The Aspermont Star (Aspermont, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. 2, Ed. 1 Friday, August 6, 1943 Page: 7 of 8
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When the soldier talks about "the
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the head of his company. And
that's just what the title "captain"
means. It comes from the Latin
word "caput" meaning "head."
Another leader high in the Army
man's favor is Camel cigarettes—
they're first choice with men in
the Army. (Based on actual sales
records from service men's own
stores.) When you're sending gifts
from home, keep in mind that a
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welcome. And though there are
Post Office restrictions on pack-
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THE STORY BO FAR: Judy Jason,
who ll telling tbe dory, receive* an
anonymous letter enclosing 1800 and ask-
ing her to bid for an abandoned church
to be auctioned the next day. She Onds,
In an old cheit, Ihe body ol a man IdenU-
fied a* Roddy I.ane. the body disap-
pears a few hours later. A B h shed
burns, apparently killing an old man
named Brown who Is supposed to have
lived there. Judy flnds Roddy Lane's dia-
mond In the handbag she left at the
church the day of the auction. Lily Ken-
dall Is found dead, with Hugh Norcross'
scarf wrapped around her neck. The
guests have reassured themselves that
Roddy I.ane Is not on the "Head."
Now continue with Judy's story.
CHAPTER XIV
"You can breathe easy. He isn't
there. We hunted from attic to cel-
lar. No sign of anything—food, I
mean. Just his open suitcasc, with
the clothes the way I told yoti when
I climbed up and looked in the win-
dow that time with the Rev. De
Witt. There's a bird. He's stopped
splitting the atmosphere lately."
Just then a cowbell, shaken vig-
orously by an angry hand, made us
turn to see my Aunt Nella at the
rear steps.
"Cornin' right along, m'dcar!"
yelled Uncle Wylie.
"Me, too. Not that I could eat."
Potter stared miserably at the sea.
"You might as well have the pic-
ture, Judy. She'll never want it,
now. It's a poor time to speak of it,
but I was tickled silly at. the com-
mission to paint her portrait. Not
that I'm very good at it," he added
modestly. "I'll leave the painting
outside your door, shall I?"
Outside my door! Would he sneak
in and grab that $500?
I thanked Mr. Potter for the paint-
ing, wonderingly, as he walked
swiftly toward the cowbell. But the
others were coming down the drive,
so we waited for them, Mr. Quincy
and I.
Victor asked, "Your uncle get
back O. K.?"
I inclined my head. "Gone in to
dinner. Auntie's furious. Better all
hurry up. Whatever she's got ready
she hates to have it get cold."
"Where's friend Potter?" De Witt
asked quietly.
"Gone on ahead. Feels pretty
badly about losing his commissions.
Miss—Miss Kendall gave him two,
you know, but this good Boy Scout
made up for one of 'em. Wouldn't
let me pay for the church."
"Why didn't he wait for us?" Vic-
tor said, half to himself.
I explained about the painting he
was leaving outside my door. When
we reached the inn my aunt beck-
oned me with a ladle.
"Go up and look," Victor whis-
pered, "or shall I?"
"You go. I've got to help serve,"
t answered.
Albion Potter was coming down
the stairs. "Hope you like it—in
spite of everything," he smiled at
me, and passed on into the dining
room.
Victor started up and I hurried out
to my scolding auntie, trying to
make up for my absence by tell-
ing her the news. I thought the cu-
cumber dishes looked stingy and was
slicing another when she made me
cut my finger with:
"Thank goodness, there won't be
any more beads to sweep up!"
I finished the cucumbers and took
them in. The guests were nearly
all seated, munching the salted
crackers we served with the chow-
der.
1 set down Victor's chowder and
a dish for myself. My aunt had
"et," she said, and wanted me to.
He came presently and sat down
opposite rne. "Money's there," he
whispered. "Painting's wet. Had to
scrub the stuff off my hands. That's
why I was so long."
Bessie Norcross was absent.
Didn't want any lunch, she'd told
Aunt Nella. She was going to take
a sleeping powder and lock herself
in her room. Would Mrs. Gerry
please so inform her brother?
Mrs. Gerry did. "Took poor Miss
Kendall's death awful hard. She
was bawling her eyes out. Kep' say-
ing, 'Hughie never done it!' As if
any one'd think you did!"
Several spoons were halted in mid-
air. Several pairs of eyes, 1 saw,
shot suspicious glances at poor
Hugh, trying to eat his chowder
with a fork.
"Did you look in the tent?" Aunt
Nella asked. "I've got a feolin' Rod-
dy's around here somewhere, hid-
in'."
Uncle Wylie, for the first time, was
eating his repast with the guests.
Nothing short of murder could have
made him bring in his dinner from
the kitchen, but there he was at a
rear table.
"Don't be rldic'lous, Nella. Looked
!n the tent every time I passed it
today. Hunted all ever our barn.
Only place I ain't been is Mr.
Quade's trailer." He bit off a health-
ful chunk of bread. "Could Lane
conceal himself in one of your cub-
byholes?" he asked Victor.
"Not a chance. The trailer's been
searched. I still have the keys."
The minister turned around in his
chair. "Boathouse was locked, too,
wasn't it? Yet somebody's been
there. Is it likely Lane would scut-
tle his own boats? Much as I de-
spised him, I can't but hope he just
left the Head in a natural way.
The fire was an accident, which
burned a poor old deaf man."
"And Miss Kendall?" Albion Pot-
ter was still bitter, apparently about
his lost commission to do her por-
trait.
"Accident, too? Fell into the Pi-
rate's Mouth."
Hugh flung down his napkin. "Nice
of you, De Witt, but it won't go. Not
when you know the poor woman
was strangled with my scarf."
I caught an exchange between Un-
cle Wylie, who'd been about to say
a word, and Victor, who shut him
up just in time. So all my Uncle
"Hope you like it—in spitfl of ev-
erything," he smiled at me.
really uttered was "Sartin"— the op-
posite of what he'd intended.
Hugh tossed him a scornful
glance. "Oh, I admit it was my
scarf all right. At least, I'd lost one
of the same color. I'll tell the police
if the chance ever comes, in this
isolated hole. But." and he fairly
shouted it at us, "I didn't tie it
around her neck! I—I likpd the poor
old girl." He crammed some food
into his mouth and nearly choked
on it. His glass was empty and 1
sprang to refill it for him.
"Thanks, Judy. You tell them I
didn't write you the' funny letter,
cither. Or send you any money.
Truthrts, I'm hard up. Had to bor-
row from my sister to afford this
vacation. Felt I was justified since
it was on her account we—"
He was talking too much and
knew it. He drained the second
glass. But 1 couldn't tell them he,
or any of the rest of them, hadn't
sent the letter.
"I don't believe you did," I said
lamely, clearing away the table.
"Well, I know I didn't," chided
Thaddeus Quincy.
"Nor I."
"Nor I." *
"I certainly didn't."
The denial was vociferous and gen-
eral, each guest gazing blandly
around .the table at the others.
"Wylie ain't got a cent, so he
couldn't," Aunt Nella said virtuous-
ly. "And you needn't look at me! I
love Judy more'n any of you, but 1
wanted that church for a bungalow
in my old age. "Tain't no place for
a tearoom. Why, Rockville's chock-
a-block with gifto shoppes and tea-
rooms, and only one of 'em makin'
ends meet." Her head straight-
ened stiffly. "And I'd thank who-
ever busted our boat to have it re-
paired. That goes for the register,
too." She flounced through the
swinging door to the kitchen.
I sat petrified. Auntie can be
mighty insulting in a polite way.
After all was said and done, only
one person was likely to b« respon-
sible for the damage.
Thaddeus Quincy chuckled, and
RELEASE v
soon a nervous ripple ran around
the tables.
The minister sobered us down
again. "Judy, is the rest of the
money you received still where you
left it?"
I glanced at Victor. "Yes," I said.
"It's all there."
"Doesn't it occur to you Miss Ken-
dall, for reasons unknown to us now,
might have sent it? She apparently
had plenty of this worla's goods, in
a small way, of course, judging by
her clothes, and her offer to Potter
here of $50 for a portrait, on top of
the bid of twenty-five for the church.
And, as I recall, she was the one
who wanted to search the basement.
Acted strange about the Pirate's
Mouth investigation, too. Lay down
on the rock, remember—after Mr.
Quade said there was nothing
there."
"Would she bid against herself?"
I asked. "She was the one who bid
me up to three hundred at the auc-
tion. Why? If she knew she was cer-
tain to have use of the church
through me, anyway?"
Just then I thought I heard a step
on the stairs.
I held my breath and listened.
Yes, the old stair creaked. Light-
ly, to be sure; but someone was
walking up or down. The other
guests didn't appear to notice. They
were probably too busy eating.
Victor was saying, "The thing to
do now—"
"Excuse me," I said, and hurried
into the hallway and looked up the
stairs. I caught a swish of a wom-
an's skirts and presently a door
closed. Bessie Norcross, of course!
Maybe her sleeping medicine hadn't
worked yet. She'd started to come
down to luncheon, and, finding the
crew had not yet finished, retreated.
That was it. I retreated, too, re-
lieved. Victor and the minister
were having some sort of a pow-
wow over what to do next.
I glanced at the dining-room
clock. Why, it still \iacked three
minutes t.o 1! What a day! Already
I'd lived a hundred years.
"How long would it take you to
get one of those boats fit to cross the
gap under where the bridge was?"
Victor asked Uncle Wylie.
"The cove, you mean. Gap's too
tricky for us Headers. Wouldn't take
long if I had some help gettin' her
down."
"But wh,v don't the authorities
turn up?" Potter ventured. "Even
a fool milkman would report an ac-
cident, wouldn't he?"
"Mebbe he did. But it's dinner-
time," Aunt Nella interposed. "If
you knew Pirate Headers the way
we do, you'd know they wouldn't
miss their vittles, come murder or
the Day of Judgment."
"She's right that time," my uncle
said. "But there'll be a sailboat or
somep'n along before I could patch
up The Eleanor. Whyn't you all
just take it easy til! someone turns
up? Fixed me a megaphone, but
don't see as I'll need it now. Wind's
turned. Carry what we say across."
He finished his last morsel of cot-
tage pudding, folded his napkin neat-
ly and offered, "I'll go set by the
bridge and wait. Shall I?"
Trust Uncle Wylie to choose "to
set" instead of repairing a leaky
bottom!
"We'll come along and join you,
Gerry," the minister said. "Want
me to push your chair, Mr. Quin-
cy?"
"No, thanks," returned Mr. Quin-
cy coldly. "I'll keep away from
cliffs and broken bridges til) the po-
lice get bete."
"I move we go ha%'e another look
at Mr. Quade's trailer," Hugh said.
"I'm remembering a few things be-
sides the scarf," he added darkiy,
"Go with me. Potter?"
Albion shrugged. "Oh. I might as
well. Nothing to paint—now. I wish
to heaven the police would come, so
a body could settle down again."
Reluctantly he followed the leader,
as per usual.
Hugh stopped by my chair. "Ju-
dy, if my sister should come down
while we're gone, tell her every-
thing's all right, will you?"
"Of course, Hugh."
He smiled at me wanly. "Darn
the whole business. 1 told Bessie
she was a fool to come here. Old
memories! Couldn't she have set-
tled them at some other resort—
Hyannis or Nantucket? No, she was
anxious to sec if she was cured of
her affection for that—that bounder.
Well, she's got her—" He muttered
something that sounded like belly-
ful, and immediately added, "Par-
don me, Judy. 1 don't know what
I'm saying." And went out with Pot-
ter.
Victor was having a word with
Uncle Wylie at the foot of the front
steps, and Aunt Nella was corraling
me to help her.
"Dishes, Judy. Please!"
"You bet. Auntie. Feel terribly
guilty, but—" And I gave her all too
dirt while we hustled through.
(TO BK CONTINVKtit
Could It Be?
Teacher — What does "cuWc"
mean?
Pupil—Cubic is the language
spoken by the people in Cuba.
Or What?
Voice Over Telephone — I Mik•
Howe there?
Answer—What do you think thit it,
■.a stock yard?
Will to Tell
Joe—Was your uncle's mind vig-
orous and sane up to the last?
J<*ck—I don't, know—the will
won't be read 'till tomorrow.
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Bootbe and cool diaper rash, relieve irri-
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Meisana, formerly Mexican Heat Pow-
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after evory change. A standby for over 40
years. Costs UttJe. Even greater savings
in larger aises. Always demand Meisana.
Most Men Stammerers
Although no one seems to know
why, more than ten times as many
men as women are given to stam-
mering, research shows.
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Richards, A. E. The Aspermont Star (Aspermont, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. 2, Ed. 1 Friday, August 6, 1943, newspaper, August 6, 1943; Aspermont, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth127155/m1/7/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Stonewall County Library.