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THREE SHUTTERED HOUSES
By BEN AMES WILLIAMS
Copyright—WNU SERVICE
THE STORY SO FAR,
Driving home through a torrential rain, young, well-to-do Clint Jervies picks
Up a girl, scantily clad, running in terror-stricken flight down the road. She
rides a short ways, leaves the car and runs into the woods. He decides to talk
to his dear friends, Inspector Tope and Miss Moss, about his adventure. Clint
still thinks of her as Miss Moss, his former guardian, though she and the Inspector
are married. Clint, having settled down, now manages the Jervies estate himself.
In three shuttered houses, all gloomy and forbidding, on Kenesaw Hill, near where
Clint picked up the frightened girl, lived three families. In one house lived old
Denman Hurder, his wife, who had been Ella Kenesaw, and his daughter, Kitty
Leaford, and her daughter June. Living in a second house was Aunt Evie Taine,
Uncle Justus and brothers Rab and Asa. The third held old Matthew Bowdon and
his wife. Living on the estate was a man known only to June as “Uncle.Jim.”
Following their usual custom the three families gathered in the Hurder home
Saturday night. Kitty, June's mother, retired early with a headache. She was given
warm milk, and insisted on taking two sleeping tablets, one more than usual.
Strangely upset, June slept fitfully, and in the middle of the night went in to see
her mother. She finds her dead. Panic stricken, June ran from the room, out the
unlocked door, and into the storm to get Doctor Cabler. It was here that Clint
Jervies picked her up. Clint tells his story to the Inspector and Mrs. Tope. They
communicate with the police, who are told by the family doctor that Kitty Leaford
died of an overdose of sleeping powders. Clint and the Inspector are not satisfied
and feel further investigation is necessary. When Clint and Tope drive back to
Kenesaw Hill they find Inspector Heale and the medical examiner, who also reports
the death due to an overdose of the powders. He becomes angry when Tope
intimates that queer circumstances surround the death. Aftdr returning home June
ran to see Uncle Jim and told him of her mother’s death. There Clint and the
Inspector visit them. Clint returns to the house with June, and tells her that he
will call her soon. Before they leave Tope questions the girl concerning the
powders. Tope finds that the theory of the overdose is not logical. It would take
more powders than Kitty Leaford knowingly took to kill her in such a short time.
CHAPTER VII—Continued
—7—
Heale had no more than finished
giving instructions when Doctor
Cabler arrived. The physician was
a small man, grizzled, a little bent,
his shoulders surprisingly heavy,
with a steady, severe eye. After the
introductions, Inspector Heale put
the case to him.
Tope, watching the Doctor, thought
his lips stiffened and grew pale as
he listened; and after Inspector
Heale had finished, the physician
was silent for a while.
“Her heart was not strong,” he
said at last reflectively. No one
commented on this; and in the end
he nodded, surrendering.
”1 had overlooked that point,” he
confessed. “Yes, gentlemen, it must
he true!”
“You mean she must have had
more than four tablets?” Heale
asked.
“Unquestionably,” Doctor Cabler
agreed. “To die so quickly.”
Inspector Heale said seriously:
“You understand, Doctor Cabler,
this gives her death the look of mur-
der.”
Doctor Cabler nodded slowly. “It
seems incredible,” he declared.
“And yet—there is something terri-
ble in those houses up there. Mrs.
Bowdon rules them all. She has
something massive in her, some-
thing like a crushing weight.
“How about Mr. Bowdon?” In-
spector Tope asked; and Doctor Ca-
bler said guardedly:
“He surrendered years ago. He
is not at all well. His heart plays
ugly tricks, and his blood-pressure
is very high. He has not long to
live.” And he added: “I have some-
times thought it was his imminent
death which oppressed them all.”
The Inspector nodded. “I don’t
want to come right out and say
‘murder,’ Doctor Dabler,” he ex-
plained. “But we want to look
around inside the house. Mrs. Tope
here suggested that they would all
go to the funeral. If they do, the
house would be empty then.”
Suddenly, then, Tope asked:
“Doctor, can this drug be bought
by anyone, without prescription?”
“From a friendly pharmacist, per-
haps. By some subterfuge.”
“Mrs. Leaford had used it long?”
“Four or five years. I supplied it
to her myself. She did not even
know the name. I gave it to her in
plain bo.ttles, without a label, so
that she would not know what it
was. This was for her own protec-
tion. She qould not secure it except
through me.”
“If someone wished to poison
her,” Tope suggested steadily,
“that person might have stolen tab-
lets out of her bottle, one at a time,
over a period of weeks, without the
theft being noticed. So he woilld
have them when the time came.”
“Readily,” the Doctor agreed. “I
urged Mrs. Leaford to keep' a count
of the tablets she took; but she
was careless and impetuous. She
took an overdose once before. Three
tablets. It made her very ill.”
“I’m trying to understand,” Tope
explained, “how she was persuaded
or compelled to take the extra dose.
Were there any bruises on her lips,
Doctor?”
Doctor Cabler shook his head.
“No, none.”
“Was there any other medicine
she was accustomed to take? In
capsules, for instance? So that
someone could have crushed some
pills into powder and filled a cap-
sule and put it with the others she
had?”
The Doctor said again: “No. I
know of nothing of the kind.” He
rose, and he repeated: “No, noth-
ing. I can’t help you there.” And
he asked in a hushed voice: “In-
spector, what will you do?”
Inspector Heale hesitated. “I
don’t yet know,” he confessed.
Inspector Heale went with him to
the door. And a few moments after-
ward Asa Taine was announced.
Tope watched Asa with a deep at-
tention, from the young man’s first
appearance. This Asa Taine—he
may have been no more than thirty,
but he looked older, and there was
the shadow of dissipation on his
countenance—acknowledged the in-
troductions quietly, but with a
quick, appraising glance for Tope
and for Miss Moss. He spoke in a
slow, sardonic tone, facing them
fairly.
“I’m told you want to see me,”
he said. “Why?”
And before Inspector Heale could
speak, he added in a grim drawl:
“To save lying, I might say that I
can guess you think Kitty Leaford’s
death was murder, so you can be-
gin your explanations there.”
“Well, there are certain circum-
stances—” Heale began. “Someone
was .in Mrs. Leaford’s room after
she went to sleep.”
“How do you know?”
“Because Miss Leaford put a cer-
tain bottle in the medicine cabi-
r
“Crushed with grief.”
net in her mother’s bathroom, and
it is gone.”
Asa Taine smiled without mirth,
and drew from his pocket a small
square bottle. “Here it is!” he said.
There was a moment's incredu-
lous hush; then Inspector Heale
asked sharply: “How do you know
this is it?”
“I've seen it often enough,” Asa
declared.
“Where? When?”
“Kitty liked to play ‘grande
dame’,” Asa explained. “She used
to hold receptions in bed. She’d
stay in bed half the day, sometimes.
Rab and I liked her; and we used to
go up and visit with her there. June
and Grandma Bowdon did too.”
“Where did you find it?” Heale
demanded. “This bottle.”
“In the cellar,” said Asa. “Under
the laundry-chute.”
“How’d you happen to look down
there?”
“Second sight, maybe,” Asa sug-
gested. “Viewing the scene of the
crime!”
“What made you think it was a
crime?” Inspector Heale snapped.
They were all watching him
acutely; but Asa Taine said simply:
“Kit wouldn’t kill herself. And an
ordinary overdose wouldn’t kill her
so quickly. I’ve handled criminal
law, you know.”
“See any strangers around?”
“Why?” Asa countered warily;
and Tope said:
“I heard there was a man in the
woods back of the house this morn-
ing.”
“Oh, that was I,” Asa assured
him casually. “I saw you. I was
afraid you’d spotted me, at the
time.”
Tope for once in his life was pink
with embarrassment; and Miss
Moss smiled faintly. But Tope
asked:
“What were you doing? Why did
you hide?”
“Private business,” said Asa gen-
tly.
Miss Moss asked: “Mr. Taine, did
Mrs. Leaford leave a will?”
“No, madam,” he said. “I answer
you explicitly: She died intestate,
and insolvent too, for the matter of
that.”
They were for a moment silent,
and he turned toward the door; but
Inspector Heale said abruptly:
“Wait a minute.”
“Taine,” Inspector Tope ex-
plained, “Inspector Heale doesn’t
want to make too much trouble; but
he must look into this. Can you
arrange to give him access to the
house during the funeral tomor-
row afternoon?”
The young man hesitated. He said
at last: “Yes, I should say so. You
can prowl all you want, but it’s too
late now. There’s nothing left to
find.” And he exclaimed in a sud-
den deep passion: “If she was
killed, it was someone outside! They
might torture her, but they’d never
kill her. None of them up there.”
Then the door shut resoundingly
behind him, and he was gone. In-
spector Tope wiped his brow, and
Inspector Heale muttered angrily:
“That fellow knows something.
Maybe I ought to hold on to him,
make him talk.”
But Tope shook his head. “If you
set out to arrest anyone right now,”
he pointed out, “you’d have to start
with Miss Leaford.”
And Miss Moss suggested softly:
“There might be another possibility.
I wonder if Mrs. Leaford’s husband
is still alive? And how he felt to-
ward her?”
The two men stared at her with
wide astonished eyes.
CHAPTER Vm
The fortnight after Kitty Lea-
ford’s death was for Inspector Tope
a long and tormenting time; for a
search of the Hurder house while it
stood empty revealed exactly noth-
ing at all. And his utmost urgen-
cies failed to drive Inspector
Heale to any vigorous action. And
Dr. Derrie abetted him by sticking
to the accident theory.
The day after the funeral Tope
and Clint talked with Heale in his
office, and Tope said to Heale stern-
ly:
“Here’s my notion, Inspector.
Mrs. Leaford was about the most
harmless person on Kenesaw Hill.
She hadn’t hurt anyone; she didn’t
want her own way about anything;
she didn’t have any money; she
didn’t have a thing that would make
anyone want to kill her. But some-
one did kill her; and whoever did it
had a deep, hidden reason for doing
it. And we don’t know what that
reason was.
“All right. Now if we—if you, In-
spector—pretend you don’t suspect
anything, whoever did it will get
bold. He or she will do something
else. That’s what you’re waiting
for, isn’t it?” Inspector Heale nod-
ded an emphatic agreement, and
Tope said flatly: “You know what
that something will be? Someone
else will be killed, up there!”
Inspector Heale stared at him.
“Why?” he demanded. “What
makes you figure that?”
“Because there wasn’t any rea-
son for killing Mrs. Leaford alone,”
Tope insisted. “Killing her is bound
to have been a part of a bigger
scheme. If you let things slide,
you’ll have another murder on your
hands.”
Clint, listening to the old man
whose wisdom he knew, felt himself
cold with fear for June, who dwelt
in that shuttered house where death
had been a visitor. But Inspector
Heale said with a slow, fretful vio-
lence: “Well, Inspector, I’m glad to
have your advice, any time, of
cdurse. But I have to make the de-
cisions. You’ll have to let me work
this out my own way.”
And they could not move him. On
the way back to town, Clint saw
Inspector Tope irritated for the first
time in his experience. “I hate a
fool,” the old man said fretfully.
“And Heale’s a fool. I tell you,
Clint, there’s death loose in those
old houses.”
For the rest of the drive the old
man sat silent, absorbed in his own
reflections, till they came home to
the little house in Longwood, where
Miss Moss had dinner waiting. They
sat long at table, going over and
over the things they knew, seeking
to read their implications. And Miss
Moss was a guess ahead of the In-
spector tonight. Tope had reported
that Heale was trying to locate Jim
Glovere.
“He’s gone,” the., Inspector point-
ed out. “So Heale thinks he’s run
away. Heale’s like one of these
whippets. He’ll chase anything that
runs.”
Miss Moss smiled faintly. “I may
be responsible for that,” she con-
fessed. “You remember I suggest-
ed to Heale that he try to find Kitty
Leaford’s husband.”
And the two men stared at her;
and Clint, whose thoughts now
turned always in one direction,
cried: “You think this man is June’s
father?”
Miss Moss nodded.
“What makes you think that?”
“Why else did he live so near, ex-
cept to see June?” Miss Moss sug-
gested. “And—why did they let him
live there, unless he had some such
hold on them?”
Clint asked: “Do you think June
knows who he'"is?”
Miss Moss shook her head; and
Tope said reflectively: “If it’s true,
if that’s who Glovere is, and Heale
finds it out, he’ll figure that Lea-
ford wanted to marry someone else,
and poisoned Mrs. Leaford to be
free.”
“I haven’t seen the man,” Miss
Moss confessed. “Do you think he
might have done it? Remember, the
front door of the house was open.
Someone went in from outside.”
Tope sat very stilL “No, Glov-
ere,, or Leaford, or whatever his
name is, didn’t do it,” he decided.
“But Mrs. Tope, if Mrs. Leaford’s
glass of milk that night was poi-
soned, why would anyone have to
go into the house from outside?
She’d drunk the milk and gone to
sleep before the door downstairs
was ever locked.”
“Someone might have stayed in
the house, left the door unbolted
when he went out.”
“But why?” Tope insisted. “If
Kitty Leaford was already as good
as dead, why?” He said half to him-
self: “Maybe they forgot to lock
the door, that night. I’m going to
see Mr. Hurder myself. See what
he has to say.”
And he added: “I want to figure
some way to meet Justus Taine too,
and his sons. See what they’re like.
I’ve met Asa, but not the other
one."
Miss Moss suggested an expedi-
ent to this end; so during the next
few days Clint, in his capacity as
head of the Jervies Trust, pretend-
ed to revive that old project of buy-
ing some of the woodlands belong-
ing to the Kenesaw farm and cut-
ting them up into house lots.- The
office of Bowdon and Taine con-
trolled the land; and Clint made
an appointment to see Rab, and
took Tope with him.
Rab met them in friendly fash-
ion, discussed the project and made
shrewd comments; at Tope’s sug-
gestion he led them into his father’s
office, and he and Clint shouted the
details of Clint’s proposal into the
ears of Justus Taine, and that man
sat stolid and silent, his eyes blank,
watching Tope while he heard, or
did not hear, what they had to say.
Himself spoke at last half a dozen
words of dissent, and so dismissed
them.
After Kittjr Leaford’s death,
Grandpa and Grandma Hurder
moved dumbly about the house,
crushed and broken with grief. June
tried to comfort and to reassure
them; but once when she sought to
beguile Grandpa Hurder into some
peace of mind he said, in slow tones:
“Your mother was crucified,
June. For twenty years! And I was
to blame.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Doctors Discover Cause of Lip Lesions;
Ariboflavinosis, Name Coined for It
In the future when baby refuses to
eat her spinach, Mother may be
heard warning her against the dan-
gers of ariboflavinosis—that is, if
she can pronounce.
Two doctors of the National Insti-'
tute of Health, Drs. W. H. Sebrell
and R. E. Butler, adopted the word
which they admit is “unfortunate”
but the best one they could think of
to describe the disease, says the
Washington Star.
Ariboflavinosis, they reported, is
the cause of lip lesions, which had
been marked in various parts of the
world but the cause of which had
never been determined.
The disease is due to the absence
of riboflavin in the diet, according
to their experiments. One of the
vitamin B group, riboflavin is wide-
ly distributed in nature in such foods
as milk and other dairy products,
meat, eggs and green leafy vegeta-
bles. Liver and dried brewer’s yeast'
also are good sources of the vita-
min.
The effect of the lack of the vita-
min on human beings was deter-
mined from an experiment in which
18 women were given a daily ration
of cornmeal, cowpeas, lard, casein,
flour, white bread, calcium carbon-
ate, tomato juice, cod liver oil,
syrup and syrup of iodide or iron.
Later, the diet was supplemented by
crystals containing sources of vita-
min C and B1 to make sure the
patients weren’t suffering from any
vitamin deficiency except riboflavin.
Ten of the 18 women developed
lesions in the lips in 94 to 130 days
after the beginning of the experi-
ment. In most of these cases, the
symptoms disappeared five to six
days after the inclusion of the ribo-
flavin vitamin in their diet.
The doctors said that meeting the
daily human requirement of ribo-
flavin isn’t difficult. A milligram of
the vitamin is all that’s needed daily
to forestall ariboflavinosis.
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SUNDAY
SCHOOL
LESSON-:-
Lesson for April 9
PAUL PREACHES THE
RISEN CHRIST
._
LESSON TEXT—Acts 13:16, 23-31, 38-
39; I Corinthians 15:19-22.
GOLDEN TEXT—But now is Christ
risen from the dead, and become the
firstfruits of them that slept.—1 Corin-
thians 15:20.
From time immemorial man has
stood questioning at the close of life,
somehow feeling that (as Tennyson
expressed it)
Thou wilt not leave us in the dust;
Thou madest man, he knows not why;
He thinks he was not made to die:
And thou hast made him; thou art just.
But nowhere in nature was there
written the assurance that death did
not end all. In fact it was not until
Christ won His victory over death
that there was any real certainty
that there was life beyond the
grave.
Christianity is the only faith that
rests upon the resurrection of its
founder. Other religions point with
pride to the monuments at the
graves of their founders. Christi-
anity alone presents an empty tomb.
Since only God can give life and
Jesus by His own power raised Him-
self from the dead, we have the
right to the glorious claim that
Christianity is the one true faith—
a victorious living faith.
Resurrection truth
I. Makes the Preacher Bold (v.
16).
Barnabas and Paul had been set
apart by the Holy Spit it and by the
Church for missionary work, and on
their first journey had reached Anti-
och in Pisidia. In the synagogue on
the Sabbath day they were asked to
speak to the people. Paul arose in
holy boldness and called upon them
to hearken to him. What is the im-
portant message which gives this
preacher such assurance? The res-
urrection of Jesus Christ. It is true
that the sermon he gives presents
much other information as it log-
ically and tactfully leads up to its
high point, but that point is the
resurrection and the redemption
which it assures.
II. Makes the Gospel Clear (w.
23-31, 38, 39).
Reviewing Israel’s history, Paul
declares that of the seed of David
God had “according to his promise
raised unto Israel a Saviour,
Jesus,” but that they slew Him.
Now, if that were the end, we would
indeed be “of all men most mis-
erable” (I Cor. 15:19). Our hopes of
salvation, with Israel’s hopes, were
bound up in Christ. But a dead
Christ could save no one, not even
Himself. We must have a living
Christ. Had Paul’s message stopped
there it would have been a hollow
mockery. But wait, what is it we
read? “God raised him from the
dead” (v. 30). Blessed truth! Glo-
rious foundation for the proclama-
tion df the gospel so aptly epito-
mized in the words of verses 38 and
39. Now it is clear that we have a
victorious, living Saviour and a gos-
pel to preach that is the “power of
God unto salvation to everyone that
believeth” (Rom. 1:16).
III. Makes the Future Certain (I
Cor. 15:19-22).
Man comes to the years of matur-
ity and suddenly faces the shocking
fact that the life to which he gives
so much, for which he labors and
sacrifices, is but for a brief span of
years, perhaps at the most “three
score years and ten, and if by rea-
son of strength they be fourscore
years, yet is their strength labor
and sorrow” (Ps. 90:10). He sees
that friends and loved ones must
part at the grave. Is this the end?
. The answer to that question comes
to us today from the empty tomb in
the garden through the words of
Paul. Listen to their majesty—re-
joice in their beauty and assurance:
“But now is Christ risen from the
dead.” Hallelujah! And that’s not
all, He has “become the first fruits
of them that slept” (v. 20), which
means that all those who are asleep
in Jesus will be brought forth in
due season.
The resurrection of Jesus trans-
formed the grave (as a friend of
mine expresses it) from a dark hole
in the ground where hope ends, to a
highway, going down, it is true,
through the valley of the shadow,
but lighted by the victory of Jesus
over death, and bordered on both
sides by Easter lilies. Thus is
“brought to pass the saying that is
written, Death is swallowed up in
victory”—a victory that makes us
“steadfast, unmoveable, always
abounding in the work of the Lord”
(I Cor. 15:54, 58). It is Easter. Christ
is risen! Let us rejoice!
God’s Garden
. God Almighty first planted a gar-
den; and indeed it is the purest of
human pleasures. It is the greatest
refreshment to the spirits of man,
without which buildings and palaces
are but gross handiworks; and a
man shall ever see that, when ages
grow to civility and elegancy men
come to built stately sooner than to
garden finely, as if gardening were
the greater perfection. — Francis
Bacon.
AROUND
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Chill Candles. — Thoroughly
chilled in the refrigerator, wax
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longer.
* * *
Cleaning the Range.—Coarse
sandpaper will remove any rough-
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range.
* * *
Cutting Cooking Time. — The
cooking time of hominy grits,
whole-grain cereals or rice can
be shortened by soaking over
night in water to cover.
* * *
Varnish the Soles.—Paint the
soles of boots and shoes with any
quick-drying varnish. School boots
will not need to go so often to the
repairer’s after this treatment.
* * *
A Spotless Tub.—Baths can be
madfe spotlessly clean if rubbed
with a cloth dipped in paraffin be-
fore washing them in the usual
way, while lemon juice and salt
will take off “drip marks.”
* ■ * *
Chilling Canned Goods.—Since
paper acts as an insulator, paper
wrappers should be removed from
canned goods before placing the
cans in the refrigerator to chill.
* * *
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K ... there’s a steady revolution
Q going on. Changes in dress styles
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K • Smart people who like to be
O up-to-the-minute in living and
v current events, follow advertise-
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Bryant, Russell W. The Howe Messenger (Howe, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 14, Ed. 1 Friday, April 7, 1939, newspaper, April 7, 1939; Howe, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth996164/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed June 30, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; .