Horse Sense About
Winter Oil Change
Cold weather creates new prob-
lems in lubrication. To overcome
damaging wear, the motor oil
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automobile are caused by faulty
or incorrect lubrication.
A wise man once said: *‘It takes
to correct a mistake on a farm.”
car the first cold morning this
drove this past Summer.
vestment,
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Eye-Glass Attachment
SYNOPSIS
Barbara Sentry, secking to sober up her
escort, Johnnie Boyd, on the way home
from a party, slaps him, and attracts the
attention of a policeman, whom the boy
knocks down. As he arrests him, Professor
Brace of Harvard comes to the rescue and
drives Barbara home. On the way they see
Barbara's father driving from the direction
of his office at 12:45, but when he gets
home he tells his wife it is 11:15 and that
he's been playing bridge at the club, Next
day Sentry reports his office has been
robbed and a Miss Wines, former tempo-
rary employee, killed. The evening papers
luridly confirm the story, and Sentry takes
it hard. Mary, elder daughter, in love with
where she works, goes off to dinner at Gus
Loran's, Sentry's partner, with Mrs. Loran’s
brother, Jimmy Endle. Mr. and Mrs. Sen-
try call on old Mrs. Sentry, and Barbara,
alone, receives Dan Fisher, reporter, who
advises her not to talk. Phil Sentry, son at
Yale, is disturbed at the possible Implica-
tions and suspicion of Miss Wines’ absence
He goes home to help. Sentry is ar-
rested and booked for murder. Dan Fisher
explains the evidence against him—that the
robbery was a fake, the safe opened by
one who knew the combination, changed
since Miss Wines’ employment there—that a
back door key, a duplicate of Sentry’'s, was
found In the girl's purse, and that Sentry,
too, had been away those three days In
August. Brace calls, and backs up Barbara
in her denial that Sentry could have done
ft, because of the discrepancy of time be-
tween the slaying and their seeing Sentry
Phil, showing the police over
CHAPTER IV—Continued
10
Irons looked at him for a moment
Then he took Phil's arm.
*‘Steady, Mr. Sentry,” he said. “The
folks upstairs will need all you've
Phil said chokingly, “Damn you,
‘‘Somebody’s burned a lot of mon-
“You can still read the
“What of it?" Phil insisted.
“And there's an envelope, a long
Sentry and Loran. Who-
ever tried to burn it was in a hurry,
Phil protested, ‘But I don't see—""
Irons said quietly: “Someone took
We've been
For the rest of that day, Phil was
like a man dazed by an actual phys-
He had, till he saw that
seat, not even con-
templated the possibility of his fa-
ther’'s guilt. That possibility had
been, perhaps, in the back of his
had been concentrated
with all the terrors that ar-
locked to him now for
strength and heartening.
He felt himself young and futile
forced open, remembering
heard himself lying by instinct,
blindly, clumsily. And he saw a
moment later that the Inspector
knew he had lied; and while panic
filled him, Sergeant Kane appeared
and led them to the cellar—where
Someone had stolen his gun, and
none but his father knew where it
was! Someone had burned money in
the furnace, and none but his father
could have done that! And Inspec-
tor Irons had felt this evidence to
be conclusive. That certainty was
clear in the older man’s eyes, plain
for Phil to read.
The Inspector's sureness, more
than his own senses, convinced Phil;
drove home to him the shattering
realization. His father was a mur-
derer.
Phil might have been proud of his
bearing that morning. When he and
Inspector Irons came up from the
cellar, Oscar spoke to him, said
Mrs. Sentry would like him to drive
her to town to see Mr. Sentry; and
Phil said, “Right!” He could not
for a moment face his mother; so
he called to her from the hall, “I'll
bring the car around.”
He went to do so, t the
small car, the one his father al-
ways drove. At the front door he
blew his horn; and his mother and
Barbara presently came out, and
Barbara kissed Mrs. Sentry, hugged
her tight.
“Give father a big kiss for me,”
she directed. *“‘Tell him I love kim
and I think he’s grand and I'll come
see him tomorrow sure!” And she
called to Phil, “Drive carefully!”
Phil tried his voice, and its very
familiarity was reassuring. That
at least was unchanged. He had
thought the world was changed.
“Sure,” he promised; and as his
mother got in beside him, “All right,
mother?
She pulled the door shut. ‘Mr.
Hare said to come to his office,
Phil,” she directed.
And Phil got the car under way;
and he told her how much seeing
her would cheer his father. “You're
always so strong and steady and
sure,” he said. “Ever since 1 was
a youngster, it always made me feel
better to come dump my troubles
in your lap. All of us.”
He talked so much about her and
about his father that it did not oc-
cur to her to think of Phil him-
self. Her thoughts already cast for-
ward to the interview that lay
ahead. She dreaded it so terribly;
yet it must be faced, must be gone
through.
When after a dazed half hour of
preliminaries she found herself wait-
ing for Arthur to be brought to her,
she looked at her surroundings with
an almost impersonal curiosity.
They seemed to her hideous; a
small room, a table, two chairs. A
grill of slender bars at the one win-
dow, a smell of disinfectants . .
She was to see Arthur alone; but
the door would be open, and an
officer in a position to watch them
through the open door. It did not
occur to her that the District At-
torney’'s old friendship for Arthur
had led him to permit her unusual
consideration, Dean Hare had
warned her they would be watched;
she thought this hard enough.
Arthur came in. A man walked
up this morning,” she assented,
“just to say we could count on them
in every way.”
‘““He’s all right.”
“I'd like him better if Mrs. Loran
were nicer. She and I don't speak
the same language. You heard Mary
tell how she behaved the other night,
at that dinner when Mr. Loran
wasn't there. As if she were a—
burlesque actress, Mary said.”
‘““Mary always hated Gus. He used
to kiss her and Barbara whenever
he saw them when they were young-
sters, and Mary always hated to be
kissed. Gus did it to tease her, as
much as anything.”” He added, after
a moment: “I expect Mary takes it
—all this—pretty hard. She's the
sort who would.”
She confessed: “I think she’s wor-
ried about what Neil Ray's attitude
will be. He's rather a—prig. But
Mary loves him."
“It will all clear up in a few
days,” he predicted.
“lI hope s0."” She spoke after a
moment, in a tone curiously hum-
ble. “But Arthur—I think we have
to be honest with each other. 1
know what time you came home.”
He stared at her; and she saw his
cheek drawn and pale. She said:
“It was quarter of one.”
After a long while he spoke, very
slowly, in a low tone. He said:
“Yes, Ellen. It was quarter of one,
half-past twelve, about that, any-
beside him, stopped with him in the
doorway, and she heard the click of
metal. But she heard it at a great
distance, all her senses concentrat-
ed in her eyes.
He was so little changed! Except
perhaps that he seemed tired, and
that his eyes were inflamed, he was
not changed at all. Yet he had
been gone so long. She tried to
remember how long, and realized
incredulously that it was no more
than a matter of hours.
He came toward her, rubbing his
wrist with his hand. He stopped,
facing her. He said, from a little
distance: “Well, Ellen! I'm glad you
came."
She said: “We must sit down,
Dean says, with the tabie between
us, and our hands in sight. On the
table, perhaps.”
He nodded. “They have to be
careful, 1 suppose.” They sat down;
and he said, “How are the children,
all right?”
“We're—distressed, of course. The
policeman is watching us, Arthur.”
“l suppose so.” His eyes held
hers. He said: “Ellen—I'd have
done anything possible to-—spare
you all this. The whole thing is so—
incredible. Just a series of miracu-
lous coincidences.”
“It is incredible, yes.”
“Of course, it will straighten out
in a day or two. I had nothing to
do with that girl, Ellen. But you
know that, of course.”
“You've told them so?”
“Of course. Why, Ellen, they say
themselves that she was killed about
one o'clock. I was home long be-
fore that.” She felt, almost to her
own surprise, a deep compassion in
her heart. He said urgently: “You
know that, yourself. You were
awake when I came home."
She hesitated. ‘“No, Arthur,” she
amended, “I wasn’t awake. I woke
up, asked you what time it was.”
“Well, I told you. It was quarter
past eleven.”
She tried to speak, but her throat
was tight. He tapped the table be-
tween them with his fingertips.
“Good of you to come,” he repeat-
ed, and he said: “Gus came last
night, late. He came over from
New York on the five o'clock and
saw an extra at the station, and
hurried right up here. It helped
to see him. You feel pretty much a
pariah, in jail, you know.”
Mrs. Sentry smiled dutifully at
the feeble humor, “He called me
way.” He asked, “How did you
know?"
“Barbara saw you.”
‘““Barbara?’ Sudden panic in the
word.
“Yes.”
His eyes were flickering with rap-
id thought. His fists clenched on
the table; he lifted one and lowered
it again, and sweat was on his brow.
“I hoped no one saw me,” he ad-
mitted. ‘‘Barbara?” She did not
speak; and he said at last, hopeless-
ly: “Well, if they ask her, she must
tell them. None of you must lie,
Ellen. Tell them the truth.”
“Tell me the truth, Arthur,” she
pleaded.
“1 had nothing to do with the girl,
Ellen! 1 didn't—murder her!"
She asked no question; and after
a moment he went on, hurriedly:
“This is what happened. I went
to the office, after the bridge game
broke up, to get that coffee-pot of
yours. I'd forgotten it when I left
in the afternoon.” His lips twisted
wretchedly. “She was—she lay
there, Ellen, or who killed her. I
lost my head.
left her there, went home.
if no one saw me—"'
She said, gently:
were afraid of things, Arthur,
found her there dead?”
“Yes.”
“Just—lying there?”
“There was someone with her. A
man. They had robbed the safe,
taken the money.
in the dark as I came up the stairs.”
And he said again, in a helpless res-
ignation: ‘““Barbara must tell them
the truth if they ask her. None of
you must lie.” He made a bitter
gesture. ‘It will be hard enough
to make them believe the truth—
that I lost my head, ran away, left
her there.”
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it as it was given into their hands
already told them. She told Mr.
Flood.”
“Told—Already?’”’ He was white.
“She thought that if Miss Wines
was really killed at about one, as
the papers said, you couldn't have
done it. So she told him you were
at home before that, to prove to
him that you didn’t do it.”
“Miss Wines was killed about
twelve o'clock,” he said, half to hime
self.
“How do you know?"
He stared at her. ‘“‘She was killed
before that,” he amended suddenly.
“Before I got there. Bob Flood
knows—'' He rose in haste. “You'd
better go, Ellen,” he said. ‘Tell
Dean Hare I must see him right
away.
to now, that I was at home at elev-
en fifteen. I hoped I could—lie out
of it. But now I may have to tell
them the truth.”
She rose to face him; she asked
softly, “You didn't kill her,
thur?"
“Of course not! Ellen, don't you
believe-—"'
“You can tell me!”
He hesitated. He said then, in a
quickly mustered anger, ‘I told you,
I didn't!"" But she had felt his hesi-
tation; she watched him pitifully,
and he cried: “What are you wait.
ing for? Go on. Tell Dean Hare-—"'
And she said, submitting: “Very
well, Arthur, I'll tell Dean. I'll do
whatever you say.”
He turned abruptly toward the
door. The policeman came to meet
him. She thought he went away al-
most eagerly, as though glad to es-
cape the question in her eyes.
She waited for a while after he
had gone, in that hideous little room,
fighting for self-control.
hesitation had been like confession.
His mustered anger at her insist-
ence had been eloquent. She knew
now surely that he was guilty. She
faced the future, dazed, feeling noth-
ing. A dreadful time, a lifetime
that must be endured.
She thought, almost amused:
I've always been so proud. And she
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a scandal. I could not forgive a
There was no question of for-
giveness now.
Just, somehow, to endure, to live.
Dean right away.
waiting for her.
moved.
She rose
is he?"
“Oh, he's fine,”
worry, Phil, he's fine!”
her own certainty, the children need
not know.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
People think they take good care
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The chances are ten to one they
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People wash their rings in any soap,
and bump them against metal ob-
jects. There is no such ‘rough
stuff” with the classically beautiful
marble floors in the Library of Con-
gress.
Those floors cannot even be
scrubbed with a mop, for fear of the
HH
termine if the soap contained acids.
“The acids might stain the mar-
ble,” Bond explained.
“The marble is priceless,” he
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They cost about $3,300 originally.
But you can't get that kind of mar-
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worth many thousands of dollars.”
Bond has just one trouble—he
can't stop a person who has metal
into the library, he must check it,
and the library gives him another
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