The Wilmington morning star., 1940-03-02
APT ~TORTY-sEvEN

Fablenne seymour, with Her coa'
collar turned up and her hair tucked
under her hat, sat beside the driv-
er's seat of a white milk truck. The
driver had disappeared around back
of the porch of the old house.
He came back a few minutes later
and got in beside her. "Where'o
YOU want to get off" he asked, Civ
ing her a sidewise look and won
dering why he never picked up any
good looking ones. This ones a
was streaked and her coat was
crumpled and soiled from oil and
smoke and smudge.
Just anywhere in the center OF
town. I'm hang around until the
garage opens and I can get help
to go get my car"
Tough luck. Bin drivin' all
night?"
She nodded. Casually. she said,
"You ought to know all the folK
around this village. I used to know
q man who vas an amateur-er-
radio fan. He had a sending station
around here some place. Met aim In
Danbury at a dance once"
"sure. Joe Willis. He got a prize
last year for doing some rescue work
when the lines was down. He lives
up the road a piece"
That's the one! Where does ne
live?"
1.-The little red house next to the
~grepati church,"
THE Congregational church?
That's on the greene" she asked,
hoping that the town had the usual
New England green.
Right"
Fabienne didn't say anything I'M
til they got neal the village and
she saw the spires Of the churches
through the barren branches of the
trees.
you can let me off any place
here" she said then.
It'll be pretty cold waiting. The
gauge don't open until eight"
"Oh, I don't mind" she said
heartily. Maybe I a rouse some
body"
Rousing anyone was what h
did not want to do. She didn't want
to see anyone All she wanted to do
was find a heavy stone and COM
plete her operations unseen.
Don't take any wooden nickels,
the milk driver told her.
She promised she wouldn't,
waving gaily to him and watched
his truck out of sight. Then she
struck off across the green for the
little red house beside the Congre-
gational church, keeping an eye Out
for a large stone.
She found a brick, the best OF all
missiles, and felt for the string and
piece of paper in her pocket.
Back of the trunk of a large tree
she furtively fastened the paper
to the brick and tied it firmly with
string. Then she skirted the front
and side of the red cottage, praying
she'd meet no one, that no one IN
the house was yet awake.
Providence was with her. There
was neither sight nor sound Of a
human being when she broke the
glass in what she took to be a
kitchen window and dropped the
brick through, hearing it fall on the
floor.
Ellen brushed the last traces of
her afternoon sleep from her eyes
and went into the living room
where Nicky and Bill were keeping
the watch by the radio. mike Ken
needy should be on now" she told
them. Hes on WHBH."
The commentator had already
started his broadcast. When they
found him on the dial, he was say
ing, +" . none of the usual crank
letters with clues, suggestions and
false leads that usually flood po-
lice headquarters, newspaper n
radio offices. For that reason, this
stations is inclined to agree with
the amateur operator who tele-
phoned this station a short time ago
to report an incident which may
have some bearing OF the Parsons
case"
Bill, Nicky and Ellen leaned to-
ward the radio with tense faces.
Kennedy continued:
A few minutes ago a telephone
call was received by WHBH. We
quote the following conversation,
word for word.
"WHBH? Let me talk to the
chief engineer. Carson speaking,
chief engineer" Carson, this is
Joe Willis, WLxBS, Stanbury, Con-
necticut.'' $50 ahead Willis. What's
on your mind?" "Something I
thought might have a connection
with the Parsons mystery. The
police think they still might be
near New York Well, a little while
ago I found a message wrapped
around a brick that had been
thrown in my kitchen" Hold the
wire, Willis. I'll write it down.
''Okay, go ahead" ats kinda funny,
Carson, but here goes: Get this
message on networks. Matter of
life and death. Message is for Bill
just Bill. Tell him he's needed
where apple butter was made Re-
peat: Tell Bill he's needed where
apple butter was NADER No name,
no address. That's ALL"
That, ladies and gentlemen, con-
cludes the message. If Bill is lis
tening-"
Bill was nc longer listening; he
was on his feet, issuing orders,
struggling into his coat, shouting,
ELLEN, you get things ready here.
Bartlett, get Parsons on the phone
and tell him to be ready for me