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absut it at the time, that its note had actively begun within her hearing, and soared into the crescendo of full speed as she listened. That meant that it had started up within earshot of the cottage. And yet it had not passed the cottage. It had receded. It had, in fact, set off at speed in the wrong direction. The lessons in driving with which Peter had filled in the idle pericds of their days tocgether had made her hypersenâ€" sitive to the various scunds a car, well handled or mishandled, is capable of Peggsy was drowsing in front of the fire in the livingâ€"room of her parents‘ cottage, and struggling throuwzh a conâ€" fused dream in which she alternately pursued, and was pursued by a monstrous Mere Colibri who fioated ascut at the end of an enormous paraâ€" chute. She heard the shot clearly; it punctured ‘the parachute, which imâ€" mediately began to deflate as if it had been a balloon, gropping the screeching old woman triumphantly upon her, and smotherinz her in the white, soft folds. She fought to get away from it, and the dream broke uneasily into illogical fragments which drifted here and there in her mind without any sort of continuity. Then there ‘was another sound, the note of an emzine starting up, sudden out of the silence; and this time it fully penetrated the sleep which the shot had already troubled, and Peggy sat up with a start, and looked rcund her intently. It was possible, of course, that this was soeme chanse car, bearing no relaâ€" tion whatever to the events in hand. But the reflection that it might be worâ€" ried her. She took an electric torch, and went cut softly, intent upon satisâ€" fying herself. The darkness was inâ€" tense. She turned her torch this way and that, and settled upaon the direction in which the car, innogent or guilty, had disappeared. Sinve there was obâ€" viously nothing else for her inspection, she turnad the light upon the surface of the road, and looked for the inevitâ€" able tyre marks. And not fifty yards from her own zate she found them, the tracks whe had at onge expected and felt that she would not discover. The treads she found were deep and clear, tuilt for a fast car, and in an arrow head pattern. She remembered tracing them in full daylight to the arena on the moor; she could not be mistaken iÂ¥A them now. Leslie Graham in person had passed that way. THURSDAY,. NOVEMBER 2ND,. 19398 But the snag was that he had not ® PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT Excursion travel will be handled on Train No. 46, connecting at North Bay with CN.R. No. 2 On the RETURN journey, tickets will be valid for travel on C.N.R. Train No. 1 from Montreal 8.00 ou.m, Tuesday, November 14th., BARGAIN COACH EXCURSION THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 9th, 1939 PEMBROKE JCT., OTTAWA, MONTREAL and ‘_QUEBEC The Parachute Mail CHAPTER XVI PEGGY FINDS A CLVE BARGAIN COACH EXCURSION FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1939 Temiskaming and Northern Ontario Railway Bargain Coach Excursion Tickets not Trains 49 and Wednesday, November 15th, 1939 Points in the Maritimes via North Bay and Canadian National Railways The Nipissing Central Railway Company Will Operate Tickets will be valid to leave destination points via North Bay and C. N. Railways For Further Particulars Apply Local Agent by PETER BENEDICT "Got Peter?" said Mrs. Calder vaguely. "Whatever do you mean, dear? Why should they want him?" "Because he happened in at the moâ€" ment ‘when they were making a getâ€" alway, II suppose. I don‘t know. AlleI know is, T found his fountainâ€"pen in the read, smashed under the wheels of their car; and they‘ve turned back; and he isn‘t anywhere about." She pulled the intriguing little veiled hat carefully over her fair wig, and plunged her arms into the sleeves of Sylvia‘s coat. "Perhaps he failed to do anything alone, and dashed off to fetch help," said Mrs. Calder helpfully, more speed in perception than usual. "If he had he‘d have dashed up the road: he‘d break his neck over the grass in the dark. And he isn‘t on the road. He‘s gone with them. I knew someâ€" thing wox}ld happen the moment I tock my eyes off him," she said unreaâ€" sonably, and snatched up her gloves "Look, mother, do something for meâ€" something frightfully important! Go up to the head of the moor, and find Superintendent Barker, and tell him to follow me as fast as he possibly can, to Lady Cowle‘s house in (Coleridge Square. Say they‘ve got (Peter, and have turned back for London. Will you do that?" pasced,. She traced the curves by which he had turned the zcar upon its tracks. Peyond, there was nothing; here, even, the issue ‘was confused by the tracks of another car making precisely the same manveuvres. But there was .no douwbt whatever that koth cars had come s far, and here turned and gone back toâ€" wards London,. Why? Because they had seen something of the movements ahead? She cculd not believe it, Beâ€" cause some message had been sent after them? Orâ€"had she hit upon the truth here?â€"were the two cars the two halves of the expediticn, and not, as she had assumed, one complete whole? Had car number two ‘come out in purâ€" suit of car number one, and overhauled it here? In that case, it was evident that they had, for some reason, abanâ€" doned the run. The cat was out of the bag. And now what? She had no time to puzzle her head over how the cat had escaped from the bag. She moved onwards a few steps, and ner torch found something else, full in the wheelâ€"mark of Graham‘s car. It was so crushed into the dust where the wheel had passed over it that at first the two ends appeared quite indepenâ€" dent of each other; but when she put her fingers to it she found the middle section still there, splintered into shivers like blackwood. And this mess had once been a fountainâ€"pen. She picked up the frazments, and knew scmething else. This mess had once picked up the frazments, and knew scmething else. This mess had once been Peter‘s fountainâ€"pen. Learnerâ€"Drive to London She turned, and ran for the cottags, hurling open the door s> sharply that her mother awoke, and stared, and asked sleepily: "Good gracious, Pegg what‘s the matter?" "What‘s the matter?" said Peg‘gg mnantinz. "Everything‘s the matter. The gaff‘s blown, and run‘s off, and they‘ve got Peter." She pluned upeon the discarded hat and coat which she had thought to put aside once for all toâ€"nizht. Thank goodness she was still, in every dainty respect, Eleanor Vanâ€" deleur. What was it had warned her to leave the makeâ€"up on? "Butâ€"but it isn‘t safe. And what can you do alone?" "More than all the police, maybe," said Peggy, still confident in her identity as Eleanor Vandeleur. It had not yet been called in question. S6he was still, as far as she knew, Lady "Of course, dear, this minute. But what are you going to do? It will take half an hour to find the men, I exnect § ""That‘s what I‘m afraid of," saill Pegi:y. "I can‘t wait. Five minutes may make all the difference. I‘m going to drive vp by myself after them." vélid on "The Northland" d the curves oy which C e car upon its tracks.| d s nothing; here, even, h fused by the tracks of . h ng precisely the same r there was .no doubt g th cars had come s t] ried and gone back toâ€" | fi risk she had to take with the rest. "T‘ve got to find that out. If you‘ll see that the reserves come up, I‘ll manage the firing line." She dashed from the house, and ran ts open the gates. Peter‘s own car was in the shed where once Graham‘s car had been hidden; it would not overtake the fugitives, she thow:ht, certainly not with herself at the wheel, She had no> licence; she had passed no test. But maybe luck would keep the constables from her path; or if it did not, she could at least recruit the first one who stopped her, tell her story, and bludâ€" geon out of him by any wiles which would answer the purpose a miniature fAying «quad of her own. But perhaps, she reflected wryly, as she took the wheel, and the car moved forward gently down the slide of gravel towards the gates, she would not be beâ€" lieved. Perhaps she would be held up {for hours in some village policeâ€"station. Thank heaven, then, that at least she had ensured her reserves. If she did not reath Coleridge Square, at least Superintendent Barker and his men would reach it in due time. And now she had to concentrate on her chances, not upon her fears. She had driven, under Peter‘s expert and friendly eye, on country and town roads during their labours together. She had, so he had told her, shown great promise, perhaps because her nerves were admirably steady. But never until now had she faced a serious bit of longâ€"distance drivinz like this. She had, however, an incentive which raised her superior to all the doubts and indecisions to which the novice is prey. And the past few weeks had taught her that in perilous circumâ€" stances the brain moves perilously, forâ€" zsetting to be awed by what it has to face. Adventure, in fact, can become a habit. She wondered, as she drove, what Mere Colibri woukMl do now. And what of Peter? Was he to be a hostage for them? She could hardly see how, unâ€" less the bargaining was to be done with some private person like herself. The police do not, cf course, go about perâ€" mitting people to ‘be murdered; but neither, on the cther hand, can they buy and sell the lives of their devoted Peter Milnes by bending the law of the land. What then? She would not give much for his life, if it occurred to Mere Colibri that the whole or the bulk of the case against herself and her associâ€" ates, failinzx concrete captures in the house, or betrayal by papers at the Green Scorpion, rested upon Peter‘s testimony. As it did! Better not think of that. All she knew was that the first person on the spot would have the best chance of saving Peter‘s life; mayâ€" be the only chance. "Come in, Miss Vandeleur!" Fate was kind to her driving; the roads were fairly empty until she zame into the outer borders of London, where her admirable nerves began to shake distressfully at every corner. The strain was telling. Taken by and large, she would infinitely have preferred to te in Peter‘s shoes, and have hlm in hers. % Her knees were shaky from holding down footâ€"brake and accelerator, and she was still wondering in a detached way why she had not been killed at that one frightful corner where she had all but fculed a lorry, and at a speed which had taken the driver‘s breath away But a spark of exaltation lightâ€" ened her heart. Was this really Peggy Calder, driving at an averaze someâ€" where in the fifties down, over a hunâ€" dred miles of country, in the middle of the night? Not that it felt any accomâ€" plishment; but this one evening spent in the old calm environs of home had reawakened her wonder at the collapse of dullness and the coming of exciteâ€" ment. She felt that there was still a dreamlike quality about everything she did: Mere Colibri floating overhead by parachute would not have surprised her very greatly. She supposed it was beâ€" cause she was so tired; she was not ascustomed to turning the night into day. Once in the surrounds of the city, she had to stop and consider her way. She had a good memory for turns, and though the way by which they had left London was complicated, it was only a matter of hours since she had travelled it with Peter. Once she was at a loss, and had to ask an early streetâ€"cleaner for her direction; but he set her right without hesitation, and she was not forzed to ask azain. It was, by the clock on the dashâ€" board, a few minutes past three when she drew the car into the more remote side of Coleridgeâ€"sq., and locoked up and ‘down the gracious bulk of No. 3 for a light, and found none. But, perâ€" haps more valuable indication that her enemies were still in residence, two cars were parked close in front of the door One was Graham‘s, the other she had not seen before. So they had not ye; flown. And in one of these cars had Peter been rushed away from Abâ€" bott‘s Ferry: therefore, since there was now no one in either of the cars, Peter was in this house. Her job was to get him out. Never . mind the question of holding on to the rest of the gang; they were relatively! owle genuine been d she had whiteâ€"h ‘e from role e in vered take » * plan with shild might the ba but 1. < True t mean attle of that w that wWwits s a Ontario to Consume 100,000 bbis. Apples Meant for Britam Ontario housewives and apple conâ€" sumers in general can confidently look forward to a continuous fall and winâ€" ter supply of the "king of fruits" such as has not graced Jlocal markets for some time. ‘Ontario apple growers have in the past carefully built up an exâ€" cellent overseas business, which, of course, has now been lost cwing to war conditions and the need of boat space for war necessities This means that Ontario teeth will replace British moâ€" lars when it comes to munching rich, red Ontario Epies, McIntosh, Snows and Delicious this apple year. What British consumers lose in the way of quality apples, Ontario consumers will gain. To make doubly sure that Ontario consumers will jzain ncthing but the best, the Ontario Department of Agriâ€" culture, working with Ottawa, has eliminated‘ all windfalls an‘dl No. 3 grade apples from sale. In cther words it is a punishable offence by law to offer for sale poor grade apples. The fine is from $10 to $50. Last year Ontario shipped some 100,â€" 000 barrels apples to Great Britain out of an 800,000 barrel crop. This year the crop is about the same. astern Ontario crop is not quite so large, but Woestern Ontario orchards are heavier. The Ontario Geverrment estimate is that there will be ancther 800,000 barrel crop iwith the overseas quota of 109,000 barreis being used right in Ontario and Quebec acording to an agreement with the federal government Ontario gircwers cannot ship beyond the borders of their own province and Quebec, leaving the Canadian West to British Columbia ;zrowers. Grade No. 3 Apples Not be Allowed on Market. Apple growers are being reminded that. all open paltckages Of apples, must have the same markings as closed packages. This means that in addition to the growers names, each basket or package must have the variety of apâ€" ple and grade stamped on it in letters of at least oneâ€"quarter inch in height. The grades will be No. 1 and Domestic. The leading Gifference between a unimportant; Peggy was not a policeâ€" man. She had no weapon; but of what use would a gun have been to her if she had had one? No: she had at least one weapon, of which no one in that house knew, and agzainst whith, thereâ€" fore, they could have no defence. She «climbgdd out of the car, stiffly and wearily, and walked calmly up the steps of No. 3, and knocked. She had thought of rim:ing, but for some reason she knccked instead. It was, perhaps, the silence which awed her into tapping with her knuckles, so softly, so insinuaâ€" tingly; or perhaps it was simply that she felt she would have a better chance of entering if she sounded a correct part of these secret proceedings. Her cbject was not to conceal the fact of her presence, but to advertise it. Let them receive Eleanor Vandeleur how they would; Peggy Calder walked inâ€" visible. She waited only a few minutes, and then she heard clearly the soft footâ€" steps of someone approaching on the other side of the door. An extraorâ€" dinary silence, which allowed her to hear them at all; for they came stealthily, discreetly, and halted while, she supposed, she was examined through some concealed peephole of which she knew nothing. Then, abruptâ€" ly the door was opened. A man whom she did not know, a man in a dark overcoat and hat, said, in tones of unâ€" feigned pleasure: (To be Concluded) The characiers in this story are entirely imaginary. No reference is intended to any living person or to ahy public or private company. (Copyight: Publishing Arrangement with NFL.) "Come rizht in, Miss Vandeleur Mere Colibri will be pleased to so Lorna Davis, 18, is the first girl to take th motor mechaniecs at an Ontario vocational s( third vear. has offered her services to the war woemen‘s night classes in mechanics. 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