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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 79, Issue 238, 8 October 1936, Page 5

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TO-DAY’S PROGRAMMES Following are the proßramnies of Australian and New Zealand stations scheduled for to-day. New Zealand summertime is given in each instance : IYA. AUCKLAND. (650 Kilocycles). 7.0: Breakfast session. 9.0: Close down. 10.0: Devotional service. 10.15: Selected recordings. 12.0: Lunch music. 2.0: Selected recordings. 2.30: Classical hour. 3.15: Sports results. 4.0: Special weather report for farmers. 4.30: Sports results. ! 5.0: Children's hour. 6.0: Dinner music. 7.0: News am J reports. 7.30: "Comment on Current Events," Mr. R. A. K. Mason. 7.40: Talk. 8.0: Concert programme. A programme of characteristic mus'c and humour from Northern Ireland—a 8.8. C. recorded programme. 8.47 : Recordings, Dajos Bela Orchestra. 8.54: Beniamino Gigli (tenor) and members of La Scala Orchestra. Milan. 9.0: Weather report and station notices. 9-5: 8.8. C. Recorded Talk. 9.25: Band Music. Recording, Foden’s Motor Works Band. 9.28: Mrs. H. Ref Tell (soprano). 9.34: Charles Hayes (cornet'st). 9.39: Recording, Foden’s Motor Works Band. 9.45: Mrs. H. Ref Tell (soprano). 1 9.51; Charles Hayes (cornetist). 9.57: Recording, Foden's Motor Works Band. 10.0: An hour with Billy Cotton and his Band. 11.0: Close down. IYX AUCKLAND (BSO k.c.) 5.0: Light musical programme. 60: Close down. 7.0: After-dinner music. 8.0: Chamber music hour. 9.0; Miscelaneous classical programme. 10.0; Bright variety entertainment. 10.30: Close down. I

2YA. WELLINGTON. (570 kilocycles.) 7.0: Breakfast session. 9.0: Close down. 10.0: Chimes. Selected recordings. 10.30: Devotional service. 11.0: Time signals. 12.0: Lunch music. 2.0: Classical hour. 3.0: Sports results. 3.30: Special weather forecast. 4.0: Time signals. Sports results, 5.0: Children’s hour. 6.0: Dinner music. 7.0: News’and reports. 7.30: Time signals. 7.40: Talk: Our Book Reviewer. 8.0: Chimes. Edith Lorand and her Viennese Or8.5: A further incident in the lives of the Jaoanese housebey and hi# emp.oyer. 5.19: Sydney Kyte and bis Piccadilly Hotel Band. 8.22: Arthur Hemsley, humorous entertainer and character conudiin. 8.34: “The Voice of the People: Catherine the Great.” 8.41: Talk. 9.0: Weather report and station notices. 9.5: An abridged musical pras’ntation of the Gilbert and Sullivan opera, “Patience.” 10.15; Music, mirth and melody. 11.5: Close down. 2YC. WELLINGTON <B4O k.c.). 5.0: Light musical programme. 6.0: Close down. 7.0: After-dinner music. 8.0: Chamber music hour. 9.0: A light variety programme. 10.0: Three short recitals. 10.30: Cluse down. 3YA. CHRISTCHURCH (720 Kilocycles). 7.0: Breakfast session. 9.0: Close down. 10.0: Devotional service. 10.15: Selected recordings. 11.0: Talk. 11.15: Selected recordings. 12 0: Lunch music. 2.0: Selected recordings, 3.0: Classical music. 3.30: Time signals from Dominion Observatory. 4.0: Light musical programme. Sports re5.0: Children’s hour, 6.0: Dinner music. 7.0: News and ‘reports, 7.30: Time signals. 7.35: Talk. 8.0: Ch'mes. A programme of recorded humour with instrumental interludes. Record ngs, Vienna Schrammel Quartet. 8.5: Broadcasting Brrlesque. 8.17: International Novelty Quartet. 8.20: Child Impersonations. Harry Hemsley

(child impressionist). 8.33: Fred Hartley’s Quartet. 8.36: Snorting. Clapham and Dwyer (entertainers). Pat Hanna (comedian). 8.51: School Life. W 11 Hay and his Scholars. 8.57: Albert Sand'er (violin), with ’cello and piano. 9.0: Weather report and station notices. 19.5: Talk. 9.20: Dance music. 11.0: Close down. 3YL. CHRISTCHURCH (1200 k.c.) 5 0: Selected recordings 6.0: Close down. 7.0: After-dinner music. 8.0: An hour of light music. 9.0: An hour of rhapsod es. J 0.0: A popular programme. 10.30: Close 4 YA, DUNEDIN. (790 Kilocycles). 7.0: Breakfast session. 9.0: Close down. 10.0: Selected recording", 10.15: Devotional service. 10.30: Selected recordings. 12.0: Lunch music. 2.0: Selected recordings. 13.30: Sports results. Classical music. 4.0: Weather forecast for farmers. 4.30: Ligh. musical programme. 4.45: Sport.-, re ul >. 5.0: Children’s hour. 6.0: Dinner music. 7.0: News and reports. 8.0: Chimes. Conceit by the Lamoureux vviiv-.L Orchestra. Recordings, the Orchestra. 8.10: Charles Panzera (baritone). 8.16: The Orchestra. 8.40: Reserved. 9.0: Weather report and station nolle.s. 9.5: The Orchestra. 9.29: Ria Ginster (soprano). 9.37 : The Orchestra. 9.45: Jascha Heifetz (violin). 9.53: The Orchestra. 10.0: Mus’c, mirth and melody. 11.0: Close down. 4YO, DUNEDIN (1740 k.c.) 5.0: Selected recordings. 6.0; Close down. 7.0: After-dinner music. 8.0: Variety and vaudeville programme. 10.0: Light musical recital. 10.30: Close down. AL'S LK ALIAN SI ATIONS (The times given are N.Z. Summertime). 21C, SYDNEY. (610 kilocycles). 10.0: National programme from Adelaide. Unamber music. 10.30: Reg on al programme from the studio. 11.15: National programme from Melbourne studio. Current topics. 2UE, SYDNEY. (950 Kilocycles). 9.30: “Highlights of Harmony.” 9.45: “Car Save Chats.” 10.0: ‘Expedition Into 11- rkest Africa.’’ 10.15: “Friends In Need.” 10.20: “Budd a 10.30: Joseph Sclv : : I .. \.l .-.’id Nelson Eddy in songs. 10.45: Bright music. 11.0: “Highlights of Sport.’ SHORT WAVE BROADCASTS 8.8. C. EMPIRE BROADCAST. GSB (31.55 m. GSD (25.53 m. 7.15: Big Ben. Frederic Bayco, at the organ of the Dominion Theatre, Tottenham Court Road, London. 7.45: Three talks on topics of the moment. 8.5: Yehudi Menuhin (violin). 8.15: “Bula Matari,” the Breaker of Rocks. The story of a workhouse wa f. 8.55: The news and announcements. 9.15. Close down. DJB. GERMANY (19.74 m. 5.5 p.m.: Call DJA. DJB (German, English). German folk song. 5.10: An hour of entertainment. 6.15: An hour of entertainment (continued). 6.0: News in German. 6.55: Greetings to our listeners. 7.0: News and econom’c review in English. 7.15: A special programme. 9.30: News and economic review in German. 9.45: The shortwave amateur’s hour. 10.15: Sign off DJA and DJB (German, Eng-

(Chapter XXI Continued.)

His heart began to beat a little erratically and a faint colour tinged his cheeks, mounting slowly to his brow as he went down on his knees before the chest, fitted in the key and cautiously raised the lid. What secret did it hold. What was he about to discover? And why had Professor Green been so mysterious about it? A few moments later the contents of the chest lay exposed before his astonished and bewildered gaze, and by slow degrees the possibility of what they were meant to convey to him filtered through to his brain. It was a full hour after that before he switched off the lights and tumbled into bed. And after that he lay wideeyed till dawn thinking——thinking—thinking And once or twice he laughed softly , to himself as visions of the future in which a certain comely young matron figured, floated in roseate hues before his mental sight. And once or twice he was conscious of a sharp pang of pity when lie remembered the ' dark ripe beauty of another woman. He was finding himself sorry—unutterably sorry for the wife of Wiliam Bradley. Did she already know, or, did she only suspect? At dawn he fell asleep and dreamed ■ of a golden future and all that it might ■ hold for him and another. But ming- ■ ling with his dreams came persistently ; the face of Nada Bradley, anguished ‘ and terror-stricken—ln his ears was ; her voice imploring him Io save her J husband and not to give him up to jus- ’ tice. He awoke with a cry lo find himself in a bath of perspiration—the sun- j light flooding tiie room and a maid • pulling aside the heavy curtains and drawing up the blinds. CHAPTER XXII. Keith Darrell’s Theory. " Then you suspected my profession all tiie time?’’ i in putting the question Keith Darrell looked keenly at, Hie professor, but it was impossible to gauge what expression lay in the eyes so successfully hidden by the green goggles. “ Yes," came the slow reply, " that is so. Yes—l knew the second time ( met you at the Empire Cottage hospital that you were after the same quarry as myself.” "You are a detective then?" queried Keith sharply, conscious of a keen sense of disappointment. Professor Green waved a deprecating 'hand. “Not at all, my dear fellow, not at all. You are on the hunting trad, I am simply possessed of the spirit of analytical curiosity such ns might sway the mind of a vivi-section-ist, with this difference —the latter's object is to test the endurance of Hie body under slow torture. Mine lias been, and still is, to test a man's mental endurance under the same strain; and," blandly, “ I am finding Hie experiment a most interesting one. and —it is by no means finished yet." iKeith Darrell stared hard at the other’s inscrutable face. At the moment he would have given fifty pounds lo see it stripped of those disfiguring green goggles. He nodded, and detaching the key from his watcli chain, pushed it across the table. “ There’s the key," lie said, 11 and thanks to you 1 think I've solved the mystery of Geoffrey Stanton; but—you’ll have to take your share of Hie thousand pounds' reward." The professor smiled. “ Keep the key," he said, “ I'll ask you for it when I want it; but I shall never ask for a share of the reward; that' shall be yours entirely, for it was only through a chance remark on your part when I met you one day at the hospital that 1 realised later what lhe contents of that chest might represent. I bad never heard the name of Geoffrey ; Stanton before." “Didn't you read the papers?” The professor smiled again. “Not just at that time. And now tell me,” lie went on rapidly, before the other could reply, “ tell me, for I am curious to know —what theory have you advanced from—er —deduction and the small amount of evidence you were able to collect?" Keith Darrel cleared his throat and stretched out a hand for a cigar. " I’ll put it as briefly as possible," he said. “ First and foremost I believe that on the night of October 16th last year Michael Enderby was lured to this house through a previous appointment, and that the attack on him took place in this very room” “Ah!" breathed the professor softly, “and who attacked him?" “ Well,” with a shrug, “ of course I am only theorising, but I could bet a hundred to one it was his life-long friend and pal, Stephen Maine.” The professor slapped his knee and leant eagery forward; Keith never remembered seeing him so animated. " In conjunction," went on the detective, “ with his tool, William Brad- '“ Humph ! and with what object?" “Robbery, of course; I've made careful enquiries in every direction, Professor, and I have discovered that up to last October Stephen Maine was a'city clerk earning a hundred a year, whilst William Bradley—a married man, was iitlle better off; yet it is a well-known fact that ever since then, one, at least, has been spending money like waler." "Which one?" “ Why Maine, of course! The other one—" “ Yes, the other one Keith Darrel had paused because once more there had come lo him remembrance of a woman for whom he was feeling desperately sorry. "Weill" shrugging, “I have a suspicion that the other ono is not so much villain as fool, and although I have a contempt for him I pity the chap, and—and he's married you see. There may have been reasons. . . " “ Humph I Go on.” , “ My theory is that he was drawn into it against his will, and has been suffering ever since, not so much from fear of discovery as from a conscience

that won't allow him to rest. “ What makes you think so. Do ;ou know the man?” “ I’ve never spoken to him, but a long time ago I shadowed him once or twice and 1 could see he was rapid’)' going to pieces. Twice I sat opposite to him in the tube, and a more hopeless look of misery 1 never saw on the face of any man. it wasn't so much fear as a kind of dull, hopeless despair. Now, the first time I saw b:m “ Yes’" "Was outside lhe Empire Collage Hospital, where he was joined by Stephen Maine. It was after Maine had identified his friend —you will remember hearing about it?” The professor drew his lips inlo a thin, straight line. “ Yes—l remember —quite well.'' “Just so. Well, on that occasion Bradley's face was that of a craven, but It’s the only time 1 saw it so; be was nervous, jerky in his movcmenls, ill-at-ease. I believe at first that he was in desperate fear of being arrested. Afterwards I believe he didn’t care a 'button what became of him, and somehow I don’t believe he lias touched a penny of Hie proceeds from that bag of nuggets." Tiie professor nodded.

"And now to proceed will) Hi" theory," he suggested wilh a smile. Keith Darrell tossed his cigar-end in the fire and lighted another. " I'm afraid I was rather going off at a tangent,” he laughed, then pausing to consider: “1 believe,” he went nn thoughtfully, “ that at the very moment, or shortly before the attack was made on Endcrby, Mr Geoffrey Stanton turned up at. this house unexpectedly and interrupted proceedings. I know for a fact that lie went for what he called a ‘joy-ride’ on the eve of his wedding. I know exactly where he alighted for I've been over the same ground myself in the same omnibus, but until last night I could get no further. I was always up against a blind wall as far as Mr Stanton was concerned " Yes ?” “ Weil, since viewing lhe contents of the chest last night, 1 have formed the conclusion Ihat Mr Stanton, after leaving lite ‘bus, took a walk which landed him on the Heath—he got. lost in a fog that came on suddenly—l remember tiie night well —and final!; he stumbled across this house. Probably the light from the window would attract him.” Keith paused to flick lhe ash off his cigar, then settling bis head coml'oiTably against Hie cushions of his chair, gazed dreamily into space. A retrospective look gradually replaced that of keen alertness in liis dark gre,' eyes. " 1 believe,” lie went, on, “ that. In arrived just at tiie moment when tin murderous attack was taking place oi Enderliy—that he got mixed up in tli struggle and in that way received : nasty blow himself; in fact I bcliev “Yes,” The professor leane for ward wilii eager inientness. Keith Harrell dropped his gaze t the other's face. “I believe," lie added gravely. “Ilia the blow proved a fatal one, and Hi.. Lord Claver's son is dead.” The ihiii lips of his companio tightened. “That's a terrible supposition,” lo said witli equal gravity. "it is, but all lhe same I think t'u right." The lips of Professor Green re laxed. They might almost be said I be smiling. “What grounds have you for form ing such a conclusion?'” he asked. Once more a retrospective tool showed in tiie eyes of tiie young detective. He was visualizing, as he hai on Hie previous evening, a scene in . ruinous gardena jangle of undergrowth, a wilderness of wcejs. . a deep holeand two men digfiln feverishly “I will tell you now,” he said pres entiy, "what I've never mentioned lie fore; and that is, weeks before I mad your acquaintance at. tiie hospital knew that Stephen Maine was Hi owner of this house!” Professor Green's eyebrows i l'( slightly. Beyond that lie did not appear to be particularly surprised. Hi wailed silently for the other lo continue. "When J knew that to be the case,’ went on Keitli Darrell, "a spirit o curiousity led me to come and havi a look at lhe old house. I gained m; Information, by the bye, from William Bradley's wife, but 1 can tell you al! about that afterwards. Suffice it I, say that before I met her, I distinctly heard Stephen Maine deny any knowledge of Hampstead Heath beyond th( two ponds. You will readily understand therefore, exactly how 1 fell when I heard from the lips of Mr.Bradley that this house was hit properly? in fact, I began to put tvvi and two together: but there liavi always been one or two things tine puzzled me ’’ "Yes?" with restrained eagerness. Keith Darrell leant forward ami planting bls elbows on his knees, placed the lips of his fingers careful!;, together. "One,” he said slowly, “was Hi. matter of tint filied-in well. Afte; my first visit to this house, whiei no one knows of but myself, I alway.sensed a mystery in connection will that well; and now,” shuddering, “. believe I’ve solved it.” “What happened on your first vis to give you an idea of mystery'; asked tiie Professor. " Well," answered Keith, " Steph Maine and Bradley were lining It inthe well, I mean —and 1 overhea fragments of their conversation.” “ Ah. and what theory did you form then ?" “An erroneous one, I fear; and ye; not entirely so. I believed then the; were putting out of sight any telP tale evidence of—” “Of their attack on Enderby?" “ Exactly; but in addition to that I now believe that they were also engaged on a more serious matter.” (To be continued.).