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-— Thirteen at Table 1 knew something was wrong In fact, my chair broke under me and I found myself on the floor. “It's the Black Curse “Thirteen at table! as soon as 1 sat down, 1 cried, seotted dinner Mildred partner, OA Se suddenly mantel pi “Nonsense, Bayne, my heavy vi from th her. “What claimed Henry Oglethorpe. ‘Then h ng shriek and put his hand to his throat, stran- gling. A Hindoo waiter had cord around his neck dropped id stunned » fell ina heap. a stunning vase!” ex- uttered a piere and was slowly choking him to | death, “This iy a matter for the po- * deelared Dr. Morton, reaching for the telephone. A shot rang out, and he sprawled limply over the t stain spreading across his shirt. rimson By this time the guests were in an uproar. “Open the windows !" some one shouted, and Dwight Mulville tugged vigorously at the sash. It flew off in his hands and knocked him on the temple. Prank Cheevy and Sid Monckton rushed ~ they tripped ~ to his aid; midw over consciously on the floor. bear rug nd collapsed un- Mere words cannot picture the horror of what followed. — Dis- d the footsteps of of us, Mrs. Grady overdose of smelling salts, Jane Wilson wandered out into. the and fell in. the swimming-pool, Tom Douthit was swallowed up by a aster de every 0) took an patio trapdoor which mysteriously opened under his feet, Philip Quetch and Oliver Felton fought a duel in’ which both were killed, and Constance Framingham disappeared through a sliding panel which no one knew exis I am the sole surviver of that indescribable evening. How I alone escaped can only he sur- mised. But perhaps it is because I didn’t touch any of their darn cocktails. —Norman R. Jarrnay Moprns Surensririons An empty gas-tank and treo flat shoes are the signs of a very fretful journey. Husnaxp (to wife who was driving)—Well, that’s settled— I've often wondered what you'd do in an emergency. ee eer me re ey comicbooks.com