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—sl'\"my- JULY 20, 1952
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A 5 Alias Basil Willing
Zoi (1K By Helen McCloy
) ; “U“\\ Copyright 1951 by Melen McCloy Dresser, printed through permission of the publisher,
% BAY I mundom House, Inc. Distibuted by NEA Service, I,
{E STORY: Jack Duggan, a
L .ute detective, was murdered
. masquerading under Basil
\ a’s name, and Miss Kath
‘ . Shaw who may have em
: d Duggan, dies under mys
¢ s circumstances the same
p ne. They were both guests
» home of Dr. Zimmer along
S a number of others, all of
. ~m seem to be involved in the
P Basil Willing calls on Char
|- ‘e Dean, Miss Shaw’s secretary,
¢+ they find a slip of paper hid
g-n in a book by Miss Shaw, who
was blind, The note, apparently
. receipt, contained some unde
cipherable figures,
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the windows of Rosamund
v, e's bedroom looked west SO
ihat the sun would not reach them
until noon. ‘
nosamund sipped tea and
looked idly at the pile of.letters.
«cuch a bore” she thought. “I
oucht to have a secretary.”
ills, advertisements and ap
no-le for charity Rosamund tossed
ile. Such matters she left en
v to Theron Yorke. The last
+ or was from Greta Mann.
It read:
“Dear Rosamund,
«\vax and I are both eager to
cume our series ofedinners for
¢ patients and their families.
[.x feels strongly that it would
ow lack of faith in each other
we discontinued these dinners
nanently because of the man,
an. After all, he was a
ser to all of us, a stranger
‘ must have wandered into the ]
house that evening by some unac
ble mistake. Max is con
| Duggan had been given
y n elsewhere before he ever
rached our house and I am sure
and 'Thereon will agree,
ing our other guests as you
psychologically, the effect on
\ and other patients would be
( trous if we stopped dining to
scther because of something un
plcasant that happened to an out
cder. Tt would be a.sort of run
ning away from reality. So . . .
v:e do hope that you and Thereon
will agree with all this and that
we shall have the pleasure of
ceeing you here at dinner mnext
Friday, April 15, about seven
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2osamund reached for a bed
cice telephone and dialed a num-
Dr. Zimmer, please, Mrs.
Vorke ealling.” While she waited,
che lit a cigaret, “Max! I got Gre
ta's invitation this morning. Do
you really think .. .2”
“It's the only sensible course.”
What wirility there was in that
vibrant baritone! “Will Thereon
come?”
“I think so, but . .~. We've both
heard some queer gossip about
Katherine Shaw’s death.”
“Gossip?” :
“What’s his name — Duggan —
was poisoned with codeine. He
was a private detective apparently
employed by Katherine Shaw. Her
doctor had prescribed codeine for
her every night to make her sleep.
She and Duggan died the same
night — after meeting at your
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house. It's the sort of coincidence
that makes people talk.”
“People talk too much. You
know that Katherine Shaw was a
chronic invalid, teetering on the
edge of the grave for months. As
for Duggan, he could have taken
codeine pills in mistake for soda
mints before he ever left his
house, You may tell Thereon that
I'm inviting the Lawrences and
the Cannings as well. And Brins
ley Shaw and Miss Dean.”
“You are?” Rosamund did not
look like the same woman who
had sipped her tea so languidly 15
minutes ago. Racing blood brought
a fugitive rose to her transparent
skin and her eyes were two danc
ing, blue sparks. “Max, you are
a remarkable man!”
“I told you I was!” His tone was
intimate, almost impudent.
“I suppose your real motive is
the effect on public opinion. It
would be bad for your practice if
ghe' dinners stopped now, wouldn’t
$r
“It would. be bad for every
one.” There was a new firmness
in Zimmer's voice. “I'm counting
on you, Rosamund. And Thereon.
Goodby.”
“Goodby.” She put down the
telephone and lay back on her
pillows, smiling at nothing.
* % *
Charlotte Dean had scarcely
seated herself at breakfast when
she heard Brinsley Shaw’s light
step on the stair. “Good morning,
Miss Dean! What a splendid,
spring day! And honey-dew is just
the think to start it with.”
Brinsley glanced through his
letters while he ate his melon.
Brinsley lit a cigaret with his cof
fee and grinned at Charlotte.
“Aunt Kay wouldn’t have liked
the cigaret. Do you mind?”
“Not at all, Mr. Shaw.” It was
unlike Brinsley to be consider
ate.
Charlotte wondered what he
would have said if she had an
swered that she did mind ciga
rets, He was watching her face
through the smoke of his cigaret
and something in his eyes made
her thankful that she hadn’t put
his civility to the test.
“What are you going to do with
yourself now, Miss Dean?” he
asked. “You're a woman of sub
stance, you know. Will you mar
ry?n
She overlooked the imperti
nence.
“I'm too old to adapt myself to
such a change. I shall go to a ho
tel until I can find a comfortable
apartment. That is, as soon as the
estate is settled.”
“Pity we didn’t both get this
money when we were young
enough to enjoy it.”
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Charlotte tried to change the
subject. “What will you do, Mr.
Shaw?”
“Travel, Once I get rid of this
house and all the junk in it.
Would you like these Hepplewhite
chairs for your apartment?”
“Of course I would.” Charlotte
felt it her duty to add, “Have you
any idea how valuable they are?”
“Sure. But I don’t heed the
money and I don’t want them.
They remind me of ...” He
stopped abruptly. ¢
“Yes, Mr. Shaw?”
“Of Aunt Kay’s last illness.”
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YOUNG PILOT, Rodney Coston, 19, gets quick brush-off from
wife before starting regular airline run.
Youngest Airline Pilot In Nation
Is Veteran Flyer With 2,000 Hours
By JIM THOMAS
AP Newsfeatures
SAN FRANCISCO—‘Doin’ what
comes naturally” has paid off
handsomely for “Sonny, the junior
bridman” of Pan-American Air
ways. In real life he is Rodney
Coston, 19-year-old Arkansas aer
ial whizz-kid and the world’s
youngest major airline pilot.
Even in the young man’s field
of aviation, Rodney is young for
the job he holds as second officer
on a Pan-America Clipper flying
the San Francisco to Manila route.
He's a veteran with more than
2,000 hours of logged time in the
air to his credit, and with probadly
close to that much more time un
logged because he was too young
to hold a license.
Came Up Hard Way
What's more, he’'s a pilot who
has come up the hard way, flying
all sorts of light planes, and doing
aerial odd jobs, including hopped
up crop-dusters, without ever hav
ing an accident. Rod’s eareer as a
flier started when he was 12 in
Malvern, Ark.
The “sonny,” and “junior brid
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man” tags were hung on second
officer Coston when he made his
first flight across the Pacific. As
he wag preparing to board the
plane at Honolulu, a stewardess,
looking down from her superior
age of 23, greeted him: *“Hello,
Sonny. How’s our junior brid
man?" -~
“I expect to wait a long time
until I get to be a first officer or
command a Clipper.” Costom said.
“But I didn’t expect to be “Jun
ior” to all the stewardesses on the
airline.” s
Absorbed With Aviation
Rodney’s absorption and interest
in aviation became apparent back
in Malvern at the family dinner
table. So when he was reported
missing from school, his mother,
1 Mrs. Elbert Coston, simply called
the local ah'fiort. Rodney, of course
was there, having skipped school
to wash airplanes and help around
the hangars.
One day when Rodney was 13
the manager of the local airport
called him into the office. “You've
been hanging around here a lot,”
he said. “It’s time you dug in and
made yourself useful.” He reached
into a drawer and handed the boy
a pair of white C€overalls. Rod’s
career was made and so was his
hero. Now at the nature age of 19
he staunchly maintains that the
airport manager, Gura Lashlee,
is the greastest aviation instructor
who ever lived.
But then he was still 13 and
couldn’t get a license for another
four years. So the white coveralls
were put to work cleaning planes,
handing tools to mechancis and
doing all sortg of handy jobs—in
addition to spending every pos
sible minute in a cookpit, either
on the ground or in the air,
Fell In Love
Meantime the young airman
went to high school, earned letters
in basketball and wrestling and |
fell in love with a girl he met in
the freshman play.
Mrs. Coston resigned herself to
her son’s flying, but the father,
who had never been in a plane,
held steadfastly against the “whole
foolish business.”
But on his 17th birthday, when
Rodney “checked out” for his li
cense at the airport, both mother
and father were on hand to see
him. Mrs, Coston took the first ride
with her son as a licensed pilot
and the boy’s father took the se
cond flight, after extracting a pro
mise “to fly low and slow.”
Crop-Dusting Job
For the next year the most fam
iliar phase in the language to Rod
ney was, “Sorry, son. You're too l
young.” Finally he landed a job
flying a crop-dusting plane. He
spent up to 10 hours a day in the
cockpit over the Arkansas cotton
fields.
Meantime, the freshman-lay ro- l
mance had continued to blossom
and Rodney decided when he was
19 it was time to get married,
which brought on a family crisis
only second to his determination
to be a flier. Finally, after he had
threatened to ioin the paratroops,
the parents again gave in and
last September, Doris Jean Par
rish became Mrs. Rodney Coston.
Another round of job-hunting
finally ended last March, when
Rodney went to work for Pan-
American and started the com
pany’s exhaustive training course
‘in South San Francisco. Finally,
after obtaining a waiver fro#i the
Civil Aeronautics Board, the “jun
ior birdman” was a fully accredit
ed second officer and regularly
scheduled on the cross-Pacific
flights, l
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Sufficient parking space to ac
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available at Delaware Park race
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Dom DiMaggio is the only play;zr
on the Red Sox remaining from
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What The
People Say
DEPLORES TRUCK TRAFFIC
ON MILLEDGE AVENUE
Editor Banner-Herald:
As I sit on the porch this hot
summer night, I wonder how the
general public feels about trucks.
Do they never notice them or do
s 0 many pass by day and night
that they long to have them NOT
ROLL in residentials areas?
For instance,, take Milledge
Avenuye, the oldest street in Ath
ens composed entirely of homes to
Five Points. Some years ago the
Federal government resurfaced it |
and in so doing not only covered
the old street car tracks but made
it a Federal highway. This paved i
the way for mammouth trucks
which roar in increasing numbers ‘
round the clock. There are all
types, carrying various loads and
the heavier they are the louder
the groans. But I believe the prize
goes to the oil burners belching
black smoke from their stacks, as
they apply screeching, whistling
air brakes.
I interviewed several truckers
to get their reaction about passing
.| through: Athens 'and got the fol
lowing answers:
1. “Georgia is about the only
state I drive through from Maine
to Florida that does not have by
passes. 1 like them.”
2. “By-passes ‘would be the ans
wer to every trucker’s dream if
they were well planned. I think
maybe the noise would be the
most objectionable feature for res
idents.”
3. “I never stop in Athens ex
cept for coffce, Few spots a truck
can stop in a city and many have
regulations against it.”
4. “I object to the two traffic
lights on Broad at the negro thea
tre and Milledge. When heavily
loaded, it is hard to start my truck
again on a grade. I think Athens
has so many hills. I do not like
hills,” -
5. “I feel a by-pass, if it cuts the
time of travel in not being too
long, would be an asset. I find a
truck route, when a good one,
draws as many pleasure cars as
trucks.”
Tonight a total stranger called
me. She has just bought a home
and moved here. Now the trucks
are so disturbing on Milledge
Avenue that she is utterly discour
aged about future plans. She can
not sleep at night. Does such a
condition attract new people to
our city?
With the comring of fall and the
PAGE NINE
g/{nning of the new high school off
illedge Avenue, we will '&n an
influx of children on on
bicycles and in cars,
Sororities and fraternities open
for the University season also and
rushing begins. Their homes on
Milledge Avenue are focal points
for college life. Add to this, foot=
ball traftic from out of town.
St. Mary's Hospital cares for
many sick patients and mu wl~
iting is done in their Mci ge
Avenue institution. f
Does not all of this, with the
usual quota of civilian traffic,
seem more than enough, without
endangering the already heavily
travelled avenue with cumbersome
trucks? Are they not just a men
ace and a safety hazard?
A petition went to the Mayor
with many signatures. He in turn
approached the State officials,
They were interested but all ef
forts bogged down when Federal
authorities were contacted.
The crying need of Athens is an
adequate overall plan designed
not by pcliticians, surveyors, or
engineers, but by a skilled, highly
experienced and professionally
educated city planner,
Let’s find the answer before it
is too late and some child’s life,
‘when it is tragiclly snuffed out,
pays the price.
MOSELLE S. WESTON.
Athens, Ga., July 20, 1952.