The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-01-26

easy walking distance: Garden
City itself. Country Life Press,
Hampstead, Nassau Boulevard,
Mineola - of course we have
checked them all. With no re-
suits whatever.
1--WE have notified every city
and town in the country to look
for him. All airports have been
under special observation for
days. The only comfort we may
find is the fact that disappearing
Is very difficult business indeed
1t does not happen often. And
think you know that we never
give up"
He looked at Lieutenant That
cher, who nodded approval. And
Lieutenant Thatcher said, "Our
main chance now is to find out
more about the early life of your
father, Miss Merriwether."
On Friday, a cablegram came
from Bill Stewart. He had heard
of Vaughan L .nbar some years
ago. Had never met him. Under
stood he had died somewhere.
Nor did fortune thereafter at
tend the inquiry into the earlier
life of Colonel Merriwether AS
a matter of plain truth, the first
that could really be learned OF
him was his appearance on the
Chicago scene, and subsequently
at Denver and in Canada, about
five years before the day that he
called for Cynthia at the con-
vent and brought her out into
the world.
The knowledge that could be
gained of him moved in the con-
ventional channels of business,
mining promotions and such kin
dred enterprises. But informa-
ton about him, as a human be-
ing, was scant indeed. For there
were no relatives that could be
found, no old friends, and for
that matter no old enemies.
Mitchell Grace produced such
files as existed, and told of the
matters upon which his time had
been occupied. They were, to
the establishment of all concern
ed, of trifling importance. A
small handful of shares here and
nibbling purchases of interest
in mines or corporations.
There were huge reserves OF
shares and bonds and of cash in
several New York and Chicago
banks.
His will could not be found
And his lawyers, whom he had
consulted most frequently, had
never drawn one for him. Which
meant, of course, that in good
time all of his wealth would fall
to Cynthia.
The excitement of the news
papers cooled and died. Men OF
the police visited Stone House
less and less frequently. People
at the Broken Hill club began
to talk of other things than the
dramatic death of Colonel Mer-
riwether. And the trail OF
Vaughan Dunbar still ended
where it always had ended, al
the door of a Packard roadster
in Garden City.
Just after Thanksgiving, Gym
thia went to Honolulu. She clos
ed the house, and carried Fred
Vests cousin Anne with her.
Her spirits had risen, of course,
because they were of sort that
nothing could keep subdued be-
You'd certain space of time.
But in that setting it would have
been hard for her to recover all
of her old verve and gaiety. Her
sense of decency and the fitness
of things would have interfered.
She knew this instinctlvely.
And she had it explained. gently
but categorically, by II enr y
Prentiss. And it was, as a mat
ter of fact, Henry Prentiss, who
suggested. Hawaii, and Anne.
She liked both ideas immensely.
The whole notion of change, OF
new scenes, seemed to revive
her. -,
Henry Prentiss and Mitchell
Grace and Fred West drank wine
with Cynthia and Anne in the
sitting room of their quarters
aboard ship on the night they
sailed away. They were taking
the long way round, through
the Canal and touching at Los
Angeles and San Francisco.
There were no anguished faces
nor heavy sight-even If there
was no carefree laughter.
Henry Prentiss said, well
now. it's so long, Miss Pretty,
and good travelling
Goodbye, you old shoe.
Send picture postcards.
I'm all colors.'
Saying, Wish you we're here
always saying that.