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Make the most of your Tea., use BQIUNG wat SERIAL STORY MURDER IN FERRY COMMAND BY A. W. O'BRIEN CHAPTER I In the bleak Newfoundland pre- dawn, swirling snow slashed and bit at the huddled group of of- ficial witnesses awaiting the exe- ution of Lemoy Statler. It was the morning of December 6, 1941, Over the rim of the high stone fence surrounding the penitenti- ary Jail yard, the witnesses could ee the lightening 1 outline of Qnidividi Lake. To their rear, house lights were winking into the murkiness to join the lonely street lamps of St. John's. Prom the Atlantic wastes three miles to the east moaned a melancholy, salty wind. "Dammit!" snapped one of the shivering figures, "Why don't they bring him out and get it eywr with?" "Aw relax!" rasped another. "If the poor beggar isn't In a fcurry why should we be?" The door into the jail yard pened. Framed in the light was a uni- formed man with a broom. He half ran to the portable scaffold recteil close to the jail wall and hurriedly began sweeping; the step* leading up to the trap door. "Very thoughtful," commented a witness, "it would be tough if Statler slipped and sprained an ankle on his way up. . . ." Sudden silence fell as a group f dark figures surrounding a costless man with opened collar appeared in the doorway. The "A.M. FROCK" IS NEAT AND TRIM By Anne Adams It's 8 ;i.:. und you have a busy day ahead! But being busy is no excuse for not being well-groomed especially since you can get mn h pretty, modern home frocks Hke this one designed by Anne Adams. Pattern 4003 slims you down just at the most strategic places the bias side sections come below the waist and give you a longer-torso effect that is charm- ing, wearable. Do make the frock In checks or small plaids to show off this effect! A scalloped neck- Hne and scalloped short sleeves are feminine . . . Point them up with ric-rac! Two other sleeve lengths are optional ; an all-around belt is too. To make the back *iew as slender as the front, a >ck-to-hem panel is used. Pattern 4003 is available in women's sizes 34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46 and 48. Size 36 takes -I'* yards 35-inch fabric. Send twenty cents (20c) in oine (stamps cannot be accepted) for this Anne Adams pattern to Room 421, 73 Adelaide St. West, Toronto. Write plainly size, r, address and style number. swishing of the broom on the scaf- fold steps took on an exaggerated sound. Quickly the procession was formed outside the door. The jail chaplain was praying in a low, flat montone. Tall members of the Newfoundland Constabulary fell in on either side of the con- demned man. Immediately behind him was a plumpish, red-faced man wearing a cap a Canadian hangman imported for Newfound- land's first hanging in decades. Three officials completed the pro- cession. As they mounted the steps, two muffled figures stepped through the door and stood in the shadow of the scaffold. As one held up a match to the other's cigaret, their faces were revealed in the flare. One was a distinguished- looking, white-haired man in his sixties, the other a bronzed, hand- some man in his middle thirties. "Ghastly business, Dawson," the first one growled. "Wish the plane from England had been de- layed. This would have been something I'd rather have missed. You chaps in the Intelligence De- partment get hardened, I suppose, but . . ." "But never that hard, Sir Fred- erick," interrupted Clyde Dawson. "In fact, this business hurts me more than you can imagine. You see . . ." he paused for a second, "I actually grew very attached to Lemoy Statler and cursed the ne- cessity of seeing him killed off " He halted abruptly and pointed to the scaffold. In the eerie light of a single electric flood- lamp the hangman was strapping the condemned man's feet to- gether. Quickly he followed with the hood and slipped the noose carefully into position knot di- rectly under the left ear. Through the hood, clearly and without trace of faltering, came the condemned man's voice: ". . . as we forgive those who trespass against . . ." In one fast motion the hang- man's hand swept back to the lever and the trap door clanged open. Lemoy Statler's body hit the end of the rope with a jerk- ing thud. You could almost hear the snowflakes fall. Two of the witnesses, evidently doctors, walked toward the body, tugging stethoscopes from their pockets. Clyde Dawson turned to the door. Sir Frederick Lemsborough, governor of Newfoundland, fol- lowed him. In the chief jailer's office they shook hands with an American colonel. "The colonel worked on the in- vestigation with the Newfound- land constabulary and myself," explained Dawson. "You see, one of the murdered men was an American soldier." Sir Frederick nodded: "Yes, I knew that most unfor- tunate." "Well, sir," Dawson said, "the case was clear cut. Lemoy Statler was caught red-handed by a con- stable as he dashed out of a speakeasy early one morning last September. A woman's scream she ran the speakeasy prompted the constable to hold Statler. In his pocket was a still-smoking re- volver, and a good supply of money in a wallet stamped with the name of Capt. Gilbert Cath- eart. "Cathcart was found upstairs, shot through the head. With him, also dead, was an American sol- dier. Investigation revealed they had both been killed by Statltr's gun. "We found that Statler had ap parently gone to much trouble to cultivate Cathcart's friendship at the Newfoundland Hotel. Cathcart was drinking heavily as the au- topsy revealed and, while Statler had also appeared badly intoxi- cated, a test made immediately at Police Headquarters showed he had been feigning drunkeness, obviously for the purpose of win- ning Cathcart's confidence. "The woman speakeasy keeper testified she heard Cathcart yell: You dirty thief, I'll . .." then came the gun shots. We don't know how the American soldier fitted in but have every reason to believe the poor chap just hap- pened to be on the scene and stopped a bullet. "Statler's passport was found to be a phony, was his registra- tion card. He had no police n-c- ord but refused to give the mi- nutest hint of his identity. In fac% he didn't even take the stand. "And I must explain something else would you mind leaving us for a moment, Chief? Dawson smiled an apology to the chief jailer and waited for the door to close. "There is a story behind the story. What we have told you was what the jury heard. The rest we suppressed for reasons which, we feel confident, you will approve." Sir Frederick's eyebrows lifted. * "In the wallet, besides the money . . ." Dawson's words fell slowly and methodically, "was a large quantity of data of the most secret technical nature per- taining to the Royal Air Force Ferry Command service . . ." "What?" cut in the governor, "Yes, most vital data. Captain Cathcart was an important civi- lian technician of the Ferry Com- mand." "And Statler, you presume, an enemy agent?" Dawson and the colonel nodded. "There would seem every indi- cation that such was the case. His personal baggage, while telling us nothing of his identity, showed he was well off financially. And he was of the cultured type best de- scribed as 'cosmopolitan.' ' "Tell me," asked Sir Frederick, "how did he act at the last?" "That's curious," Dawson com- mented. "The Federal Bureau of Investigation at Washington was also interested in that point. Statler was icy nerve itself. I secured permission to sit out the night with him in the death cell in the hope that he would drop some clew. But he chatted breez- ily about everything else but him- self and the case. He refused the chaplain and wouldn't even leave a letter for any relatives ... by Jove, I forgot . . ." The calm air of professional in- vestigator abruptly dropped from Dawson. Excitedly he reached into an inside pocket and drew out a white envelope. "Just two minutes before the death march," he explained tense- ly, "Statler handed me this with a wide grin on his face. He asked that I open it only after the 'show' and I was so edged up the inci- dent slipped my mind until this moment." * * He had been running a pen- knife along one end of the en- velope as he talked. Gingerly he squeezed it open and drew out its lone content a colored snapshot. Eagerly the three men bent over the table . . . staring up at them was a remarkably beautiful girl with black hair and a superb figure. She was dressed in neatly fitting sport slacks and leaning against a green boat. "Strange," said the colonel, "she seems vaguely familiar I've seen that face somewhere be- fore." Dawson had turned over the nopshot. Suddenly he laughed outright. "I was thinking the same thing the explanation is on the back in Statler's writing." Again they bent over the snap- shot. "If you ever meet this girl just say the other half of the reunion date couldn't make it unexpect- edly tied up, you know. But he really missed her and plenty. P. S. to Dawson: Don't get excited, old man, she is NOT Hcdy La- marr." (Continued Next Week) British Destroyed Burma's Oilfields The British did a good job of destroying anything of value in Burma before they relinquished the country to superior Japanese forces. Sir Reginald Dormun- Smith, who was governor of Bur- ma told of the "absolute devast- ation" wrought in Burma, and said the job of destroying the oilfields and plant was in charge of W. L. Forster. He described Forster as the "greatest saboteur in history." "Whatever little mistakes he made when he destroyed oilfields in the Dutch East Indies he cor- rected in Burma and I am told some of the Burma oilfields may never come back into production," said Sir Reginald. Dieppe Race Track British pilots, back from the Dieppe raid, told how a United Nations task force went ashore, captured the Dieppe race course and converted it into an emerg- ency air field. At least one pilot, forced down during an action, landed on the field, destroyed his plane, and returned to England with the commandos. TABLE TALKS SADIE B. CHAMBERS THE FRUIT SEASON IS HERE Jamaica is the largest nnd most valuable of the British West In- dies. ISSUE 37 '42 These are the days when our local fruits are ripening and when we should take advantage of their deliciousness by canning some for the winter months which are to come. The subject of canning is such a broad one that it is impossible to treat each method properly in such a small space. Briefly the following are the best methods: Preparation: All fruit should be picked carefully and then pre- pared according to type. Large fruits should be cut in pieces and if dry and pulpy, such as apples and pears, should be covered with water before simmering until ten- der. Small juicy fruits require no water. Open Kettle Canning: If fruit is moderately acid and very juicy use no water but cover with sugar and let stand over night. In the morning cook until tender with aa little stirring as possible. Fruits less juicy should be covered with a sugar syrup and cooked until tender. Hot Pack: Fruit is prepared as above but cooked for a shorter length of time. Pour into hot sterilized jars to within about Ms inch of the top. Adjust rubber rings (dipped in boiling water), cover with sterilized top seal and leave jar ring partly screwed (if spring top is used do not adjust second spring). Place jars in rack in the kettle; cover well with water at same temperature as jara and bring to a boil. Boil for re- quired time and be sure that the jars do not touch each other. If this process is done in the oven have a carefully controlled tem- perature of 275 degrees. Re- move from water bath, tighten and seal. Invert jars while cool- ing to test leaks. If using steam pressure cooker follow directions given by manufacturer. Cold Pack Canning: Pack fruit into jars (sterilized) to within one inch of the top. Place fruit nd sugar in alternate layers in proportion to the desired syrup. (Thin syrup % cup sugar to 1 of fruit and heavy syrup 1 cup sugar to 1 of fruit). Cover with cold water until overflowing. Ad- juat rubbers and tops as for hot pack. Place on rack und cook lowly as in the hot pack method. Jam* nd Contervec Measure fruit and cover with enough water to simmer until tender. Add warmed sugar providing a i cap to one cup of fruit. Continue to simmer until thick, stirring frequently. Skim. Turn into sterilized jars and cover at once- with a thin layer of hot paraffin. When cool apply another layer of paraffin to assure perfect seal- ing. Jellie*: Select fruits that are not dead ripe. Clean and cook until very tender. Pour into a scalded jelly bag and allow to drip into a scalded container. Do not squeeze the bag. Heat juice to boiling point and simmer ten to twenty minutes. Add warmed sugar allowing % cup of sugar to one of juice. Stir over heat until sugar dissolves. Boil gently (skimming as necessary) until a few drops of the solution "sets" when tested in cold water. Jelliei With Pectin: Fruits such as blueberries and raspberries re- quire the addition of pectin to make them jell. The best advice for these fruits is to adhere strict- ly to directions given with Pectin or any similar commercial pre- parations. Minx . i, .,.,,,.. .N -,,:..,,,,.- iirrminal i-.i. .s , t...n Inlereiiteil reiulvrN. She ! pIvflHt'll ''i receive silt: ^.-VIHUIH am lopli-d fur her eulunm, unit l n reiuly In I|N<CB to your ::pel peevPH." lii>i|iietM for re<>i|t'N or pet-lnl in. -mi-, nre In order. Aililrcii* your fi-iii-i < 10 "MlNM sntllc II. i.'hnin- bern, Til Wcn< \delnli|p Mrvrt, To- ronlu." St'nl Nlnilippd .. : . i j . . .1 i>oveloi>c If you vlnh n reaU*. Two-Man Plant Leads War Drive 60-Year-Otd Man and 79- Year-Old Helper Work 105 Hours A Week The two-man production staff of a plant at Bay City, Mich. a 60-year-old employer and his 79- year-old employee received a large American FIaf> poster, of- ficial recognition as a Inbor-man- agemcnt production drive commit- tee, and a letter from Donald M. Nelson commending their efforts. Jake Sparling wrote President Roosevelt that he and Percy Fogclsonger, his entire "staff," had been working an average of 15 hours a day, seven days a week, and had made 18,000 steel flanges for war machinery. Mr. Sparling said "the old gent and myself" would like a pen- nant. Mr. Roosevelt sent the letter to Mr. Nelson, Chairma7t of the War production Board, who not only sent a large American Flag poster surmounting the inscrip- tion "Give It Your Best," but or- dered Mr. Spnvlini>'s name to lead all the rest of the plants formally "Rice Krispies" is a registered trade markofKelloggCompany of Canada Limited, for its brand of oven-popped rice. Get some today. entered in the war-production drive "in recognition of the ex- ample the entire working force of your plant is setting for the rest of the nation." Mr. Nelson suggested the work- ing schedule of Mr. Sparling and Mr. Fogelsonger was "a little too strenuous for some even younger workmen to maintain, even though you two gentlemen seem to thrive on it." The Sparling-Fogelsonger "la- bor - management committee" makes flanges used on wooden pipes that are installed in large defense plants. Mr. Sparling ran the tiny shop by himself before the war, mak- ing pulleys and doing odd jobs repairing machinery. His "ex- pansion" for war production con- sisted of hiring Mr. Fogelsonger, who had been in the habit of spending much time in the shop. Labor - management relations have been "ideal," according to Mr. Sparling. When they need money, he explained, he goes to the pi pi- company which uses their flanges to "take out what we n for grub and living expenses and buy bonds with what's left." A Bit Of Humor In Dieppe Battle There was a bit of grim humor aboard a British destroyer aa hundreds of four-inch shells were being fired into German strong points along the coast at Dieppe, a British naval observer revealed recently. He stood on the bridge of one destroyer and said he listened to a first lieutenant of only 23 giv- ing spotting directions to his offi- cer of quarters, an even younger sub-lieutenanr. Once, the observer said, ha heard the first lieutenant r"e- mark: "Albert, your shots are falling short on the cliff face. It may be an idea to bring the enemy down with the cliff but I think it is rather a long-term policy." HOME BAKED BRAN NUT BREAD For the older generation one of the pleasaiHest memories of childhood is baking day when a warm fragrance of crisp golden loaves filled the kitchen. Today home baking is staging: a revival, but fortunately "quick" breads are usurping the place of tlio old fashioned leavened bread. Popuhir is All-Bran Nut Bread. This glorious tastinjj loaf is both rich in vitamins and magnificent in flavor. Actually, it's good enough to take the place of those rich desserts that, have been banished from the war-time dinner table. Directions for malting this bivail follow: All-Bran Nut Bread 1 CKX '\ oup All-Bran % cup sugar 2'.i rups flour 1 cup milk 1 teaspoon salt 2 tablespoons melted shortening 3 teaspoons baking powder % cup chopped nut meats Beat eggs and sugar until light. Add milk, shortening and All- Bran. Sift flour with salt and baking powder: combine with nut meats; add to first mixture, stirring only until flour disappears. Bake in greased loaf pan with waxed paper in the bottom, in moiler.ue oven (350F.) about 1 hour and 10 minutes. Yield: 1 loaf (4V4 x 9 1 * inch pan). POSTUM Brand Not Rationed Try Postum today. No coupons needed. With each successive cup, Postuni'si robust, satisfying flavor seems more delicious. It's easily m.nlr. requires lew sugar, and is very economical. And because Poslum contains neither caffeine nor taunin it's a safe beverage for everyone. 4 OZ. SIZE MAKES SO CUPS 8 OZ. SIZE MAKES 100 CUPS - n)i