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Cutting Christmas trees at Malton, in Yorkshire r the slogan that applied in Engla

endy for the London markets. "Buy British" way nd ibis yar(Times copyright).

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Gems of Peril

REGIN BERE TO-DAY.

Rich and mm, Jupiter is fobbed and mur-

dered during the engagement party she w

for her accretary, Mary Hapkuran,

full the farmuda Suspicion point

HAZEL i IROSS HAILEY

The thiethen come on."

Jupiter e-kiner.

Diary' brother. Bilde,

Bowen's hotel was just around who be killed in a car as he goes to art the corner in a side-street, nearer ber. Poler drop the cast, beleving guilly, Hasan, police reporter for the Star. Sixth than Fifth Avenue. It was

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conducts a pitvale incretention.

Faretrack efk Fallel The Fis to not fashionable but clean and

congra

awnry.

Eddie's cont, wirin.

Bowen bought soma magn-!

we vent Coded Ja the house. Pretised by the zines at the lobby stand, and guided j bus.er ox CEL WITH by

Mary gingerly by an elbow into a believes small, rose and gold room opening

of the lobby.

he ice the night of the murder.

Etwyther. Mary's

Dirk Полет Kalite Kulliy ant tarbide hurt to me Howe

festing further naturlety. They quarrel bat make up and pinn to marry at me. Mary |

An old woman in a soiled uni-) meets Bowen in a speakeasy where the form crippled forward.

be hiding. Dirk zomie to take her hotne. Hilo is way to kick up

in ni Lo

"Hello, Kate," Bowen greeted

the Jupiter necklace in his office antik her. "Take good care of this for

Irores The Fly not therr, diary clumps the kiner Alkut ber that just as three

strangers enter.

They leave, followed by Hlowers, who trace

Mh altemal on the henkinen, Dirk does not

me, will you? Till I come lack."

Kate's eyes look in Mary from head to toe, with cynical interest.

she promised,

Loc. vill"

The two men urrel. Junta Dirx locks "Sure i

ар the neckice these a graph in the

street atilde, Howen lets the thieves with enthusiasm. Kate had execut.

Mary wood commissions for newspapermen

into his car rather than serta exilence Dick. Dith wth pool-pos

of The Fly stul Mara Kors aff with lowen, before. She would soon know what

.

this beautiful damsel in distress CHAPTER XXII

had been up to. Shot her lover, "You shouldn't have done that,"

Whatever it was she'd perhaps. Bowen abjected. "Now how'll you been crying about, it thrilled Kate that she should know about it be get home?"

"I'm not going kome just yet" fore it came oud in tomorrow's pa- Mary said. "You're going back to pers. Shay's and get what fingerprints |

. $

you can. Where are the ones you Mary established herself on the got off the gun 7"

"In my hotel room."

"I'll go, there and wait for you, don't fell equal to Shay's again, right now. Besides, it might be better if you went alone."

"I'll get kicked out anyway, Bowen muttered moroselg. "Look," he said, "you better not do this, You better make it up with him while you can, or there's liable not to be any wedding tomorrow." "There isn't going to be how!" Mary flamed. "Until I find

shubby divan with Town und Tatile and fell to reading, more to escape the old woman's questioning than anything else. Eventually the old soul hobbled away, muttering to herself about the uppityness of some people.

When they get you in the jug. you'll talk, my fue girl," she threat ened through the wall.

the

Tulip of Runnymede, sxhibited by Mr. Reynolda Sains, first prize and champion.

(Timer copyright).

A prize kitten at the National Cat Club's Championship show at the Crystal Palace. It is Mia Langhorne's Alfonso of the Combo.-(Times copyright).

and she will be able to match her rival milliou for million, with few extra for good measure.

"A curious outcome, indeed, in view of the fact that the elderly ptwector's own wife died under mysterious circumstances recently. but Crorsus will hear no ill of his Cinderella, so they say,

Mary burled the magazine as far as she could throw it, and took a turn around the room to cool off. The impudence of it! The cowark lines! How dare people publish nasty innuendo of that sort, and expect to escape punishment? A suit for libel would be the very least they could expect; if she were a man, of she had a father, or a brother-or, the added miser ably, a fincel Old-fashioned horse- whipping was too good for the pur veyors of auch slander!

The alert Katie looked in, but withdrew in affright before that terrible young face. Mary was still pacing restlessly about the room, from picture to picture, staring at the ugly oil landscapes with

un-

Mary read on, oblivious of having offended. It was rather fan make anying out who was meant by the peo-Ping eye, spelling out artists ple roferred to in those small, names as the uttered them. She was determind not to give way here, out who's right. If those finger scandalous paragraphs in

in this place, and add further fuel any, gossip magazine. No names were prints tally, there won't be

to the scandal. anyway, until that man's caught. memtioned, of course, but it was one thing at a time, and that comes usually made plain enough. This, first with me. If they don't-if for hustance. you've just been giving me a- cock-and-bull story"

"Why should I do that?" "To get a sensational story:" "I haven't printed a line about you yet, have 17"

"Why it is that we never appre- ciate what we have until it is an- other's? What child of great wealth

a bud of three sensors age-is! making rather a fool of herself over a childhood sweetheart whose de-!

Lo

Bowen should take her home at once, and the matter would I put He would before Mr. Jupiter. know what to do. "Immense wealth and political pull" indeed! If that were so, then they should be made to feel it!

But as her anger cooled she knew

Then, if that isn't the reason, votion she was wont ridicule with sickening certainty that in- Dirk and you had another" she until he took unto himself a fim- stead of showing it to Mr. Jupiter. turned several shades of pink in eee? She is said to be relying she must keep it from him. After all, was it any more than had been quick succession, but blurted it out heavily on the fact that the said

common talk for weeks? Everyone nevertheless "he said you were fiancee is involved in a messy fam-

xeurrilous little sticking ily scandal just now, which only the know it was making up excuses for around because-you were in love, immense wealth and political pull sheet; everyone discounted its nasty of her sponsor has succeeded in little dige. She would only make with me."

matters worse if she made a row, squelching.

about it.

It didn't faze Bowen.

"I don't say I'm not," he gritted, looking straight ahead.

"Oh, then-"

hla

Bawen came hurrying in, his arpis full of packages. In left handl be held a whisky-bottlo carefully by the neck.

"Sorry to be so long," he ex- plained, "but I had to buy some powder and some other junk.

A cold prickle began to creep over Mary, and she sat upright on the couch, realizing suddenly that "Every blame word I've said is it must be herself who was meant!

ho Her eyes raced on; the truth, and you know it!" cried bitterly. "And I'm tired of "Both aspirants to the hand of having my word doubted! I don't the blu-blooded and personable have to prove It If you want to young lawyer come to the post well drop the matter, we'll drop it right equipped the dob with this world's bere and now. It's entirely up to goods, and the fancee with more got a pretty good thumb print, you. I hate the Fly's gizzard, but than her share of looks. But if all think, but the rest are not so good ....wanta watt here a little longer You're Dame Rumour whiapora is true, and I can let my feelings go.

aponsor till I go up and develop this? I'll. the lucky girl's elderly makes legal and binding his prom-hurry the bottle for Mary

"What's ire to make her his heir, then the scales will tilt heavily in her favour, asked, bewildered.

the one most concerned."

Odd that it had never occurred

to Dirk just that way!

"I'm going with you."

i

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Quick thinking and action of a veteran engineer exved pas sengers when these locomotives crusbed at Pittsburgh. "Ha brought his train to a sudden stop when he saw the freight engine, left, bear down on him. He took the crash bead on rather than risk clearing a switch and having the freight engine strike a PRinger coach. Twonly live ware injured, none seriously.

"Don't touch. It!" He drew it away from her pointing finger. "It's his-the Fly's. Ile drinks a spe- while Jack's back was turned. Let eial brand. Mike encuked it for me me get upstairs with it, quick, be fore something happens to it." He was inbouring under strong excite- ment. "Cany imagine it? I bean carrying this down the street like this. Afraid to wrap it up and smear the print. Wonder I wasn't pinched." He started off, and Mary followed,

"Oh don't leave me here! One more black nurk on my reputation won't hurt, I'm going up with you."

In the elevator she asked bitterly, "Did you know what was in that magazine you gave me?"

When they were out of hearing of an exotic-looking couple who went up in the elevator with them she told him. Bowen did not seem impressed.

"Oh, who reads that lousy little sheet anyway? A handful of nit- wits with more money than brains. who know it anyhow, und about a million roprcesed echoolteachers who won't understand it after they read it. Forget it."

"Emily Anu Ruythor reads it," Mary sald worriedly "I suppose she's in the midst of a pink flt by now"

"Forget it! We'll have Emily Ana begging your pardon on handed knee before we're through."

He propped the door of his room open with a book, and laid his pur- chases out on the table, the pre- cloua bottle occupying an open After that, space all its own, they did not bother to talk. Bowen

sat to work and Mary watched, absorbed. The thumb print came up clearly, the others were, as he had said, too faint to be of much good,

Presently he raised a flushed, perspiring countenance and said dramatically, "Now!" o lald on the table the sheet of paper con- taining the fingerprints obtained from the gan. Beside it he placed a finger-print chart and magnifying glass. Occuyping the place of honour stond the whisky. bottle, erect, its powderblackonod alles showing a variety of finger-

mudges.

แ

He bent his eye to the magnify- ing glase, Roving it from one to the other, back and fortit.

"I'm no expert," he said, at last, "but if those thumb-prints aren't identical. I'll eat 'em. I'll get an expert's opinion on it. If you want it. The boys in the identification intreau will do it for me."

"Do it, will you?" she asked eagerly. "I accept your word, but we must be absolutely certain."

"Right. Tomorrow. without fall. Well, Miss Sherlock Holmes, let's shut up shop for. tonight."

ile removed a pile of clean shirts from a dresser drawer, laid. his exhibita carofully away in the empty drawer, locked it, and they went out.

"It's only 10 o'clock," he whis- nored in the elevator. "You'll be home and in beddy-bye in an hour. What could be awenter? And don't your boy-friend'll come

warry.

} around all right. Keep a střího

per Un, and remember what you've (Continued on Pane 11)

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