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Whispers CHAPTER IX—Continued. —l2 As I pondered over It I decided that my chance meeting with Barbara Brad ford In the pork hnd upset the plana of a blackmailing band, and that they were avenging themselves on me for my unwitting part. I was certain that Wick and Lefty Moore’s wife were In connivance with them, and that the gang possibly Included Claire Brad ford’s ex-husband. Wick had a pass key that enabled him to enter the Lu tan apartment. Undoubtedly he conld also enter mine as well. But Wick could have nothing to do with the planting of the revolver In my rooms. I was positive about that. He had not been out of my sight for a single moment from the time that we had dis covered the body. The only way that It seemed possible to Involve him In that was on the theory of a prear-' ranged plot to make me appear the murderer. Was It possible that Claire Bradford had participated In this? I knew she had been In my rooms after the murder. It must have been she who put the revolver there. One of the detectives who had ar rested me appeared at my cell door. •‘Come along,” he commanded gruffly. As I caine out I was again shackled and led to the patrol wagon that was waiting. I had supposed that I was being taken to court to be arraigned, but such was not the case. I found myself at police headquarters, where both my photograph and my finger prints were taken. I refrained from giving any Information about myself, beyond giving my name and age, be ing careful to have my name recorded as John S. Nelson. Out In my home town everybody for years had known me by my middle name “Spaulding,” and I was hopeful that they might fall to Identify me If they read any thing about me. When everything that might serve to Identify me had been recorded, I was taken Into a large room where perhaps half a hundred men were assembled, most of them wearing masks. I looked •bout with curiosity. I hnd read of this ceremony. I was being “lined up” before the members of the city’s detec tive force to see If any of them could Identify me and to give them an oppor tunity to familiarize themselves with my features lu case It should ever be necessary to arrest me again. “Never saw him before,” I heard one of them say. “Guess he must be a western crook.” “He’s no amateur,” suid another. •That Job up at the Granddcck was doue by a professional.’’ Many slighting comments were made, too, on my personal appearance. I learned for the first time that I bad a “bad ear,” and that my eyes were shifty. The only emotion these com ments aroused In me was a feeling of pity, not for myself but for all poor unfortunates who fall afoul of the law. Even though a man is presumed to be Innocent until he has been con victed I hnd observed that since the first moment of my arrest everybody had taken It for granted that I must be guilty and had treated me with little respect or consideration. From headquarters I was taken to the police court and without further delay brought before a magistrate. “John S. Nelson, arrested for the murder of Daisy Lutan,” said the de tective. “Have you counsel?” asked the mag istrate. “No,” I replied. “I will assign Mr. Myers as the pris oner’s counsel,” he announced. A young chap, evidently Just out of law school, stepped forward, and drew me a little to one side. “Plead ’Not guilty,’ ” he directed, "■and be careful to say nothing more.” “Of course,” I replied. "I’m not guilty. I had nothing to do with It.” I could see by Ids face that he did not believe me and as 1 turned aguiu to the court I made up my mind that even If the court had assigned him as my counsel I would tell him noth ing. “How do you plead?" asked the court. -Not guilty,” I replied. “Remanded without ball for further examination until Thursday morning,” •napped the court, and I was led back Into an an u room, Mr. Myers and the detective accompanying me. The lat ter there surrendered me to some offi cial, presumably a prison keeper. “Looks pretty bad for you.” said Myers, as we were left alone for con sultation. “I suppose *t does look that way,” I laughed. “No chance to make It self-defense,” ha «went on, plainly amazed at my manner. “No Jury’d ever stand for a burglar shooting In self-defense.” “No.” I admitted. T suppose they wouldn’t Fortunately Tm no bur glar.” “If we could make out It was a lovers’ quarrel,” he suggested. “If I had ever known Mias Lutan,” I admitted, “that might not make a bad defense.” “Look here,” ha replied Indignantly, “young fellow, pan art np against It havdar than ym aaem to raallsa. They’ve got the goods on you, and it’ll be the chair for yours if you’re not careful. You’ve got no chance proving an alibi/' “Why not? I never saw Miss Lutan until I saw her body in her rooms. 1 never was in her rooms until 1 went In there with Mr. Wick after we had heard the shot What’s more, 1 never owned a revolver in my life and never saw the one the detectives found nntll they pulled It out of my dresser drawer.” Incredulously he listened. I could see that he did not believe s word I was saying. “You don't look like a dope (lend, either,” he observed scathingly. "Look here,” I retorted, "it Is bad enough to have the police take It for granted that I am a criminal and a murderer, but when the counsel the court assigns me starts out on the same course, we quit right now. Til get a lawyer of my own when I need one.” Til come around this afternoon and see you again,” he said coolly. "A few hours In the Tombs will make yon see things differently.” A few minutes later I found myself ensconced In a cell again, still confi dent of my speedy release, but some what puzzled as to what would be my best method of procedure. I was un acquainted with any lawyers; In fact, with any one In the whole city with whom I could consult My Immediate hope lay In my friend. Detective Gor man. There was nothing for me to do but to wait until I heard from him. Fortunately I had had the fore thought when the detectives were ar resting me to take from its hiding place In the bookcase my little hoard of money. This enabled me to send out of the prison and have a luncheon brought In. Making myself as com fortable as possible, I sat down to wait for Gorman, occupying my mind mean while with’thinking of Barbara Brad ford. The thing uppermost in my mind was how to prevent her from being in any way Involved. She must never know that only by her testimony would I be able to prove an alibi. Should she ever realize this, I knew that her sense of Justice would make her come forward and tell the truth, even though It meant the loss of her own reputation and the scandalizing of all her acquaintances. She must not be permitted to talk. She must not even try to aee me while I was in prison. The one way—the only way—l saw by which I could escape from the law’s tolls without Implicating her was through the speedy rounding up of the band of criminals who I was positive were responsible for Miss Lutan's murder as well as for all our troubles. I was relying on Gorman to do this. A keeper’s voice Interrupted my chain of thought. "You’re wanted down in the counsel room,” he said. "There is a visitor for you.” "A visitor,” I cried excitedly. "Who Is It?” I thought of course It must be Gorman come to my rescue. "It’s your sister,” he announced. My sister! A thrill shot through me at his announcement. I knew of course It could not be my sister. Both of them were mere children far away In the West. It must be Barbara. I Stood There Astounded. It Woe Not Barbara; It Wae Her Sister Clair*. Undoubtedly she had resorted to thla ruse to make sure of seeing mo while at the same time concealing her own Identity. Overjoyed at her coming, delighted to know that I had read her heart aright and that my confidence In her trust In me was justified. I hastened with the keeper to meet her. Delighted as I was at her coming. I was formulating In my mind how best to make It clear to her that she must leave at once and that no matter what happened she must keep her Ups dosed about the events of last night. Under no circumstances would I per mit her to sacrifice herself to save me. In the counsel room a veiled figure awaited me. I sprang forward eager ly toward her. The woman standing them pvt up one hand In a repelling gMtwv and than long hack her velL By WILLIAM JOHNSTON Copyright by Llttln. Brown & Co. 1 stood there astounded. It was not Barbara. It was her slater Claire. CHAPTER X. For a full minute Claire Bradford and I stood there observing each oth er. Even before a word was spoken I think we both sensed our mutual distrust. As I studied her, I was try ing to conjecture what could have been the motive so Impelling that she had dared to come ev«tn within prison walls to see ma Had Barbara sent her? l doubted it. I was sure that more than likely her visit was to plead with me to keep allent about her part In the tragedy. I was cer tain she was going to ask me to pledge my word tq tell no one of her second visit to the Gaston apartment. Yet as I studied her weak, beautiful face, so like Barbara's and yet so dif ferent, with Its sensuous mouth and roving, brilliant eyes, 1 still was won dering how It was possible for a girl of her refinement and social position to have become enmeshed with such common criminals as the two em ployees of the Granddeck, Wick and the telephone girl. "To what am I Indebted for the honor of this visit," I asked at length, adding with some sarcasm, “from my sister?" Never for a second had I Imagined that other than a selfish motive could have brought her thither, and the con versation that followed was all the more surprising to me on that ac count ‘‘l had to say I was your sister," she answered quickly. “I wanted to be sure of seeing you and I did not wish anyone to recognize me. You know, I believe, who I am?" "You are Barbara's sister," I re plied. "That's why I came,” she cried, "for Barbara’s sake. I have come to plead with you for her.” “To plead—with me—for her," I echoed In astonishment "Yes," she cried passionately. "She's young. She’s little more than a child. She did not realize what she was doing. You must not let anyone know you even know her. You must never, never tell." "Never tell what?" I answered not* committally. She answered with a convulsive sob. I thought for a little that she was going to break down completely. Her manner and the pallor of her face attracted the attention of the keeper who was In the room with us, and he sturted forward as If expecting her to fall In a faint. Resolutely she pulled herself together and went on In calmer tones. "Oh, I know all about It. I know that she Is completely fascinated by you. I know that she has been meet ing you In the park. I know that she has lunched with you at the Astor.” She hesitated and her face crimsoned—"l know that she has even visited you In your rooms late at night. Oh, please, please, I beg of you, If there Is a spark of manhood In you. do not take advantage of a silly girl’s weakness. Please help me protect my little sister’s name; prom ise—you will, won’t you?” “Why should I?” I replied careless ly, repressing my desire to leap at once to Barbara’s defense and explain how pure and honorable her conduct had been and how lofty the motive that had governed her actions. Tempted though I was to defend her, I realized that this might be an op portunity to learn something of Claire Bradford’s associates, and I deter mined to make the most of It. How else could she know of all my meet ings with Barbara unless she was In league with the persons who had been having me shadowed? How the knowledge that Barbara had been In my apartment could have come to her was a mystery beyond me. I would have sworn that that was a secret sa cred to our two selves. “Listen to me,” she commanded, speaking In low tones. "Barbara Is my baby sister. Innocent of the ways of the world. I must save her from herself, and her heedlessness. Never, never, if I can help It, shall she suffer the agony and shame and disgrace that I have known. Years ago I, Just as she Is now, became Infatuated with a man far below me In the social scale. He, too. was a criminal." I sniffed Indignantly at the "he. too," but she paid no attention. "I ran away from school and mar ried him and learned too late that he had a wife and child already. All my life, ever since, that terrible thing has followed me. It's like a specter ever rising to confront me. Even If I have to kill you. I am going to save my lit tle sister from following In my steps." "Where Is Gaston Maurice now?" I asked. "Have you seen him recently?" She gasped and shuddered, looking at me Incredulously. “You," she breathed excitedly, "who are you? How do you know his name?** "Never mind how I know It," I re plied. "What I want to know fla where la be now? When did you see him last?" "Not for yearn—not since long be THE CHEYENNE RECORD. fore my father** death—not atnea (ha marriage waa annulled.” “Nor heard from him,” ( persisted. “No, nor heard from him,” ahe heat tated, “unless—" “Unless whatr I Insisted, as ana stopped abruptly. “1 can't tell yon," ahe said (Irmly. “I don’t know. They must have come from him, from someone that knew— the letters.” “What letters? Xeil me about them." “I can't tell what I don't know. I haven't the least Idea where Gaston Maurice Is. 1 had hoped he waa dead In the war. Yet he can’t be.- I have had anonymous letters threatening me. They must have come from him or from someone whom be told of onr marriage? How else could they know?" Her distress was so real and her manner so convincing- that I decided that she must be telling the truth. “Well," said l, “If you cannot tell me where to find Gaston Maurli* there Is one thing that you can tell me." “What Is that?" “Why did you visit my apartment late last night? Why did you put that revolver In my dresser?" “Revolver," she queried In a puzzled tone, “what revolver?” “The revolver with which Hiss Lo ts n was killed." She eyed me In shocked surprise. “Why do you say this to me? I never saw the revolver." “You cannot deny that you were In my apartment last night."” “But the revolver," ahe protested. “What do you mean by that? I know nothing of any revolver.” “Last night, a few mlnntes after Miss Lutan was murdered,” I said sternly, “some man er woman entered “You Cannot Deny That You Were In My Apartment Last Night.** my roomi and placed a revolver with one chamber discharged In the dresser In my bedroom. It was evidently placed there for the purpose of throw ing suspicion on me, of making me out the murderer. The detectives found It there and arrested me. If you did not enter my apartment to hide the revolver, why then were you there?” “I knew nothing about the murder," she answered Irrelevantly, “uutll this morning—until I read about it in the papers.” “What about Wick?” 1 hurled at her. “Didn’t Wick tell you?" “Wick,” she repeated In a puzzled way. “Oh, Mr. Wick, the superintend ent. No, I have not seen him for sev eral days.” “Did you do nothing yesterday at his direction?” “How absurd 1 Of course not.” “Why, then, did you go into my rooms?” She looked at me with a frightened face, and her manner became more confused. “I really believe you are trying to Implicate me in your crime,” she ejac ulated. “It’s absurd for you to try to question me this way.” “Lady,” Interrupted the '"keeper, “you’ll have to be going now. Time’s up.” “Promise me,” she begged hastily in an undertone, as she departed, “whatever you think about me, you’ll keep my sister out of It.” “I’ll promise nothing, unless you con fess everything,” I repeated, deter mined. If I could, to drag her secret from her, even though I, as well as she, was eager to shield Barbara’s name. Claire Bradford’s attitude, I must confess, puzzled me greatly. Her de nial that she had seen the revolver, or that she had been working in con junction with Wick seemed to ring true, and I was also inclined to be lieve her statement that she knew nothing of her former husband's pres ent whereabouts. While I was pon dering over her statements, my cell door opened and Gorman was let In. “Well, young fellow," he said, “this sleuthing business didn't turn out ex actly the way we expected It to, did itr “You don't think Tm guilty, do you?" I waited In agony for his answer. If he failed me, there was no one. absolutely no one, to whom I could turn. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Unappreciative Guest. Ralph, three years old, was spend- Ing the day with his aunt. Thinking a custard would appeal to him, she In quired If he liked them, at which he answered: "Oh, my, yes." However upon being served It fell short of his expectations. Ho ate a little and passing It to his aunt said: "You can have It Aunt Kyra. I am so full, and If you want some water to WMfe it dawn, here's a? glass." PLAIN PATTERNS FOR CUSTARDS, TIMBALES AND SOUFFLES GIVEN Bgg* Art th« Important Ingrodlont In a Custard, Timbal* or Souma. Many of the fancy dlshei prepared by hotel chefs are nothing more or less than custards, timbales, or souf fle*, "dressed up” In fancy style. Once one has mastered the plain recipes the variations are easily added. The tables In this article are for the plain pat tern or foundation recipes with some of the possible variations. The most Important Ingredient In a custard, timbale, or souffle Is eggs. In addition to their high food value, eggs have certain properties that make them valuable In cookery. Their thick ening power Is shown In a plain cus tard or cooked salad dressing where, when cooked with a liquid, they act as a thickening agent. When beaten they have the power of holding large quantities of air and hence are used to give lightness to certain cooked dishes; the souffle and omelet as well as the sponge cake make use of this property. A plain custard Is no more than milk thickened with egg. To this may be added sugar and various flavorings for a dessert and cheese or meat for a hearty dish. The general method of mixing a cus tard is to beat the eggs slightly and add hot milk with other Ingredients. The meat or vegetable timbale so often used as a meat substitute dish Custards. Liquid. Ern- Balt Other Injredlenta. Tm* Cups. spoon. Custard pattern a S 2-1 *4 Soft custard (cook In double boiler until mixture thickens) S *-* % % cupful sugar, H Baked custard (bake in dish set In hot teaspoonful vanilla. water until firm; cool quickly) t M % % cupful sugar, % tea- Cheese custard (bake as for baked cus- spoonful nutmeg. tard) I 14 H % cupful grated cheese Meat custard S 14 HI cupful minced meat, 1 tablespoonful pars ley (chopped). a Milk. Tlmbalss. Liquid (milk). Ens. Fat. ■***. Pspper. Other Ingredients. Table- Tea- *•** Cup. spoon, spoon, spoon. Meat timbales H I 1 1 H H cupful stale breadcrumbs; 1 cupful minced ham, * chicken, or fish; 1 table spoonful chopped parsley. Spinach timbales.... H 1 * 1 H 1H cupfuls spinach pulp. Pea timbales H S SI H 1H cupfuls cooked peas (drained). Carrot timbales H 1 SI H 1H cupfuls carrot; l-S cupful breadcrumbs. BoUffl#a. White Cooked Meat sauce cereal and me- or bread vege- Eggs. dlum. crumbs. Salt Pepper. Cheese. Onion, tables. Tea- Tea- Cup. Cup. spoon, spoon. Cup. Cup. Cup. Bouffle pattern S H .... 1 H Cheese souffle S ft l-S 1 H a H ...... Onion souffle S H 1-* * *>lH Meat and vegetable souffle S H l-S 1 H c I a Orated. b Onion pulp and 2 table spoonfuls parsley chopped, c Cooked meat, d Cooked vegetables. SAVE TIME IN PREPARATION Dough Should Be Somewhat Bofter Than for Biscuits to Be Cut, but Not Too Mushy. To Bave time in preparation or when no cutter is at hand make drop bis cuit. The dough should be somewhat softer than for biscuits which are to be cut, but not too soft. The mixture should be soft enough to drop from the spoon, but stiff enough not to spread on the tin. The spoonfuls should be put on the tins one-half inch apart. When baked the biscuit should have a smooth, rounded surface rather than a rough, bumpy one. If desired, the top may be brushed with milk or smoothed gently with a knife dipped Into water or milk. “Emergency” or drop biscuits are not quite like the rolled ones, but if of proper consistency are equally good. Some Judges of pastry Insist they are little more tender. Drop Biscuit. 1 cupfuls sifted! tab 1 • spoonfuls flour. shortening. % teaspoonful salt.l cupful liquid (milk, 4 teasroonfuls bak- water, or equal tag powder. parts of each), or mors If necessary. DIVIDING DOLLAR FOR FOOD Um About 20 Conte for Fruito and VagoUblaa and an Equal Amount for Moats. Divide your food dollar Into fifths Dae about 20 rente of It for frnlte and vegetables; 20 cents or more for milk and cheese; 20 cents or leas for meat, a«i» ud eggs; 20 cents or more for broad and cereals; 20 cents or teas for ingar. fat, tea, coffee, chocolate, and •averlng. Is nothing more nor less than a cos tard with the liquid reduced and vege table pulp, meat, or fish, and some times a small amount of fat added. The general method of making a timbale la to beat the eggs and then add the seasonings, melted fat, and llqnld. Combine this mixture with the other Ingredients, turn Into greased cups, set In pan of hot water and bake until Arm. - Any vegetable-pulp may be used and this Is a- convenient way of using small amounts of left-over vegetables. Meat or fish may be combined with vegetables. Light and Bpongy Souffles. The souffle makes use of much the same Ingredients as are In the timbale or custard, but In this dish the whites are beaten until stiff and folded In the mixture. When baked this gives the dish a light spongy texture unlike the smoothness of the baked custard. The use of the white sauce lends smooth ness and keeps the mixture from los ing shape on cooling. The general method of mixing i souffle Is to beat the yolk of eggs un til thick and lemon colored. Add white sauce, salt, pepper and other Ingredi ents. Beat egg whites stiff and com bine with first mixture. Bake In a moderate oven until firm. TO MAKE DELICIOUS BUTTER Dried and Canned Peaches Will Make Moat Satisfactory Article- Recipe le Given. The fruit butter supply Is likely to be getting low at this season of the year, particularly in families which are very fond of the delicacy. Where one has a supply of dried peaches and some canned peaches on hand It Is easy to fill the Jars again with a peach butter which Is almost If not quite as good as that made from the freah peaches, say specialists of the United States department sf agriculture. To each four pounds of dried peach es use two quarts of canned peaches. Soak the dried peaches In water sev eral hours and cook until tender. Add the canned peaches and rub the pulp through a colander or wire sieve. Stir two and one-half pounds of sugar Into this pulp and cook slowly, stirring often, for two hours, or until sf the right thickness. Pack while hoc HOUSEHOLD FACTS The choicest class for table ware la rock-crystal. see To ripen traits a little green, wrap In paper separately. • • • A slice of lemon In bullion or clear sonp la a dainty touch. • • • If a house plant happens to gat frasen It ahould be remored Imme diately to a cool, dark room and drenched with cold water.