The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

ADMIT ONE UY UORLKR spoct these tellers o' yours.' With that one o' the Inspector's men was In this room, an' that 'o 'ad instruc- tions to watch som e other feller. 1 'eard 'em talkln' for a while, but then When I'hlllp Crane urines in London ' that, 'e went away 'e an' 'Is two on a holiday, through a culm-ldence of , . like Hitmen, l.j U tuken for the frooked r ' Crane, who I* a tool of a band rulfd !>/ "\Yhero?" * m>nteriouH "Kmiiress. ' lie n-m-uen ..n.., Mawry Fi-rKUK-.n an.l I .-urn* that her I tllflre. They vanished, an' father In hi-ld captive by 'The Km- that's all I knows." RrtB*' in MundiiiiK. I'lai-ir* Marmrjr ,.,. , ,,. i a convent, rhiiip KMC* to MuuUlnnl Hate you seen anybody? and meetii Churl,-* Whittle. U u \nuTl- "Not a soil!, sir. But I kuowed cn detective. When Crane Is atxlucteil ' Whittle call* In Scotland Vurd. .ttnr- fery goer- lo MamllliiE. Yo-.inif < 'i .inn !.'< Tmprlooi-<l with MarRerv'H fattier, who drops dead from exhaustion I'.lrchall. the crook "Ciane." (lees in l.'iuil.ni where he and the BmprtM are arrested. Inspector I.al<iley returns to ihi- White Hous- for future Investigation SI-M-'I- on trie* to n..tkv a g- !.i.iy but Whit- tle forestall* him. Chapter 24 (Continued.) Once Inside the house, Whittle found chaos reigning. A bewildered police constable, his helmet awry, and the perspiration pouring down bla face, wa* endeavoring to make himself understood by the group of men who surrounded him. P.C. George Johnson's pllghl would have bevn amusing In any other circum- stances; as It was. It merely accen- tuated the grlmness of the situation. .."Two have been croaked, Charlie," Tim Hognn announced, pointing to the forms laid side by side on the floor of the room furnished as a li- brary. The American detective frowned. The woman was the red-headed girl wto had accosted him that morning In Curzon Street. In spite of her hostility, she had appealed to him: there had been a piquancy about her. "And this guy." went on Hogan, tandlng over the dead body of Mat- thews, "Is a Scotland Yark dick at least. Funny-Face over thero says he la. There's three others about some- wherean Inspector called Laldley, from Folkestone, with two of his men." Whittle thrust him amiably on his Ide. "Leave thU to me. Tim," h said; "I'll try to speak his language." Conscious of the deep embarrass- ment of the village constable, he took Johnson's arm and let him Into ft corner of the room. "It's all right, officer," he said kindly; "don't you worry. It's no blame to you; I can see that. Now, tell me exactly what's happened." Johnson wiped his face once again. I Farrnnt . with yesterday's handkerchief. "Well, we must make u search." "It's like 'Ell let loose," he said; j declared Whittle; and, colling Ho "I dunno where I am. I've been , Kan. who was acting as Chief- went quiet, an' I 'ad me suspicions, see?" "Quite right of you oflleer." "So, after another while, I tip'oed to the door, opened a crack an' look- d in. An', oh, my God, sir, there was that - the rustic's face quiv- i-ri-d now In real emotion "poor feller lyln' there" The recital was too much for the constable, and he raised both hands for a moment to hia face as though to Hlmt out thn dreadful sight. "You don't know th name of the man this poor fellow was watching?" "Yes, I do, sir. "Twas a villain called Stevfnsson. 'K must be a vil- lain, 'cas 'e's gone. And I allus thought 'e was such a geh'Ieman! Allua wished me 'good-raornln' ' pleasant-tike. But If I oould catch'n now!" A huge, begrimed fist was 'lenched. "Don't you worry; he's safe nough. I caught him myself as he was running away." "Thank God for that. sir. Who he you, may I ask?" "I'm an American detective. My name's Whittle. I'm a friend of Su- perintendent Watson at Scotland Yard." "Scotland Yard, eh? Twas they who telephoned to th> Inspector. Wot does all this mean, sir?" "You'll learn before the night's out, oftVer. The thing at lor ment Is to find Inspector and his men. They're probably Paul Whiteinan famous for his band and rhythm has gone In for an Intensive reducing program losing 100 pounds to date. No doubt dry toast and grapefruit has proved effective. Laldley forced himself to take command. "It's useless to talk like that," he said; "there must be some way out." Edinburgh To-day AULD REEKIE IN SPRINGTIME. In the spring of the year, when he longing to spend one's leisure ut of doors is specially insistent, Edinburgh citizens are fortunate. Not only have they the Gardens, now starred with flowers, which form a green sweep from the south side of Princes strict down into the hollow which was once the Nor' Loch and up again to the Castle Rock, but they are surrounded by hills which corn-bine ease of acce--^ with a sense of remoteness from ?uy life delightfully refreshing to t'.e town dweller. Every week-end, parties of young people make their way up to the Pentland Hills where, after a short climb, they might easily imagine themselves in the heart of the High- lands, and where they can play the ancient game of golf over fields be>ide the Swanston home of Robert Louis Stevenson. The tree is still shown beside the little burn in a fold ^t tl'6 hill, where he used to sit and write, all Edinburgh pread below him. Closer to the city are other hills, and actu- ally adjoining the famous Royal Mile, which runs from the Castle to the Palace of Holyrood House, is the King's Park, where rise in ruggvd grandeur Salisbury Crags Scott's favorite walk and that lion-shaped guardian of the capital, Arthur's .Seat. SCOTT LOVERS PLAN ME- , MORIAL. Edinburgh expects to celebrate thej centenary of Sir Walter Scott, whiTh falls on September 21 this year, in a worthy manner. In appealing 1 for 5,000, the Centenary Committee an- nounces its intention of making the foundation of a Lectureship in Scot- tish Literature at the UniversKy of Edinburgh its principal project. In ORANGE PEKOE BLEND "SAIADA TEA "Fresh from the Gardens" But, even as he spoke, he realized the j tnus establishing a lasting memorial falsity of the words. The position ( to one who did more, perhaps, than was becoming Increasingly clear to any other to make the past of Sc -i- mo- In know those cellars still. Do you your way about this house?" "Never hef-n In it afore In me life, sir. fellers Von Mr. Farrant, who build ed 'The White 'Ouse' H few ypar hlm. It was what this young fellow- had said: Stevensson had scored the final trick. No wonder the man had smiled! The words of one of his men did not glv reassurance. "We must be at least fifty feet down here, Inspector," he said. "Even if we shouted, I don't suppose anyone would be able to hear." land live aguin in poetry and story, the committee is carrying on the Scott tradition in a way that he hir.i- self might well have chosen. TYe Gothic monument in stone to his mem- ory in Princes street, beloved by many, earns its full meed of criticism from its modern architect and artist. It dates, as a living lectureship will not. To mark the centenary, other "Shunt as much as you like." cried plans are afoot to bring Scott's w Crane; ::it won't do nny good. We're and the memory of the great-hea.t!d right down in the bowels of th-: man himself more vividly before the earth." He felt this to be the end. 'Kiblic. A masque of scenes from the Ilut 1 do know that 'there l, the i F" 1 ' 1 now ' thl ' re ha<l alway * ben " *' v ' ley Novell is in contemplation faint hope. Kve nthe audden end of , for the month of June, and there is forger, tragic as this was, j to be an exhibition of pictures and ago, spoke to me about them. 'K was a rare one for 'Is win*-, was Mr. had not defeated him completely: looking ahead, he was able to realize j that the death of her father might ' prove a blessing to the girl. At least. j it would save her the agony of seeing 'him in'the dock. Surveying it philo manuscript of interest to Scott lovers in the National Gallery in July. School children will take part in a pageant, and there will also be a ser- vice in St. Giles' Cathedral and a ceremony at Dryhurgh Abbey, in shoutln' fur the H'Inspector can't get no reply. "Steady now bit by bit. It'll all come right In the end. IR It correct that there's a Police Inspector here with two men?" "Yes. sir. Inspector I.aldley, from Fnlki-.-i.iiK-. 'E came 'ere earlier this afternoon, but couldn't find anythln'. Then, when I called In at "Thn Jolly Bailor,' I 'appened to mention that I knowed this 'oust; had been built on the mini o' a monastery, an' that It 'ad deep cellars, an' 'e was off llko a shut. Thank you. Johnson,' Tie aid: 'now you've given me thn clue to the mystery.' I " but of-gtaff. h disclosed thn situation to ! him. sophirally, it was the best thing that ; Scott's own Border country'- A cop; could have happened. But th closest examination of the i llp to tht ' f rpsent Idtchen quarters n v<.-alt-cl no trace of the ml ground sign, men. And r'-glonH. there of under- was not a I'HAI'TKK XXV. "He's dead," said a voice, "nis not thought so much <( himself: the' | memorative volume by Prof. H. J. C. , he had' (irierson is on its way. WELCOMING THK STRANGKR. - , - ' i^^v.** J .- \J 1IJU ,3 J IWI .1 \J 1 .. IV. presence of the forger had made him _ ,. concentrate attention unon his fellow Edi.ib.irgh has alw.'.ys attracted the concentrate attention upon his fellow prisoner; for it was impossible to look at the other man without thin 1 /.- ing of the girl who was waiting for him to redeem his promise. student from other lands, and the Scots have their own ways of makii g tl.em welcome. One of these is through the medium of the Edinburgh Inter- oui u Hhort while a K o." | ,|,. st ined to slay there- and die. . . . Tht; I'ollcr- lnH|!ctor l'iokml as his I Informer., "What's your nant"?" he asked. "Crane." 'Well, your troubles arc over, my lad. Wo belong on the Folkestone Promise! With the others, he was I nnti(>nal Club wnk-n - thou K h mai "'y intended for students, is open to men and women of all nationalities upr>n election. Hetween thirty and forty races huve been represented in the rlub during the p;i<t session. The roli call of countries is a feature of the It was an exasperating moment, ;.nd Whittle made no attempt to hi'ie. his chagrin. "I'm beginning to think, .lohn.son. Whlttlr stilled the hubbub with an ! ,,,',.,. W()rd ( .. im( , ||irougn from , nc uplifted hand. "Did yon come with the Inapec- tor?" "Yen. sir. 'E told to wall In the "all 'ere, an' stop anybod) a-comln' In or a goln' out." "Where did the Inspector go?" "'E wunt down to 'ave a look at 'ere cellrrs. Where they hn, I 'i nomewhere underground, I Sharp as a knife, 'e were; collared one o' these crooks, shoved some 'andcuffs on Mm, an' then 'e said: 'Come on me man. let's h'ln- Yard that you and another man worn being kept prlHoinTH bt>r- Sounds silly "Hut It's true, my lad." said ih_- lu- spector, a hint of ^motion hcm-atli j thn gruffness; "tnui-n'l I told you I jour trouhlPH are ov r?" j As thouKh Hiiddenly rccoll'.cting, [lie Hpcakfr liirnod round. "Where's that man?" lie ankcd. Ilut the guide had vanished. Thc> were alono. Oni- of Hi.. iii.|ci:iiv<4 outttiriist a hand. "Look Housecleaning? USE PARKER'S This is the time of year (hat we ran help you. Send curtains, drapeH, cush- ions, covers, etc., for a won- derful Parker cleaning. Dyeing, too, of course. (Questions on price and color gladly answered, and postage charges on orders paid both ways. ' HARKERS \J tilt WORKS IIAMTID KLtANBRSs DYERS 791 Yonge St., Toronto , , that your precious cellars 'exist only , l ' luh "H-etinjrs, and vigorous handclap- in your own mind," he said. 1 ping grot-Is the nationals of The Mamlling constable did not c ?", Btry in . turn - as tl "'l r rise {'" give way before the attack. "Well, if they exist only in my their seats in answer to the call. Kron 1 . j time to time, members of one country mind, whore's the Hinspector an' the ' or nolnpr entertain the club in tru-ir other two men? They left me de- termined to lind the cellars, an' if they haven't found 'etn, where be own characteristic fashion. So there have beer, a Chinese evening with Chinese music and recitations, an they? If they 'ave found Vm, then it j EtlKlish l ' vt '" i ' 1 IT w 'h English folk seeiiiB to me to be our dooty to kc*.n Otncn done is costume, and a Welsh on try in' linikin' for them." quently. Al! the evidence, he finds, fa against this, and the works of the great authors are never out of print. Of Ruskin an exception is made. He is less read than formerly. George Eliot's Warwickshire tales retain ; their popularity, and the Trollope novel is now re-established. Mr. Sav- age reports, in fact, that most of the outstanding works in English liter- ature are sur of a steady circulation, partly among those who have rei'l them before, and largely among those ' growing up to appreciate them. The | interest In translations of foreiirn masterpieces is maintained. The Ed'n- 1 burg-h public libraries are arranged I on the modern open shelf system, and readers have the advantage of handl- ing any number of books, and of see- ing them grouped according to sub- ject, before making their choice. FISHWIVES ADD NOTE OF COLOR. In days when national costumes are fast disappearing, it is interesting to see the Xewhaven fishwives on the streets of Edinburgh, wearing -heir timehonored striped petticoats -J.'id shawls, and carrying on their backs the creel, or deep fish basket, seci-r-d by means of a broad leather strap which passes across the forehead. Their rough woolen coats of navy blue form close-fitting bodices and vide skirts that open in front to show rhc striped petticoats, and they wear thick ' woolen stockings and stout shoes. Or j festive occasions, the sober blue if j everyday wear gives way to gayer! colorings, and many shawls of Pais'ey | pattern are handed down from mother to daug'.ter for generations and kept as heirlooms. The fishwife's outfit is part' of her stock in trade, and there is no ioubt that it has its value. Faw houstwives would buy fish from a stranger at the door unless she wore the traditional fishwife's costume, which is a guarantee of fine "haddy" and 'VaLer herrin'" "fresh frae the, Forth." The Christian Science Mon- itor. Something Cool I like the sound of something cool, Of Ice and sparkling snow, Or pools that lie in shadows deep. And bccis where pansies grow. The ocean on a summer's day, The dunes across the bar, The silver moon when riding high With one small lonely star. I like the sound of something cool,- Of rivers broad and deep, Ami night that leads each restlesf day To (julet aisles of, sleep. Lydia Lion Roberts. "If the people of one nation go on 4 speculative spree, the world wakes uf with a headache." Ogden L. Mills. Agents Wanted Experience unnecessary, to sell direct-to-consumer a guaranteed line of workmen's clothing. Can easily make $10.00 to $15.00 a day. Write for complete outfit to TUFF-WEAR CLOTHES, General Pott Office, Box 413, Toronto. AN EDDY PRODUCT' Two popular brandt for household * 'Dreadnought" rolls contain Kvrn ounc* sterilized, creped tii- ue. "Navy" rolii have 70O iheeta tuft, tanitary paper. All made with water tteriliied in Eddy's $400,000 Filtration Plant. Ask f'or ihem by name, and be aafe. al tliat! swlflly IK- r-rii-il down from Ilio low celling was wlial looked llko a Solid sin-el still stared. Kent of stei'l. thU Whilst they i-ompli'ti.'d Its do limit- the In* per evening with rare Welsh singers to a word here and there out. P''" vi l' I hf concert. Country dancirg of the maze, there certainly seemed I and community singing help to break the Ice, and no effort is span-d lo make the your.!? people, who are oft<-n the constable's >\- ISSUE No. 19 '32 It was not mi over-statenra&t. Thin barrier, which was on thiilr side of (lid door, when il provi:d Immovable. llriishlng them aside, I'hlllp boat upon It with bin hare hands. In the space of ten seconds, In- had linen dashed from the heigh I x of joy to the depths of despair. Tills mira- culous rescue had provi-d to tin mere- ly a mockery. In Rome way. Slevon- MSOII had oiit.wiltnd his rm inii-.-i ami had scored thn final trl<-k. liiHprctor 1 aldli'y turned In him. ! "I)o you know anything about ; this?" h asked. "No except that wo shall be left hern to die like rats in u hole. It'n StovennRon'H doing- He pncoimiswd yon to comfl hero, no doubt?" I^lldloy gnawed his lowed llp. "Cunning swine," he sold tcnsi-ly "Yen, 'cunning swine' is right. Ht> wuntod to get you down huro, don't you son? And he then preHd on a billion or loini ililnjr. and hn had yon safe w)illn hn got a wny himself Isn't It rlnnr to you?" f'raiifl'a volci- was rlalng In hysteria "And 1 prom Ucd- I promised . " The strain was taking Us ('ill; ho hnd reached the fnd of bis I'liduraiion. It only required a look nl Ihfl dfad Fergn son to net nil lils norvM Jnogllnc. who had been brought in and placed '" " "'' '- " What the automobile has taught women about household lubrication some sense in marks. "Tht> hnyi-cd'H right, Charlie," saiJ , blrdi " f P* s Kf. feel at Tim Hogan; "it ain't likely that the *"*"* lani! - "'"' to " how tnem thc Inspector, not to mention his two best sidc <>r Scottish home life durit.g men, would vanish in the way th-.'y tnc ' ir stu y in Edinburgh. It is hoped sown to have done-. Unless they gave Pvenlually to establish an Intorna- i-hase and haven't got hack yet. Any- tion81 " l>Uft> . l <> "''t t- ho headquar- ters of th- cluh and as a clearing house for other international bodii-? I in the city. CLASSICS F1NP MAXY READERS. An analysis of what Edinburgh , reads, as shown by the books taken ' out of Kdinhurgh public libraries, re- I veals that SO per cent, of the total ; books circulated are books for study I and information and volumes of stan- dard literature. Tho remainder ave fiction and juvenile book* of n jj^Kid genenil quality. The nun/ier of tes 1 - istered borrowers is around l-16,:tOO. i E. A. Siivnge, chief librarian, recently | denied the statements sometimes made I to the effect that the works of famous j authors are not read, or read re- Kxpni i-nc(> with motor cars lius laiiKlit women that moving parts must be protected against woar by :i Him of oil. Many of them haven't I'-unied, however, that moving purls of sowing ni ichliies, vacuum clean- M-H, lawn mowers, washers, and oilier mechanical devices must also lin protected aualnst dirt and ritM. J-ln-Onn Oil not only lubricates; It also cleans and protects. It Is different from all others, hecnnse It Is a scientific blend of three, lilRh rade oils nnlmal, mineral and M'Kolablo. 3-ln-Onn is the oil you lumld use on mechanical equip I'-nt If you want best reRiilts. Don't risk your cxpnump house- hold devli'i-s UMiiiK oil that docs I'tily half the job. Inslsl on t)i3 old reliable .1-ln-One. U costs little morn to liny and much less to use. At good stores everywhere. For >.nir protection, look for the trade murk "3-ln-Ono" printed In Ht-il on in a chair, "we'l Kver heard of Ihe ii get to know. Third Degree, When you CAN'T QUIT Slevensson?" he ask ('. "You won't (-el a lyihing out -if nc." And it \\a.; |. ; ;i!n tii'it rhe intin meant it. "f.ef me have n r ill jro ut him," uggested llr;.,iin, v.i h n "limaco thil v, (Hlld have run rl h mdinary pel- M.n lo idiutlder. "No- -not yet." Hut Whiit'e kn-'\>- himself to lie !ii u iyia'1 'ary It \v.i likely (lint llc:,'nn v uUI soon g t <> of hand. i To lie t-oi A HEADACHE is often the sign of f;ttii(tic. When temples Ihrob it's time to rest. If you can't stop ork, you cmi stop the pain. Aspirin v. i ; l doit, every time. Take two or llnec tiiblcts, a swallow of water, und carry-on - in perfect comfort. Don't work with nerves on edge or I ry all day to forget some nagging iinin that Aspirin will cud in n jiffy! \spirin can do you no harm: just ,ie sure that it is Aspirin with 'l:iyer on each tablet. In every package you'll find iirnven directions for heu'lachcs, 'olds ami sore throat; ncuruUjia. neuritis, etc. Carry these tablets with vou, und be prepared. Tu block a sudden cold oil the street-car; ijuict a grumbling tooth at the ollicc; relieve a headache in the theatre; spare you a .sleepless night when nerves arc "jumping." And no modern girl needs "lime out" fur the time of month! Your little box of Aspirin tablets is sure relief forull such pain. Take Aspirin for ' any ache or nain, and take enough to end i!. It 'un't hurn,i you. At drug stores c\ crywherf . Made in Canada.