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Salada tea is e world's th pr SALA] TEA gathered from finest gardens 164 'Fresh from the gardens' TULE MARSH MURDER STORY OF A MISSING ACTRESS AND THE TAXING OF WITS TO EXPLAIN HER FATE. vee] BY NANCY BARK MAVITY. -SYNOPSIS Don Ellsworth's wife, former actress Sheila O"Shay, disappears. Dr. Cavan- augh criminal psychologist, learns their married life has been unhappy. Peter Piper, a Herald reporter, while trying to get an interview with Dr. Ca- vanaugh, meets Barbara, the attractive daughter, and finds she was engaged tc Don before his marriage. Dr, Cavan- augh identifies a body burned in the tule marsh outside the city as that of Sheila O'Shay. Barbara faints when she hears this. Mrs. Kane, Sheila's maid, is r- rested and Peter learns that Sheila for.- ed oDn to marry her by a breach of romise threat. Peter tries to persuade on to give him an interview. : CHAPTER XXIII.--(Cont'd.) Peter spoke rapidly, emphatically, but without raising his voice. His head was thrust a little forward his bright, near-sightzd gray eyes stead- ily fixed on the dark face before him. He saw that face whiten about the lips, saw the veins bulge at the tem- ples--and sterped back just in time to avoid the lunging sidewise blow whose impetus brought Ellsworth through the open door, which crashel shut behind him. Don required Peter's steadying touch on his elbow to recover his bal- ance and prevent his plunging for- ward down the steps. He was not even conscious of that bgiefly support- ing hand. 2 "I may not keep the public out, but 1 can keep you out!" he said, turning toward the vague blot of shadow on the darkened porch, which was Peder. "And every other newspaper reporter, too. I've not one single word to give to the press, now or: at any other time. That's my answer!" "Very well,' said Peter impert 1.b- ably; but he said it to Don Ellsworth's back, rapidly losing its form as a shadow among other shadows as he dashed down the driveway, his feet scuffling with vicious force on the unoffending gravel. "And the worst of it is," mused Pater as he followed at a more leis- urely gait, pausing to light a cigar- ette from a crumpled package which he exhumed from his overcoat pocket, "he may have to give all those words to men. from the district attorney's office, and they'll pass them along to us; and by that time they may not sound so well--not half so well. But Barbara's tip was certainly a good one. I almost think he doesn't 'ike reporters--not one little bit he doesn't!" Peter's evening assignment was by nc means concluded. He returned to the dark and almost invisible Bossy at the corner, and looked carefully up 0-0 and down both streets before he Ie- cided that he might properly ventura the glow of his lighted cigarette be- hind the side curtains. : He did not know precisely what he was waiting for, but he waited in a state of alert quiescence. If the po- lice should force the pace and come with a warrant to search the house, Peter was going tc be there. They might let the Kane woman out--though that was unlikely; she was fairly sure to be held as a ma- terial witness, unless Ellsworth gave bail for her, and Peter was of the from his house. followed Ellsworth; but after all, he way, his present job was with the house. It was neither the returning Ells- worth nor Mrs. Kane whose appear- i ance brought Peter leaning forward in the front seat an hour later, but a ' small black coupe, from which ercer- ged the broad shoulders and rotund form of Dr. Cavanaugh. He walked up the driveway with long, leisurely strides, and stood in parley for some minutes with the maid at the door. Peter had closed Bossy's door gent- ly behind him and was half way across the street when he paused. "After all, I can't very well trail the doctor like a faithful pup," he pondered. '"He's been pretty good to nme, and I don't want to break the charm. It's just possible I might be in the way." While he still hesitated, the front door closed and the house turned to him a shut, impenetr ble face. Petei, however, did not recross the street. Instead, he turned the corner the house. A pergola led to a garden at the rear, and above the pergola to the left a faint bleam of glass indi- cated what was probably a sun porch. A few lights still shone on the lower floor at the back--"Servants' rooms," commented Peter--and a dim- mer light, as if penetrating a aavk room before reaching the street, indi. cated the front ball "Hm," meditated Peter. "Now where the dickens did the great Ca- vanaugh go to?" : As if in answer a light--bright, de- 1 finite, unshaded--flashed on in the had nothing to go on there--and any-: and gazed upward at the dark side of |. room over the pergola, on the second floor. : "Now I wonder. Suppose I have a look-see. If it's none of my business, I can just climb down again. If it is, I'll crash the front door, ask for the doctor, and trust to him to let me in on it. Of course, if I'm caught on that pergola-thing, it may take a fair bit of explaining." 1t was the idea of that possible ex- planation that determined Peter. Jimmy would not back him up in any such performance--Jimmy, having told him to cover the Ellsworth house and not come back till he got some- thing, would merely take his copy and read him a lecture if he got into difficulties. But the lecture would net be nearly so hard to take as if ae didn't turn in any copy. He cold hear himself arguing with a bevy of frightened, indignant, in- credulous servants, thoroughly enjoy- ing the excitement of capturing .a burglar red-handed. He could see himself submitting with sang froid to a ride to the station in the jangling patrol wagon, and the confronting the irate, spluttering, and friendly Cap- tain Davis, who would ask him if he | expecied to get away with murder. Decidedly, such a culmination would not be without its points. Neither, Peter discovered, was the pergola without its points. They were the sharp, half-inch points of a par- ticularly stalwart variety of climbing rose. They made long claw-marks on his calves and his hands seemed to encounter them with unerring and painful precision. "Gosh, what a ecat-fight!" breathed Peter. "If I don't claim damages under the workmen's compensation act for this--" ' He began his climb at the farther, garden end of the pergola, and walk- ed, crouching, along the top, where progress was easier, except when his foot slipped through the squares of the lattice. And then, in a state which opinion that Ellsworth would bear | it seemed to. him must of one of flut- with equanimity Mrs. Kane's absence tering ribbons, he reached the house Or something alto-| wall at last, and, squatting on his gether unforeseen might break. You! thighs, looked into the brightly light- never could tell. He might better cave ed boudoir of Sheila O'Shay. CHAPTER XXIV. Dr. Cavanaugh's broad back loomed directly in the field of Peter's vision. He was seated somewhat absurdly on a very small chair whose long spind- ling legs and short back gave it the distorted look of something that had started out to be tall and had stopped growing: It was the sort of chair peculiar ladies' dressing tables, but as this was the first time Peter had ever seen a lady's dressing table, it appeared to him something of a monstrosity. Dr. Cavanaugh's solid bulk clad in its usual sober black, projected be- vond his insufficient seat; he looked, Peter thought, rather like a block of granite balanced on the top of fur far too slender stakes The dressing tasia itself--a glass topped, triple-mirrored affair on which ai the present moment the doe- tor restec a ronchalant elbow--was covered with a surprising multitude of objects, each of which looked - ke something else. The glass bottle of rose-colored bath salts had tke form of an elephant: a <quat object which should have teen a jar of cold cream masqueraded as an overblowa pink rose. A long stick with a wide flat civele of powder puff at the end was painted with the face of a black-and-piak, very exotic lady. The bases of a procession of battles ;eeped from the widespread taffeta skirts of a row of dolls. Peter's gaze a small stand nearby, on which rested a telephone book in a tapestry cover bound in gilt braid, together with an-. to veered Yo antvan entranced i 'What came before: After many ~dven- tures, Captain Jimmy lands in his plaie at the Island of Formosa. .le goes in- land to see the camphor camps and the country of the head-hunting savages. At last we reached a settlement of little huts with a big one for the manager, The camp boss was a young Japanese, who spoke English perfectly. He had a long white scar across his face, which he told us was a souvenir from a § fight with a head- 8d hunter. # A group of sav- 8 age youths had raided his camp at dead of night, eager to bring l back heads to their fi =e dusky maidens. He objected to having his head cut off and, seizing an iron pot, bounced it off the skull of the leader. Some one threw a knife at him, just grazing his face, and then the sol- diers came on the run and the head- hunters vanished into the darkness. After! the camp foreman had told us the story of his fight with the head-hunters, he invited us to visit the camphor camp. «This is the hut where I slept on the night of the attack", he said, with a grin that showed his white teeth, "and this", he continued, pointing to a large iron kettle that stood on a crude skelf, "is the pot that I bounced off the chief's head. One never knows when it might come in handy again." What a life! Sleeping and work- ing in the shadow of continual dan- ger. Certainly the camphor camps are no place for a nervous person. We walked down. a trail through trees with big, thick green leaves and finally arrived at a small clear- ing, where a number of fires were burning. Over each fire was a large pan of water and a barrel. Our guide explained that the barrels were filled with chips from the camphor trees and when steam from the boiling water passed through these chips, it took the camphor with it. ' caught sight of them. He then showed us how a bamboo pipe caught the steam from the bar- rels and carried into clay chambers where it was cooled and turned back into water, in the way that steam from a kettle will turn to water on a cold window pane. Some of the camphor crystalizes on the sides of the clay chamber and some drops to the bottom as oil After that, they take the crude cam- phor and heat it again until ii turns to vapor and stream and condense it untit it is solid. In another part of the camp they pressed ic into little cakes and pack- ed it in lead boxes, ready to send to Japan. The guide told us that most of the world's camphor supply comes from Formosa. About a quarter of a mile from the camp, we came to a well beaten-road, with a high wire fence on lic far side of it. This fence was charg: ed with electric current to keep out the head-hunters from the hills. Near the fence, someone had dug up a quantity of . fresh earth. "This", said our guide, "hap pened last night. The head- hunters tunnel ed under for a surprise attach when a patrol We nabbed one, who was not quick enough to get back. We've sent him down to the jail for a while." Later on we had a good look at him. He was a powerfully built fel- low, with a square sort of face and a low forehead. His eyes were shifty, crafty, like those of a fox. He was a hard looking customer and not the sort of person you would care to have prowling around on a dark night. 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"She'd give her eye-teeth to stay, v.d the doctor is calmly sitting her out" he opined. The window was closed amd be could not hear what was said, bul in another moment the maid, with a broad smile making her cheeks bulge rounder than ever and a lingering gaze of extreme respect towards the figure at the dressing table, withdrew, closing the door behind her. Petor eased nimself to his kne® and reached for the upper ledge of the window. He had no intention of spying. He would open the window pleased excitement and admiring awe. | 4nd tell the doctor he was there. Then, It was a larger number of emotions if he wasn't wanted, he'd depart along than that ingenious countenance was the thorny path by which he had used to expressing at once, and the (ne, effort had widened her eyes to the roundness of very blue marbles. She stood fiddling with the door-knob, ob-| viously seeking an excuse to remain pg patient, lest this wisdom you as- in the room. 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