Glacier County chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1931-1940, 1939-06-02
Ra Royal Visit
BY ETHEL LIMA WHITE
By ETHEL LIMA WHITE
copyright 1899: BY News Syndicate Co.. Inc.
A WIFE'S HUNCH HELPS
HER POLICEMAN HUS-
BAND UNCOVER A SUR
PRISING MURDER PLOT

PRlSlNG M URDER PLOT
IN TWO PARTS-PART ONE
Viva Richards had one of her
lunches about the Royal Visit to
Tudor Green, and, as usual, she
managed to infect her policeman
husband with her own foreboding.
No one could understand the
secret of her influence over him.
Besides being an Oxford Boxing
Blue, he had trained mind, while
she was small, nervy and as full of
superstitions as an old wife.
But for all that, she had her big
husband by the short hairs.
It was grilling weather towards the
to get off the baked ' p av msn gia Of
High street into the cool of his home.
Viva-looking like high school girl
in her tight dark-blue frock, with
white collar and cuffs, had tea waiting
for him on the daisied lawn at the
back of the cottage
the dish OF plums from the wasps,
poured him out cup of tea and then
looked at him with dark, tragic eyes.
Bread and butter always tastes of
grass out-of-doors," she said mourn
fully. She added in the same breath,
Hugo, I'm so unhappy about the
P. c. Richards groaned, for he was
sick OF the subject. He considered that
the residents of Tudor Green had
swollen heads and had lost their sense
Of proportion over the civic honor.
Besides. the affair was only small
beer-a rushed visit of under half-an-
uled to, fulfill an important engage
ment at large industrial city, but
with unselfish good nature had con-
sented to break his journey to lay
the foundation stone Of the new hos
pital.
I'm unhappy. too" Richards in
But can't see why you're mourning"
"Because-Hugo. I know there's 60
ing to be a terrible tragedy"
He ran his finger uneasily round the
inside of his collar as though 1t had
suddenly grown unbearably tight. Al
though he always laughed at WAS
there was usually logical origin in
a tangible fact behind her tangled
fancies and intuitions.
What makes you think that, in
I'm not sure: One can never be
SeI Vail, lOT WARNINGS are SuCn SnaCOWy
things. But think it's this burglary
at Sir Anthony Kites"
He laughed indulgently, for it was
obvious that. this time, she had
strayed too far from any connecting
sequence.
"Itis queer" she went on. 81 feel it
must be leading up to something"
Then her voice changed to professional
interest DO you expect to make an
arrest?" she asked.
mo, to you. There's not a clue And
the stolen notes are all old ones, so
we can't trace their numbers"
Both he and his superior Sergeant
Belcher-were annoyed by the affair,
for burglaries were practically un-
known in Tudor Green, while the spe-
cial circumstances made it appear an
outrage. Sir Anthony Kite, who was
a well known London ear specialist,
had retired to live in the little old
world town, but. owing to his per-
sistent interest in his profession, he
saw local patients at his private resi-
dence, besides giving his services to
the hospital and clinic.
1t was really a gesture Of benevo-
lence to the community, so that he was
both bewildered and hurt when he
came. downstairs, on. the preceding
morning, to find that his study had
been entered, through the French
window
Apparently, the burglar had either