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Toilet Goods Specials for Saturday!
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Bags for Every
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but
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knows it, she’s
un-
arm
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this
lour
right. Jawtv I
our murderers.
Fine furs . . . gener-
ously applied . . ■. do
see them Saturday at
$48.75 and $68.76.
Misses coats $14.95 to.
$19.30.
Second Floor
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..... 79c
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I read one of your
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invited
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Patrick C.
15c
.....i 31c
....... 50c
...... 50c
cream, each 29c or the
three for , ............
11 Vera- , ♦
seplol ...............
7 5c Lov’me face powder and 60c zn
cleansing cream for .............. 09C
60c Jergen’s, 20-
lotions .......... 3)C
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I Hogarth is fust another letter-
writing nut.'* e
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Not an ounce
a ‘jailful" of
: June 29.
.m.-v.a Police Commissioner
remarked t O'Brien,
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Tweeds
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Clearance of
Shoes!
OUT Dundee's attention was
D concentrated on the let-
Miss Shepherd: Mr. St
Paige; Mr. Magnus,
Dowd.”
There was a chorus
it
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you know, but I had
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Q Brien drew an official-look- ,
ins letter from a desk drawer |
and passed it to the police • ,
lieutenant. . !
Misses frocks $5.95 to
$7.95.
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When the detective had left,
a slight smile • oh his big,
‘square face. Police Commts-
sioner O’Brfen tilted "back in
-his swivel chair and regarded
his nephew with fond, smiling
eyes.
“Well, boy, I think we put
Main Floor.
to handle him with kid gloves
to keep him from getting sore
for slipping a man into his
department over his head. He
likes you, all right."'
. -o.
8550
very much to get board
room here."
“You picked a good
at
dh "
think it. I'd like to live there
z incognito. I rather think life
will be pleasanter for my fel-
low-boarders if they don't
know I'm on the detective
force—provided I pass my ex-
amihatlons," he added with a
grin. "And of course if Mrs.
Hogarth actually does need
protection, I can give it to her
much more efficiently if my
official conneotion with her is
unsuspected.”
"All right, lad.* Have your
fun," his uncle agreed. "I
shan’t give you away."
$495
uedes, calf and faney grain leathers
. . . also pin morocco and steerhfde
bags - r . in wanted styles. ..black,
brown, red apd black combination or
green shades . . . See, them at $4.95
Main Floor.
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estates enough to see
/ through if the fair city
Hamilton pays its cub detec-
"WELL, Bonnie." O'Brien
VV challenged, when pundee
had flplshed reading the let-
ter. "Looks like a big case,
doesn't it?" and he winked'
50c Melba vanishing, cleansing or tissue
fore midnight. Glad to have
yeu-drop around any time and
If
over this double-deck porch ex-'
tended an abruptly sloping roof
from the level of ' the third
story..Certatnly a hospitable,
comfortable-lookfng/ house, in
spite of the shabbiness of the'
ancient white paint and its air
: of decayed gentility.
Later, Bonnie Dundee was to
feel a curious sympathy for the
fine old house, when pictures of
it appeared in newspapers, with
the caption, "Murder Mansion.”
A big, pompous, middle-aged
man in a freshly laundered suit
of white duck rose from a porch
chair and boomed a friendly
greeting:
"How do you do, sir?Do you
wish to see the landlady, Mrs.
Rhodes? I'm Mr. Sharp—Mr.
Lawrence. Sharp.”
• • •
RONNIE DUNDEE set down
D his heavy suitcase and ex-
tended a hand as friendly as the
greeting. Nice folks, these mid- '
die-westerners!
“Glad to know you, Mr. '
Sharp. My name is Dundee—a
stranger to Hamilton. I'd like "
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sa
_____ many slender posts, was dupli-
He conceals it admirably,” » cated on the second floor', apd
tires a living wag. ..By the
way, at the Rhodes House I’m
going to be a newcomer to, the
city, looking for a job. Which
is true enough. Isn't it? And
even if the Hogarth affair
proves to be as trivial as you
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Fa •
and everyone
enough to-pass on to you,
' could I reach you tonight?”
Strawn shrugged. . “Sure! I
she's pretty sure it’s coming."
"Not with you on the job," •
his uncle reminded him cheer-
fully. “By the way, how are
you fixed for money? I don’t
want you to have to rob the
old lady to get the money to
pay your board—”
“Thanks, Uncle Pat. There’s
a few hundred .left from Dad's
come out .all
," Stahh said,
once more and
py New Year” .
end.
present. Mise Jewel Briggs, whe-
has the room across the hall
from you, is away visiting her
family over the week-end, and
Tilda, the chambermaid has the
little room at the rear. I’m sor-
ry there's only one bath on this
floor—" ,
"Oh, I'm going to be luxuri-
ous up here,” Dundee assured
her.
“Dinner’s at six,” she told
him. “I know that* rather early
for summertime) but my guests
Are always , so hungry after
their long days at the office.-1
hope you’ll be happy here. I
have a nice little crowd of
guests—more like a family than
■ just boarders.
Freshly tubbed, Dundee de-
scended the sairs at exactly six
CHAPTER 1.
"WELL, ‘my lad, if it’s work
" ’ you're wanting, Lieut.
Strawn here is the man to see
that you get your ffll of it,"
said Police Commssfoner
O'Brien, his blue eyes twink-
ling at the tall young man
who sat across the desk from
• him, • “Jawn—" he turned
slightly in his swivel chair and
drooped a sandy-lashed lid in
a significant wink — "this
young scalawag happens, by
the grace of God and a sister
of mine—rest her soul—to be
my ephew,- Do you think
that the taxpayers will rise in
their wrath and defeat me in
the next election if I give him
a job under you on the homi-
cide squad? Of course you're
to kick him "out if he's no'
good as a sleuth. But if he's
half as goo dat finding out
what a fellow would give his
7 ‘7
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"I’ll try to bear up," Dun-
dee promised, laughing. Then,
seriously: /‘But if I should
think her story Important
"LfMna Strawn
Il noncommittally, as he | City, Hall
read the three* or four para- । Hamiiton!
graphs. “So you've worked
in Scotland Yard,‘hate you.
Medium and fall
weights . . .* medium
and light shades.
Three button eoats.
Sizes 34 to 44. Real
values at this low
price Saturday . .$15
Main Floor
“You're an impudent
cal,” his uncle charged,
his eyes were twinkling.
f-oze bottle rose water
and glycerine........
60c Hind's Honey and
Almond cream .......
80c Woodbury's soap
8 for ..............
26c Cashmere Bouquet
soap, 3 for t. .. .....
ly greetings, and as Dundee took
his seat directly opposite the
very pretty girl who was Miss
Paige, he reflected: 30
"Nice, frjendly people. Just
folks! I suppose Lieut. Strawn
and Uncle Pat are right and
that I'm as big a nut as . that
poor old womah upstairs." /
But just then there came, 7
from-abyve, a raucous scream-
ing of words, in a voice that
was so strangely horrible that
Dundee's hair rose on his scalp. .
"Hep! Murder! Police!”
The young detective sprang to
his feet, hla face paper-white.
I (To Be Continued)
o'clock. Somewhere below a
deer-toned gong was summon-
ing Wie hoarders—a rathet un-
necessary formality, he thought,
for when he entered the dining
room the tables were almost
tilled.
Mrs. Rhodes was waiting ‘for
him and escorted him to the
long table in the center of the
room. ,
"This is the house guests’ ta-
ble. Mr. Dundee. The little ta-
bles are for ‛mealers‛—tran-
sients, you know, who come in
only for dinner.” .With her hand
on his arm, she performed the
introductions:
"This is Mr. Dundee, folks.
And Mr. Dundee, this is Mrs.
Sharp. You’ve already met Mr.
Sharp. And this Is MIbs Barker;
Mwi 'll
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BEGINNING: “THE AVENGING PARROT,” ANNE AUSTIN’S
Brevmmankid,
patents . . ,
black satins
A ...in pump
land strap
A styles. some '
D with reptile
V. trim..All are
‛ unusual,
I . values at--+
levelanders are
Stabb can make
i health.
itment baa de-
lily's finances,
s disaster, he
ne. His wife is
payments may
A S uncle and nephew passed
A through the outer of the
two offices that made up the
police commissioner's suite in •
City Hall; a plain girk who
hoped she looked pretty, be-
cause Qt the extra layer of
make-up she had added to her
complexion, caroled a sweet
"Goodbye, Mr. O'Brien. Good-
by, Mr. Dundee,” her eyes co-
quetting hopefully with the
tall, slender young man.
But Bonnie Dundee was not
thinking - about her. Scarcely
heard his, own voice answer-
ing, He was thinking of a
fat, sick old woman who was
in terror of her life.
"What’s that you’re mutter-
ing to yourself, Bonnie?” his
uncle asked, when the elevator
had deposited them on the
main floor Of City Hall. . >
"Was I muttering?” Dundee
flushed and laughed. "It was
just a* stanza from one of
Burns’ poems:
Tve lived a life of strut
and strife;
I die1’ by treacherle:
It burns my heart I must
■ depart,
And not avenged be’}
"Have you gone clean daft
over the Hogarth woman?" his
uncle demanded in ' genuine
astonishment. "Surely you're
not .taking that fool letter to
• heart, imy boy?"
"Not 'to heart’ yet, but 'to
head',’’ Bonnie Dundee retort-
ed. "I ican’t help thinking
about her. If she really has
a miser’s hoard .hidden away
that his uncle was "riding”
him good-naturedly, but felt
—no resentment. When a man
is only 25 he does not expect
to be taken very seriously by
his elders, i‘
- “I 'deduce' that Mrs. Emma
Hogartir writes a very logical,
lucid letter for a 'nut',” he
answered, grtmmng. “What are
you going to do about it.
Uncle Pat? She does put it
up to you rather strongly, I’d
say—‘My aim, as police com-
missioner of Hamilton, has
been and will be to decrease
crime by sound and logical
methods of prevention’," he.
quoted, hla blue eses spark-
ling' with mirth. "Who wrote
that ' speech for you. Uncle
Pat?”
"I wrote it myself. you’
oung whippershapper!" his
uncle retorted. "And just to
prove I meant every word of
it. I'll send somebody around
to-talk to the old dame—”
"Who seems to be qite an
admirer of yours." Dundee In-
terrupted, smiling broadly.
"She knows how to get what
she wants out of the Irish,
desn’t she? . . . Say, Uncle
•Pat, how about letting me have
a powwow with this shrewd
‘Mr. Dundee!” Mr. Sharp boom-
ed heartily. "Fastest growing
city in the middle west. Yes
slree! (We hundred thousand by
1930 is our slogan, Mr. Dun-
dee—Oh, here's Mrs. Rhodes.
. . . Mrs. Rhodes, I'd like to
make you acquainted With a
newcomer to our fair city—Mr.
Dundee, of—where did you say
you're from, Mr. Dundee?”
" Bonnie hesitated for only a
moment. Then, "New York
City,” he smiled, stating the ex- ■
act truth, for he had come from
New Yprk to Hamilton, tho he
had no home since his father's
death the year before.
Until he saw her smile,
Bonnie was afraid that his pros-
pective landlady was a formida-
ble one—the kind he particular-
ly detested. Tall, her big bones
well edvered with flesh which,
however, did not Five the im-
pression of fat; a high, sternly
corseted bosom; an olive-
skinned face, crowned with Iron-
gray hair In an old-fashioned,
intricate coiffeur. He was about
to put her age tentatively at
50, when she smiled—a smile
that drove the anxiety out of
her face and made her large
brown byes sparkle like a girl's.
Bonnie had no glimmering of
the fact that it was his • own
fresh, boyish good looks that
had worked the minor miracle.
“Were you looking for a place
to. board,Mr. Dundee?” Mrs.
Rhodes asked hospitably.
Ten minutes later, the.prelim-
inary negotiations concluded.
Bonnie Dundee and his land-
lady stood in a little room on
the third floor,, charming with
Its sloping ceiling, faded but
pretty wall paper, crisply laun-
i .dered dotted Swiss curtains In
the little gable windows.
' "I'm sorry I haven't a room
on the second floor, as you
wanted," Mrs. Rhodes worried,
• "but I think you'll find this
room very comfortable, Mr.
Dundee-. Quiet, too. If you like
ceitet. There are only two other
rooms occupied on this floor at
goinz to be disappointed in
Hai""ton as a crime center.
Du iee.- Offhand, I can’t, re-
cal.ed a single case where' a
ric! old man was found dead
in his Tibrary. a carved dagger
in his heart, and doors and
windows barred. And so far
as I know, there's not A
- single house In all Hamilton
with a secret passage—"
O'Brien chuckled. "You’re
in the paper when you were
running for reelection. You
said somethitg like this: “My
alm. as police commissioner of
.Hamilton, has been and will
be to decrease crime by sound
and logical methods of pre-
vention. in my opinion, crime'
prevention IF of even greater
importance than crime detec-
tion.” There was a lot more
to it, of course, -bnt I thought
then you were a mighty sen-
sible man.
, . Well, Mr. Commissioner,' ‘I
was glad . you were reelected."
altho I couldn't get out to
vote for you, because I haven't
• been able to walk down a
flight of stairs for more than
two years, I weigh over 300
- pounds, and I have what the
doctors call fatty degeneration
of the heart?
But now I want to remind
you of what you sald in those
election speeches, and ask you
to prevent my murder. No,
I'm not crazy, and I do know
for certain that my life is in
danger. It’s because of my
money, tho I haven't got as
much as those who would like
to get it, by fair means or
four, think I have. Everything
I have in the world is in my
room, on the second floor of
the Rhodes House, which" is a
boarding house, as you prob-
ably know. First and last,
and by one way or another,*
I've made a good many ene-
mies during the five years I‛ve
lived here, and all because of
the money.
There's no use writing me
a letter, telling me to put my
money In a bank, so I won't
be murdered/for it. I have
good cause to put no faith in
banks, and my bad heart
would keep me from going to
the bank to get any of it out
when I needed it.
What I want you to do is to
send a plainclothes detective
to talk, to me, and to protect
me from the fate that I am
sure is hanging over me. I'll
name no names now, but when
your detective comes, I'll have
plenty to tell him—enough to
convince him that I’m not the
silly old fool you’re thinking
me now.
If you want to prevent the
robbery and probably the mur-
der of an old .woman who has
never done anything worse in
her life than to arouse In her
fellow-boarders the passion of
greed, you will do as I ask.
"Respectfully yours.
(mrs.) emma Hogarth.
Pj- B.—Please tell your de-
tective not to let on to. any-
one, not even to Mrs. Rhodes,
tell me all about Scotland
Yard'." ___________
I hadn’t lost her heart to a
I Scotchman by the name of
I .Dundee,” O'Brien chuckled.
I “Irish he is, Jawn, as you can ) ,
see by the black hair and the ,
blue eyes of him, but Scotch.
- he is, too, by the name .his
father pinned on him. Jim-
. nils Dundee his name is. Jawn.
or, Jf you’re wanting his alias,
you might write him down in
your books as 'Bonnie' Dun-
dee. A sorry nmefor a ali-.
footer like Jimmie here. _ but
Bonnie he's been since a sen-
timental lass he lost his heart
to in high school found a poem
caHed ’Bonnie Dundee' and .
made him a present of the
e-kep ■
’’“and 'Bonnie'he'll be till he "'
dies, I osuppose. But what do
you think, Jawn? Cquld you
overlook- the handicap and
give the hoy- a trial .'at the
detectire, business?"
" Anything you say -goes,
' Commssioner." Strawn agreed
grudgingly, at last taking the
Him young hand that sts still
thrust toward him, "or course,
he'll have to take the regular I
examinations- ”
"Of course!” Bonnie Dun-
. dec ‘flashed a wide, disarming
. smile at .the dour man who
was to be his chief. "And
thanks much. Lieut. Strawn. I
hope you'll forget .after a I
• bit, that I worked pull to. get
this, job—”• • -I
"Pu1l, Is It?” his uncle In- i
terrupted. “I'd have yowknow. '
lad, that t ve got the interest I
of Hamilton at heart, not
• yours! If half this inspector i
Jessup qf Scotland Yard says I
about .you is true. Strawn la .
going to be glad to have you.
Just look at this * Jawn!”
again at Lieut. Strawn. "What ' .. , — . -
do you ’deduce’?" tseldom leave headquarters -be-
Bonnie Dundee saw the
wink, understood very well
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75 right arm not to have , found
41 nut as his mother was. r . .
% Why, Nora, bless her heart,
%- knew When I was in ove with
% a girl .before I had tumbled
% to it myself-*"
2 "And what might hla. name
7 be. Commissioner?" John ..
9 —-Strawn leutenant of the Ham-
% ilton homteide squad, inter-
21 rupted, his gray eyes narrow-
% ig speculatively upon the
7 smiling' young man who had
% risen add was holding out a
% hand.
"It might be O’Halloran, if
that wilful sister of mine
A T five o'clock-that Saturday
* A afternoon, June 29, a tall,
slim young man, wearing a
well-fitting suit «of blue serge
whose Bond Street label he
had rather regretfully re-
moved.. turned' up the cement
walk leading : from Chestnut
Avenue to the front porch of
the Rhodes Hous*
The big lawn needed cut-
ting rather badly, but after the
months he had spent In Lon- ’
don and, more recently, in -
New York, even a neglected
lawn looked heavenly. Flow-
ers, too, in narrow beds along
the walk and below the low
porch, which extended the
whole width of the house and,
apparently, along the entire
east side of it. Red rambler ;
’roses on a trellis which closed i
off the west end of the front,
porch. A driveway -whiek j
hugged that side of the house
But .the greenhouse on the
west lawn,.about 15 feet from |
the graveled greenhouse, prob-
ably yielded Few flowers now,'
for of its hundreds of little
.You’ll find it well
worth your while to
invest in a handsome .....
winter coat such .as
these ... at such
substantial r e d u c-
tlons!
You II delight in (N8
wearing these high > %
color stitched silk \ N
hats that are clev-’ \ •
erly combined with 16:
straw. Smartest.
shapes ...... $5
Second floor
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Dundee?” .
"Yes six months, sir, but
only in a very minor capac-
ity. I was under Inspector
Jessup in the Department of
Records.. I did not actually
go, fin cases, but ! did manage
to ..learn something of British
police methods.”
Strawn thawed visibly ."Col-
leze. I suposet" he grunted.
"Tm afraid so. But as' I
spent most of my time reading
ever'thing on criminology that
I enutd lay my hands on, I
don’t think I’- moverburdened
will an education, sir.”
’’Hmm! A story-book de-
tective," Lieut. Strawn com-
minted, but there' was a gHnt
of not unkindly humor in his
glass panes only a few re- i
mained unbroken. -
On the east lawn there was ।
a big garden swing, glistening '
from a recent coat of green ,
paint. And in the swing a -
pretty girl sat rocking .idly. 1
"I know I’m going to like ।
•this place." Dundee told’ him- 1
self jubilantly. She was a ।
-very pretty girl, ’wlth the late ।
afternoon sun slanting golden 1
beams ■ through the coppery .
brown of her unbobbed hair, 1
He flicked his eyes away, ]
for he had stared just a mo- <
ment too long. The-house was 1
a jolly old thing. No, he cor- j
reeled—-himself swiftly. - He i
must not”lapse into those Eng- "
ifsh phrases he had picked up [
unconsciously. But it was. a i
fine old place. Three stories, 1
the top one many-gabled, in ,
the fashion of a by-gone ar- ■
chitecture.
.The wide porch, supported by «
Children’s Coats -’
f : One-Third Off
COHN & SONS
North Fort Worth’s
Department Store
Dundee laughed. "I may as
well add that I like him,
too.”
“John Strawn has been on
the force for myore than 25
years.” O'Brien weii.t on. “He’s
a splendid routine detective—
thoroughgoing, tireless, re- .
lentless"
“But unimaginafive?"’ Dun-
dee suggested, rising.
“You'd better park your
imagination . outside Police
Headquarters. Monday morn-
ing. young feller me lad,” his
uncle warned him. “Hold on!
I'm going -to call it a day.
We'll go home to lunch and
break the news to your Aunt
Mary that you prefer -a
prunes and oat-meal boarding
house to her ljoneydew-melon
and waffles brand of hospital-
ity. Poor Mary! It's a lonely
woman she’ll be'—”
Bonnie Dundee laid an af-
fectionate arm about his un-
cle's shoulder, “Suppose you
give your brogue a rest when
you're talking to me alone,
Uncle'Pa’t.” he laughed. “I
know it goes over swell with
the cops and the Voters, but—”
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old miser?”
“Blithering old nut, you
-mean Strawn said sour-:
■ ly. “As the commissioner told'
you, Dundee, we’ve got hun-
dreds of letters like that on
file, and not one of the writers
has been robbed or murdered
yet.” .
“Somehow,” Dundee said, "I
feel that this Case is just, a
little different from-those hun-
dreds of others. I think I'll
see if there’s a vacant room at
the Rhodes House—” ,
z"if you’re to believe this
letter, it's more likely to be
Rogues’ House,” O’Brien
chuckled. Then his smile
faded, as he realized the sig-
nificance of his nephew’s re-
mark. "Listen, bby, you're not
going to leave your Aunt Mary
and me flat, are you? Isn't
our guest room good enough
for you?” .
“Too good, since I can’t pay
for it,” his nephew answered
seriously. “It's good of you
and Aunt Mary to want me,
and I’ve Immensely enjoyed
this week of being a pampered
guest, but now that I've, landed
• a job I’d like to scout around
for a boarding house. I’m
glad Mrs. Hogarth's letter
came while I was here. She
at least makes the Rhodes
House sound—well. interest-
ing.” • • •
T IEUT. STRAWN rose, knock-
HL’ ed the ashes from his pipe
into-the police commissioner's
big brass cuspidor, and reach-
ed for his uniform cap.
'■Well, Commissioner, I’ll be
ambling .on over to headquar-
ters. Glad to have met you,
Dundee. This being Saturday,
guess you won't be ready to
report till -Monday.”
"I may be ready tq report
thtsvevettngTLAeutnant," Dun-
dee answered. “That is. If
you and Uncle Pat are willing
for me to look into this Ho-
garh letter. It. seem to me
that I might as 'well ‘protect’ >
the old lady,"as she requests,
and get a good boarding house
at the same time. It's a de-
cent place, I suppose?"
"One of the best,” Strawn
admitted. "Aside from Its .
fascinating criminal prospects,
as outlined 'in that letter,' the
Rhodes House is convenient to
headquarters and the business
district. One of those old.
mansions deserted by thelr
owners when the business dis-
trict began to spread west.
Chestnut Avenue used to be
Hamilton’s Park Avenue, in the
good old days. Now the old
houses are coming down and
filling stations, garages and -
apartment houses are going
up in their places. If you
really want to find a good
boarding house, I suppose you
might do worse than the
Rhodes House. But I hope you
won't be too disappointed
when you find that Mrs. Emma
littlerexeitement," he added to
Dundee, -by way ot,explaa-
tion.. "We get hundreds of
nut tetters in the coutse of a
year. Some of the writera are
plain crazy, some trying to
cause trouble for their private
enemies; some out to kid the
- police--"
“And what kind is this?"
Bonnie Dundee asked Interest-
edly. . -
"The commonest of all.”
O'Brien chuckled, shaking his
head of frost-touched red hair
' It Illl-Mtfir nephew. "NothIng
here to Interest a rising young
Sherlock Holmes. Just sn old
lady who's got a bug in her
bean that alt her fellow
boarders are .plotting to kill
her. What's that high-falut-
tn’ name ' you college, boys
have for it?”
"Persecution complex," Bon-
nie. grinned. "Pardon — may...
• I see the letter?” T-
Strawn, who had made no
comment on the letter oas he
read' it, beyond a disgusted
snort, passed the sheets to
the young man.
Dundee's bright blue eyes.4
traveled swiftly down the first
page of small, precise hand-
writing Ip green ink; then his
audience of. Two saw him
frown, as Ne began to-re-read
the sheet.
O’Brle winked at* Strawn?
and the pllce lieutenant re-
turned the pleasantry with
great solemnity.
• • •
’em'! Just old-fashioned kill-
err. the lot of ’em—shooting
off .32′8, carving their wives
or sweethearts with razors or
butcher kniv}s. Sometimes the
ladles serve arsenic sandwiches
at their tea parties, but on the
whole, my boy. they give us a
pretty dull time of It. leav-
ing so many clues lying around
Ihnt sometimes Jawn Strawn
here is almost ashamed to take
the taxpayers’ money—"
"Excuse me, Mr. O'Brien.”
p girl’s vioce spoke from the
doorway: "but here's n spe-
cial delivery letter for you.
marked Personal’."
"Eli? . , Oh. all right.
- . . . No, you needn't wait.
Miss Crane,” the police com-
missioner said rather pointed-
ly. as he saw hla secretary’s
eyes linger upon the hand-
some faoe of his nephew.
As the girl—not a very
pretty one, but striving by
। make-up arts to appear so—
i • left, the room, the police com-
fi. misstoner slit the envelope.
WL drew out three sheets'of cheap.
lv blue-lined tablet paper, and
I began to read.r. '
I * "Another nut,” he muttered
i • as he 'finished and tossed the
I letter across the desk to
. Stnawu. ' Poor old lady —•
bored—trying to kick up a
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