The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-02-06

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the mansion were a number of
smaller outbuildings, so that the
House of Claiming had the APP
pearance of being the focal
point in tiny village. In cor
ner of the property, but still en-
closed by the wall, was some
thing that looked like a large
white circle.
whats the round white
thing2" Mahoney inquired.
Probably the fence around
Mr.. Channings race course, y
Jonah told him. During my in
quiries. discovered that he's a
great horse fancier."
Mahoney was impressed.
Look" he said, "where do
the likes of US get off BLOWN in
on guy that owns French
chatty-os and race horses? Had
mt we ought to phone him an
-"
Definitely not" cut in JON
ah. THE phones been a total
loss. Furthermore, Mahoney,
there will be gatekeeper here,
but we shall eschew him. III
have no more dealings with UNI
derlings. I'm going to climb that
wall and 60 straight to the Big
Wind himself"
Mahoney whistled. That's
the nuttiest idea yet. They'll run
you out by the seat of your
pants, like Jimmy Durante in
the movies"
They will, eh? Not before
I've told MIR. H. L. Charming a
thing or two"
Jonah had been right. There
was a gatekeeper who bestowed
a fishy and disinterested glance
upon the Ford as it chatered by.
Jonah didn't even return the
glance. He merely followed the
road around the wall to a point
at which a curve hid the gate
house from view. Then he
stopped.
Mahoney's eyes measured the
wall. You're goin' to have a
climb, Chief. That's easy 10 feet
high"
Nothing to it," said Jonah. Il
come from a long line of wall
scalers. Besides, Mahoney, OBJ
serve yon sapling. Yon sapling
will help me. And you will fol-
low being careful to refrain
from damaging the equipment"
Me-" barked Mahoney, hor-
rified.
Certainly. How the devil can
I demonstrate the Terrible Eye
to this churl of a Claiming with
out the apparatus"
"Okay," said Mahoney resign
eddy.
With one finger locked tight
ly around the handle of the little
leather box, Jonah climbed
into the tree. In few second, he
reached the top of the wall.
"How's it goin'?" inquired Ma
honey from below, in a hoarse
whisper.
Jonah turned to make reply.
At the same time he moved his
left foot. That was an error. II
stamped him as a man whose
ancestors were more likely to
have been Humpty Dumpties
than wall scalers. For the foot
slipped on the smooth ivy. The
next instant Jonah Logan was
descending swiftly into the pre-
serves of Henry l.. Claiming.
He landed on his knees in soft
earth. In a successful effort to
save the Terrible Eye from dis
aster, he failed to guard his chin.
The chin struck Earth. For a
brief moment Mr.. Logan knelt
there, like a monk in natty
tWeeds at his devotions.
And then, quite unexpectedly,
voice sounded. 1t was a low
cool voice, like the Bermuda
nightwind blowing over a ba-
mana split.
Whats the trouble it said.
Didn't the parachute open?"
Jonah lifted his chin out of
Mother Earth. He perceived the
following items in logical order:
Cd pair of small brown and
white sports shoe. (2) the neat
est ankles east of Shanghai, CD
long silken legs that reminded
him at once of Marlene Dietrich,
Al a vhip-slim figure in skirt
Of summary green linen and ca
nary cashmere sweater. 50 the
face he'd been looking for all
his life.
Jonah Logan had recipe for
face. You took a wide smooth
forehead, put couple of eyes
that looked as if they'd been
scooped up out of the Mediter-
ranean below it. added a short
straight nose; laced a tiny line
of freckles across the bridge of
the nose; tossed in a generous