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By Herriman
The Dingbat Family
Art and Shaving Mugs Don’t Mix
Copyright, 1013. National News Aasoclutiou.
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By Tom McNamara
The Marvelous One Gets In Bad
Copyright, 1013. National News Association.
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Better Than Sherlock
Holmes at His Best
* CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES *
A Detective Story of Thrilling
Interest, Love and Mystery
By T. W. HANSHAW
Hum-m-m! 1 kpp. 1 see! Certainly
there is a suggestion of a possible
connection, but still . . Mr. Nar-
kom!"
"Yes, old chap?"
"Any marks on the bodies of the
victims? Or weren’t you able to find
out?”
"Oh. 1 inquired, of course. But
there seems to have been no distinc
tive mark which could serve as a pos
sible connection. The men did not
all die in the same way. Two were
found drowned, a third was run
down by a motor ami accidentally
killed, and a fourth was stabbed in
a street brawl—that was the Liver
pool chap. The other five died in
their beds and apparently from nat
ural causes—although all were smit
ten suddenly and death followed with
great speed."
“I See. Nine of Them.'’
Andrew Murchison, tailor, age fifty-
six; Guy Hadlow. musician, age fifty-
nine; Arthur Lavigne, actor, age for
ty-nine; Joseph Stringer, draper’s
clerk, age fifty-one’—Hum-m-m! Ap
pear all of them to have been getting
along in years, 1 see. ‘Walter Mason,
architect, age flfty-five; Philip Wes-
terton, author, age seventy; Sir Gor-
rell James, baronet. Judge of the
High—Scotland! Not the great Gor-
rell James, was it? Oold ‘Do-your-
duty-James' as he used to be called
when he was on the circuit?”
"Yea—the same man. You may
recollect that he w r as seized with a
fainting fit at his club some eight or
ten months ago and was carried home
unconscious. He died the next morn
ing. l learned from the butler that
the green 317 had been noticed on the
doorstep a week or so before. It was
Sir Gorrell’s sister w T ho identified
Vera Viadlroski when she found her
in Lady Jennifer’s service. You re-
Cleek?”
member the Judge then, do you.
"Rather! 1 rubbed elbows with him
many a time in the old days; though
1 dare say he wouldn’t have thought
it an honor. "Old Flintskin’ we of
the underworld used to call him—as
hard as flint on all evil-doers and
afraid of nothing that walked or
breathed. 1 was in the crowd on that
memorable day of tyenty years ago
when he did his duty in the face of a
thousand threats and curses and
never turned a hair when he acme
out of court and faced hundreds of
yelling demons who were thirsting
for the blood of him." .
"Mean the time of the big riot, don’t
you, after he'd sentenced those two
Fenian leaders to death for endeavor
ing to blow up the palace while her
late Majesty was in evidence? Gad!
that was a time! He got his title for
the stand he took then"
Stuck to His Guns
guards without caring for the wives
they widowed or the children they
orphaned. That's not patriotism;
that’s cowardly murder; and murder
ers who are found guilty In my court
shall hang, so help me God!’ A stren
uous time that, Mr. Narkom; but he
stood his ground like a hero and
never flinched, though many a flung
stone struck him and his face was cut
and bleeding in a dozen places. The
timely arrival of the police saved him
from death that day If ever It saved
any man. If the constables had been
one minute later the mob would have
had him down and hundreds of boot
heels would have been stamping the
life out of him. And after weathering
all that he was doomed to die twenty
years later by the hai^d of a sneaking
criminal in a common, low-down stab-
in-the-baok game which has anarchy
and green grocers, tailors and a Rus
sian girl mixed up in the vulgar tan
gle of It! Sic transit gloria Mundi!
'Imperial Caesar, dead and turned to
•clay, might stop a hole to keep the
wind away!’”
His yoke dropped off; he took his
elbow in his palm and his chin be
tween his thumb and forefinger and
stood looking, with fixed eyes and
puckered brows, at the far end of the
summer house, and for a time made
neither movement nor sound. So he
was still standing when, a little later,
Lady Jennifer came hurrying down
the path and, catching sight of Mr,
Narkom, stepped in and joined him.
Is This Mr. Headland?
"Is this he?—is this the Mr. Head
land of whom you spoke?" she asked
agitatedly; and, scarcely waiting to
be introduced, walked over to Cleek
and laid an Imploring hand upon his
sleeve. "Oh, Mr. Headland, come to
my rescue—save my son!” she ap
pealed, distractedly. "Mr. Narkom
tells me you are wise, you are clever,
you are wonderful. Oh, put all your
thought and heart and strength into
this dear task and save my boy for
me before it Is too late! If they kill
him, those Nihilists; if that girl gets
to him in spite of the guard Mr.
Narkom has kindly placed over his
door—”
“Calm yourself, Lady Jennifer." in
terrupted Cleek, gently. “You can rely
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them by so much as a word or a
movement. He bided his time in si
lence and was by no means surprised
when of a sudden, Cleek spoke again.
"But why green chalk?" he said,
as iX asking the question of somebody
or something hidden in the top of the
summer house. "Why not red?
That's the point! Red is the color of
Anarchy—why not that- And why
any mark of any color? Your Nihilist
doesn’t do business in that manner as
a general thing. He usually strikes
first and gives the sign afterward.
And 31"—why, in particular, 317?
And why green chalk? Stop a bit!
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday . . .
Hum-m-m! I should say not; deci
dedly I should say not. How about
A. B. C.? Pah! Bad job, bad job!
Too plain, too silly and—too short;
yes, a deal too short. Well. then.
January, February, March . . . .
"You should have seen him stick to
his guns when those fanatics crowd
ed round him yelling. 'They’re not
murderers, they're patirots and ye lie
when ye say they’re not.' Patriotism
dies when cowardice begins,’ he flung
back at them. ‘They struck not only
at a Queen, but at a woman and a
mother, and they killed two innocent
'Hum-m-m' I see. Nine of them,
eh? Of course you made a list of the
names? I thought so. Let's have a
look at it. Thanks very much. James
Martin, bookkeeper, age fifty-two;
John Wilson, green grocer, age sUty;
To Be Continued Monday,
N Y-
BKLYN
Polly an
d Her Pals
Pa Does a Kind Act, Yes, Indeed
Registered United States Patent Office
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