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IffMURDER^H/Si^EtMlDR, m^jjji^ by Agatha Christie rrvoFUB A l>urlv ..f iielKtil"! •'. iiiilhir«<l ul the »ioni<' of Mm. WnUtt iiihI her dauKhtrr VIoUi. turmd to tabli- tlppiiiK for uiiiuhi'iiii'lit SoaUd iirouiul till- tiibli; were Mrs. ami Minn WilU-tt. Mr. Kukf, Mr. HyiTOft, who dulitilid In the psyihli-, Konuld liarlieUI and Mujor Hurnaby. For two months the WllletiK had been occupying the houue of Culitaln Jom-ph Treveiyun, who had been unable to re- alm an offer of 12 RUlneaH a month rent and had taken a »rnall houne for (ilni- Kelf Ki\ nillea dlxtunt. Major Hurnabe, hia friend, occupied one of the lue 'ol- iHKeK Trewlvan built on land mar hia houite. All thoce Keated at the table were Maitled when u. ••«plill" me>!saKc mated that (Siplain Trevelyun had »><-en murdered. Hurnaby walka the nix iiiUch throuKh heavy anow and finds hIa friend dead. He had been «truik on the head hy a Kre. n baIze tube. Tollce Inspector Narracoit ijucKtlons Kobert KvanB, a re- tired naval man, who worked for Trevelyan; liiuppctor Narracott nodtU'd thouKlit- fully. "This Mrs. Willclt," he said t-a.sual- Jy. "Was she an old friend or ac- quaintance of the captain's?'' "Oh! no, sir, Hhe was qtiUe a itranger to him. "Vou are sure of that?" said the Inspector, sharply. "I ask because It is a very curious time of year for a let. On the other hand, If this Mrs. Wlllett was acquainted with Captain Trevilyii and knew tho house, she mipht have written to him and supgen- ted taking It." Kvans shook his bead. " "Twa.s the agents â€" WIllianisonH â€" that wrote, said they had an offer from a lady." Inspector Narracoit frowned. He found this business of the letting of Sltlaford Hou.se distinctly odd. "Captain Trevclyan and Mrs. Wlllett Met, 1 suppose?" he asked. "Oh! yes. She came to see the hou.»e and "he took her over it." "And you're positive they hadn't met before?" "Oh! (iuite_ sir." "Did they â€" er â€" " the inspector paused, as he tried to frame the ques- tion naturally, "Did they get on well together? Were they friendly?" "The lady was." A faint smile crossed Kvans' lips. "All over him, as you might say. Admiring the house, and as^king him if he'd planned the building of it. Altogether laying it un thick, as you might say." "And the captain?" The smile broadened. "That sort of gushing lady wasn't likely to cut any ice with him. I'ollte, he v*-as, hut nothing more. And de- <Iined her Invitations." "Invitatlona " "Yes, to consider the house as liis own any time, and drop In, that's how she put It â€" drop In. You don't drop in to a place when you're living six miles away." "She seemed anxious to â€" well â€" to see something of the captain?" Narracott was wondering. Was that the reason for the taking of the house? Was it only a prelude to the making of Captain Trevelyau's acquaintance ? Was that the real game? Evans' answer was not very )icli>- f«l. "She's a very hospitable lady, hy all accounts. Someone In to lunch or dinner every day." Narracott nodded. He could leain no more here. Hut he determined to seek an Interview with this Mrs. Wll- lett at an early date. Her abrupt ar- rival needed looking into. "Come on. Pollock, we'll go upstairs DOW," he eald. They left Evans in the dining-room. "All right, do you think?" asked the sergeant In a low voice, jerking his head over his shoulder In the dlrec- llon of the closed dning-room door. "lie seems so," said the Inspector. "Hut one never knows. He's no fool, that fellow, whatever else he Is. His Btory seems straightforward enough. Perfectly clear and above board." And with this pronouncement, very typlial of his careful and suspicious mind, the inspector proceeded to icnrdi the rooms on the first floor. There were three bedrooms and a bathroom. Two of the, bedrooms were empty and had clearly not been enter- ed for some weeks. The third, Cup- taln Trevelyan's own room, was in ex- quisite and applepie order. Inspector Narracott moved about in It, opening drawers and cupboards. Everything was In Its right place. It was the room of a man almost fanatically tidy »nd mat in his hrf.Ils. Narracnti Hn- ISSUE No. 25â€" '33 ished his Insptdion and glanced into the adjoining bathroom. Here, too, everything was In order. Then he shook his head. "Nothing here," he said. "There are the papers In the desk in the study. You had better go through those. Pollock. I'll tell Rv- aiis he can go. 1 may call round and see him at his own place later." Inspector Narracott left to have a talk with Major Burnaby, but he was was destined to see the major until ho had had a protracted interview with Mrs. Helling â€" licensed propriet- or of the Three Crowns. Mrs. Helling was fat and excitable, and so voluble that there was nothing to be done but to listen patiently until slich time a.s the stream of conversation should dry up. "Yes. Mr. Narracott," she proceed- ed in answer to his <iuestlon, "the Major is having his breakfast now. You will find him In the coffee-room. And what kind of a night he has pass- ed with no pajamas or anything, and me a widow woman with nothing to lend him, I can't say, 1 am .sure. Said it made no matter, he did â€" all upset and queer he was â€" and no won- der with his best friend murdered. Very nice gentlemen, the two of them, though the captain had the reputation of being close with his money. Ah, well, well, I have always thought it dangerous to live up to Sittaford, miles away from anywhere, and here's the captain struck down in Kxhampton it- self. It's always what you don't ex- pect In this life that happens, isn't it, Mr. Narracott?" The inspector said that undoubtedly it was. Then he added: "Who did you have staying here yes- terday, Mrs. Belling? Any strangers?" "Now, let me see. There was Mr. Moresby and Mr. Jones â€" commercial gentlemen they are, and there was a young gentleman from I.,ondon. No- body else. It stands to reason there wouldn't be this time of year. Very quiet here In tho winter. Oh, and there was another young gentleman â€" arriving Irj- the la.st train. Nosy young fellow, I call him. lie isn't up yet." "The last train?" said the inspector. "That gets In at ten o'clock, eh? I don't think we need trouble ourselves about him. W'hat about the others â€" the one from London? Did you know-^ him?" "Never seen him before in my life. Not a commercial gentleman. Oh, no â€" a cut above that. I can't remember him name for the momentâ€" hut you'll find It In the register. Left on the first train to exeter this morning, he did. Six ten. Rather curious. What did he want down here anyway, tliafs what I'd like to know." "He didn't mention his business?" "Not a word." "Did he go out at all?" "Arrived at lunch time, went out about half past four and came in about twenty past six." 'Where did he go when he went out?" "I haven't the remotest Idea, sir. May liave been just for a stroll Ijke. That was before the snow came, but it wasn't what you might call a pleas- ant day for walking." "Went out at half past four and re- turned about twenty past six," said the Inspector thoughfully. "That's ra- ther odd. He didn't mention Capinin Trevelyan?" Mrs. Belling shook her head decis- ively. "No, Mr. Narracott, he didn't men- tion anybody at all. Kept himself to himself, he did. A nice looking young fellowâ€" hut worried, I should say. The inspector nodded and stepped .across to inspect the register. "James Pearson, London," said tho Inspector. '•Wellâ€" that doesn't tell us much. We'll have to make a few Inquiries about Mr. James Pearson." Then he strode off to the coffee- room in search of .Major Hurnaby. The Major was the only occupant of the room. He was drinking some rather muddy looking coffee and the Times was propped up in front of him. "Major Hurnaby?" "That's my name." "I am Inspector Exeter" "Good morning, forrarder?" "Yes, sir. I think forrarder. 1 think 1 that." "filad (o hear It," drily. His attitude was one of resigji- ed disbelief. "Now there are Just one nr two points I would like some information on. Major Hurnaby," said the inspec- tor, 'and I think you can probably tell me what I want to know " "Do what I can," said Burnaby. "JIad Captain Trevelyan any ene- mies til your knowledge?" "Not an enemy In the world." Hur- naby was decisive. "This man, Evoiisâ€" do you your- self consider him trustworthy?" "Should think so. Trevelyan trus- ted bini. I know," •There was no III feeling tibout this nuirringe of his?" "Not 111 feeling, no. Trevelyan was [ annoyedâ€" (lidn'l like his habits set. (lid bachelor, you know." "Talkin;; of ha( lielors. Ihal'is other point. Captain Trevelyan unmarried -do you know if he made A will? And In the event of there Brother of Champ Narracott Inspector. we arc a can safely from Any little say said the major This will Introduce "Buddy" Baer, brother of Max, who defeat- id Max S^'hmeling. Bud's quite a land with his fists, too. being no will, have you any Idea who would inherit his estate?" "Trevelyan made a will," said Bur- naby promptly. "Ah â€" you know that." "Vcs. Made mo executor. 7oM â- Â»* 80." "Do you kKow how he left his money?" "That I can't say." "1 understand he was very com- fortably off?" "Trevelyan was a rich man," re- plied Burnaby. I should say he was much |better off than anyone round here suspected." "What relations had he â€" do you know?" "He'd a sister and some nephews and nieces I believe. Never saw much of any of them, but there was no quarrel." "About this will, do you know where he kept it?" "It's at Walters &â-  Kirkwood â€" the solicitors hero in Exhampton, They drew it up for him." "Tlien, perhaps, Major Hurnaby, as you are executor, I wonder if you would conio round to Walter.'? & Kirkwood with me now. 1 should like to have an Idea of the contents of that will as soon as possible." Hurnaby looked up alertly, "What's in the wind?'' he Bald. "What's the will got to do with it?" Inspector Narracott was not dis- posed to show his hand too soon. "The case isn't such plain sailing as we thought," he said. "By the way, there's another question 1 want to ask you. I understand. Major Hurnaby, that you asked Dr. Warren whether death had occurred at five and twenty minutes past five?" "Well," said the Major gruffly. "What made you select that exact time. Mayor?" "Why shoulfhi't I? " said Burnaby. "Wellâ€" something must have put It Into your head." There was quite a pause before Major Burnaby replied. Inspector Nar- racotl's Interest was aroused. The Major had something which he quite patently wished to conceal. iTo Bo Continued.) Thoughts Thoughts are flowers which In the Held, In life's wood and dell, To mankind their fragrance yield. Sweetest stories tell â€" Budding beauty without price, Making their own paradise. Tliouglits are dreams of what may be In some future time, When mankind has found the key Of that house sublime Where the bumble aifd the great In each other's service wait. Thoughts are stars which In the sky For all time are set. Recking not of cloud* that fly. Wars that men beget â€" Thoughts man's destiny control Though the ages onward roll. A. n. C. in Tirt Bits. up- an- 1 was Our Disappointmentt No siialteri'il box of ointment We ever need regret. For out of disappointment Flow sweetest odours yet. The discord that iiivolvt-ih Some startling change of key, Tho Master's hand resolveth In richest harmony. â€" Frances R. Havergal. Her outfit was established in a roped-oflf enclosure at on corner of a flat field on the outskirts of the fair. Her aeroplane, paily painted in red and blue, had a ladder leaning in- vitingly against the fuselage. A board sugcstcd "an aerial view of the fair and surrounding country" for the modest sum of five shillings iKV head. Sonia f!arrington, smartly attired in workmanlike polo jumper and breeches, waited patiently for cus- tom. She had waited since the fair opened, but no one had had the te- merity to engage her services. Jack Dunthorne stood at the back of the crowd and watched her admir- ingly. Underneath the smiling curve of her lips he could see her little chin jutting out. Plucky kid! Plucky but misguided. Didn't she read the pai)ers? Didn't she know that, less than a month before, an- other joy-riding pilot had crashed In the- school playground of this very town? He had killed and seriously in- jured a dozen children, but had es- caped himself. The incident was too fresh in the minds of the local inhabitants for them to show Bny degree of airmind- edness- Go up in an aeroplane? No fear!! And with a girl, too! Not likely! He was half inclined to speak to her; to tell her what she was up against. Perhaps he had better not. These modern girls were very inde- pendent. He shrugged his shoulders and be- gan to walk away. He had covered about a hundred yards when a sud- den clamour made him .-nving round. Two hulking youths had slippe'i through the ropes and were advanc- ing, bent on mischief. Jack broke into a run; elbowed his way sternly through the crowd ; vaulted into the enclosure; ranged hlmseif altynjr^ide the white-faced girl. "Come out of that!" he cried, fiercely. The louts retire<l sheepishly. Jack, red-hot with anger, address- ed the crowd. "If you don't intend to patronize this lady, why the devil don't you go away and leave her alone?" "Why don't you?" retorted some wag at the back- There was a general titter. "Ay! Go up yoursel'! they called. Jack turned to Sonia without hesi- tation. "Will you take me?" he smiled. She flushed self-consciously. "Yes, but I don't want you to feel you're forced into it." Jack felt rather mean. He was no better than the others. "Ix)ok here," he offered. '"I'll hire you or twenty minutes for a tenner. Take me up and stunt me- When they see you can handle your bus, they'll roll up in hundreds." Sonia stared up into the bronzed face before her. Was he joking? If only he knew vshat it meant to her! The blue eyes returned her gaze un- twinkingly. "Very well," she agreed. "And â€" thank you very much." She set about making her prepar- ations. "Why are you single-handed?" Jack asked. "Surely you have a me- chanic?" Sonia paused with one hand on the propeller. "He left me in the lurch this morning." She did not explain that he had taken her last penny with him, and that, but for Jack's intervention, she would have been destitute. She swung the propeller- The en- gine broke into a roar. She disap- peareti into the tent and re-emerge<l in flying hat and goggles. "Are you ready?" she asked. Jack nodded briefly and climbed into the cockpit. He was beginning to wonder if he had been t<x) quixotic in his offer to help. The whole equip- ment seemed a little below par. No mechanic ; an out-of-date type of machine; an engine which sounded as though It was well worn. Only the girl herself still retaine<l his confi- dence. She had started up with the sangfroid of an old-timer. She "took off" in a climbing turn. Jack realized at once that, what- ever the shortcomings of her ma- chine, that she was a first-da.ss pilot- Her touch on the controls was as deli- cate as a caress. She humored her engine instead of racing it. He had no further qualms and gave himself up to the enjoyment of the "flip." lie glanced over the side of his cockpit. The school where the acci- dent had occurred was plainly i-isi- ble. Jack pictured the feelings of the pilot who had crashed there. It v\as ghastly to know one was going to write off a number 'of human lives and be able to do nothing abotrt it. In the front cockpit, Sonia was concerned solely with earning her m<'ney. This aeroplane venture had been a failure from the start. .She had bought the machine with borrowe.l money It was second-hand, and, al- r-ough it had seemed nil right when ."^hc te^ted it in a trial flight, the en- } gine had broken down almost im- mediately aftei-wards. Then she had discovered that peo- ple would not trust themselves with her. She thought it was because she was a girl. Actually it was because she was far too goo<l looking. It did not seem possible that a girl as pretty as paint could pilot an aero- plane in safety. Now was her chance to show them, and .she gloried in it. She intended to give her passenger full value for his money. She climbed steadily to three thous- and feet. Glancing over her shoulder she looked inquiringly at the man behind to see if he were ready. He smiled and waved his hand. He had evidently been up before, she deduc- ed- She pushed down the nose of her machine to increase her speed. The wind began to hum through the brac- ing wires. Its note increased cres- cendo. Sonia braced her foot against the rudder bar; gently pulled the control column towards her. The cowling rose steeply before her. She waited, her hand on the throt- tle. The horizon flashed into view. She shut off the engine. The air roared like a breaking wave with the si)eed of the dive. Sonia eased the miichine back on an even keel. "Jolly good!" Jack applauded, just before the re-awakened engine drown- ed speech- Sonia set her teeth. Did his voice contain the faintest hint of patron- age? Her long run of ill-luck af- fected her judgment. If he was patting her on the back because she was only a girl, she would jolly well give him something to think a';out. She promptly looped again. The moment the machine came out of the dive, she looped again. Followed two half-rolls; a full roll; another loop. As she came up this time her pas- senger shouted: "Half a minute!" Sonia smiled grimly but took no notice. She pulled her stick back for another one. Fl-jshcd with e.xcito- ment, she made her circle raiher too sharp. The machine was on its back when an ominous crack sounded sharp- ly aljove the while of the propelle-:. She automatically shut off her en- gine. The machine went into a dive. She pulled the stick toward? ho;'. The pi.^ne refused to rise. Sonia tugged and tugged. Nothing happened. They were rushing vertically to- wards the earth- Directly below them, all unheeding, the fair was in full swing. Sonia felt sick with ap- prehension. "Put your engine on again!" Jack shouted. "It'll. help her come up." Again Sonia took no notice. Im- patient at her stupidity he shook her roughly. She fell forward on her safety belt. The lack of food had had its effect. She had fainted. Jack thought quickly. Unless he (lid something the tragedy of last month would be re-enacted- With the rush of wind holding him back, it was an impossibility for him to climb into the front cockpit Yet he must get control. He leaned for- ward over Sonia's inert body. With his left hand he opened the throttle. With his right, he seizetl the con- trol. The machine refused to come up. He knew in a flash where the trouble lay. The weight of his body, thrown into the front cockpit, had shifted the centre of gravity for- ward, He must shift it back or noth-' ing could save them â€" of the peopl* beneath. He forced himself round. Climb- ing on to his seat, he flung himseli face^ downwards along the fuselage.' Stretching down with his hands, ha felt for the elevator control wires- H«( grasped them and pulled. With a sigH of relief he saw that the dive was lessening. Sonia recovered from her faint to find the plane on an even keel. Shi automatically took control. Ixiokinf/ behind she saw the perilous positiori • her passenger. She shut dcvwii Ker engine and called to him that all was well. i Five minutes later they landwi safely. Sonia taxied back to th<( enclosure. Together they examined the machine. The rigging was slacW and untrue. ' "It looks as though your mechani« wr. •. a dud," remarked Jack, dryly- "No wonder he pushed off." >\ Sonia turned impulsively towards him. "But for you we should both have been killed. However can I thank you"? Jack shook his head. "You don't have to," he declared "I wasn't thinking of you and myj self, but of the people on the ground. "j He went on to tell her of the re' cent accident. Sonia's face screwed up in hor- ror. "How terrible! Do you know wh< the pilot was?" "It was I," he confessed, simply.â€" London Tit-Bits. The Great Adventure Grieve not tor me who am about to start \ new adventure â€" rather fill a cup And wish me God-speed tor the hidden days â€" Come, with the red stuff fill the- gQblel up, 'l And drink to one who ever loved ne'* ways: 1 Ahead, unfurrowed, lie broad Relit, for me, ) Lands unexplored stretch out, a fa^ flung sea Is beckoning, and even now, a ship To bear me, builds in the eternal slip â€" Eager, I stand, and ready to depart, I, and my restless pioneering heart Lydia Kingsway. Jimmy: -I have a dreadful pain In my head. Susie: Why don't you have it filled? Pain As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch. Wha< Lily craved was the darkness made bj enfolding arms, the silence which \i not solitude, but compassion holding its breath. 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