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They took Keith‘s body ashore whi‘s she waited in the cabin; when she came off the boat in the windy darkness they were pu.ting ithe body into a police ambulance. She saw the still, closely wrapped form iwhich had bsen her husâ€" band for three years slide on its stretâ€" cher into place on the shelf of the lighted van. Nizht closed in on it as they shut the doors. The ambulance drove quickly away. She was stupefied, sick and dizzy still after her collapse. The trip to Dover sesmed to take hours. (NQOW READ ON) CHAFTER III CHRISTABEL‘S CRIME It was twilight when they left the River Plate,; Keith‘s body was pult aâ€" board the pilot boat first, and then Christabel was helped down the specialâ€" lyâ€"lowered gangway. The boat leaped and plunged like a restive horse. They put Christabel in the one tiny cabin, and the two police officers sat with her, trying to screen the body which lay aâ€" long one of the covered with a blanket. Synopsis of Previous Chapters Christabel Milson, aged twentyâ€"five, former nurse and stepdaughter of a wealthy man, with her husband, Keith, sells on commission a house in Earling belonging to â€"a Mr. West. ‘The purâ€" chaser is a Mr. Henry Goring, who lives with his sister, and is friendly with the Milsoms. Imimediately Keéith gets a job in Buenos Aires, and they sail the next morning in the River Plate. Off Dungem>ss, however, the ship is boarded by £wo police officers who have a warrant for the arrest of Christabel and her hushand for defrauding Gorâ€" ing of £1.000; Keith has handed her a packet to keep in her bag for him. On disembarkm" Keith shosts The money, changed into foreign curâ€" rency, is discovered in Christabel‘s handbage. is Its action is so powerfully penetrating that the itchingy is instartly stapped; and in a short time you are rid of that botherâ€" rome, fiery eczroma. The same is true of Barber‘s Itch, Salt Rheum, IJtching Toes and Feetâ€"other irritating unsightly skin troubles. You can obtain Moone‘s Emerald Qil in the original bottlee cat any modern drug the original bottlee at any modern _ drug store. It is safe to useâ€"and failure in any of the ailments noted above is rare indced. Here is a clean, stainless antimecptte il now dispensed by chemists at trifling cost, that will do more to help yon get rid of your trouble than anything you‘ve ever used. THURSDAY. FEBRUARY 23RD, 1939 Fiery, Itching Toes and Feet PEARL BELLAIRS She ‘began to think clearly again, though under a heavy cloud of despair and depression. Evidently there had been something wrong about the house Keith had been selling to Henry. She could not understand how Herry could believe that she had had anything to do with it . . . . It was all so awful that the utter humiliation of being met by her stepfather at Bow Street could not touch her. K Mr. Haye, furious at the disgrace to himself and his wife, treated Chiistabel with a kind of incredulity as though Le could noft believe that such a stepâ€" dauglhit»r existed. "So Krithâ€"Keith hasâ€"â€"â€"2" "Yes Haysic." Mr Haye coulan‘t think of anything to say about that. "Did you know what he had been up lot utes later a rallway don. station ‘lhne steady ground ut and the fresh air helped to cl head. "I don‘t understand,"â€" she "Does Mr. Goring say that I got money from him?" "*Mr. Goring is the party who‘s the information," said Inspecto Even in that extremity her d being a nuisance to her mother a itself; and it was only with grea that she forced herself to ask t put through a trunk call to Mrs for her. They sat her down on in the police station. While In Kyle was away telephoning the @etective seemed anxious to t "I know something of this case, and from what I can see of it, you‘ll have a pretty gcood chance of getting ofl light. They‘ll assume the coercion of your husâ€" band, Mrs. Milsom:; that‘s what they usually do." At the mention of Keith the storm of her pent emotions burst into her; she broke down completely. After she had recovered enough they walked her ofI to the ralway station, and 20 minâ€" utes later she was sitting with them in a rallway carriage on the way to Lonâ€" "Where are tl She was hardl en aloud until : of her replied: "To.the mortt They They bega station â€"The ‘"No. I didn‘t, ILâ€"â€"â€"*" "You must have! ‘They te ind he sold a house to that yours, Gorinz. IG was suppo + poiicte statlion. Whnilt was away teleophoning ive seemed anxious t was sUuj lloa W ma am alk > to SK them £0o _ Myrs. Hays i _on a chair e Inspector other to rcassurse 11 me you friond of ed to beâ€" 90 3 imying tor Kyle. o poilc? @ar her ffort his Christabel met Sir Ross Barnes; he questioned her. and listened attentively though she was not reassured by the hurry he appeared to be in. "Tell the truth, Mrs. Milson," he said "That is all you have to do. And wear something quietâ€"black, of course, because of your loss." He questioned her very closely about Henry Goring, and the terms on which she had been with him. A home her mother‘s attitude was only an exagzeration of what had alâ€" ways been. Mrs. Haye was an older, fairer, vaguer edition of Christabel, and always in a state of hazy anxiety about the cpinion of Mr. Haye. She had alâ€" ways regretted her early marriage to Glen Collet, and as his child Christabel belonged to a period of Mrs. Haye‘s life that she wanted to forget. She had another girl, at Roedean, and a boy nearly grown up, at Sandhurst; Mr. Hays was nearly mad about scandal; and Mrs. Haye was incapable of followâ€" ing the simple instinct which told her that ‘Christabel was her child also, and that therefore she must do everyâ€" thing possible for her at all costs. However} they did their best. Mr. Haye cabled to a brother of Glen Collet in Australia who was Christahel‘s godâ€" father; and he cabled back instructions to brief the best counsel available and spare no expense. The solicitor adâ€" vised them to brief Sir Ross Barnes, {amous as one of the most brilliant advocates at the Bar. Christabel met Sir Ross Barnes; he questioned her. and listened attentively though she was not reassured by the hurry he appeared to be in. "That was your one mistaxke, Mrs. Milson!" "But Keith said we would be ruined if we were sued! I‘ve never borrowed a penny from anyone before or since. And how was I to know that Keith was going to defraud Mr. Goring?" She came to realize that lawyers regard eternal suspicion as the price of liberty. spirits which always went with him now seemed to predominate over the mild impression created by his neat umbrelia and his reverential white whiskers. Both of them pleaded not guilty, and the case was transferred to the Central Criminal Court. Bail was refused to Craigie, but Christabel was released on her stepâ€" father‘s surety. Mr. Hayve took her back to the shockâ€" ea silsnce of his home in St. John‘s Wood , and she stayed there ‘until her case came up for trial. She was spared the discomfort of being with the rest of the famil;. her meais were taken to her room for her. Her mothsr gave her novels she could not read, sewing she felt too nervous to do. She was taken to .see the fainly solicitor in Kiug‘s Bench Walk. She fancied that the soliciior believed in h>r inrocence, it wasn‘t a inatier which seemed of much importance to him. He was hopeful, but when he heard about the letter she had sent to Henry Goring asking him for a loan of twentyâ€"one pounds for the dressâ€" maker he looked grave and shook his maker he looked grave and head. She was w desperation. 1 point. "Craigie was arrested with fourâ€"hunâ€" @red on hint That‘s how they found out the whole business, besause Craigie was under suspicion, and the police had their eye on him. They called on Gorâ€" ing this morning to make inquiriesâ€"â€"" Mr. Ha‘e broke off, and added, with an effort at kindliness: ‘"Well, we‘ll do what we can for you, Christabel, your mother and I. But it‘s a bad business, very bad indeed! Ruinous, I‘m afraid, the scandal!" Mr. Haye went away. It was only later that night in the Bow Street cells, that Christabel remembered the enâ€" evelope Keith had given her on the.ship â€"it must have been that which they had found on her. with Henry‘s monâ€" cy in it. j Early next morning she was formally charged with Thomas Craigie, allas Georze West. That ‘picture of aged respe";'tabiliLy had a grotesque unreality about him in the light of further knowâ€" tedze; His ribald eye and the smell â€"of over a chequ! io your husba io your husband, as Craigic‘s agoent; and the next thirg is that you and your husband are on the way to South America with six hundred of it; and the real owners of the house are telling Goring that they‘ve never heard of nim!" "Keith told me he had a job there!" Her stepâ€"father wanted to believe hor, if only for the sake of his own selfâ€"reâ€" spect. But it was difficult. He bit his lip and his face twitched. "You had the Goring_money on you when you were arrested." "I hadn‘t!" ® "They say you had. The police aren‘t likely to lie." "But I can‘t have! I know I only had a tenâ€"shilling note and some silâ€" ver!l" "But Haysie, I knew nothing about it! I thought the house belonged to Mr. West!" "Yes, but what about this running awayâ€"this running oif to South Amerâ€" ica?" agont; his name I1s CGralgie, the know all about him, and he‘s a rooked custiomer. Goring paid cheque for a thousond pounds ‘te a2zd trembling with They abandoncd that It seemed that a few days after Henry Goring had mentioned to hersel{f and Keith that he wanted to buy a house, Keith hadâ€"met Craigieâ€"by chance perâ€" Christabel herself was Tascinated, just as the rest of the court was fascinated by his manner, as soon as he began to speak; nothing could have been more convincing than ‘the nice balance beâ€" tween warmth and logic in his tone. To a great extent Christabel had been in the dark as to what had really happened about the house in Ealing. Hewitson put it clearly enough now. After the Associate had read out the charges, Hewitson‘s junior rose to outâ€" line the circumstances of the case; and then Hewitson himself rose to put forâ€" ward the case for the prosecution. And there ‘was the prosccuting counâ€" sel, Mr. Hewitson, KC. She recognized him because of the newspaper photoâ€" graph, and because she was looking {or someons handsome, and he stood out immediately among juniors who seemed older and less fresh than he was. When he stood up he was tall, and his flowâ€" ing silk gown hung from a noticeably maxsculine width of shoulder,. His lean, thoughtful face, was alive with intelliâ€" gence. It did not cccur to Christabel that he was to be viewed as an enemy, even though chance had made him counsel for the Crown. Her mother was not in court, but she saw her stepâ€"father, lookinz nerâ€" vous and angrily aloof, as though he wanted to disown the whole business. She saw Henry Goring, prim and reâ€" sentful, staring at her stonilly,. The court was crowded, parlly with the general public, partly with memâ€" bers of the legal profession who were interested in an encounter between Grant Hewitson and Sir Ross Barnes. ‘"‘Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not believed." CHAPTER IV THE PLOT UNFOLDED It was autumn and the court was cold; cold, that was what she felt imâ€" mediately. Her blood felt slow and frozen. The rows of faces, the rows of blackâ€"gowned counsel the judge in his red robes all looked oddly unreal. She was in the deck. "The accused!" she thought. There was Thomas Craigie, standing his trial with her; he looked neither ribald nor benign now; only pale, and furtive, and decrepit. She told herself that it was imposâ€" sible that she should be found guilty; innocent pecple are never convicted. And when a physicical sicknoss of reâ€" luctance, she surrendered herself to the police again, she took comfort from the saying: About ten days before her case came up for trial she was inattentively turnâ€" ing over a newspaper when she came on a headline that caught her eye: ‘"Counsel‘s sharp exchange." Law cases naturally interested her just then, and she saw that the column had something to do with Sir Ross Barnes she read it attentively. It seemâ€" ed that Sir Ross had had some sort of mild dispute in court with an opposing counsel, Mr. Grant Hewitson, K. C. The judge had upheld ‘Sir Ross Barnes. But she remembered his name, and the case in the paper immediately, when the soliciator told her thiat Mr. Hewitson, K. C., was to appear against ) herself and Craigie for the crown. } "Mr. Grant Hewitson?" she said. ) "Yes a very brilliani young man," said the solicitor, and added rather dubiously. ‘"He and Sir Ross are inâ€" clined to be at loggerheads when they neet in court." Christabel in the state when every nerve is exhausted by the strain of facâ€" ing intolérable facts, felt the inconsecâ€" quentâ€"interest that a little thing can arouse at such a time. She considered, apathetically, the fact that the prosâ€" ecutinz counsel at her trial would be young and interesting. "He was just a friend. He was alâ€" ways very kind and I liked him. Ican‘t understand 12 ‘"*Noching more than that?" "Nothingâ€"in the slightest." The mere question made her feel outâ€" raged, even though it was inevitable that Sir Ross should ask it. She had seen Henry Goring in Court She had seen Henry Goring in Court when she was charged, and he had looked shameâ€"faced, but hostile. But Miss Goring, probably, was very bitter about her, and Henry‘s conscience, no doubt, was bad. A photegraph of Mr. Hewitson, K. C. appeared in the middle of the column. She did not pay miuch atiention to it, except to notice that, unlike Sir Ross Parnes. who was stout and middle aged, grant Hewitson appeared to ‘be ~young and good looking. What never entered her head was that such a serious issueâ€"her reputaâ€" tion, her liberty, her whole lifeâ€"could be affected by a trivial anthipathy beâ€" tween two lawyers. "My husband developed a wretched form Oof gastric acidity," she writes "Meals were a misery to him. He often could not sleep for heartburn. Busiâ€" ness kept him from home a great deal, but when he did get a spell at home, I gave him Kruschen Salts, I was amazed at the results, That weary l0dok left his face, and his indigestion gradually disappeared. It is a treat to hear him say, ‘I‘m hungry.‘® It seems too good to be true."~â€"(Myrs.) K.M.E. The numerous salts in Kruschen help to promote a natural flow of the digestive and other vital juices of the body. Soon after yvou star; on Krusâ€" chen, you will find that you are able to enjoy your food without distressing afterâ€"effects. And as you persevere with the "little daily dose," you will see ithat Kruschen brings glorious reâ€" lief. Heartburn Kept Him Awake What a worry he must have been to his wife! No food agreed with him. Acid indigestion made him positively wretched~"In this letter, his wife tells how he gotâ€"welcome relief :â€" Afraid to Eat Square Meal Keith and Craigic were known to have had another interview, shortly beâ€" fore Keith had suggested to Christabel that she should tell Henry about the house owned by "Mr. West."â€" But proof that she might have conspired with Craigiec herself was contained in the fact ihat Henry had found her in the flat with Craigie and Keith that same eveâ€" ning and that she had introduced Craigie to Henry as "Mr. West"â€"when Craigie had talked about wanting to sell his house because it was too far from London. hapsâ€"in a hotel bar in Chancery Lane. Presumably either Keith or Craigie had suggested the fraud, for on the followâ€" ing day, the 2nd of August, Craigie had gone to an estate agent in Ealing and asked to see some houses, as he was trying to find one for his sister "who wanted to live in Ealing so as to be near her son, who was at a London public school." Craigie, as a matter of fact, had no sister; but he saw some hcuses, and found out that the owners of the one in Bligh Road were away in Jerscy for the summer. Sueâ€"Molly, what have you been doâ€" ing ¢to this ink? Little Mollyâ€"I put some water in it, mummy, to make it write weak. I‘ve been writing to daddy, and I wanted to whisper something to him. Lawyer for Defense: "What time was it when you were robbed?" Complainâ€" ant (angrily): "I don‘t know; ask your clientâ€"he took my watch!" The fundamental cause of trouble in the world today is that the stupid are cocksure, while the intelligent are full of doubt. "*Suppose you found yourself on a desert island, Bobby," said the Sunday School teacher, "and that you could have only one book. Which book would you prefer?" "‘Bcat Building For Amateurs‘," Bobby replied. The man proudly exhibited a small scar. "See that? I got it when I fell from the window of a room on the 46th floor of the skyscraper where I work." "The 46th floor? And you weren‘t killed!" "No, I was luckyâ€"I fell inâ€" side!" Judge: "Had you complete control of yourself at the time?" Witness: "No; my wife was with me." Carlâ€"Say, haven‘t I seen your face somewhere before? Sadieeâ€"No. It‘s never been anywhere but where it is now. And now comes Licutenant Troy Keith withâ€"a vertiginous drop of three and a half miles at a speed which caused him to lose consciousness and which may have reached 670 miles an hour. Out of the exceptional recordâ€" breaking machines of yesterday the fast commercial and military ‘planes of toâ€" day have evolved. Is there a limit to speeced below the stratosphere? Tests made at Langley FPield, Virginia, a few years ago show that before the speed of sound is reached (about 750 mileés an hour) the air is compressed in front of the wings. The engine must therefore push or pull along not only the ‘plane but a mass of air. A beautifully streaanlined body becomes no more effective <than an aerial scow. This barrier of compressâ€" ed air is not insurperable, but it would cost much in engine power to overâ€" come it. Licutenant Keith must thereâ€" fore have reached nearly the highest practically attainable speed if he dropâ€" pzd at 670 miles an hour, or about 11 miles a minute. Assuming the frontal area of a pilot to be four square feet, his headâ€"on reâ€" sistance would be about a ton if he were completely exposed. He dare not thrust out a hand lest it be broken at the wrist, And yet he slips through the air with no sense Oof pressure, the braix® of a mighty, complex bird. Man has indeed discovered what Soloâ€" mon called "the way of an cagle in the air‘â€"and outdone him. Wit and Humor from Different Sources Changeable women are more endurâ€" able than monctonous ones, however unpleasant some of their changes may be; they are sometimes murdered but seldom desorted. â€" George Bernard Shaw. Only the acronautic engineer realizes what these performances mean. At 420 miles an hour in straightway flight, enâ€" gines of about 3,500 horsepower are requiredâ€"all to carry a single man through the air. Gasoline is burned faster than it can be pouU*Â¥t out of a twoâ€"gallon container. The whole craft, wings included, is one huge radiatorâ€" such is the amount of heat that must be dissipated. Stories, Wisecracks â€" and Other Items. "The police are going to try to stop necking." "They ought to, at their age." ‘"Why do you keep so many calves in such a small stable?" "They‘re in training. When they grow up, they‘ve got to make condensed milk!" "Sorry, madam, but licenses are isâ€" sued only when your form is filled out properly." "Why, I like your nerve, sir. We can get married no matter what I look like." (From New York Times) In 1913 fifty milés an hour was conâ€" sidered a respectable speed for an air« plane. Today we fly from city to city at 200 miles an hour. In 1931 Stainâ€" forth, of the Royal Air Force, won the Schneider Trophy with a record of 407.5 miles an hour. Lieutenant Franâ€" cesco Agello topped that in 1934 with 440.6 miles an hour, which still reâ€" mains the finest achievement in straightway flight. A few weeks aco Test Pilot H. Lloyd Child was reported to have made over 575 miles an hour in a dive. Man Has Discovered the W ay of the Eagle in the Air Blackâ€"The Weavers are so quiet toâ€" Tarmer‘s countsheep niglht. I c and put th to market. my losses milk!"â€"Pa "You remembers when you cured mah rheumatism a year ago, don‘t you, Doctah?" asked the coloured patient, "and told me not to get mahself wet." "YÂ¥es, Ephriam," replied the doctor. "Well, I jes wants to ask you if you night. Is anything wrong? Whiteâ€"‘ think No; they‘re always that way. When he now? proposed he just held out a diamond Th ring and said "Eh?" and she looked at ‘ darki it and said "Uhâ€"huh." singls ‘"Why." said the insurance agent, | worki "insurance is the greatest thing in the | nuff. world. No man should be without it, | the n I even carry a $20,000 policy, payable to | any ; my wife." ‘"What excuse can you give | Abe, hbher for living?" asked the prospect. plank Customerâ€""Have you a book calledâ€" | ‘p, ‘Man, the Master of Women?‘ " Salesâ€" | fore | girl â€" ‘"The fiction department is 0n | those the other side, sir." ward. wWise Guy: "Changing a tire, ch?" the js Driver: "No; just a kindly disposition. Tphe : I jack it up to give it a rest." six m "I like a strong cup of tea when I ) up to wake in the morning." "So do I," said | | ters. the new maid. "I‘ll tell you what. 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Waiter: "How chicken from a "By the leeth. chickens don‘t "No, but I have Old Lady in Telephone Booth: "Operâ€" ator, I want you to give me the number I asked you for last Wednesday, Iâ€".can‘t think what it is just now, but you‘ll reâ€" member that it had a nine in it." "Nuts to Jonathan," snapped a peevâ€" ish character created by Arthur John Byron 165 years ago, and thereby was born that modern wisecrack ‘"nuts to yclu." University of Buflalo librarians have found that Sir Walter Scott used "Tell it to the Marines‘" 108 years ago. The bright young thing came into the room and smiled at her mother. "Mother," she said, "I must bave som: money for a new dress. Will you as} Daddy for it?" "Ask him yoursl{ dear," was mother‘s reply. *"You art getting married in a month‘s time an; you must have some praciice." "‘That‘s a fine ax," said the vis:tor t "Oh well," sighed the stylish gal, as she heard a loud snap in the vicinity of ner new reducing girdle. 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A TCKETS Ant NUOIMAHON A' rarrying What ol Oost of t] he movi h ke aslion for a livin?:, n elephant, coos like a itates ecvery animal in a giraffe (which has A movie actor by proâ€" was rehearsin«@ the role ng captain. Asâ€"a joke 111 m1} c._â€" He hasn‘t been t acting jJob since. the animal noises ies and over the rts. The doctor cure my rheumaâ€" y frorm all dampâ€" ugh about that?" silly it makes me y bathtu> and go cuum cleaner." Bradley Barkâ€" his bite. But good money at S piankK up TO ? â€"I don‘t sge e Lawd‘s sake, n‘ forgot the club: "Well, vyour insomâ€" vice?" "Yes, outl JjU: missed ke ) paces forâ€" soft job in stepped out. x then, you that piano ome black uUupon tTwo the road, ain‘t you boss, sho ink up to bath beâ€" ‘All