The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-05-30
OLD HOME WEEK MURDER
by Phoebe Atwood Taylor
Chapter 46
Interview With Win

- claimed at the terrific litter oil
papers in the living room.
'That's jeff Leach" Sara said,
trying to balance his accounts.
He'll spend the winter with 'enl,
BY the looks. For once ! don't
blame him. What can you do, with
old settlers and new tourists and
everyone giving you odd sums and
saying it's for those taxes in 1929,
and for this and that and the other
thing. Weston had some fancy
slips, but we ran out of 'em day
before yesterday. You all go to
bed. I've got to help Jeff figure.
He counts on his fingers, and with
his arthritis his fingers are none
too reliable"
where's Jane?" Asey asked.
upstairs in bed, long ago.
Mixes been here most of the eve-
ming. I told him about Eloise.
How'd be take it? He was per-
functorily sorry, and brought out
the budget he started today. The
two of them argued themselves
hoarse. 1t did Jane good, She
ha: I been anywhere near so
lugubrlous since he left. He told
her to trust you. Asey and ! guess
she is. Oh. this is all such a hor-
rible thingl Asey, what are you
going to do now?"
Figure" Asey told her.
might"
Asey was eating breakfast when
Zeb got down to the dining room
il; the morning.
Marvellous day." Sara said.
Thank goodness, it'll end in a
blaze of glory, this week will, and
all I've go. to do todsy is hand out
silver cups at the Town Hall with
Bessie Brinley and Mrs. Philbrick.
I'm going to watch the yacht races,
and tonight is the grand ball; that
will doubtless sep the last ounce
Of strength | have. ] look forward
to Church Day and the end of it
all. Not for Billingsgate Wallow-
ing in gold would ] 60 through a
week like this again!"
"When," Bertha asked anxious
ly, when is the Jelly? ! mean. the
priest"
Three O'clock Sar, said, land
l want to give warning 20 you all,
this is the last meal Bertha and
Sally bother with till Monday.
jeff and / will have lunch with
the notables. and the rest of you
will have to fend for yourselves.
There's buffet supper at the golf
club, ana you can come there with
US. or not" n
''Kay. what are you doing?'4 Zeb
asked, eq aa.
"f've got to get my stuff ready
for Shorty. Asey, Win's picture
was in last nights paper | Gu, it
out for yCu to give him, if you
want to. And what are you doing?"
II figure" Asey sale rather
gloomilv. Il just figure and figure
On an or" ka1 lfaiuE
His figuring led him first to the
ball field. whers the sports pro-
gram was already ln1pro9ress, He
allowed himself 70 be dragged into
the horse shoe pitching. and won
the event. to his own amazement,
from Weston and Mike Slade
Mike Slade rushed up.
Come on. we neee yoi for the
tug of war. natives versus visitors,
and Yves wants you to pitch the
soft ball game"
Dream on" Asey said. 81 shot
nv bolt with the boss shoes. done
aAseyl" Weston raced up did
Mike tell you" i
HE did, an I'm not. Yves,
never seen such vigorl Rushin'
around"
Someone's got toi" Weston said.
He rushed off after Mike.
Asey grinned and Strolled over
TO the Town Hall. In the exhibit
ton rooms, Mrs. Brinley and Aunt
Sara and half a dozIn other town
women were matching up contes-
tants' names with the prize win
ming numbers on the various en-
tries.
Three Prizes
THERE'S oneP Mrs. Brinley said
IL excitedly. Here - oh, look,
girlsi Look at this jar of jellyl It's
won-why, gracious sakesi It's the
best in the show. best in all the
jellies, and best beach-plum ie1lyl
What do you know about thati
Three priest That means three
cups and the big prize money"
"Whats the NUMBER" Sara
asked. Thirty. Let's see. Oh, isn't
that simply splendid, nowl That's
Bertha. My Bertha. Bertha Cook
from over by the point She'll be
simply tickled o pieces. and she
deserves it. She's a marvellous
cook and a splendid jelly"
Mrs. Rrinley shifted. We'll, |
don't think that jelly looks like
much, If you should ask me! Those
judges told Arthur. said, Ar
thur, you couldn't have picked
worse judgesl And when see one
Of them, I'm going to tell him what
1 Think Him, or her. Not that ]
intend to make any trouble-dear
me, mol ! always say, what's the
use of entering anything ii you
haven't the spirit to lose as well
a. the spirit to win. mean, If you
can't be q good loser. what's the
use. And entered the very same
batch of jelly that won at the
Grange, and the church fair, and
the county-not that dispute for
enc instant what the judges think.
but I always say"
Asey quietly withdrew.
He viewed the tug of war, and
watched Zeb win by an eyelash
for the mile run. and then got into
bis roadster and drove slowly over