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ursday, September 5, 1940 INDIAN VAI,LEY RECORD FREDERIC F. VAN DE WATE.R CHAPTER I heard the man killed in the Per- apartment. I heard the words brought about his murder, too, then the wheel came off Agatha Paget's wheel chair all else from my mind. thick voice that I heard over telephone and the dull sounds followed seemed trite. They rather than revealed, tragedy, I forgot them. Later, they be- ta important. They were small about which men made men- theories, as scientists rebuild from tiny bits of bone. Afterward the call pad showed hat it was three-thirty on the after- of February twenty-third when clicked and whirred. alone in the foyer of the Me- for Eddie Hoyt had slipped for a bite and Wilson, the door- was ill. Higgins, the super- who was filling in for him, taken the elevator upstairs. b,The operator was slow and I scrib- ~L.ed the number on the call pad ~atleWh I waited. A voice buzzed in ~Y ear again, apparently speaking to SOmeone ;u the Ferriter flat, in a ague I did not know. I thought it bight be German, for it was blunt Hfl guttural. 'l'hen I heard an odd sound, half half cough, and a faraway ust have been the lamp, the body, falling. At the time, I thought it was Miss Pag- s Wheel chair. her chauffeur, was trun- her in. He had had trouble at door for there was no one there him. I looked up and saw Wheel rolling down the hall. The had sagged. Miss Paget was to its upper arm and laugh- While Warren struggled to keep overturning. I ran to help Paget. was the oldest tenant by age residence in the old Morel]o This was one of the buildings in Manhattan that endured into mellow age. The was furnished in mahogany, and gloom, and on the ceiling cherubs were tangled in fad. ribbons. The Morello Apart- sat, brown and ornate, be- bleaker, newer buildings with Calm weathered dignity nothing break--rather as Miss Agatha Lget sat between Warren and me i at last we had righted her: chair. had been hallman at the Morello : a week but already I knew basement groan and start. The bell's trill came down toward us. Outside the horn kept up its blatting. Warren stirred and said: "I fancy I'm in someone's way, ma'am." "I know you are," Miss Agatha returned. "If Timothy Higgins--" Higgins threw open the door and found me with my finger on the bell. He wore Wilson's maroon and gold livery--he was the only man on the house force it would fit--and as he glared at me, he seemed to swell inside it. His long upper lip twitched over the words he dared not utter under the old lady's sharp regard, but he did growl: "I'm not deaf." From the day he had hired me on Eddie Hoyt's recommendation for a cubby in his basement flat and thirty dollars a month, he had re- gretted it. He had told me several times that I was "above my place" and now his look filled my stomach with qualms. I needed this humble her mouth or quenched the in her blue eyes. caught my eye and grinned, warm and vital. you, David," she said. ou are David, aren't you? You look alike in those uniforms. 1 know what that pious look POurs means. I remember quite you've warned me that this was going to pieces. And I would outlive me, didn't I?" cocked an eye at me, parrot- and as we half carried, half her along the hall, I felt looking at me again. Higgins the elevator still were upstairs. the bell. the street came the soured a protesting motor horn. I rang Miss Agatha clicked her sharply and announced: lived here forty years and never been a day that the get worse Who's on elevator?" 1 told her. gave again the little audible "Agatha," the girl cried and stared. she was important. The pomp- ass, Higgins, had squired the of her wheel chair between and car as though they royal progresses. the old lady sat and preened like a ruffled little hawk. was oddly alive for one whose Were useless. Time had worn not blunted her. Years had rpened her high-bridged nose and him brq her face but they had not shining on his full red face. He said refuge from the storm of destitu- tion that blew coldly through New York, and knowledge of my helpless- ness made me foolishly angry. Be- fore I could speak. Miss Agatha said: "Deaf! We began to think, Timo- thy, that you were dead. Or else--" Her sharp eyes prodded him and his uniformed bulk quailed. I saw that the aglet on his coat was loose and dangling. The noise of horns in the street grew louder. Miss Aga- tha said: "Warren, 1 think they want you to move that car. David and Timothy can get me upstairs quite nicely." The chauffeur went. Miss Agatha continued to look at Higgins. I heard ~tm breathe harder and saw sweat with stumbling eagerness: "Indeed I will, Miss Paget. The chair's broke! Dear, dear, ain't that too bad now? Maybe I can mend it for you. ma'am. I'll find time some. low. With Wilson sick and me taking his place on the day shift and a new man in the hall here, I'm fair drove. I am indeed, Miss Pa'g- at, with Wi]son's and me own work to do. That's why--" His voice died away under her severe regard and he buttoned hlsi gilt aglet into place with uncertain fingers. I wondered at his ill ease, and madness made me say: "That's why he's doubling brass." Caution cried out against the sor- ry jest. Higgins squinted at me. His ire rather than my wit pleased Miss Agatha. There were mirth wrinkles about her eyes as she looked up and said: "Timothy will hold this wreck, Da- vid, if you'll lift me onto the eleva- tor seat, please." "TII manage, Miss Paget, don't "It is wife is away, isn't she?" ~ie racket of the horn continued in Q Street. Miss Agatha said crisply: ~"Rtng that bell, David, till I tell 0U to stop." Above the distanl shrilling, I heard at last the old winch in the you have a moment's worry, ma'am," Higgins babbled. "You," Miss Agatha corrected, "will take that chair down cellar and dispose of it. If you were to spend more time in the basement or at the door, Timothy. and less on the fourth floor, I think mutters ~) I~. F. VAN Og ~N. N.U %ervtco would run much more smoothly for everyone." She humbled him. "Yes'm," he said meekly. Miss Agatha's crippled body was angular and very light against me as I bore her into the ear and lowered her to the black leather seat in its rear. The door slid shut on Higgins. Miss Agatha marked the parting glare he gave me. There was little that she actually missed. She said, more to herself than to me: "Mr. Toad, himself." I knew that Higgins would be wait- ing below to tell me--if he did not fire me outright--how lowly was my lot. The livery I wore, the mocking memory of ambition I had brought to New York, made me reckless and I reached up from servitude toward equality with my passenger. " 'She cried,' " I quoted, ' who is that handsome man?" They an- swered: "Mister Toad! Abashed by the silence behind me, I checked the car at the third floor and opened the door. I thought I heard a chuckle but when 1 turned about, Miss Agatha's face was grave and she took her latchkey from her purse. "If you'll open the door, David," she said and her words rebuffed my levity, "and then'carry me into the workroom--" I unlocked the door. As I again turned toward the elevator, I saw, across the shallow hall, the portal of the Ferriter apartment, white and reticent as an uncarved tombstone. I picked up Miss Agatha and bore her carefully into her apartment. The deep carpet of the hall hushed my footsteps and we appeared at the open door of a high-celled room so quietly that we alarmed the man and girl who stood by the desk in its center. Her face was lifted to his and I thought her hand had been on his arm, but they sprang apart be- fore I could be sure. "Agatha," the girl cried and stared. I had watched her pass through the foyer with a swinging, boyish stride, but she actually saw me now for the first time, and I was aware how miserably my in- herited uniform fitted. She was young and fair and she carried her lovely head with the alert vitality of a deer. "In person," Miss Paget replied dryly. "That chair by the table, if you please, David." The man had bent hastily over the desk. I disliked his plump sleek- ness, the bald spot on his crown, his waxed mustache, the hysterical flutter of the papers he sorted and arranged. The girl looked from my burden to him and 'then grinned shamelessly. "Just what is this?" she demand- ed as I set the old lady in the chair. "Understudying for Sappho, Aga- tha? Darling, you aren't hurt, are you?" "I am not," Miss Agatha replied, :and told of her chair's collapse. "That basement Don Juah," she concluded grimly. "I'll have a talk with him. And now will you find Annie and tell her to come here? I've had a rather trying afternoon." "Both of us, darling," the girl assured her and left the room. I turned to go. "One minute, David," Miss Aga- tha interposed. As I paused, the plump man at the desk lifted a pink face from his papers. His perpetu- ally arched eyebrows gave him the weakly haughty look of one about to sneeze. His voice was soft, and at the moment, nervous. "We're progressing, Miss Paget," he assured her uneasily, his hands still straying among the stacked pa- pers on the desk. "I'm going back to the genealogical society for an hour or so. Things are falling into shape. I've been hard at work." "So 1 noticed," the old lady told him. He looked at her uncertainly but her face was without expres- sion. "Tomorrow then, at the same time, Mr. Ferriter," she said. He bowed jerkily and walked with some stiffness from the room. His ears were red. As he opened the hall door, I heard the elevator bell, "Excuse me," I began, but she held up her hand, as Allegra re- entered. (TO BE CON7'INUED) FREDERIC By F. VAN DE WATER m[ SANS, A swanky apartment house in New York City, where young David Mallory is switch- board operator. m! PLOT, A murder is committed ;n one of the apartments. Though all exits are watched care- fully, the killer makes a seemingly impossible escape. Mallory teams up with elderly, amazing Miss Agatha Paget, and together they sift their evidence, whlch point unerringly at one man, resident of a nearby apartment. ;~Z SOtUV,ONz One that will keep you guessing to the last chapter. A dramatic finish adds even more excitement to this thrilling tale. BEGINS TODAY SERIALLY IN THIS PAPER ;E,C SCREI By VIRGINIA VALE {Released by Western Newspaper Union.} IT SEEMS that those year- old twins, Beverly and Barbara Quintanilla, are to play just one baby instead of two in Warner Brothers' "Four Mothers," and all be- cause William Keighley used his head. The script called for Pris- cilla Lane to be the mother of a one-year-old child. One of the laws that give directors gray hair is that an infant can't be kept under the lights for more than 20 minutes, and can't work more than two hours a day. So Keighley did some arithmetic and engaged twins for the role. He claims that the scheme has two ad- vantages-it doubles the shooting time, and though one baby isn't in the right mood at the big moment, her sister may be full of ambition. --~:~ -- Members of the company of "Vir- ginia" were sitting around on loca- tion, waiting for the shooting to start; off at one side, a young lady ii~Jiiii@i!!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!iiiii~ii Ni i iii . ===================================== .::~::,:::::~ ~. ::::::::::::::::::::::: .: :!:::~.~.:.::?.~ ~: '.~. .:~:~:::~:~:~: :! ~:!:~:~:~ :: '.~i. :~ ~:~.'.':~.'.'~.~ ~ ~i~ ~iii~i~i~i~i~i~i~i~?:~!i~i~!:' ': t?'~:: ~' ~: ~!:~:~:~. ' : MADELEINE CARROLL was crocheting. She seemed to be so expert that one of the extras, a local girl, asked if she'd teach her. The pretty crocheter was most af- fable about it; when the director, Edward H. Grifflth, called tl/e play- ers together at last the pupil thanked her. "By the way," she said, , "What's your name?" The crocheter replied "Call me Madeleine--Made- leine Carroll." ---~,~-- Maybe this is bribery--but Direc- tor Mitchell Lelsen has told Ray Mil- land and Claudette Colbert, co-stars of his picture, "Arise My Love," that if they complete their roles ahead of schedule he will buy each of them a tailored suit. Director Sam Wood also became clothes-conscious and sent little Betty Brewer two sweaters and a plaid skirt for being such a good girl when Claudette's husband, Dr. Joel J. Pressman, took her tonsils out. Not to be outdone by all this generosity, Claudette is working between scenes on a blanket which will be a gift for the Ray Mllland heir, little David Daniel. Paulette Goddard danced three numbers with Fred Astaire for scenes in Paramount's "Second Chorus" and set a record that prob- ably won't be broken In Hollywood for many years to come. Though she has never danced for films be- fore she did it so well that every dance photographed perfectly in one take, thanks to working like a dog at rehearsals. Frank Capra seeks realism in his pictures, When Gary Cooper had to protest a decision to a baseball um- pire in "Meet John Doe," Capra asked Pat Flaherty, former major league pitcher, what players usually say In such a case. "You've never seen it printed, have you?" asked Flaherty. Capra shook his head. "Then you wouldn't want to use it in the picture, would you?" So the protest will Just sound like an angry speech by Donald Duck. "The one, the only, the original Professor Quiz," who recently cele- brated his 200th consecutive week on the air, has been broadcasting for four years--during that time he's received almost 2,000,000letters, con- taining more than 12,000,000 ques- tions-and has paid out more than $25,000 in prize money. He's not superstitious, but he refuses to go on the air without the battered old felt hat from which the questions are selected at the broadcast--it was borrowed years ago from a station manager in Charlotte, N. C and is looked upon as the good luck charm of the show. Donna Woods' fine soprano voice was going to waste in a mediocre girl trio, and the Collegians were a male trio that wasn't getting the breaks, not so long ago. But when they joined talents and became the "Smarties" things began to happen --they auditioned successfully on a Boston station, won several shows, then Hoi~ace Hcidt heard them, hired them--and now they're known as "Domia and Her Don Juans," and fea;ured with the Mu ::Val Knights an the Pot o' Gold e, nd Treasure Chest programs. VWV Ruth Wyeth Spears I/I/I/I/I, IIil!t111 ~IRST, THEN STITCH I/I/lllll/lll/I]|lllil I~EA~.TURH RIGHT I/1t111/I/11111/11111111 l~:~i~kus~ ~ ~ ~O~RW'~" t B AGK,~OTTObl 2~ND BEHOLD this modern version of an old-time laundry bag. 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