a. quite he momc counter and gazed m- able almond eyw. :8 before the Coroner :1 not been in the least nore than a formality, ,ce of the Superinten- than reassured her. to like the Superin- e had first interviewed been so sure about it. yr the impression that King her questions in- ae time he knew the 11D 11d have held him little Muriel Rich 1 felt moderately lent she had look- ter and gazed 1n- V I my 1941.14“.WIL M 01' THE slygzmcm down, just as the cruel dogs hunt down the defenceless fox and the stag. He hadn’t a chance. He was just a friendâ€" Iess foreigner.” Miss Rich turned away and reached for her coat hanging from its accustomed peg. “I hope you told the Superintendent about your friendship, Muriel. He might be interested.” The wind had a “bite" in it and she decided rather than get the Tube to Sloane Square she would walk the dis- tance. Phyllis regarded her colleague with supprised eyes. Miss Rich was normally a shy little person who seldom ob- truded her opinions or her conversa- tion on any of them. “I did what I could." Phyllis pro- tested, “but you must remember that there was the Width of the counter be- tween us. But I didn‘t know you were interested, Muriel." “I'd give anything to lay hands on the person who killed Mr. Nolescue,” she told them. and the hint of venom in her voice was almost starthng. A sudden silence fell on the room where the girls were changing into their outdoor clothes and renovating their complexions. “I never knew you felt that way about it." Phyllis broke the silence, hardly knowing what to say. Muriel Rich turned to her and there was fury in her eyes. “Of course you w dn't,” she spat out the words like a mado. “You thought he was in- terested in you, didn’t you? Well, you’re wrong, Phyllis Varley. It was me he preferred. We’d arranged to go out to-night and now . . her voice trailed away like a fade-out in a broadcast and Phyllis was surprised to see that the girl’s brown eyes were wet. “I told him nothing,” Miss Rich said, “because I don’t see what my private affairs have to do with the police. All I know is that I’ve lost a friend . . . lost the only man who ever showed any interest in me. And for why?" Her voice rose on a hysterical crescendo. “Answer me that! Why did he die? You don't know. Then I‘ll tell you. He was killed because he knew something. He hinted at it one day last week. Some- one had followed him to London. He was sure of that. And they hunted him So they went on discussing and com- menting on Miss Rich‘s revelation. THE BLACK CAR. AGAIN A little dazed, Phyllis passed out into the dark October nigiht. It was particularly dark at the corner of Cadogan Gardens and Moore street; seemed darker still as she turned into its straight length. So dark in fact, that she scarcely saw the black saloon in a voice redolem w and not. a little scorn When she had gone the burble of voices broke out afresh. “Fancy Muriel!" “Who’d have thought it!" “I always said she was deep." “You can never tell with those little ‘mousy’ ones. They bottle things up so." “And it takes a murder to unleash the torrent.” with indignation CopyrightPublished by Special Arrangement “DEATH IN THE STALLS." c ‘ZORA. THE INVISIBLE pushing out a hand against her face as he did so. The hand held something that flashed white and she felt its dampness. She flung up her hands to ward it off but the suddenness and the unexpectedness of the attack prevented any form of defence. She gasped, which was Just what she was intended to do. A sickly, pungent aroma assailed lher nmtrils and the next moment even while she felt herself being lifted bodlily from her feet. she found herself slip- ping away into heavy oblivion which was oddly different from her lapse from ccnsciouness in the shop. From that moment she remembered nothing of the journey in the black car. She did not even hear the soft purr of the engine as it was started up. Ling Foo must be congratulated. on the speed at which he worked and Sen Yat Sch had not expected success in obtaining the indispensable Miss Varley at the first attempt. It would have been quite easy for his plans to ‘have been negatived, but now that he had won another round in the campaign he Ibe- gan to feel that it had been worth while Below in another room Phyllis Var- ley struggled lazily out of her oblivion. Her head burned and ached; her throat felt parched; her tongue rather too ‘big for her mouth. It was an odd and al- together unpleasant sensation. And the worst of it was she couldn’t remember what had happened. Slowly she opeend her eyes, even though the lids felt as .though they had weights on them. She found her- self in a dimly-lighted room, but where the illumination came from she could not see. It appeared 'to «be :con- cealed from a point somewhere over in the corner. Then slowly, and rather painfully, she began to piece things to- gether. Muriel Rich . . . her extraord- inary outburst in the staff room . . . the acidulated comments of the other girls. She remembered passing out of ~the warm atmosphere of Oxtons . . . feeling the cool and welcome breath of the night against her cheeks. She 'had de- cided to walk back to Moore street. Yes, Sen Yat Soh seemed to be in a par- ticularly good humour. Arrayed in his Oriental costume with the embroidered dragons upon it, he reclined with Eastern nonchalance on a richly carved dnivan. am, the first quite easy negaztived, another r0 gan to feel after all in testors. i-; was coming clearer now. The dog was lifting from her brain. S‘he re- membered the black saloon car . . . someone had leaped out . . . something had been pushed against her face . . . “HIS EXCELLENCY’S” WISHES With an effort Phyllis raised her- self on one elbow. Her head swam; the room gyrated; the dim light seemed dimmer still and She was glad to lower erwise she was dressed in her big coat with the deep fur collar just as she had left Oxtons. But strive as she might she could not guess the reason for this outrage. She remembered hav- ing read about such things happening, but that it should have happened to her seemed beyond the bounds of pos- sibility. Then her memory reminded her of the Chinaman’s visit to the store. It seemed a long way away nowâ€"like looking through the wrong end of a, pair of binoculars, although it could not have been longer than that after- noon, assuming, that was, that this was the same day, or rather night. A sudden sense of nausea. assailed her. It wasn‘t a physical nausea, but an emotional one. For the first time since she had made unwilling contact with the death of Nikolas ~Nolescue, she felt afraid. Then she became aware that she was not alone in that eerie apartment. Sihe ieard distinctly the soft padding of feet across the carpet. Or it might have been her heart pounding against her ribs. herself into her original recumbent position. Her hat had been removed but oth- erwise she was dressed in her big coat with the deep fur collar just as she had left Oxtons. But strive as she might she could not gue$ the reason for this outrage. She remembered hav- ing read about such things happening, but that it should have happened to her seemed beyond the bounds of pos- wh‘ ’I‘C i0 he drew 1e door AUTHOR OF was be tin eeme nom en ment subsequent events rlftly that. afterwands time to review matters med almost incredible. evel with the rear of the is flung hurriedly open lrled himself upon her, hand against her face 1e hand held something mm and she felt. its flung up her hands no :ment later told her it rt she had heard. even ating far quicker than he spirits of his an- of 1e kerb until (To Be Continued) ( The characters in this story are en- tirely imaginary. No reference is intend- ed to any living person or to any pub- lic or private company.) “Let me go at once!" Phyllis demand- ed, raising herself quickly in an effort in what she believed might be one or escape from all this mystery. “Where am 1?" she quationed him, and was surprised to find how weak and how distant her voice sounded. “What is the meaning of thisâ€"this outrage?" “Please be calm. Mees Varley. You are quite safe. I come to see that you are all rightrâ€"is that not so?" “I am sorry. Mees Varley, but. not yet. You are not yet. well enough to make the journey. See, I have brought. you something to drink," and the Chi- naman held out towards her an ornate and c'urlously-fasmoned beaker. “Please take it. awayâ€"I am not thirsty." she mm mm, her parched mouth giving an instant lie to her re- quest. Fire breaking out in the boiler house of the William Milne and Son Lumber Mill at Trout Lake, near North Bay, on Thursday afternoon completely dwtroy- ed the boiler house and the old shell of the mill. The girl’s eyes [regarded the glass and its contents with wild suspicion, 9nd she shock her head. “You will drink, Miss Varley!” The man's tone now was not a requestâ€"it was an order. “It will make you feel better.” ' She felt the cold rim of the beaker touch her burning lips as the man at her side held it. Then the liquid ran into her mouth, and she allowed it to slip unresisting down her throat. She found it singularly pleasant, like melon juice flavoured with seductive spices. In a moment; she had taken the vessel from him and was eagerly gulping down the contents. Silently as he had come, the man moved away, leaving her wondering whether this was a dreamâ€"a dream of stark unreality. Mill Boiler Room Near the Bay Destroyed by Fire it usually did. A nan m Whe- side webedonmchahelay.ms features were in shadow. but she imagined he mum be a Chairman. “You feel better. Mean Varley?" That voice! Where had she beam it before? The vibrations of it mun-red the strings of her memory. She reman- bered. That afternoon in the store. The Chinaman Who had come to inquire about Suchow shit. 80 the Supermren- dent had been right. There was some mystery about that silk. What dould she answer him? She felt far from being all right, as he put Phyllis felt like thanking him but remembered her position, and remained silent, allowing him to remove the beaker. “That is well,” he chanted in a curious monotone. “In a moment I will come for you. for His Excellency wishes to speak with you.” The shell had been dismantled for some time being used only for storing lumber. Eighteen Dirigible Crashes in 23 Years From 1912 to 1985 the List Was a Serious One. Last Added Another. The wrecking of the huge German dirigible, Hindenburg, last week made the major list of tragedies from this form of airship touch the total of nine- teen. From the year 1912 to the year 1935 there were eighteen major disasters involving the dirigible type of airship. Three of these major accidents involved United States dirig'iblesâ€"the Akron, Macon and Shenandoah. The fire was kept from spreading to the adjoining planing mill which suf- fered only slight. damage. No insur- ance was carried on the boiler house. The loss was estimated at $1,000. Feb. 12, 1935â€"The Navy dirigible Macon, destroyed off the Pacific Coast; two dead, eighty-one saved. April 14. 1933â€"Un-ited States Navy dirigible Akron crashed in electrical storm off New Jersey coast, seventy- three dead, three survivors. Here is the'list. of disasters as com- piled by the American press agency:â€" Oct. 4. 1930â€"British dirigible R-101 exploded over France while en route from England to India, forty-six dead. May 25, 1928â€"103112m dirigible Italia crashed in Arctic in flight to North Pole; eight dead. Sept. 3, 1925â€"Un-ited States dlrlg‘ible Shenandoah. formerly ZR-l, wrecked in storm in Ohio; fourteen killed. Dec. 21, 1923â€"French dirigible Dix- mude, presumably struck by lightning over Mediterranean: fifty-two killed. Feb. 21, 1922â€"Um'ted States dirig'ible Rcme, bought by the United States from Italy. crashed in flames near Hampton Roads army base; 34 killed. Aug. 24. 1921â€"Dirig‘ible ZR-z. bought in England for the United States, frame buckled over Plumber River; 42 killed. Jan. 29. 1921â€"British dirigible 8-34. wrecked in gale in Howden, England; no lives lost. July 21, lQlQâ€"Dirigible burned over Chicago; 10 killed. Cat. 17. 1913â€"â€"Zeppelln L-2 exploded over Jchannlsthal Airdrome; 28 killed. July 2, 1912â€"»Balloon Akron exploded at Atlantic City; 5 killed. July 15. lQlQâ€"British airship cNS-ll, struck by lightning over North Sea; 12 killed. June 20, 1914â€"Airship and airplane collided at Vienna; 9 killed. Sept. 9. 1913â€"Zeppelin L-l destroyed over Heligoland; 15 killed. Battles the Zeppelin L-l and L-2, Count Zeppelin lost {our other great peace-time du'igibles in accidents. the Zeppglins 3 and 6 and the Deutschlmds land 2. The greatest event of the year for the Ladies' Aid: Sewing Circle of the South Porcupine Finnish United Church is their sale of work Tuesday after- noon and evening, from 2 pm. to 10 p.m., at the South Porcupine United Church, Blcor avenue. Unusual Tea, Sale at South Porcupine Handcrafts, Carving, Coffee Bread, Costumes t0 Fea- ture Event at Finnish United Church GRAHAM’S Last spring ithe South Porcupine Fin- nish ladies had their work sold at Timmins in connection with the sale BROWN the English favourite has now won international acclaim. The style centres of the world favour itâ€"â€"so naturally you will be more interested in brown than ever before. Recognizing this, Graham’s are now Showing a full range in every noted style, last and price range. ENTERTAINING ISFUN”. 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A new feature will be the exhibition of home-made rugs, tapestry, linen, cotton and wool cloth, made on looms or frames, also samples of Old Country needle work, samples of mending, etc. These articles have been made by 10- cal Finns. tion, dressed in Finnish natlonal cos- tumesâ€"will serve Fin-rush United Church coffee all afternoon and eve- nlng. Unique souvenirs, carved out of 'Nor~ them Ontario wood, will be exhibited and sold -by Mr. Otto Nenonen, a Tim- mins Finnish artist, in wood carving. who will also gives; personal demon- stration of carving work during the afternoon and evening. The sale of work and refreshments will be in aid of the South Porcupine Finnish United Church. 4 50â€"8-50 10 Styles tb Choose from All Sizes Telephone 11 PAGE