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m the City 1 There was outer door. of the Par-ac “What ya: the iapanese this H'urEkuw 03 as the p ofl’ chance he night an’ tell an' the theft, the might have quar- reled later over t a money. Perhaps the accomplice saw a chance to get away with the whole of it by gettln' rid of Horikawa." “Mebbeso. By what you tell me yore uncle was a big, two-listed scrapper. It was a two-man job to handle him. This li’l’ Jap never in the world did it alone. What it gets back to is that he was prob’ly in on it an' later for some reason his pardner gunned him.” “Well, we’d better telephone for the police an' let them do some of the ' I” worrym . been forgettin' the two thdusand dol- lars my uncle drew from the bank the day he was killed. If Horikawa an’ some one els_¢ age guilty of the murder A”- 11 n “We don't know the circumstances. Say, to make a long shot, that the Jan had been hired to kill my uncle by this other man, and say he was} beginnin’ to get ugly an’ make threats. l 0r say Horikawa knew about the killin' of my uncle an’ was hired by the other man to keep away. Then he learns from the papers that he's suspected, an' he gets anxious to go to the police with what he knows. Wouldn’t there be reason enough then‘ to kill him? The other man would have to do it to save himself." “I reckon.” Cole harked back to a preceding sug estion. “The revenge{ theory won’ old water. If some, friend of yore uncle knew the Jap had killed him he'd sick the law on him. He wouldn’t pull off any private exe- cution like this." Kirby accepted this. “That’s true. There's another possibility. We’ve been forgettin' the two thousand dolâ€" “I can’t ansWer your questions right off the reel, Cole. Mebbe I could guess at one or two answers, but they like]?’ wouldn't be right. F’r instance, '1 could guess that he was here in this room from the time my uncle was killed till he met his own death.” “In this room?” “In these apartments. Never left ’em, most likely. What’s more, some one knew he was here an' kept him supplied with the daily papers.” ‘lwho?’, “If I could tell you that I couldtell you who killed him," answered Kirby with a grim, mirthless smile. “How do you know all that?" Lane told him of the mute testimony of the newspapers in the livingâ€"room. "Some one brought those papers to hirln‘ev‘er): day," he added. __,___ -HuJ “a.” In: uuuuu. “And then killed him. Does that look reasonable to you?” CHAPTER XX.â€"(Cont’d.) “Yes; but-J’ Sanborn stopped, frowning, while he worked out what he had to say. “Horikawa wasn’t kill- ed I'ight after yore uncle. Where w_as 11? While the police were huntin' tor him everywhere? If he knew son-m- thin’ why didn’t he come to bat With it? ~Whaxt was he waitin' for? An’ 1f the folks that finally bumper him off knew he didn‘t aim to tell what he knew» w for did they figure they had tohg‘et ri of him?” He cu K0! mome Until You Try GREEN TEA you have not tasted the best. Fresh, fragrant and pure. Try it. Tangled Traégs lt. He wag thinldfiéfu'v‘ aka this along with me 2r nslated, Cole.” the sheets if’his nmlm a a sound of 3 It opened, am dox stood in t‘ u do here?” a: a quickly. a in through t] irby. “Though Ha“ might ’a’ seen Rasrévthâ€"a-t~ 5 about it here." later he was tg‘lephoning T," n EQIMfi‘IEm: night as well a was thinkir for the There’s jusrtfla'r; ‘a’ seen Rose that a8 1e window key in the the janitor 1e doorway. ked the lit- his pocket “Yqu never know what. about first mebbe use' TORONTO (Copyright, Thomas AIL any"! {QT' Couuwm â€"â€"BY WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINB' wm In your 0097 n: \bg‘comp'r'gtenuv. Radio (km eonmnlu m radio awaits a unusually kw pm. Evarybody Intro-bed in ndlq would In" this Cnuloxca. The svergeani glgréd_a€ {his cool cusâ€" tomer who refused to be appalled at “I hired myself. My good name is involved. I’m goin' to see the murder- er is brought to justice.” “You are, eh?" llYes-Il “Well, I'll say you could find him if anybody could.” “You’re entitled to your opinion, sergeant, 'ust as I am to mine, but before we re through with this case you’ll have to admit you've beui wron .” Lane .turned to his friend. “VZQ'I go now, Cole, if you’re ready." This Good /, Radio \A Catalogue “Some one hire you to hunt up evi- dence?" the officer wanted to know witty bgavy sarcasm. The sergeant looked at Sanborn with increased res ect. His eyes went back to Kirby sul enly. “What you doing here?” “We were in my uncle’s apartment lookin’ things over. We stepped out on the fire escépe an’ happened to notice this window here was open a little. It just cam over me that meb- be we might disc ver some evidence here. So I got in by the Window, saw the body of the Jap, an’ called my friend.” The officer made no answer. He and the detectives went into the bedroom, examined the dead valet's position and dothes, made a tour of the rooms, and came back to Lane. “Who’s your friend?" asked the ser- geant superciliously. “His name is Cole Sanborn." ffIhe__champion bronco buster?" “Have you téfié-Héd the body or moved anything since you came?” the sergeant demanded. “No, sir, to brdtili questions, except the telephone when I used it to reach hegtjquarters.” “Oh, it’s you,” he said suspiciously. Kirby smiled. “That’s right, offi- (381:; . We_’ve_me£ibefore, haven’t we?" wfivxn, LAquu u wc; They had. The sergeant was the man who had arrested him at the cor- oner’s inquest. It had annoyed him that the authorities had later released theriprisoner on bond. Five minutes later a patrol wagon clanged up to the Paradox. A sergeant of police and two plainclothes men took the elevator. The sergeant, heading the party, stopped in the doorway of the apartment and let a hard, hostile «feye travel up and down Lane’s six eet. “Do we light out now or wait for the cops?” he asked. “We wait. They’d probably find ou§_anyhow, that we’d been here.” CHAPTER XXI. JAMES LOSES ms TEMPER. Cole grinned whimsically at his friend. The cattleman admitted to himself that what he did not know about J ap- anese habits of mind would fill a great many books. “Somev one killum plenty dead, saiudA eyenly. A “Quite 'plenty," Kirby agreed, yatching his imperturbable Oriental ace. Kirby led the Way into the bedroom. Shibo looked at his countryman withâ€" out a muscle of his impassive face twjgching. “Mr. Jennings he in Chicago. He no like you here." “fwant to show you somethin’, Shibo. Come." “I hear you talk. I come in. You no business here.” “True enough, Shibo. But we’re not burglars an' we’re here. Lucky We are too. We’ve found somethin’.” man that killed my uncle slipped in here.” “Yes half a mind on the spot, enough of his since he had being overzez to make the : The Wyorr to Seventeen! ‘the Equitable ‘ningham was I He looked {cold smile on l .“N‘vfny 0' CANADA n “Have you any dog biscuits?" said Mrs. Jameson to the grocer. “Dog biscuits?" asked the grocer. “Yes, but what do you want them for? You don't keep a dog, do you?" “I know we don’t.“ replied Mrs. Jameson, “but the doctor has ordered Little Bessâ€""Oh, bein' kisses an' takin’ cantor oil Adding a Neâ€"W Customer. Visitorâ€"“But, my dear, how have you succeeded In earning so much money?” All the Saxon kings favored beards, but William the Norman only wore a moustache, as dld his sons and several of their successors on the throne. But Richard the Lion Heart made beards fashionable again, for his brother John, ‘Hrenry III., and the first three Edwards were all razorshy. Indeed, from 1066 to 1413 no clean-shaven king sat on the throne of England. To sum up. since the Norman Con- quest, thera have been thirteen beard- wearlng kings, fourteen clean-shaven kings. and six who shaved the chin but not the upper lip. By the way, the predecessor and father of these three, Henry VIII., the muckydiscussed and much-married Tu~ dor monarch, broke the record of a fairly long line of beardless kings by himself cultivating a. heard, for none of his predecessors, from Henry V. to Henry VII., wore a beard. Like our present king, Charles the First seems to have copied his father. James I’s beard, too, had been, in a way, rather a novelty, because his three immediate predecessors had been a boy and two women. “Sorry,” Cunningham said, “I'm going to be busy for an hour or two. Going to lunch with Miss Phyllis Harâ€" riman. She was Uncle James’s fiancee, perhaps you know. There are some affairs of the estate to be arâ€" ranged. I wonder if you could come back later this afternoon. Say about four o’clock. We’ll take up then the business of the translation. I’ll get in touch with a Japanese in the mean- time.” We must travel back in history as far as Charles I. before coming to an- other bearded king. He was the last king, until what we call modern times, to wear a beard and “his own hair." Indeed, when George III. was on the throne no beard had been seen in Eng- land within living memory. Razors and Royalty. It is rather odd that at a time when beards are so much out of fashion his Majesty King George should wear one. In this respect he follows the example of Edward the Peacemaker, his father, who was the first of our sovereigns to wear a heard for nearly 300 years. ing here “Yes, if you will. Doesn’t matter, of course, but since We have it I’ll put it in the safe.” (To be continued.) 7‘We’ll get the writing translated. Above You have it with you ?" he said. His eyes ran over the pages Lane handed him. “I know a Jap we can get to read it for us, a reliable man, i, Than one who won’t talk if we ask himf not to.” l The broker’s desk buzzer rang. He.B€tWe‘ talked for a moment over the tele- I phone, then hung up again. our t1 “Sorry,” Cunningham said, “I'm going to be busy for an hour or two. But It Kirby told him. Instantly James became grave. His irony vanished. In his face was a flicker almost of consternation at this follow-up mur- der. He might have been asking him- self how much more trouble was com- mg. He looked cold smile on “Ah, my en with his hab “What’s in th Mlnard'n Llnlment Heals Cuu. “Suits me. Shall I leave the writ- sband to eat animal food sitironr in which he stood. He had qn Some Strength Doctor's Orders. 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