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MUTT AND JEFF

GOSH,SHEILA, I'M SORRY I'M LATE FOR OUR DATE! BUT YOUR FATHER - WAS JUST TAKEN TO THE HOSPITAL!

MY FATHER? WHAT HAPPENED?

OH, I HAD AN

ACCIDENT! I RAN OVER YOUR POP WITH MY NEW

CAR!

THE CHINA MAIL, MAY 10, 1939.

By BUD FISHER

GOOD GRACIOUS!

IS IT SERIOUS?

NAW! JUST A BENT

BUT

AXLE, BUSTED RADIATOR

HOW

AND A LITTLE DENT'

IN THE FENDER! THASS-ALL!

ABOUT

FATHER?

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“Trade Mark SLAG.

OH! HE CROAKED!

BUT YOU DON'T- HAVE TO GET ROUGH ABOUT IT!

TIFFIN, MY BOY, TIFFIN

"Lovely'smell of cooking in the club this morning. Scrambled eggs, cut- lets, and that excellent curry the secretary introduced from Penang. Makes a feller's mouth water. I've half a mind to go through the lot.”

"Can't you talk of anything except food? I doubt if I shall ever eat again."..

"Fairly dripping with sweetness and light this morning, aren't you? Advanced case of hangover, I'll bet a couple of chips. Some of you young fellers haven't enough sense to come in out of the rain."

"That's right, Moralize, yon liypo- -crite. I suppose you never woke up with a head or a tongue like a strip of ancient grunny bag.”

"On the contrary, I have in the past cultivated some of the finest hang- overs of all time. But that was back in the bad old days before I'd heard of Rose's Lime Juice."

What on earth has Rose's got to do with hangovers ?"

Ic

Everything, my dear Watson. wipes them out. If you stick to Gimlets or have a good stiff swig before going to bed, you'll have no regrets in the morning."

"Rose's Lime Juire you said ?”

"Yes, Rose's,"

Lend me a pencil, and I'll write it down

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Corporal Joe Crichton of the North- reached their destination by noon of west Mounted police furrowed a narrow the next day. They had stopped only channel through the frost on the win- three times to boil tea and rest. dow of his cabin with his finger-nail The cabin which Lew Chester and and squinted out at the thermometer. Paynter had occupied was cold. Chester Thirty-five below! Corporal Crichton lay on a bunk, covered with a blanket. shivered involuntarily and went back Chinook Baker made a fire, while Crich- to the stove. He opened the door, ton put some soup on to heat and coffee heaved in a couple of chunks of green to boil. wood, then eased down in the chair be- fore the glowing grate.

It was good to be indoors on a night like this, good to think you were going to be warm and comfortable until to- morrow, and that even then nothing ex- cept routine duties would demand at- tention. Things had been quiet in the Frozen Creek country.

Corporal Crichton roused himself from a doże.. Someone had knocked. "Come in!" he called.

Doc Casper threw off his outer clothes and warmed his hands over the fire. When his fingers were flexible he moved over to the bunk and began his examination.

After about fifteen minutes he re- turned to the stove.

"How about it, Doc? Was he fro. zen too much to tell?"

Doc Casper shook his head. "No-1 figure he died early yesterday morning. "Shut the door!" possibly around 6 o'clock." His visitor's face was scarcely visible "See!" declared Chinook Baker, beneath its swathing of mufflers. and "That checks with my story." He re- parku hood. Hoar frost framed his garded Crichton with a half sneer on face like lace on a woman's dress. He his lips. came quickly to the stove, pulling off

" Crichton said slowly, "that his mittens, unwinding his parka. He checks with your story, Chinook. Well, held his hands to the heat,

let's get this soup into us and "Lew Chester's been murdered, or back.' For the next fifteen minutes

"Yes,"

By Stanley Cordell

start

he's committed suicide. He's lyin' in none cf the trio spoke. Then Crichton his cabin up on Beaver Rapids. I got pushed his plate away, reached for a there five minutes after it happened!" cigarette-and brought out his service

Inwardly Corporal Crichton groaned, pistol. but his face remained grave and im- passive. "You're Chinook Baker, aren't you? You came in last fall, You're running a trapline up above the Rapids."

"That's right, Corporal. I got lone.

some and come down to see Cheater and Slim Paynter. Reckon I was a little too late.”

"Where was Paynter?"

"Chinook Baker, I arrest you for the murder of Lew Chester. Anything you say will be used against you."

Chinook's jaw went slack. He star- ed for a moment in sheer astonishment, When he spoke his voice was calm, con- trolled. "You're talking out of order, Mountie, Slim Paynter shot Chester. Everyone knows they was fightin'. He's your man."

"No, Chinook, you're my man. Every- Chinook Baker shrugged. He looked at Crichton steadily. "Paynter wasn't one knew Lew and Slim didn't get there. He was gone an' all the furs along. You knew it. You knew they had a fight and Slim took his share of

was gone,"

Crichton began pulling on his shoe furs and lit out. You figured he'd paca. Already he had ceased thinking gone down stream a ways, maybe, to about the horrors of the journey that finish the winter out by himself. You lay ahead. He was thinking, instead, saw a good chance to knock off Chester of Lew Chester and Slim Paynter, and let Slim take the rap for it while What you They had gone in as partners. Folks you got Chester's furs. shook their heads.

didn't figure on, Chinook, was the pos were too much alike. They'd never get along, sibility of Slim coming down to the living alone together all winter. Pierre settlement, getting drunk, starting a Rosseau, a trapper, had stopped in on where he is right this minute!"

brawl and being thrown into jail,

They

them only a fortnight ago and report- Chinook's ed that the pair were quarrelling.

are

you ?"

"Which

eyes flickered. don't prove that I killed Chester."

"No, but it's good start: Besides,

You ain't going to start out to-night Chinook Baker asked. "Don't be a fool! It's forty below!" I've got something better. I brought Doc Casper up here just to ascertain "Which makes it all the more neces the time of death. It checked with sary that I start to-night. Frozen corpses sometimes destroy important your story all right. You said you ar- clues." Crichton pulled on his parka. Well, look, Chinook, how did you know rived five minutes after it happened. "Stay here and warm yourself. Make when it happened?"

(Copyright 1939, by The Associated Newspapers.)

a pot of tea. I'm going to get Doo Casper. Pick you up in thirty min- utes."

"Pick me up?" Chinook Baker's eyes gleamed (savagely. “Hell, man! You ain't gonna get me out again to-night!"

"You be ready in thirty minutes," Corporal Crichton said quietly, and went out. He crossed directly to Doc Casper's cabint}}briefly gave orders, then went out and assumed a „position from where he could watch. his own cabin. Fifteen minutes passed, but Chinook Baker didn't appear. This was puzzling. The officer had expect- ed the trapper to act otherwise.

Presently. Doc Casper appeared. The two made their way to Crichton's cabin. To the officer's surprise, Baker was waiting and ready to gpio

It was twenty-five miles from Frozen Creek to Beaver Rapids. Corporal Crichton and his two companions

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