anaheim-gazette 1931-12-03

FIFTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS Six people, Horace Johnson (who tells the story), his wife, old Mrs. Dane, Herbert Robinson and his sister, Alice, and Dr. Sperry, friends and neighbors, are in the habit of holding weekly meetings. At one of them, Mrs. Dane, who is hostess, varies the program by unexpectedly arranging a spiritualistic seance with Miss Jeremy, a friend of Dr. Sperry and not a professional, as the medium. At the first sitting the medium tells the details of a murder as it is occurring. Later that night Sperry learns that a neighbor, Arthur Wells, has been shot mysteriously. With Johnson he goes to the Wells residence and they find confirmation of the medium's account. Mrs. Wells tells them her husband shot himself in a fit of depression. The French maid admits she was out at the time Wells was shot, telephoning from a nearby drug store. Johnson goes to the drug store where the clerk tells him the maid phoned to the Ellingham house, telling somebody there not "to call that night." Johnson goes alone and investigates the deserted house. He is frightened by strange noises, as of an intruder in the house, but completes his investigation. He leaves the house and in his excitement carries off the fire tongs, leaving them in his own hall rack where his wife discovers them the next morning and reproaches him for his nocturnal wanderings. He also forgets to bring away his overcoat, which is carried off by the mysterious stranger. Mrs. Dale learns of his peculiar actions and charges him with possessing an unsuspected sense of humor. threads, drawn sufficiently taut to snap with any movement. He finished by placing her feet on the sheet of paper, and outlined their position there with a pencil line. The proceedings were saved from absurdity by what we all felt was the extreme gravity of the situation. There were present in the room Mrs. Dane, the Robinsons, Sperry, my wife and myself. Clara, Mrs. Dane's secretary, had begged off on the plea of nervousness from the earlier and physical portion of the seance, and was to remain outside in the hall until the trance commenced. Sperry objected to this, as movement in the circle during the trance had, in the first seance, induced fretful uneasiness in the medium. But Clara, appealed to, begged to be allowed to remain outside until she was required, and showed such unmistakable nervousness that we finally agreed. "Would a slight noise disturb her?" Mrs. Dane asked. Miss Jeremy thought not, if the circle remained unbroken, and Mrs. Dane considered. "Bring me my stick from the hall, Horace," she said. "And tell Clara I'll rap on the floor with it when I want her. I found a stick in the rack outside and brought it in. The lights were still o ninth the chandelier overhead, and as I gave the stick to Mrs. Dane I heard "What did he write?" "Ten o'clock." He wrote 'ten o'clock' and the waves came an away?" Yes." Horace," said my wife, ward, "why not ask her stock of mine? If it is go ought to sell, oughn't I?" Herbert eyed her with peration. "We are here to make a vestigation," he said. "If of the club will keep their what we are going, we m where. Now," he continued, to medium, "the man is de revolver is beside him. Did self?" No. He attacked her with the letters." And she shot him?" "I can't tell you that." Try very hard. It is "I don't know," was the She may have. She hated know. She says she did." She says he killed him. But there wa no reply though Herbert repeated times. Instead, the voice of the gan to recite a verse of po sentimental bit of trash. It ing, under the circumsta Now Go On With The Story Our inspection of the curtains was hurried, but finally we found what we were looking for. In the lining of one of the curtains, near the bottom, a long, ragged cut had been made. "Cut in a hurry, with curved scissors," was Sperry's comment. "Probably manicure scissors." The result was a sort of pocket in the curtain, concealed on the chintz side, which was the side which would hang toward the room. "Probably," he said, "the curtain would have been better. It would have stayed anyhow. Whereas the bag—He was flushed with triumph. 'How in the world would Hawkins know that' he demanded. 'You can talk all you like. She's told us things that no one ever told her.'" "We'll have a go at the floors under the carpets now," he said. The dressing-room had a large rug, like the nursery above it, turning back the carpet was a simple matter. There had been a stain beneath where the dead man's head had lain, but it had been scrubbed and scraped away. The boards were white for an area of a square foot or so. Sperry eyed the spot with indifference. "Not essential," he said. "Shows good housekeeping. That's all. The point is, are there other spots?" And, after a time, we found what we were after. The upper hall was carpeted, and my penkwife came into requisition to lift the tacks. They came up rather easily, as if but recently put in. That, indeed, proved to be the case. Just outside the dressing-room door the boards for an area of two square feet or more beneath the carpet held her on the floor and Clara came in. Mrs. Dane told her to switch on the lights. Miss Jeremy had dropped in her chair until the silk her. I found a stick in the rack outside and brought it in. The lights were still on ninth the chandelier overhead, and as I gave the stick to Mrs. Dane I heard times. Instead, the voice of the gan to recite a verse of po sentimental bit of trash. It ing, under the circumsta Robinson bound the medium to her chair and traced her feet on a s paper. Sperry speaking sharply behind me. "Where did you get that stick?" he demanded. "In the holl. I——" "I never saw it before," said Mrs. Dane. "Perhaps it is Herbert's" But I caught Sperry's eye. We had both recognized it. It was Arthur Well's, the one which Sperry had taken from his room, and which, in turn, had been taken from Sperry's library. Sperry was watching me with a sort of cynical amusement. "You're an absent-minded beggar, Horace," he said. "You didn't, by any chance, stop here on your way back from my place the other night, did you?" "I did. But I didn't bring that thing." "Look here, Horace," he said, more gently, "you come in and see me some day soon. You're not as fit as you ought to be." I confess to a sort of helpless indignation that was far from the composure the occasion required. But the others, I believe, were fully convinced that no the stick into Mrs. Dane's house, a human agency had operated to bring that might occur. belief that prepared them for anything A number of things occurred almost as soon as the lights were out. Then, suddenly, a bell that Sperry had placed on the stand beyond the black curtain commenced to ring. Quite without warning, immediately after, my chair twisted under me. Finally Mrs. Dane rapped on the floor and Clara came in. Mrs. Dane told her to switch on the lights. Miss Jeremy had dropped in her chair until the silk her. "Do you know where are?" "Hawkins has them." "They were not hidden tain?" This was Sperry. "No. The police might the room." "Where were these let There was no direct re but instead: He found them when ing for his razorstrop." The top of a closet. His there, too. He went back wa terrible." There was a profound lowed by a slight exclai Sperry as he leaped to screen at the end of the cut off the light from C was toppling. The next S and we saw Clara sprawl table, in a dead faint. In this the final chapter cord of these seances, I possible, the events of th ing the third sitting. I sha mystery of Arthur Well I shall give the solution to the Neighborhood Club strange communications f um, Miss Jeremy, now S On Tuesday morning after an uneasy night. I things, knew them defi clear light of morning. The letters that Arthur W that was one thing. I Eillingham's stick to Mrs. that was another. I had placed it on the t not touched it again. but those were huma Sperry eyed the spot with indifference. "Not essential," he said. "Shows good housekeeping. That's all. The point is, are there other spots?" And, after a time, we found what we were after. The upper hall was carpeted, and my pennknife came into requisition to lift the tacks. They came up rather easily, as if but recently put in. That, indeed, proved to be the case. Just outside the dressing-room door the boards for an area of two square feet or more beneath the carpet had been scraped and scrubbed. With the lifting of the carpet came, too, a strong odor, as of ammonia. But the stain of blood had absolutely disappeared. Sperry, kneeling on the floor with the candle held close, examined the wood. "Not only scrubbed," he said, "but scraped down, probably with a floor-scraper. It's pretty clear, Horace. The poor devil fell here. There was a struggle, and he went down. He lay there for a while, too, until some plan was thought out. A man does not usually kill himself in a hallway. It's a sort of solitary deed. He fell here, and was dragged into the room. The angle of the bullet in the ceiling would probably show it came from here, too, and went through the doorway." It was getting on, so I suggested we give up further searching. We reached Mrs. Dane's to find that Miss Jeremy had already arrived, looking rather pale, as I had noticed she always did before a seance. Her color had faded, and her eyes seemed sunken in her head. "Not ill, are you?" Sperry asked her as he took her hand. "Not at all. But I am anxious. I always am. These things do not come for the calling." "This is the last time. You have promised." "Yes. The last time." For our last seance, Herbert Robinson, who had been reading up psychic literature, said he had arranged things to convince us all of the genuineness of any phenomena that might appear. Herbert placed Miss Jeremy in her chair, and proceeded to wrap her chair and all, in a strong network of fine the stick into Mrs. Dane's house, a human agency had operated to bring that might occur. belief that prepared them for anything A number of things occurred almost as soon as the lights were out. Then, suddenly, a bell that Sperry had placed on the stand beyond the black curtain commenced to ring. Quite without warning, immediately after, my chair twisted under me. Finally Mrs. Dane rapped on the floor and Clara came in. Mrs. Dane told her to switch on the lights. Miss Jeremy had dropped in her chair until the silk across her chest was held taut, but none of the threads were broken and her evening slippers still fitted into the outline on the paper beneath them. Without getting up, Sperry reached to the stand behind Miss Jeremy, and brought into view a piece of sculptor's clay he had placed there. The handle of the bell was now jammed into the mass. "Now," Herbert said, addressing the medium, "we want you to go back to the house where you saw the dead man on the floor. You know his name, don't you?" Thero was a pause. "Yes. of course I do. A. L. Wells." Arthur had been known to most of us by his Christian name, but the initials were correct. "How do you know it is an L?" "On letters," was the laconic answer. Then: "Letters, letters, who has the letters?" "Do you know whose cane this is?" "Yes." Up to that time the replies had come easily and quickly. But beginning with the cane question, the medium was in difficulties. She moved uneasily, and spoke irritably. The replies were slow and grudging. Foreign subjects were introduced, as now. "Horace's wife certainly bullies him," said the voice. "He's afraid of her. And the fire-tongs—the fire-tongs!" "Whose cane is this?" Herbert repeated. "Mr. Ellingham's." This created a profound sensation. "How do you know that?" "He carried it at the seashore. He wrote in the sand with it." "What did he write?" "Ten o'clock." "He wrote 'ten o'clock' in the sand, and the waves came and washed it away?" "Yes." "Horace," said my wife, leaning forward, "why not ask her about that stock of mine? If it is going down, I ought to sell, oughn't I?" Herbert ayed her with some exasperation. "We are here to make a serious investigation," he said. "If the members of the club will keep their attention on what we are going, we may get somewhere." "Now," he continued, turning to the medium, "the man is dead, and the revolver is beside him. Did he kill himself?" "No. He attacked her when he found the letters." "And she shot him?" "I can't tell you that." "Try very hard. It is important." "I don't know," was the fretful reply. She may have. She hated him. I don't know. She says she did." "She says he killed him?" But there wa no reply to this, although Herbert repeated it several times. Instead, the voice of the "control" began to recite a verse of poetry—a cheap sentimental bit of trash. It was maddening, under the circumstances. Attacks Edison's Will William L. Edison has started proceedings to break the last will of the famous inventor. He is a son by Edison's first wife. On the Sidewalks of New York By OBSERVER NEW YORK'S STREET CARS— This time of the year, when the wind blows cold, one can still see many "summer cars" in the big city. Thirty years ago one could see the same cars in any city of the country but New York is almost the only one where they still are being used. They are the kind with a wide footboard running the full length of the car, on which the conductor clambers back and forth and collects fares. There's no protection from the weather, except for curtains that are supposed to be let down in the rain. They are rarely used and most of them would probably crack if let down. But the main point is that they keep on running after the first frost. It takes hardy folks to enjoy a ride on them then. VERY LATEST by MARY MARSHALL Nothing could be simpler than this little play apron that is designed like an old fashioned workman's apron with a tape to hold it over the head and tapes at either side to tie it securely in place. It can be made of cretonne, of figured print, of unbleached muslin. It can be bound around the edges with tape—red, if it is made of unbleached muslin, of the color of the figure if it is made of a print. Any apron will do, of course. For the important thing about this one is the little pocket—big for a pocket—to hold some sort of plaything. The apron can be devised as a painting apron, and then will serve the double purpose of keeping the frock Instead, the voice of the "control" began to recite a verse of poetry—a cheap sentimental bit of trash. It was maddening, under the circumstances. "Do you know where the letter care?" "Hawkins has them." "They were not hidden in the curtain?" This was Sperry. "No. The police might have searched the room." "Where were these letters?" There was no direct reply to this. But instead: "He found them when he was looking for his razorstrop. They were in the top of a closet. His revolver was there, too. He went back and got it. It was terrible." There was a profound silence, followed by a slight exclamation from Sperry as he leaped to his feet. The screen at the end of the room, which cut off the light from Clara's candle, was toppling. The next instant it fell, and we saw Clara sprawled over her table, in a dead faint. In this final chapter of the record of these seances, I shall give, as possible, the events of the day following the third sitting. I shall explain the mystery of Arthur Wells's death, and I shall give the solution arrived at by the Neighborhood Club as to the strange communications from the medium, Miss Jeremy, now Sperry's wife. On Tuesday morning I awakened after an uneasy night. I knew certain things, knew them definitely in the clear light of morning. Hawkins had the letters that Arthur Wells had found; that was one thing. I had not taken Ellingham's stick to Mrs. Dane's house; that was another. I had not done it. I had placed it on the table and had not touched it again. There's no protection from the weather, except for curtains that are supposed to be let down in the rain. They are rarely used and most of them would probably crack if let down. But the main point is that they keep on running after the first frost. It takes hardy folks to enjoy a ride on them then. PARK AVENUE SLIPPING— Real estate in New York is a gambling proposition as a general thing, although property rarely loses its value except in hard times. One can never tell when a neighborhood will change. Fifty years ago Fourteenth Street was the swagger shopping place. Then it began to edge uptown and since then has gone north about a mile every ten years. It has finally verged on Central Park and it is unlikely to pass that barrier. Years ago Fifth Avenue was the ultra fashionable street. It still is, for those able to afford a residence alongside Central Park, but below that it is strictly a business street. The fashionables had to move to Park (Fourth) Avenue. For ten years that was the swagger street. A couple of years ago the society folk of the town suddenly struck on a new idea. They bought the slum property along the East River and have erected enormous apartment buildings there where plenty of homes cost $25,000 a year for rent alone. That is where nearly all the descendants of the original "400" are living now. THEATRICAL RIVALBY— One of the big producers of girl shows here recently figured out a scheme to get publicity for his really pretty stage people. To emphasize their youth, he gave a dinner for the girls' mothers. A lot of pictures got into the papers and the theatre magnate was feeling rather well satisfied with life until a rival producer gave a dinner to his girls' grandmothers. He had seventy-five of them present and the seat of honor was given to the lone greatgrandmother who horned in on the party. Such things show the outsider that competition here is kebner than anywhere else on earth. ONE-MAN CARS— Only a few of the surface lines use more than one man on their cars. The motorman collects your fares as you clamber aboard, holding up the car while he does so. Then you take your seat and the car proceeds. The cars here are slower than in any city in the country, but nobody seems to mind. The fare is the lowest in America, five cents for any distance. If a long blockade occurs beneath it clean and holding the painting equipment. The pocket may be square or oblong, and it may be stitched into several compartments—one for the paintbox, another for pencils and brushes. Or it can be an apron devised for the small sculptor. That waxy kind of modelling clay that children love to work with can be packed, in its box, into the pocket; and the little knives or spatulas they work it with can be put in it, too. Or a sewing apron, in which event a little folding sewing case may be tucked into the pocket—a case containing needles and pins and little reels of thread. With scissors in a little stitched compartment at the side, attached by a tape so they won't get lost. Deer Hunters Get 25,805 This Season Deer taken during the past hunting season totalled 25,805, according to figures tabulated by the bureau of refuges of the State Division of Fish and Game. This shows an increase of 1673 more than were taken during the season of 1930. Counties in which more than one thousand deer were killed include Men- H. V. WEISEL ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Civil and Probate Matters Only PHONE 2237 or 2238 607 Bank of America Bldg. Anahlm, Calif. New High Record for Summer Tourists An average of 2.29 California-bound automobile tourists swarmed across the state borders every minute during the last six months. Nearly 100,000 tourists entered California every month, establishing a new record of 591,207 tourists arriving during the summer season. This is an increase of 67,384 over the tourists that "checked in" at the border quarantine stations since the same period last year, a net gain of 11,230 perons each month, despite the so-called economic depression, according to a report by A. C. Fleury, chief of the division of quarantine administration. Representing virtually every state in the Union, these tourists swarmed into California at the rate of 98,536 monthly, 3,284 every day, 137 persons per hour and 2.29 persons each minute. The volume of tourist travel exceeded the 1930 mark for each month, and was a factor in keeping California's economic record as one of the best in the nation, it was stated. The report covers only auto tourists and does not include the hundreds of persons arriving every month by train or plane. ONE-MAN CARS— Only a few of the surface lines use more than one man on their cars. The motorman collects your fares as you clamber aboard, holding up the car while he does so. Then you take your seat and the car proceeds. The cars here are slower than in any city in the country, but nobody seems to mind. The fare is the lowest in America, five cents for any distance. If a long blockade occurs the passengers keep their noses buried in their papers and wait patiently for the car to start up again. As a sample of the running time the Broadway line can be cited. It is five miles from the Battery to Central Park and the schedule calls for a one-way trip in forty-five minutes. That's just nine minutes to a mile. It has one advantage. It's perhaps the best way of all to see New York. A NEW WOMAN'S WRINKLE— Beauty shops, which are supposed to remove wrinkles, have actually started a new one this year. Some of the more swagger places found difficult to handle women forced to wait their turn, so they installed card tables and other games and now one can find the reception rooms crowded at all hours. 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