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THE MIDDLE TEMPLE MURDER
A Detective Story
..... .ir.. ffM. Fred A. ftnovf.
cmfighl, 1010, bu the rublla Ledger Co.
SYNOPSIS
Frank Spargo, young London
.SaMPtrmau, on returning home
Yrm hit tcork Into one night, is at
tracted 1V " couple of men peering
into a darh comer In an alleyway,
.Mitigation showed that man teas
reclining against a wall and that he
rSi dead, murdered, it seemed. In
Ai pocket thrrp is found the name
'l address "Ilonald Breton, Barris
wKifO't Be"ch irr. TemP,c
London.
(AND HERB IT CONTINUES)
tfTOUnNALlST," he said. "Mr.
J Spargo, of the Watchman. Mr.
finarco was there when the body wm
fnnd And lie knowa Mr. Breton."
irhtn he nodded from Spargo to the
rtriS-ficed person. "This 1" Drtrctl-
Rant Bathbury. from .the lard."
Kid to Spargo. "He's come
t take charge of this case. "
"Oh?" said Spargo blankly "I fee
what " he ,vcnt on witn "'tfden
ibruptnwH. "what shall you do about
"r,C'fiet him to come and look at the
hnt'v." rcpllecl Bathbury. "He may
VnoV the man nnd he mayn't. Anyway.
fti namo and address arc here, aren't
thdonie along," U Spargo. "I'll
vilk there with yon.
Knareo remained In u species of brown
drily alt the way nlong Tudor street;
Ms companion nlRO ntalntnlncd silence
n a fashion which showed that ho was
Q nature nnd custom n man of few
'0it was not until the two were climb
Ine the old balustriulcd staircase of the.
fcouse in King's Bench 'Walk In which
Ilonald Breton's chambers werr some
Bhcre situate that Spargo spoke.
"Do jou think that old chap was
'lilled for what ho may have had on
I'un?" ho asked, suddenly turning on
"I Should like to know what he had
n him before I answered that ques
tion. Mr. Spargo," replied Rathbuvy,
ithasnille.
' Yev Sam 0KirfcU. uii-amii.) . i
suppose so. He might have had noth
ing on Mm. eh?" '
'lTie detective laughed, nnd pointed
to a board on which names were
"We" don't know anything yet. sir."
he observed, "except that Mr. Breton
is on the fourth floor. By which I con
clude that it isn't long since he wns cat
nr his dinner."
"Oh, he's young he. s quite young,'
fald Spargo. "I should say he's about
four-and-twenty. I've met him only
At that moment the unmistakable
sounds of girlish laughter came down
the staiicas. Two girls seemed to be
laughing presently masculine laughter
mingled with tho lighter feminine.
"Seems to bo studying law in very
Hasant fashion up here, unywuy."
said Ratkbury. "Mr. Breton's cham
bers, too. And the door's open.
The outer oak door of Itonald Bre
ton's chambers stood thrown wide; tliu
inner one was well ajar; through tho
opening thus made Spargo and the de
tective obtained u full view of the in -lerior
of Mr. Honuld Breton's rooms.
There, nffainst u background of law
liuoks, bundles of papers tied up with
j,ink tape, and black -framed pictures
of famous legal notabilities, they saw
a pretty, vivacious-eyed girl, who,
perched on a chair, wigged and gowned,
and flourishing a mass of crisp paper,
was hi'ranguing an imaginary judge and
jury, to the amusement of n young man
who had his back to the door, and of
mother girl who leant confidentially
against his shoulder.
"I put it to you, gentlemen of the I
jurv-,1 out it to you with conti.lei.ee, I
feeing that you must be, must neces-
larily be, some, perhaps brothers, per
haps huslianas, and intners, can ju,
on your consciences do my client the
sreat wrong, the irreparable injury, the
"Think of some more adjectives!"
exclaimed the young man. "Hot and
strong 'tins pile 'em up. Tuut's what
they like they Hullo I"
This exclamation arose from the fact
that at this point of the proceedings
the detective rapped at the inner door,
end then put his head round its edge'.
Whereupon the young lady who was
orating from the chair jumped hastily
('.own; the other joung lady withdrew
from the young man's protecting arm ;
there was a feminine giggle and a fem
inine swishing of skirls, and a husty
holt iuto uu inner room, and Mr. Uon
ald Breton came forward, blushing u
little, to greet the Interrupter.
"Come, in, come in!" he exclaimed
hastily. "I "
Then he puused, catching flight of
Spargo, and held out his hand with a
look of surprise.
"Oh Mr. Spargo?" he said. "How
r!o you do? we i wc were just hav
ing a lurk I'm off to court in a few
DREAMLAND ADVENTURES
MR. MOON LOSES HIS HEAD
By DADDY
I'eggy Gets into an Argument
(I'egov is called to the Moon to
hip the Man in the Moon find his
hit head.)
pEGGY gazed at the Man in the Moon
with surprised eyes.
"Where is my lost heart?" he bel
lowed at her. What surprised her was
the fact that while he wus yelling about
tw lost head there was his rouud, shiny
head on his shoulders, right where it
belonged.
"Why, you're wearing your head.
Jou can bee for yourself." and I'eggy
bW up to the Man in the Moon her
tiny pocket mirror.
"I toll vnn T hnvr. Inst mv head.
Can't you understand plain Moon talk?"
bellowed the Man iu the Moon after a
Snick peek into the glass.
'I guess you have lost your head
or. at least, the iUBides of It or. you
Wouldn't sit thero shouting about losing
when every one can tce it on you as
Plain as the nose on your face," said
"ssy, severely.
i "If you cuu Fee it, where Is It then?"
wmanded the Man Iu the Moon, feeling
111 around his glowing bald pate.
Why, here it is," declared Peggy,
rapping his head smartly with her
"tickles.
"Ow, that hurts! And you're not so
mart as you think you arc, for this
a t the head I've lost," howled the
"an in the Moon.
',"it it's your head and you say
w vo lost your head," argued I'eggy,
JJMb puzzled. "And'nobody has more
an one heud, except, perhaps, giants
ia .Wry books.
f i?La! I,ra ot a giant iu a
worybook and I have thirteen heads,"
Hollowed the Man In the Moou.
m.i racoi'd. what do you do with
Sat bea(l8?" ttskcd Pey in namze-
Us- i Qm' of course," snapped tho
ia IV th ?loou. "What would I do
"Hut no one needs tblrtrnn liPiiiln
" euouEh " hiHiK.; tvZlv 1,Cada
"Of , !' 'U8.Ibtc.d..Ic,Ksy' .. ,. J
.m luemj"
tu wasoi of Vh v. Bil7i lgr
thlrte u J2on V.i. . r' ?d thVx ""
Moo:
tun i v unueil very queer to
r'y. and Kim ,iUn b.,... ;,.i..! . ....
Pwcr, BVrtTo iu7t stared aUie
.
by J. S. Fletcher
Smirgol"" Wbnt n T l0 for roU Mr'
i,UcJVuI bactP() t0 ,1C '" door as
turned again to the two men, looking
from one to the other. The detective'
on Ills part, was looking at the young
vourthlCnf hA.uv il !" """Vbuilt
joutli, of haudsome features nnd engas-
mmaculately garbed, nnd having unon
unu he formed the mnreasion from
ofXTf'T th.at '. Mre1?n wn. on
take up a profession, but are certnlnlv
rianSW?!1 "1" U' "c turSed ami
glanced at the journalist.
slowlv 4 A0U,d?C "M Spargo
Si',,, ,-.' fct Is,, I came here
vou n t . b"ri'' "ants to see
you. Detective Sergeant Uathbury
of New Mcotlnnd Yard." "aluuurj
trod.ctTo.1 'ffT'1 thiB ""
w"0"0.1..."? lf 1C ere repeating n
.wvu Ulll II
barrister's fare." Ami iK1."0.""!?
i r m fic .., i.i.. ;
the detectlv
'five wlfli ,i ll. -' ,
"fill v i. ii .! ." ul surprise.
..-"' he said. "Ynn .iui, ' .. i
t).l.l.. -..". '"" WISH
pocket fi? . bC'" f,"b''le in his
piutct for tlm scrap of crnv naner
ucl'-worn""1, CBrcfa"f bertoWT'n
ki.. i i "icmorandum book. "I
be 'aid aSiTn.!,Ue8ti0Q'.Mr- Breton,"
"t saw. This moraine, about a
quarter to three, a mau-efilerly man
was found dead in Middle Temple fane.
Sttcd 8e Me VC d0U,Lt that he' was
iiiiirueicu. Mr. Spargo here he was
feV;nntCa,fte,TCCted.Spar-,,A
"Mien this body was examined at
hi rnlZ' T,thmc'1 Knthbur?. ?
tnn. n Mr'offact; business-like
tones, notliiux was found that could
lend to deu'titicntion. The nan np.
pears to have been obbed. There was
nothing whatever on him-but this bit
h,le0'h, l,a,I,or'"1'iCh was found In a
n.Li tV C ".,lius of hl3 waistcoat
c ',,' sot your name and address
on it, Mr. Breton. Sec?"
.Uouuld Bretou took the scran of
baows. aud loukl t it with knitted
"U.V Jove " lm
muttered.
What's
"So it
he like,
lias; that's queer,
this man?" .
"Will VOU Kten i'niin.1 f.,.,1 ! i.
at him, .Air. Breton?" lm ni.i "ttv
close by."
"Well I the fact is. 1'mc got a
ca6 ,f,'n' " Mr. Justice Borrow's
".'.A ,Ur,ctn answered, nlso glancing
at his clock. "But it won't be called
until after eleven. ' Will "
"I'leuty of time, sir," said ltath-
uur, , it won t take you ten minutes
io to ruuna mm DacK again a look will
do. A ou don't recognize this hand
writing, I suppose?"
Breton still held the scrap of paper
;. mil jiuscm. liu lOOKCU at it UL'UlU,
intently.
"No!" ho answered. "I ilnn'i. I
dou t know It at all I can't think, nf
course, who this man could bo, to have
my name und address. I thought he
might Imve been some country solicitor,
wanting my professional services, you
know," he went on, with a shy smile
ut Spargo, "but '.', 3 o'clock in the
morning, eh?"
'The doctor," observed Uathburv.
"the doctor thinks he had been dead
ubout two and a half hours."
' Breton turned to the inner door.
"I'll I'll just tell these ladies I'm
going out for a. quarter of an hour,"
lie said. "They're goiug over to the
court with me I got my lirst brief
jestcrday." he went on with a boyish
laugh, glancing right and left at his
visitors. "It's nothing much small
cast but I promised my liancec and
her sister that they should be present,
,r , . '
1lHIe,ind'"ra.rcd lnto
; 5? back ':
you Know, a moment,
the next room
moment Inter in nil
the glory of n new silk hut. Snareo.
u young man who wns never very par
ticular about his dress, began to con
trast his own attire with the buttcrflv
appearance of this youugster; ho hail
beeu quick to notice that the two girls
who had whisked into the iuijer room
had been similarly garbed hi line rai
ment, more characteristic of Mnyfuir
than of Fleet Street. ' Already he felt a
strange curiosity about Breton, and
about the young ladies whom he heard
talking behind the inner door.
"Well, come on." said Breton. "Let's
go straight there."
Tho mortuary to which Itathbufy led
the way was cold, drab, repellent to
the general gay sense of the, summer
morning. Spargo shivered involuntarily
as he entered it and took a first glance
around. But. the young barrister
showed no sign of feeling or concern ;
he looked quickly about him and stepped
alertly to the side of the dead man,
from whose face the detective was turn
ing back a cloth. He looked steadily
nnd earnestly at the fixed features.
Then he drew back, shaking his head.
(CONTINUED TOMOUROW)
Man in tho Moon, trying to figure out
how ho could chnuge his head with each
season. The Man in the Moon stared
back at her and she seemed so perplexed
'hat presently his frown passed away
like a floating cloud and he beamed at
her in a broad smile. "Don't you
change your hat and clothes with each
earthly season?" he asked.
"Why, yes," answered Peggy, of
course I do."
"Well, why' shouldn't I change?" de
manded the Man' in tho Moon. "I
haveu't any hats or clothes, so I change
my heads. And if I didn't chance 'cm.
you folks down there on Earth would be
in a funny fix for you wouldn't know
when to plan things, when to harvest
em, wnen to go Hunting, when to make
love and when to do all the other things
you uo.
Peggy had no answer for that, either,
although she thought to herself it was
queer if the Man in the Moon 200,000
miles from the Earth, could rule things
so fur away.
Before the argument could go further
there wus uu awful racket from the
crowd around Bulky Sam. Ever since
Peggy bad arrived on the Moon Balky
Sam had been kicking away as steadily
as a clock, and each kick had sent a de
lighted Moon Man shooting up tho tele
scope for a trip In the nir. And for the
privilege of being kicked each Moon
Man was paying a round, flat disk to
Billy Belgium, who was acting as Balky
Sam's mnnagdr,
Now Balky Sam was growlug tired,
and the rncket was caused becuuse tho
Moou Men who hadn't been kicked
wcro clamoring for tho uext chance to
go a -flying.
"Hee-haw, I have only three moro
kicks left," brayed Balky Sam, nnd
the Moon Men surged forward, the
whole crowd getting in the way of his
beols. Wham! landed Balky Sam's
hoofs, and two Moon Men shot away
hut not up the telescope. Instead they
I new rigrn. ui iuc .nun in mc .upon
Ono ,l,t ,,lm '" ,Ile stomach, and ho
Kttvo n hturtlcd "Woof!" Before the
"Woof" was fairly out of his mouth
the second Moou Mau hit him lu the
head and. ' to Peggy's nstonlshmcut,
fin tomorrow's chapter Peaau
hunts the head of the Man in the
Moon,)
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