Hi, I'm Dr. Joan Herbert, the Director for Oncology Service Line at MidMichigan Health, and I'm here today to talk to you about cancer screening and prevention. So should you really worry about getting cancer? The answer is that although you should not spend your life worrying about whether you will get cancer, but rather have the knowledge to address how you can perhaps prevent it or at a minimum catch it early when it is most curable. Now we will turn our attention to the number of new cancers projected for the US this year. It is estimated that more than 1.6 million new cases of cancer will be diagnosed in 2014. The most common cancers are estimated to be prostate in men and breast in women. Lung and colorectal cancers are the second and third most common cancers in both men and in women. Lung cancer is by far the leading cause of cancer death among men, 28 percent, followed by prostate, 10 percent, and colorectal, 8 percent. Among women, lung, 26 percent, breast, 15 percent, and colorectal, 9 percent are the leading causes of cancer death. The risk of an American woman developing cancer over her lifetime is a little more than one in three. Looking at the trends with screening techniques for colon cancer that can catch and remove a polyp prior to it evolving into cancer, we are seeing colorectal cancer incidences begin to decline. Smoking still is the leading cause of many cancers and in particular lung cancer. So with the declining smoking rates in the US, we are also seeing a leveling off or decline of other related cancers. The women's health study that linked post-menopausal hormone replacement with breast cancer has led to a decline and now leveling off of the incidence of breast cancers. Here's the good news, slowly but surely we are winning the war on cancer. The lung cancer death rate in women began declining in the early 2000s after increasing for the previous 70 years. The lag in the decline in lung cancer in women compared to men reflects differences in smoking patterns. Smoking rates peaked about two decades later in women than in men and women lagged behind men in quitting smoking in large numbers. In comparison, breast cancer death rates changed little between 1930 and 1990 but decreased 34% between the peak year of 1989 and 2010. Since 1930, the death rate for stomach cancer has decreased by more than 90%. The death rate for uterine cancer, cervix and utercorpus combined, which was the leading cause of cancer death in the early 20th century, has declined 80% from 1930 to 1997 but has since been fairly stable. Colorectal cancer deaths have been decreasing for more than 60 years. Similar to men, pancreatic cancer death rates have been increasing slightly from 8.8 per 100,000 women in 1980 to 9.6 in 2010. The number one risk factor for cancer is age. Of course we cannot stop the clock from ticking but there are a number of other risk factors that we can mitigate or eliminate such as tobacco use, vaccination for human papillomavirus and maintaining a healthy weight. There are hereditary factors or genes that we inherit that are known to place families at higher risk for developing cancer.  Hereditary factors or genes at this time are associated with only about 5 to 10% of all known cancers. Something to look for is cancer being diagnosed in a first degree relative such as a mother, sister, daughter at a younger than normal age, which would be less than 60. Seeking guidance from a master prepared genetic counselor can help you map out your family history and determine if you are at higher risk for a hereditary type of cancer or whether or not you should be tested for specific genes known to be associated with high risk. We all know that smoking is a big risk factor for developing lung cancer. It is actually right on the Surgeon General's warning on each pack of cigarettes. Smoking tobacco is also associated with head and neck, esophageal, and many other types of cancer. Never starting to use tobacco is the best way to avoid this risk. However, if you are a tobacco user, even if you have already been diagnosed with cancer, there are benefits to quitting. Reduction of your cancer risk begins almost immediately and if you have already been diagnosed, quitting decreases your risk for cancer recurrence as well as it helps you to tolerate your cancer treatments better and heal more quickly. This graph shows the benefits of reducing your risk for cancer by quitting smoking. Now pick a date and start. If you slip back, pick a new date and start stopping again. Keep doing this until you are no longer using a tobacco product. Start by listing all the benefits from quitting smoking, not just the reduction in cancer risk but the dollars saved. Then pick up the phone and ask for help. Counseling is not easy and you will need all the support you can get. Free tobacco replacement products and counseling are available through the quit line and personal counseling is offered through the Freedom from Smoking classes held at Mid-Michigan Health. Being morbidly overweight is a risk factor for many diseases such as heart attack, stroke, and diabetes. It is also now well known that it can be a risk factor for cancer too. Specifically, colon, breast, and endometrial cancers have been shown to be more prevalent in those that are above a healthy weight. We are often told that fruits and vegetables are cancer preventative. That is a myth. Maintaining a healthy weight is supported by having more fruits and vegetables as part of your daily diet. Is organic better? To date, organic fruits and vegetables have not been shown scientifically to be any better than non-organic. Several strains of the human papillomavirus are now linked with a number of cancers. This virus is sexually transmitted and is very common. Many strains are benign or the cause of benign genital warts. But four strains in particular are now directly responsible for much of the cervical and head and neck cancers that are being diagnosed. A vaccination is available and recommended as a three-part injection, beginning in adolescence as part of the childhood vaccination schedule. However, young women who have not been vaccinated should consider vaccination up to age 30 if they have not already done so. Regular checkups with your primary care physician where pap smear is checked can catch precancerous conditions, which can then be treated to avoid the precancer from evolving into a cancer. There are new guidelines available for when to get pap smears, so make sure you have this discussion with your physician and stay on schedule. Screening is a way to find precancerous situations such as a polyp in the colon or dysplasia in a cervix, which can then be treated so that the cancer doesn't get a chance to take hold. Other cancer screenings such as a mammogram serve the purpose to catch a cancer at an early stage when it is most curable. There is a new screening available for lung cancer that can also detect cancer at an early, more curable stage. This is called a low-dose CT and is appropriate for those that are 55 years or older who have smoked at a minimum one pack of cigarettes on average per day for more than 30 years. This select population is at the highest risk of having developed lung cancer and a low-dose CT of the chest can determine over time if there is a nodule that is growing and potentially developing into a cancer. Head and neck cancers can be checked for when you go to the dentist for your regular cleaning. They should be doing an oral cavity exam as well as feeling for lymph nodes. Ask your dentist about this and finally, skin cancer screenings. Your skin is the largest organ in your body. Make sure you do a regular check of your skin with help to see areas that you yourself cannot visualize and bring any changes in your skin to your physician's attention. You are your best screening device. Know your body and report changes to your doctor. Some key takeaways to cancer prevention. First, quit smoking. Second, make sure you talk with your primary care provider to get your age-appropriate cancer screenings. And third, live a healthy lifestyle to maintain a healthy weight. I hope you found this information on cancer screening and prevention helpful. At MidMichigan Health, we celebrate the power of health throughout life with you.


Sean, you had James Garner back on the bench last week, who's fit to return this week and who isn't? Miko illness just making a decision on his strength coming out of illness but trained today. Pato's played another game but still getting that true much sharpness. Dom's around it again with us training but you know still making a decision on when he's truly right to come back in so that'll be as the next few days go on. In terms of Dom being truly right, what do you need to see? Just all the markers you can imagine. There's some statistical markers from his history. There's some training markers from his history as well, from his training regime before we got here. The week that he trained before he was injured and then of course speaking to him as well. It's often the case when especially his players get a little bit older. They start learning more about their bodies and he will have done that. It's a tough run he's had on and off over the last couple of years but you do learn more about your body. So speaking to him and making sure that he feels right about things as well as the medical team. If not this week then looking positive to next week? Well it's early yet he's just gone on the grass with us but he's done a lot of rehab and the stats and facts and the way he's feeling is good. So positive signs that's for sure. Obviously this week we've seen confirmation that Moise Keane has effectively left the club. It just goes in, I suppose it carries on from the fact that with Charleston when in the summer Anthony Gordon went in his transfer window. I appreciate all these deals were done effectively before you arrived at the football club. But what change can you affect Shaun to make sure that in the future this football club doesn't find themselves so short of forward options? Well I'm learning about the past if you like. Decisions, the right's wrongs ins and outs. It's very difficult for sure by the way recruitment I think over the years we've all seen you know not speaking of it and just clubs in general have put lots and lots of money in the situation. It doesn't always work so it's very difficult in general anyway recruiting, recruiting at the right numbers now. I've said many times over these years I've been in the Premier League that the market doesn't care what we think anymore. You either pay it or you don't pay it. So you know figures we used to all probably have a, we could all probably chat through a certain player and probably come out with a similar view on their worth.  So going forward I think open lines of communication with all the relevant people involved that are needed and defining the best options that we can get. What work then is being done now I suppose to bring in the forward options that you want in the summer because I'd imagine that's the priority for you. Well from what I've seen you say about the priorities but every situation has to be looked at because you know we are overloaded in certain areas so it has to be looked at with that as well. Of course striking options that's the plane to see everyone knows that but it's not just about striking options it's about forming a group that can be stronger going forwards. And you know I think there is a good group I said when I got here you know a lot of noise made about striking and of course I understand why and the importance of. But at the end of the day there's a very good group here I believe there's some very very good footballs here and you know I wouldn't go far away from looking at that. But then how can we adjust that of course is the ongoing way that football works so how we can adjust it positively and how we can keep increasing the team belief and the team capacity in winning games obviously. With the players that you have how did you feel DeMarie Gray did in that central striking role last week? Yeah I thought he did well you know we're asking to change a little bit we you know he works hard Neil Moore has been working very hard as well and he's worked great in training this week you know so there's no disappointments there he's got on with it. And I think DeMarie showed signs of what he can do he nicked a goal albeit from the penalty spot but you still get it you know another goal. Yeah so I've enjoyed his open mindedness to it because it's not he has played there but you know it's not always that familiar to him but I thought he delivered a good performance. What did you say to the players as a whole after the game against Nottingham Forest because the incident where you see the second goal conceded after like the Courage trying to be positive with his action on the ball yet ultimately gets caught out for the second goal. So how do you kind of what message do you put across the players because he was effectively doing what you want in trying to be positive in that? Yeah the biggest thing is eradicating what seems simple moments because we made a few like I said they seem simple things and not always as simple when you're out there you know I played for a long time and they're not always as simple when you're at pitch level and it's live and all that sort of stuff. But taking away you know some simple errors but he was terrific on the day and he has been since I walked in the building so I'm certainly not going to overthink his part in that. He's trying to do the right thing as you said it's more of a tactical thing actually because if you want players to play with freedom you want them to counter especially second half as far as we did many times find the key moments and what you're asking for then is the balance of the team. So it's not just the fact that the ball changes hands it's we just stripped the midfield and that's something that we've got to continue to learn about you know when you are counter attacking you still have to be balanced you still have to know what the team role is. And be aware that if the ball turns over in transition you've got to be you've got to be working sharp. So these are all learning curves and it's not about you can't remember the players a lot of these players are wise players have been in the Premier League not all but a lot have been in the Premier League for a long time. They know the details they know it and that's the frustrating bit they know them details are important but the game reminds you how important they are and we've got to make sure that we keep you know because a lot of the performance was correct especially for an away performance I felt. And then these you know we have been and I will say you know you don't cry you're lucky but we've been punished a little bit on a couple of turnovers where you think well because it's still got a bit to do and it could still I mean it's great finish but that can still fly over wide etc etc. You know it's one of them so and we have been punished a couple of times but we want to we want to make sure that we don't put teams in a chance give them a chance to to punish us or us with with attacking play of course. I used must win last week or asked you if he was getting to that. It's every week isn't it? Is that not every week? Kind of similar. I thought so yeah. But there'll be many you turn up and go to some park feeling that it is a must win particularly with the games that you've got to come after that as well. Look every game I've said it every week my mentality has always been every games I must win that's how you should play football in my opinion. Every game pre-season games you should be thinking I need to get myself in that winning feeling I need to work hard to get into that winning mode that's what I believe maybe because I was a limited footballer so I had to have I mean it's sincerely I was I was an okay footballer I had to have that edge I had to have it I had to I knew I did so I played every game like that that's what I thought you know got me right. So every games or should be a big game no matter what game you're playing in because it just reaffirms the mentality constantly and then it becomes normal and when you got that when that normality comes where it's just ingrained in you then that's a very helpful tool to have so that's what I speak to the players about is but you have to earn it of course. You know it's another team out there trying to stop you winning games every game should be the feeling should be and the prep should be it's a big game it's an important game. When it's outside forces like obviously fans they'll be feel nervous about the situation what impact does that have when you've tried to create that kind of bubble within your dressing room. Part of being a footballer is to understand that you know and I think we've got players who certainly do I certainly do as a manager my staff do and that's part of being a professional you know everyone who wants to be a footballer because when you know people who are into football want to be footballers when you kid you want to be a footballer. Well at some point you become a professional footballer the professional bit that's the key you know that's the bit that makes you handle things that's the way that you can conduct yourself and play with freedom even though you know it's professional freedom as I call it when you want to play you want to enjoy it but you know there's a professional responsibility and a job to do. So the players should understand that I certainly do and I'm sure the players do here so that's part of what comes you know part of with the precious stresses the thoughts on football. It's all in the melting pot and part of playing the big games for different reasons of course but they're all big games as I said for me it was normalising that just going right my mental is every time I go out there that's a big game and it's important. So therefore in my opinion when we get that kind of thought process big small games whatever the outside world deems you're ready and that's what I'm trying to encourage the players to think like you know every day counts every game counts. What kind of tests do DeBranford present? Well they've done well they're proving that they're a good outfit they're learning from last season going this season I know the manager a little bit spent a bit of time with him I like what he's done he's not a brand this he plays direct when they need to they can play force football when they need to they can play physically but they can play as well and I think they've got a good mix there so you know that's another challenge right in front of us. But as said you know every team in the Premier League they're there for a reason you know I don't think there's you know teams can have bad spells and stuff but they're not bad teams necessarily so you know yet again the method that we use or what we try and use to plan for these games is making sure that all the necessary information is given to the players they understand the opposition but then what we can do to look after ourselves and get results so that process is ongoing and they're just another side in the Premier League which are a good outfit. Obviously Ivan Tony is a big part of what they do as well how do you feel about a situation though where he's admitted gambling charges and breaking FA rules contested others yet he's still allowed to play. Well I don't know what the exact protocols for that are I've only really been through one situation with Joey a number of years ago that the lapse from when it gets reported about the best then when it happens I can't remember what the time scale was on that off the top of my head. But there will be a reason I'm sure you know these things take time and that's up to the powers of me there's nothing to do with me and so they'll decide when it's right and do whatever they have to do. Thanks Finney we'll go to you. Hi Sean just on Andrews Townsend how far away is he in terms of injury. Yeah I didn't mention him in the injury list just because he's not close really yet whereas he had those coming back into the fold but he's going on steadily obviously he'd had a pretty serious knee injury and had a couple of setbacks with it but it seems to be calming now and he seems to be in a better place with himself with it as well because it gets very frustrating for players when you're out for a long time. You picked up five yellow cards against Forrest and that possibly reflected the sort of game it was. Are you mindful of discipline within the squad and is there a line between being aggressive and being over the top. I actually don't I don't think you see over the top nowadays in football very rarely. I actually didn't think it was a particularly aggressive game. I was surprised by the amount of yellow cards on the day. Sometimes it happens you know with the referee and decisions sometimes it doesn't they let somethings go they don't. I think most most of football and fans with my time out were discussing they like the idea that the refs are now trying to let the game be a little bit more open a little bit more free flowing. It's still still one of them things that's a strange one to me. I mean we did see it actually in the week but you know players have a tackle and get a yellow card play players dive all over the place and get nothing although they sort of beginning to show signs they want to affect that. Still a little bug bearer mine but generally speaking I didn't think there was much in the game to be honest I didn't think it was that much that was untoward. They have to give yellow cards as the modern game they give them for not very much nowadays. Overall looking at the Forrest game how much of a platform does that give you now to take into the Brentford match? Yeah things just the mentality that I've been speaking about since I got here and speaking with the players about you know as a group. The mentality to perform but also to take on whatever comes in front of you or whatever challenge you know the way we work the way that we want to sort of get the team working is a bit tight enough where we can affect games defensively but also loose enough where we can affect openly. And I thought for large parts of the game particularly the first half of Forrest we were very good on both and I thought we were you know a mistake and a soft one against Villar I thought it was a pretty thorough performance to be honest. We've got against Leeds so you know there's strong signs but obviously no one gives you anything you know you don't just win because there's strong signs you win because you get everything right all the way through a 90-odd minute match. Like I've said to you before I said in this room before all of us would take a lucky one now and again all of us anyone but you can't really build on lucky ones you know you've got to build on something that's real and I see something that's real happening. You know I see the team working effectively and efficiently I see the shape getting better working on transition better and beginning to find better ways of operating in the attack in third my interest into the box more quality entrance of the box and now of course you're adding in the final detail the moment of truth when someone takes a chance. And we're beginning to look more effective in different ways you know we don't have never been wanting pure football all the time how many different ways can you affect the opposition that's what I believe is correct about football and that's what we're trying to do. And just away from the first team squad Isaac Price has had a good week been called into the Northern Ireland squad for the first time what are your thoughts on that and have you had a chance to speak to him? Nobody spoke to him I'd speak to other players casually around the training ground and he put a big shift in last week physically we got a bit of a knock so he hadn't trained a couple of days but nothing serious. He's a good young player I mean I'm new to the young group here I've watched one game and tried to get clips another my staff have been to other games so we're trying to pick up the young players as we go but he's been training with the group quite a lot since I've been here. And he looks like a good prospect. Thank you. Go to Shimmerian at the BBC. Hi Sean, what have you made of Brentford's progress and is it a sort of club that teams in the low end of the table should aspire to be like? I'm not sure you aspire to be like anyone I think most teams would have a way of working a format that they trust you know the more of the story Brentford has been learning from you know trying to buy players and making the ups and downs of recruitment. They've come through a spell they've got it right that's obvious with some of the players they've bought in and the manager's doing a great job there as well. And it's a lot of years you know people think it's a recent story it's not it's been going a long time to get it to where it's got to and they've done very well in the bigger picture and the most recent manager's done very well too. And like I said I've spent a bit of time with him you know so I sort of know a bit about him and I like him I think he wants his team to just play real football play hard football play committed and put everything you know on the pitch and I think they've shown signs of that this season and particularly I think it's 12 games they've had so. But you know he's like all Premier League managers he will not be coming to good as some thinking that just rolls on he'll know that he'll have to be ready and his team will have to be ready. Did you learn anything new or different from Thomas? From what sorry? Did you learn anything new or different from him? I wasn't that kind of trip trust me. You've spoken about balance in the team and being tight at the back and more loose up front I assume as the season goes on and the players get more used to what they're doing you expect them to get a little bit more loose up front? It's not really it's not allowance it's just reading the game it's understanding the nature of the game it's the game management you know as you mature as a player and as a group. Knowing the moments when it's when it's more attacking bound knowing the momentum of a game the feel of a game you know that's that kind of things on pitch stuff. You know you can only coach so many things on the training ground it's learning from what the game offers you at any given time. And like I say I thought a forest was a good example of playing very well first half had a 10 minutes when we gave away chances to them really from from silly decisions in the first half but very good first half I thought strong first half. And then second half a different kind of half but I was pleased in the sense apart from a mistake that led to a goal obviously I was pleased with the way we adapted to that because they tried to play forwards a lot tried to chip it forwards over ads we kept turning back and then counter it and then your only question the moments of truth you know because we got in so many good positions against Forest second half to go and find the final pass the final finish etc etc. That's the next stage of the team building you know because I've been pleased with the physicality that's the stats my eyes prove that but the stats as well. You know the running power of the group has improved in the way that we have to go about our business I mean the shape's been good the belief in the shape the belief in what they're doing. And now it's the details you know that's the next step how can you find the right details but but the markers are quite strong you know getting balls into better areas getting more bodies in the box getting more quality going into the box. The markers there but you still got to go and finish them chances and keep the backdoor shut whilst you're attacking. Because obviously your wins have also all been by a single goal so is there a manager's dream now manager's dreaming I'll tell you speak to the best manager they love a 1-0 trust me. I can imagine they do but it's a 1-0 it's a scoreline you can never guarantee if there's a mentality with the players. You can never guarantee any score you know unless you're miles away and if a man's sitting when they're four up they're probably going to see that one but there aren't many. So don't worry about scorelines it's how you're handling a game how you're managing a game and how you're managing your performance. What I do know is the relentless mentality I want from the players and we've been speaking about that a lot you know that relentless mentality. Anything's achievable at any given moment in a game so we take on the game to the last breath and like I say an error here and there particularly as far as there's no absolutely physically a very very strong performance. The energy of the side the shape of the side but then details are important. Thank you. Hi Sean. Here's a lot about Donner-Covallan's fitness but how's he being behind the scenes mentally because it can't be easy the amount of setbacks he's had and I'm sure he's aware of the question you're being fired every week towards him. Yeah he seems okay to me. You know we shared a few fashion ideas like you do and he's pointing me in the right direction. You mentioned Brentford's recruiter there. Obviously he went out and got Ivan Tony when he was playing league one for Brentford's for Peterborough Beggypard and all the other in the championship at the time but do you think dipping down to the lower leagues can be something Everton can utilise a little bit more you know in the past. Like John Stone, Tim Kale. A lot of them players though you know it's one of them funny footballers when they sign for clubs often become mythical figures because it's like he just arrived on the scene. His journey has been started from Northampton Town years ago. Getting a pretty big move to Newcastle, not really getting it sorted there. Then having to really learn his trade you know and earn the right to keep going up the ladder. When he did they didn't pay like 800 grand for him you know they paid like 8 million or something. There's a lot of money for a player coming out of Peterborough at that time and then it still took him time to build on the back of that. So you know it's not a you know it's poor water on players like him. He's worked very hard for his career that's for sure and done very well. Just finally as a price you mentioned him earlier where are you with contracts with him? Just you know ongoing discussions you know because I've still pretty new to it really being in here I mean. So just chatting with the right people at the right time seeing what you know develops. And then you know obviously over the coming weeks we'll analyse it more deeply and more in more detail sorry. But all the players know the situation or their situation.


36 Mr. Briggerland did not enthuse over any form of sport or exercise. His hobbies were confined to the handsome motorcycle which not only provided him with recreation, but had, on occasion, been of assistance in the carrying out of important plans formulated by his daughter. He stopped at Montaigne for breakfast and climbed the hill to Grimaldi after passing the frontier station at Pont St. Louis. He had all the morning before him and there was no great hurry. At Ventimiglia he had a second breakfast, for the morning was keen and his appetite was good. He loafed through the little town with a cigar between his teeth, bought some curios at a shop and continued his leisurely journey. His objective was San Remo. There was a train at one o'clock which would bring him and his machine back to Monte Carlo where it was his intention to spend the remainder of the afternoon. At Pont St. Louis he had a talk with a customs officer. No I'm sure there are very few travelers on the road in the morning, said the official. It is not until late in the afternoon that the traffic begins. Times have changed on the Riviera and so many people go to Cannes. The old road is almost now deserted. At eleven o'clock Mr. Brigolins came to a certain part of the road and found a hiding place for his motorcycle, a small plantation of olive trees on the hillside. Incidentally it was an admirable resting place, for from here he commanded an extensive view of the western road. Lydia's journey had been no less enjoyable. She too had stopped at Montaigne to explore the town and had left Pont St. Louis an hour after Mr. Brigolins had passed. The road to San Remo runs under the shadow of steep hills through a bleak stretch of country from which even the industrious peasantry of northern Italy cannot win a livelihood. Save for isolated patches of cultivated land the hills are bare and menacing. With these gaunt plateau on one side and the rock-struined seashore on the other there was little to hold the eye save an occasional glimpse of the Italian town in the far distance. There was a wild uncouthness about the scenery which awed the girl. Sometimes the car would be running so near the sea level that the spray of the waves hit the windows. Sometimes it would climb over an out-judding headland and she would look down upon a bouldered beach a hundred feet below. It was on the crest of a headland that the car stopped. Ahead it slipped round the shoulder of a high and overhanging mass of rock through which the road must have been cut. Behind it dipped down to a cove hidden from site. There is the lover's chair, mademoiselle, said Morden. Half a dozen feet beneath the road-level was a broad shelf of rock. A few stone steps led down and she followed them. The lover's chair was carved in the face of the rock and she sat down to view the beauty of the scene. The solitude, the stillness which only the lazy waves broke, the majesty of the setting, brought a strange peace to her. Beyond the edge of the ledge the cliff fell sheer to the water and she shivered as she stepped back from her inspection. Morden did not see her go. He sat on the running board of his car, his pale face between his hands, a prey to his own gloomy thoughts. There must be a development, he told himself. He was beginning to get uneasy and for the first time he doubted the sincerity of the woman who had been to him as a goddess. He did not hear Mr. Brickerland for the dark man was light afoot when he came round the shoulder of the hill. Morden's back was toward him. Suddenly the chauffeur looked round. Mashaire, he stammered and would have risen, but Brickerland laid his hand on his shoulder. Do not rise, Francois, he said pleasantly. I am afraid I was hasty last night. Mashaire, it was I who was hasty, said Morden huskily. It was unpardonable. Nonsense! Brickerland patted the man's shoulder. What is that boat out there? A man of war, Francois? Francois Morden turned his head toward the sea and Brickerland pointed the ivory-handled pistol he had held behind his back and shot him dead. The report of the revolver thrown down by the rocks came to Lydia like a clap of thunder. At first he thought it was a tire burst and hurried up the steps to sea. Mr. Brickerland was standing with his back to the car. At his feet was the tumbled body of Morden. Mr. Brick! she gasped and saw the revolver in his hand. With a cry she almost flung herself down the steps as the revolver exploded. The bullet ripped her hat from her head and she flung up her hands thinking she had been struck. Then the dark face showed over the parapet and again the revolver was presented. She stared for a second into his benevolent eyes. And then something hit her violently and she staggered back and dropped over the edge of the shelf, down, straight down, into the sea below. CHAPTER 37 Probably Jean Brickerland never gave a more perfect representation of shock surprise than when old Jaggs announced that he was Jack Glover. Mr. Glover! she said incredulously. If you'll be kind enough to release my hands, said Jack savagely, I will convince you. Jean all meekness obeyed and presently he stood up with a groan. You've nearly blinded me, he said, turning to the glass. If I'd known it was you. Don't make me laugh, he snapped. Of course you knew who it was. He took off the wig and peeled the beard from his face. Was that very painful, she asked sympathetically, and Jack snorted. How was I to know that it was you, she demanded, virtuously indignant. I thought you were a wicked old man. He thought nothing of the sort, Miss Brickerland, said Jack. You knew who I was and you guessed why I had taken on this disguise. I was not many yards from you when it suddenly dawned upon you that I could not sleep at Lydia Meredith's flat unless I went there in the guise of an old man. Why should you want to sleep at her flat at all, she asked innocently. It doesn't seem to me to be a very proper ambition. That is an unnecessary question, and I'm wasting my time when I answer you, said Jack sternly. I went there to save her life to protect her against your murderous plots. My murderous plots, she repeated aghast. You surely don't know what you're saying. I know this, and his face was not pleasant to see. I have sufficient evidence to secure the arrest of your father, and possibly yourself. For months I have been working on that first providential accident of yours, the rich Australian who'd died with such remarkable suddenness. I may not get you in the Meredith case, and I may not be able to jail you for your attacks on Mrs. Meredith, but I have enough evidence to hang your father for the earlier crime. Her face was blank, expressionless. Never before had she been brought up short with such a threat as the man was uttering, nor had she ever been in danger of detection. And all the time she was eyeing him so steadily, not a muscle of her face moving, her mind was groping back into the past, examining every detail of the crime he had mentioned, seeking for some flaw in the carefully prepared plan which had brought a good man to a violent and untimely end. That kind of bluff doesn't impress me, she said at last. You're in a poor way when you have to invent crimes to attach to me. We'll go into that later. Where is Lydia? He said shortly. I tell you I don't know, except that she has gone out for a drive. I expect her back very soon. Is your father with her? She shook her head. No, father went out early. I don't know who gave you authority to cross-examine me. Why, Jack Glover, you have all the importance of a French examining magistrate. She smiled. You may learn how important they are soon, he said significantly. Where is your chauffeur, Morden? He has gone, too. In fact, he is driving Lydia. Why? She asked with a little tightening of heart. She had only just been in time, she thought. So they had associated Morden with the forgery. His first words confirm this suspicion. There is a warrant for Morden which will be executed as soon as he returns, said Jack. We have been able to trace him in London and also the woman who presented the check. We know his movements from the time he left Nice by airplane for Paris to the time he returned to Nice. The people who change the money for him will swear to his identity. If he expected to start over, he was disappointed. She raised her eyebrows. I can't believe it is possible. Morden was such an honest man, she said. We trusted him implicitly, and never once did he betray our trust. Now, Mr. Glover, she said coolly, might I suggest that an interview with a gentleman in my bedroom is not calculated to increase my servant's respect for me? Will you go downstairs and wait until I come? You'll not attempt to leave this house, he said, and she laughed. Really, you're going on like one of those infallible detectives one reads about in the popular magazines, she said a little contemptuously. You have no authority, whatever, to keep me from leaving this house, and nobody knows that better than you. But you needn't be afraid. Sit on the stairs if you like until I come down. When he had gone, she rang the bell for her maid and handed her an envelope. I shall be in the saloon, talking to Mr. Glover, she said in a low voice. I want you to bring this in and say that you found it in the hall." Yes, Miss, said the woman. Jean proceeded leisurely to her toilet. In the struggle her dress had been torn and she changed it for a pale green silk gown, and Jack pacing in the hall below was on the point of coming up to discover if she had made her escape when she sailed serenely down the stairs. I should like to know one thing, Mr. Glover, she said as she went into the saloon. What do you intend doing?  Are you going to spirit Lydia away from us? Of course, I know you're in love with her and all that sort of thing. His face went pink. I am not in love with Mrs. Meredith, you lied. Don't be silly, she said practically. Of course you're in love with her. My first job is to get that money back and you're going to help me," he said. Of course I'm going to help you, she agreed. If Morton has been such a scoundrel he must suffer the consequence. I'm sure that you are too clever to have made any mistake. Poor Morton. I wonder what made him do it because he is such a good friend of Lydia's, and seriously, Mr. Glover, I do think Lydia is being indiscreet. You made that remark before, he said quietly. Not perhaps you'll explain what you mean. She shrugged her shoulders. They are always about together. I saw them strolling on the lawn last night until quite a late hour, and I was so scared lest Mrs. Cole Mortimer noticed it too. Which means that Mrs. Cole Mortimer did not notice it. You're clever, Jean. Even as you invent you make preparations to refute any evidence that the other side can produce. I don't believe a word you say. There was a knock at the door and the maid entered bearing a letter on a salver. This was addressed to you, Miss. She said it was on the whole table. Didn't you see it? No, said Jean in surprise. She took the letter, looked down at the address, and opened it. He saw a look of amazement and horror come to her face. Good God, gasp, Jean. What is it, he said, springing up. She stared at the letter again and from the letter to him. Read it, she said in a hollow voice. Dear Madame Azelle, I have returned from London and have confessed to Madame Meredith that I have forged her name and have drawn one hundred thousand pounds from her bank, and now I have learnt that Madame Meredith loves me. There is only one end to this, that which you see. Jack read the letter twice. It is in his writing, too, he muttered. It's impossible, incredible. I tell you, I've had Mrs. Meredith under my eyes all the time she has been here. Is there a letter from her, he asked suddenly? But no. It's impossible, impossible. I haven't been into her room. Will you come up with me? He followed her up the stairs and into Lydia's big bedroom and the first thing that caught his eye was a sealed letter on a table near the bed. He picked it up. It was addressed to him in Lydia's handwriting and feverishly he tore it open. His face, when he had finished reading, was as white as hers had been. Where have they gone, he asked? They went to San Remo. By car? Of course. Without a word he turned and ran down the stairs out of the house. The taxi that had brought him in the roll of jags had gone, but down the road a dozen yards away was the car he had hired on the day he came to Monte Carlo. He gave instructions to the driver and jumped in. The car sped through Montaugh, stopped only the briefest while at the customs barrier, whilst Jack pursued his inquiries. Yes, a lady had passed, but she had not returned. How long ago? Perhaps an hour perhaps less. At top speed the big car thundered along the sea road, twisting and turning, diving into valleys and climbing steep headlines, and then rounding a corner Jack saw the car and a little crowd about it. His heart turned to stone as he leapt to the road. He saw the backs of two Italian gendarmes and pushing aside the little knot of idlers he came into the center of the group and stopped. Morden lay on his face in a pool of blood, and one of the policemen was holding an ivory-handled revolver. It was with this that the crime was committed, he said in Florida, Italian. Three of the chambers are empty. Now, at home were the other two discharged. Jack reeled and gripped the mug guard of the car for support. Then his eyes strayed to the opening in the wall which ran onto the seaward side of the road. He walked to the parapet and looked over. And the first thing he saw was a torn hat and veil. And he knew it was Lydia's. End of Chapter 37 Chapter 38 of The Angel of Terror. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Angel of Terror by Edgar Wallace Chapter 38 Mr. Briggerland, killing time on the quay at Monaco, saw the jungle queen come into harbour and watched Marcus land carrying his lines in his hand. As Marcus came abreast of him he called and Mr. Stepney looked round with a start. Hello, Briggerland, he said, swallowing something. Well, have you been fishing? Asked Mr. Briggerland in his most paternal manner. Yes, admitted Marcus. Did you catch anything? Stepney nodded. Only one, he said. Hard luck, said Mr. Briggerland with a smile. But where is Mrs. Meredith? I understood she was going out with you today. She went to San Remo, said Stepney shortly, and the other nodded. To be sure, he said, I had forgotten that. Later he bought a copy of the Niswas and learned of the tragedy on the San Remo Road. It brought him back to the house of visibly agitated man. This is shocking news, my dear, he panted into the saloon and stood stock still at the sight of Mr. Jack Glover. Come in, Briggerland, said Jack without ceremony. There was a man with him, a tall, keen Frenchman whom Briggerland recognized as the chief detective of the prefecture. We want you to give an account of your actions. My actions, said Mr. Briggerland indignantly. Do you associate me with this dreadful tragedy?  Why did I ever allow that villain even to speak to poor Lydia? Nevertheless, mature, said the tall man quietly, you must tell us where you have been. That is easily explained. I went to San Remo. By road? Yes, by road, said Mr. Briggerland on my motor bicycle. What time did you arrive in San Remo? At midday, or it might have been a quarter of an hour before. You know that the murder must have been committed at half past 11, said Jack. So the newspapers tell me. Where did you go in San Remo, asked the detective. I went to a cafe and had a glass of wine. Then I strolled about the town and lunched at the Victoria. I caught the one o'clock train to Monte Carlo. Did you hear nothing of the murder? Not a word, said Mr. Briggerland, not a word. Did you see the car? Mr. Briggerland shook his head. I left some time before poor Lydia, he said softly. Did you know of any attachment between the chauffeur and your guest? I had no idea such a thing existed.  Your daughter says that they were frequently together. Did you notice this? Yes, I did notice it. But my daughter and I are very democratic. We have made a friend of Morton. And I suppose what would have seemed familiar to you would pass unnoticed with us. Yes, I certainly do remember my poor friend and Morton walking together in the garden. Is this yours? The detective took from behind a curtain an old British rifle. Yes, that is mine, admitted Briggerland, without a moment's hesitation. It is one I bought in Amia, a souvenir of our gallant soldiers. I know I quite understand your patriotic motive in purchasing it, said the detective dryling. But will you tell us how this passed from your possession? I haven't the slightest notion, said Mr. Briggerland, in surprise. I had no idea it was lost. I'd lost sight of it for some weeks. Can it be that Morton? But no, I must not think so evilly of him. What were you going to suggest, asked Jack, that Morton fired at Mrs. Meredith when she was on the swimming raft?  It was you who fired, and it was I who knocked you out. Mr. Briggerland's face was a study. I can't understand why you make such a wild and unfounded charge, he said gently. Perhaps, my dear, you could elucidate this mystery. Jean had not spoken since he entered.  She shook her head. I know nothing about the rifle, and did not even know you possessed one, she said. But please answer all their questions, father. I am as anxious as you are to get to the bottom of this dreadful tragedy. Have you told my father about the letters which were discovered? The detective shook his head. I have not seen your father until he arrived this moment, he said. Letters? Mr. Briggerland looked at his daughter. Did poor Lydia leave a letter? She nodded. I think Mr. Glover will tell you, father, she said. Poor Lydia had an attachment for Morden. It is very clear what happened. They went out today, never intending to return. Mrs. Meredith had no intention of going to the lover's chair until you suggested the trip to her subject quietly. Mrs. Cole Mortimer is very emphatic on that point. Has the body been found? Asked Mr. Briggerland. Nothing has been found, but the chauffeur said the detective. After a few more questions he took Jack outside. It looks very much to me as though it were one of those crimes of passion which are so frequent in this country, he said. Morden was a Frenchman, and I have been able to identify him by tattoo marks on his arm as a man who has been in the hands of the police many times. You think there is no hope? The detective shrugged his shoulders. We're dragging the pool. There is very deep water under the rock, but the chances are that the body has been washed out to sea. There is clearly no evidence against these people except yours. The letters might, of course, have been forged, but you say you are certain that the writing is Mrs. Meredith. Jack nodded. They were walking down the road towards the officer's waiting car when Jack asked. May I see that letter again? The detective took it from his pocketbook, and Jack stopped and scanned it. Yes, it is her writing, he said, and then uttered an exclamation. Do you see that? He pointed eagerly to two little marks before the words, dear friend. Quotation marks, said the detective, puzzled. Why did she write that? I've got it, said Jack. The story. Mademoiselle Briggerlin told me she was writing a story, and I remember she said she had writer's cramp. Suppose she dictated a portion of the story to Mrs. Meredith. And suppose in that story there occurred this letter. Lydia would have put the quotation marks mechanically. The detective took the letter from his hand. It is possible, he said. The writing is very even. It shows no sign of agitation, and of course the character's initials might be LM. It is an ingenious hypothesis, and not wholly improbable, but if this were a part of the story, there would be other sheets. Would you like me to search the house? Jack shook his head. She's much too clever to have them in the house, he said. More likely she's put them in the fire. What fire? Asked the detective dryly. These houses have no fires, they're central heated. Unless she went to the kitchen. Which she wouldn't do, said Jack thoughtfully. No, she'd burn them in the garden. The detective nodded, and they returned to the house. Jean, deep in conversation with her father, saw them reappear, and watched them as they walked slowly across the lawn toward the trees, their eyes fixed on the ground. What are they looking for, she asked with a frown? I'll go and see, said Briggerling, but she caught his arm. Do you think they'll tell you, she asked sarcastically? She ran up to her own room and watched them from behind a curtain. Presently they passed out of sight to the other side of the house, and she went into Lydia's room and overlooked them from there. Suddenly she saw the detective stoop and pick up something from the ground, and her teeth set. The burnt story, she said. I never dreamt they'd look for that. It was only a scrap they found, but it was in Lydia's writing, and the pencil mark was clearly visible on the char dashes. Laura Martin read the detective. L. M. And there are the words tragic and remorse. From the remainder of the charred fragments they collected nothing of importance. Jean watched them disappear along the avenue and went down to her father. I had a fright, she said. You look as if you still got it, he said. He eyed her keenly. She shook her head. Father, you must understand that this adventure may end disastrously. There are ninety-nine chances against the truth being known, but it is the extra chance that is worrying me. We ought to have settled Lydia more quietly, more naturally. There was too much melodrama and shooting, but I don't see how we could have done anything else. Martin was very tiresome. Where did Glover come from, asked Mr. Briggerland? He's been here all the time, said the girl. What? She nodded. He was old Jags. I had an idea he was, but I was certain when I remembered that he had stayed at Lydia's flat. He put down his teacup and wiped his lips with a silk handkerchief. I wish this business was over, he said fretfully. It looks as if we shall have trouble. Of course we shall, she said coldly. You didn't expect to get a fortune of six hundred thousand pounds without trouble, did you? I daresay we shall be suspected, but it takes a lot of suspicion to worry me. We'll be in calm water soon, for the rest of our lives. I hope so, he said, without any great conviction. Mrs. Cole Mortimer was prostrate and in bed, and Jean had no patience to see her. She herself ordered the dinner, and they had finished when a visitor in the shape of Mr. Marcus Stetney came in. It was unusual of Marcus to appear at the dinner hour, except in evening dress, and she remarked the fact, wonderingly. Can I have a word with you, Jean, he asked? What is it? What is it? asked Mr. Brigadine Testily. Haven't we had enough mysteries? Marcus, item without favor. We'll have another one, if you don't mind, he said, unpleasantly, and the girl, whose every sense was alert, picked up a wrap and walked into the garden with Marcus following on her heels. Ten minutes passed, and they did not return. A quarter of an hour went by, and Mr. Brigadine grew uneasy. He got up from his chair, put down his book, and was halfway across the room when the door opened, and Jack Glover came in, followed by the detective. It was the Frenchman who spoke. Monsieur Brigadine, I have a warrant from the prefect of the Alt-Mauri team for your arrest. My arrest? spluttered the dark man, his teeth chattering. What, what is a charge? The willful murder of Francois Morden, said the officer.  I have no knowledge of any. His words sank into a throaty gurgle, and he stared past the detective. Lydia Meredith was standing in the doorway. End of Chapter 38 Chapter 39 of The Angel of Terror This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org The Angel of Terror by Edgar Wallace Chapter 39 The morning for Mr. Stepney had been doubly disappointing. Again and again he drew up an empty line, and at last he flung the tackle into the well of the launch. Even the damn fish won't bite, he said, and the humor of his remark cheered him. He was ten miles from the shore, and the blue coast was a dim ragged line on the horizon. He pulled out a big launchin' basket from the cabin, and eyed it with disfavor. It had cost him two hundred francs. He opened the basket, and at the sight of its contents was inclined to reconsider his earlier view that he had wasted his money, the more so since the major de-hotel had thoughtfully included two quart bottles of champagne. Mr. Marcus Stepney made a hearty meal, and by the time he had dropped an empty bottle into the sea he was inclined to take a more cheerful view of life. He threw over the debris of the lunch, pushed the basket under one of the seats of the cabin, pulled up his anchor, and started the engines running. The sky was a brighter blue, and the sea held a finer sparkle, and he was inclined to take a view of even Gene Briggerland more generous than any he had held. Little devil. He smiled reminiscently as he murmured the words. He opened the second bottle of champagne in her honor. Mr. Marcus Stepney was usually an epistemious man, and drank solemnly, if not soberly, her health and happiness. As the sun grew warmer he began to feel an unaccountable sleepiness. He was sober enough to know that to fall asleep in the middle of the ocean was to ask for trouble, and he set the bow of the jungle queen for the nearest beach, hoping to find a landing-place. He found something better as he skirted the shore. The sea and the weather had scooped out a big hollow under a high cliff, a hollow just big enough to take the jungle queen and deep and still enough to ensure her a safe anchorage. A rock barrier interposed between the breakers in this deep pool, which the waves had hollowed in the stony floor of the ocean. As he dropped his anchor he disturbed a school of fish and his angling instincts reawoke. He let down his line over the side, seated himself comfortably in one of the two big basket-chairs, and was dozing comfortably. It was the sound of a shot that woken. It was followed by another, and a third. Almost immediately something dropped from the cliff and fell with a mighty splash into the water. Marcus was wide awake now, and almost sobered. He peered down into the clear depths and saw a figure of a woman turning over and over. Then as it floated upwards it came on its back and he saw the face. Without a moment's hesitation he dived into the water. He would have been wiser if he had waited until she floated to the surface, for now he found a difficulty in regaining the boat. After a great deal of trouble he managed to reach into the launch and pull out of rope, which he fastened around the girl's waist and drew tight to a small stanchion. Then he climbed into the boat himself and pulled her after him. He thought at first she was dead, but listening intently he heard the beating of her heart and searched the luncheon basket for a small flask of liqueurs, which alphonse the head waiter had packed. He put the bottle to her lips and poured a small quantity into her mouth. She choked convulsively and presently opened her eyes. Your amongst friends, said Marcus unnecessarily.  It all came back to her in a flash and the horror of it froze her blood. What has happened to you, asked Marcus? I don't know exactly, she said faintly. And then—oh, it was dreadful—dreadful! Marcus Stepney offered her the flask of liqueurs, and when she shook her head he helped himself liberally. Lydia was conscious of a pain in her left shoulder. The sleeve was torn and across the thick of the arm there was an ugly, raw wheel. It looks like a bullet mark to me, said Marcus Stepney, suddenly graved. I heard a shot. Did somebody shoot at you? She nodded. Who? She tried to frame the word, but no sound came, and then she burst into a fit of weeping. Not Jane, he asked hoarsely. She shook her head. Briggerland? She nodded. Briggerland! Mr. Stepney whistled, and as he whistled he shivered. Let's get out of here, he said. We shall catch our death of cold. The sun will warm us up. He started the engines going and safely navigated the narrow passage to the open sea. He had to get a long way out before he could catch a glimpse of the road. Then he saw the car and a cycling policeman disbounding and bending over something. He put away his telescope and turned to the girl. This is bad, Mrs. Meredith, he said. Thank God I wasn't in it. Where are you taking me? she asked. I'm taking you out to sea, said Marcus, with a little smile. Don't get scared, Mrs. Meredith. I want to hear that story of yours, and if it is anything like what I fear, then it would be better for you that Briggerland thinks you are dead. She told the story as far as she knew it, and he listened, not interrupting, until she had finished. Morden dead, eh? That's bad. But how on earth are they going to explain it? I suppose, he said with a smile, you didn't write a letter saying you were going to run away with the chauffeur. She sat up at this. I did write a letter, she said slowly. It wasn't a real letter, it was in a story which Jean was dictating.  How awful, she said. I can't believe it even now. Tell me about the story, said the man quickly. It was a story she was writing for a London magazine, and her wrist hurt, and I wrote it down as she dictated. Only about three pages, but one of the pages was a letter supposed to have been written by the heroine, saying that she was going away as she loved somebody who was beneath her socially. Good God, said Marcus, genuinely shocked. Did Jean do that? He seemed absolutely crushed by the realization of Jean Briggerland's deed, and he did not speak again for a long time. I'm glad I know, he said at last.  He nodded. She has used everybody, even me, he said bitterly. I don't want you to think badly of me, Mrs. Meredith, but I'm going to tell you the truth. I'd provisioned this little yacht today for a 1200-mile trip, and you were to be my companion. I, she said incredulously. It was Jean's idea, really, though I think she must have altered her view, or thought I had forgotten all she suggested.  He shook his head. I don't think I could have done it, really, he said, speaking half to himself. I'm not really built for a conspirator. None of that rough stuff ever appealed to me. Well, I didn't try anyway. No, Mr. Stepney, she said quietly, and I don't think if you had you would have succeeded. He was in his frankest mood and startled her later when he told her of his profession without attempting to excuse or minimize the method by which he earned his livelihood. I was in a pretty bad way, and I thought there was easy money coming, and that rather tempted me, he said. I know you will think I am a despicable cad, but you can't think too badly of me, really. He surveyed the shore, ahead of them the green tongue of Cap Martin jutted out into the sea. I think I'll take you to Nice, he said. We'll attract less attention there, and probably I'll be able to get in touch with your old Mr. Jags. You've no idea where I can find him? At any rate, I can go to the Villa Casa and discover what sort of yarn is being told. And probably I can get my clothes dry, she said with a little grimace. I wonder if you know how uncomfortable I am. Pretty well, he said calmly. Every time I move a new stream of water runs down my back. It was half past three in the afternoon when they reached Nice, and Marcus saw the girl safely to a hotel, changed himself, and brought the yacht back to Monaco, where Briggerland had seen him. For two hours Marcus Steppany wrestled with his love for a girl who was plainly a murderous, and in the end, love won. When darkness fell he provisioned the Jungle Queen, loaded her with petrol, and heading her out to sea made the swimming-cove of Cap Martin. It was to the boat that Jean flew. What about my father, she asked as she stepped aboard? I think they've caught him, said Marcus. He'll hate prisons, said the girl complacently.  End of Chapter 39 Chapter 40 OF THE ANGEL OF TERROR This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. THE ANGEL OF TERROR by Edgar Wallace Chapter 40 Lydia took up her quarters in a quiet hotel in Nice, and Mrs. Cole Mortimer agreed to stay on and chaperone her. Though she had felt no effects from her terrifying experience on the first day, she found herself a nervous wreck when she woke in the morning and wisely decided to stay in bed. Jack, who had expected the relapse called in a doctor, but Lydia refused to see him. The next day she received the lawyer. She had only briefly outlined the part which Marcus Stepney had played in her rescue, but she had said enough to make Jack call at Stepney's hotel to thank him in person. Mr. Stepney, however, was not at home. He had not been home all night, but this information, his discreet informant, did not volunteer. Nor was the disappearance of the Jungle Queen noticed for two days. It was Mrs. Cole Mortimer and settling up her accounts with Jack, who mentioned the yacht. The Jungle Queen, said Jack. That's the motor launch, isn't it? I've seen her lying in the harbour. I thought she was Stepney's property. His suspicions aroused. He called again at Stepney's hotel, and this time his inquiry was backed by the presence of a detective. Then it was made known that Mr. Stepney had not been seen since the night of Brigoland's arrest. That is where they've gone. Stepney was very keen on the girl, I think, said Jack. The detective was annoyed. If I'd known before we could have intercepted them, we have several destroyers in the harbour at Villa France. Now I am afraid it is too late. Where would they make for, asked Jack. The officer shrugged his shoulders. God knows, he said, they could get into Italy or into Spain. Possibly Barcelona. I'll telegraph the chief of the police there. But the Barcelona police had no information to give. The Jungle Queen had not been cited. The weather was calm, the sea smooth, and everything favourable for the escape. Inquiries elicited the fact that Mr. Stepney had bought large quantities of petrol a few days before his departure, and had augmented his supply the evening he had left. Also he had bought provisions in considerable quantities. The murder was a week old and Mr. Bergerland had undergone his preliminary examination when a wire came through from the Spanish police that a motorboat answering the description of the Jungle Queen had called at Málaga had provisioned, refilled, and put out to sea again before the police authorities who had a description of the pair had time to investigate. You'll think I have a diseased mind, said Lydia. But I hope she gets away. Jack laughed. If you had been with her much longer, Lydia, she would have turned you into a first-class criminal, he said. I hope you do not forget that she has exactly a hundred thousand pounds of yours, in other words, a sixth of your fortune. Lydia shook her head. That is almost a comforting thought, she said. I know she is what she is, Jack, but her greatest crime is that she was born six hundred years too late, if she had lived in the days of the Italian Renaissance she would have made history. Your sympathy is immoral, said Jack. By the way, Bergerland has been handed over to the Italian authorities. The crime was committed on Italian soil, and that saves his head from falling into the basket. She shuddered. What will they do to him? He'll be imprisoned for life, was the reply, and I rather think that's a little worse than the guillotine. You say you worry for Jean? I'm rather sorry for old man Bergerland. If he hadn't tried to live up to his daughter, he might have been a most respectable member of society. They were strolling to the quaint, narrow streets of Grasse, and Jack, who knew and loved the town, was showing her sights which made her forget that the perfumery factory, the mecca of the average tourist, had any existence. I suppose I'll have to settle down now, she said with an expression of distaste. I suppose you will, said Jack, and you'll have to settle up too. Your legal expenses are something fierce. Why do you say that? She asked, stopping in her walk and looking at him gravely. I am speaking as your mercenary lawyer, said Jack. You are trying to put your service on another level, she corrected. I owe everything I have to you. My fortune is the least of these.  Four, he corrected, and DeMarcus Stepney wants. Why have you done so much for me? Were you interested? She asked after a pause. Barry, he replied. I was interested in you from the moment I saw you step out of Mr. Morton's taxi into the mud, but I was especially interested in you. When, she asked. When I sat outside your door night after night and discovered you didn't snore, he said shamelessly, and she went red. I hope you'll never refer to your old jags as adventures. It was Barry. What? I was going to say horrid, but I shouldn't be telling the truth, she admitted frankly. I liked having you there. Poor Mrs. Morton will be disconsolate when she discovers that we've lost our lodger. They walked into the cool of the ancient cathedral and sat down. There's something very soothing about a church, isn't there? He whispered. Look at that gorgeous window.  How rich would you have to be? She asked. As rich as she is. She bent over toward him, her lips against his ear.  And I'll give away all I have in excess of that amount. He caught her hand and held it fast. And they sat there before the altar of St. Catherine until the sun went down and the disapproving old woman who acted as the cathedral's caretaker tapped them on the shoulder. End of Chapter 40 Chapter 41 of The Angel of Terror This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org The Angel of Terror by Edgar Wallace Chapter 41 That is Gibraltar, said Marcus Stepney, pointing ahead to a gray shape that loomed up from the sea. He was unshaven, for he had forgotten to bring his razor, and he was pinched with a cold. His overcoat was turned up to his ears, in spite of which he shivered. Jean did not seem to be affected by the sudden change of temperature. She sat on the top of the cabin, her chin in the palm of her hand, her elbow on her crossed knee. You are not going into Gibraltar, she asked. He shook his head. I think not, he said, nor to Elgis Cirrus. Did you see that fellow on the quay yelling for the craft to come back after we left Malaga? That was a bad sign. I expect the police have instructions to detain this boat, and most of the ports must have been notified. How long can we run? We've got enough gas and grub to reach Dhaka, he said. That's roughly an eight days journey. On the African coast? He nodded, although she could not see him. Where could we get a ship to take us to South America, she asked, turning round? Lisbon, he said thoughtfully. Yes, we could reach Lisbon, but there are too many steamers about and we're certain to be sighted. We might run across to Las Palmas, most of the South American boats call there, but if I were you I should stick to Europe. Come and take this helm, Jean. She obeyed without question and he continued the work which had been interrupted by a late meal, the painting of the boat's hull, a difficult business involving acrobatics since it was necessary for him to lean over the side. He had bought the great paint at Malaga and happily there was not much surface that required attention. The stumpy mast of the jungle queen had already gone overboard, he had sawn it off with great labour the day after they had left Cap Martin. She watched him with a speculative eye as he worked and thought he had never looked quite so unattractive as he did within eight days' growth of beard his shirt stained with paint and petrol. His hands were grimy and nobody would have recognised in this scarecrow that elegant habitué of those fashionable resorts which smart society frequents. Yet she had reason to be grateful to him. His conduct toward her had been irreproachable. Not one word of love had been spoken nor until now had their future plans for it affected them both been discussed. Suppose we reach South America safely, she asked. What happens then, Marcus? He looked around from his work in surprise. We'll get married, he said quietly. And she laughed. And what happens to the present, Mrs. Stepney? She has divorced me, said Stepney unexpectedly. I got the papers the day we left. I see, said Jean Softley. We'll get married. Then stopped. He looked at her and frowned. Isn't that your idea, too, he asked? Married? Yes, that's my idea, too. It seems a queer, uninteresting way of finishing things, doesn't it? And yet I suppose it isn't. He had resumed his work and was leaning far over the bow and ten up on his labour. Suddenly she spun the wheel round and the launch healed over to starboard. For a second it seemed that Marcus Stepney could not maintain his balance against that unexpected impetus but by a superhuman effort he kicked himself back to safety and stared at her with a blanched face. Why did you do that, he asked Horsley? You nearly have me overboard! There was a porpoise lying on the surface of the sea asleep, I think, she said quietly. I'm very sorry, Marcus, but I didn't know that it would throw you off your balance. He looked round for the sleeping fish, but it had disappeared.  Did I really put you in any danger? He licked his dry lips, picked up the paint pot, and threw it into the sea. We'll leave this, he said, until we are beached. You gave me a scare, Jean. I'm dreadfully sorry, she said. Come here and sit by me. She moved to allow him room and he sat down by her, taking the wheel from her hand. On the horizon the highlands of northern Africa were showing their saw-edge outlines. That is Morocco, he pointed out to her. I propose giving Gibraltar a wide berth and following the coastline to Tangier.  It is our being together in this shot that is likely to cause suspicion. You could easily pretend that you'd come over from Gibraltar in the port authority, there are pretty slack. Or if we could land on the coast, he suggested. There's a good landing and we could follow the beach down and turn up in Tangier in the morning. All sorts of odmints turn up in Tangier without exciting suspicion.  Morocco, she said softly. Morocco? I hadn't thought of that. They had a fright soon after. A gray shape came racing out of the darkening east and Stepney put his helm over as the destroyer smashed past on her way to Gibraltar. He watched the stern light disappearing, then it suddenly turned and presented its side to them. They're looking for us, said Marcus. The darkness had come down and he headed straight for the east. There was no question that the destroyer was on an errand of discovery. A white beam of light shot out from her decks and began to feel along the sea and then when they thought it had missed them, it dropped on the boat and held. A second later it missed them again and began a search. Presently it lit the little boat and it did something more. It revealed a thickening of the atmosphere. They were running into a sea fog, one of those thin white fogs that come down in the Mediterranean on windless days. The blinding glare of the searchlight blurred. BANG! That's the gun to signal us to stop, said Marcus between his teeth. He turned the nose of the boat southward, a hazardous proceeding, for he ran into clear water and had only just got back into the shelter of the providential fog bank when the white beam came stealthily along the edge of the mist. Presently it died out and they saw it no more. They're looking for us, said Marcus again. He said that before, said the girl calmly. They've probably warned them at Tangier. We dare not take the boat into the bay, said Stepney, whose nerves were now on edge. He turned again westward, etching toward the rocky coast of northern Africa. They saw little clusters of lights on the shore and he tried to remember what towns they were. I think that big one is Kutra, the Spanish convict station, he said. He slowed down the boat and they felt their way gingerly along the coastline until the flick and flash of a lighthouse gave them an idea of their position. Capespartel, he identified the light, we can land very soon. I was in Morocco for three months and if I remember rightly the beach is good walking as far as Tangier. She went into the cabin and changed and as the nose of the jungle queen slid gently up the sandy beach, she was ready. He carried her ashore and set her down. Then he pushed off the nose of the boat and maneuvered it so that the stern was against the beach, resting in three feet of water. He jumped on board, lashed the helm, and started the engines going. Then, waiting back to the shore, he stood staring into the gloom as the little jungle queen put out to sea. That's that, he said grimly. Now, my dear, we've got a ten-mile walk before us. But he had made a slight miscalculation. The distance between himself and Tangier was twenty-five miles, and evolved several detours inland into a country which was wholly uninhabited. Save at that moment it held the camp of Mulej Hafiz, who was engaged in negotiation with the Spanish government for one of those permanent pieces which frequently lasts for years. Mulej Hafiz sat drinking his coffee at midnight, listening to the strains of an ornate gramophone which stood in a corner of his square tent. A voice outside the silken fold of his tent greeted him, and he stopped the machine. What is it? He asked. Lord, we have captured a man and a woman walking along by the sea. There, riffy people, let them go, said Mulej and Arabic. We are making peace, my man, not war. Lord, these are infidels. I think they are English. Mulej Hafiz twisted his trim little beard. Bring them, he said.  My little friend of the Riviera, he said, wonderingly, and the smile she gave him was like a ray of sunshine to his heart. He stood up, a magnificent figure of a man, and she eyed him admiringly. I am sorry if my men have frightened you, he said. You have nothing to fear, madame. I shall send my soldiers to escort you to Tangier. And then he frowned. Where did you come from? She could not lie under the steady glance of those liquid eyes. We landed on the shore from a boat. We lost our way, she said. He nodded. You must be she there seeking, he said. One of my spies came to me from Tangier tonight and told me that the Spanish and the French police were waiting to arrest a lady who had committed some crime in France. I cannot believe it is you. Or if it is, then I should say the crime was pardonable. He glanced at Marcus. Or perhaps, he said slowly, it is your companion they desire. Jean shook her head. No, they do not want him, she said. It is I they want. He pointed to a cushion. Sit down, he said, and followed her example. Marcus alone remained standing, wondering how this strange situation would develop. What will you do? If you go into Tangier I fear I could not protect you. But there is a city in the hills. He waved his hand. Many miles from here a city where the hills are green, mademoiselle, and where beautiful springs gush out of the ground. And there I am, Lord. She drew a long breath. I will go to the city of the hills, she said softly. And this man, she shrugged her shoulders. I do not care what happens to him, she said, with a smile of amusement at the pallid Marcus. Then he shall go to Tangier alone. But Marcus Stepney did not go alone. For the last two miles of the journey he had carried a bag containing the greater part of five million francs that the girl had brought from the boat. Jean did not remember this until she was on her way to the city of the hills. And by that time money did not interest her.


We've got another balk breakdown. Did he balk? Did he not balk? What's a balk? What are all these rules? But this time, it's not the umpire that called it a balk. It's the manager that wants the umpire to call it a balk.  And you can get three of them for free right now. Any of their main original flavors, the mint, the citrus mango, wintergreen, and spice for free using Code Johnboy. You just got to pay the shipping. Let's get into this one. So we have Guterres on the mound. Vladigutes, they call him, and he gives up a double. So now he's got a runner on second. It's the top of the second inning. Runner on second, one out. Got to get down to business and strand this dude. Now you can see, I think he's looking at the runner there out of the, you know, give him a little side eye. And the runner might think, man, he's not really checking on me at all. Drops a nice 79 mile per hour curve ball on the outer edge. This is the next pitch and Alfred, the base runner, is like, oh man, is he looking at me here? Is he not looking at me here? I think the base runner thinks that he's not being looked at, but the pitcher is using them peripherals to see him. He's gonna back the curve ball up with a nice fastball on the outside edge. And before we get into the balk, look at these two pitches back to back. Riding that same outside edge, but one falls off the table and one goes straight through.  Now the runner's gonna break because he think he's not looking at him and he's like, I was looking at you, dude, are you a fool? I had eyes on you the whole time. And they run a nice run down. It maybe takes longer than you want, but everyone backs up their throw, gets in line. It looks like it, it looks like a practice drill. Looks like the coach said, hey, you know, make this last as long as you can. I really want to test the fielders today. And Vado's the one that tagged him out, who's now at third base, who started at first base, ran to second, threw it to third, followed his throw. Perfect relay by the Reds, took a while, but they got him out and I like it. But Blake Shelton wants a balk, says, Phil, he balked.  That's about four calls you missed now.   And they don't show the umpire or anything he said back, Phil Cuzzy, but here's a replay and, I mean, I don't think he broke his hands first. And to be like fair, I don't know if he's allowed to break his hands first or not. I'm not a balk aficionado. I was just in about four forums, umpire forums, trying to figure it out. Couldn't find an answer. If breaking your hands first is Shelty's biggest concern, I just straight up don't think he did that. I think he stepped off and then threw it. But again, I don't know if that's a rule or that matters at all. It might not even matter. It might matter, but either way, I don't think he did it. He runs at the base runner now. You know, you're gonna wanna run him back to second, but the base runner breaks for third. So he's fine. He's like, all right, I'll just throw it over to Moose. The third baseman at third. Moose is gonna run him back. He thinks that farmer's close enough to maybe tag him. So he tosses at the farmer. And then as you can see, Moose is gonna go back up to play, but Vado's already standing in line. Like I'm next in the drill, man. Now farmer's gonna run him back to third. And now we've got Vladigutes, the pitcher there. And he's kind of like, hey dude, I don't wanna be part of this. I'm just gonna get rid of it pretty quickly. He throws it to Vado. Vado throws it right back to farmer.  Just get out of here, man. We got it. Meanwhile, farmer's thrown it to India, who he's waiting there. He's gonna chase him down. He thinks he's got a beat at him. And then the guy falls and Vado's waiting. And he says, I got you. And the umpire says out and well played. And Shelty's like, I don't know, man. Seems fishy. Seems like he broke his hands first. That's what I'm trying to say. So he got a little upset about it. He's a little bit upset about it. Anxiety might be going through the roof. Pirates are having a tough season, but you know what helps? CBD, that helps with anxiety. And if you like dipping, you can go to Canada Dips and you can get CBD in that form. You can get three for free. The original flavors, mint, mango, spice, wintergreen, three of these for free. Right now, you just go to CanadaDips.com, use code Johnboy. You get three of the original four flavors for free. You enjoy it. You get rid of the tobacco and the nicotine. You get rid of the anxiety and you perfect the pickle.


My name is Brian C. Lee Jr. I am the principal of ColoCate Design here at the Wall of Louisiana. ColoCate is a design justice, architectural design practice. Design justice again calls for us to seek racial, social, and cultural reparations through the process and outcomes of design. Land and buildings have always been used as a tool for segregation and separation. So our work really, really tries to focus on design as protest. So the Claiborne Innovation District being this 19 block marketplace was a direct response to over 50 years of organizing and advocacy that really wanted to stitch a neighborhood back together and provide vision for what a future of a community that had been torn apart by forces beyond their control. I would point to the Paper Monuments Project, which is a city-wide planning process in which we navigated critical conversation in this city around the removal of Confederate monuments across the city of the wall. And through that process we talked not just to thousands of people, but we engaged with our public services and our public institutions, whether that was schools and libraries. We created 1,500 different proposals from people across the city. We produced nearly 20,000 newspapers that reflected the voice of the people and sent that out across the city. There are a set of struggles that any organization based in a social justice mindset has to deal with. The biggest challenge is that we are up against systems that are entrenched, that are often based in white supremacy, based in patriarchy, based in evilism. And the principles that have been established over many, many years have to be deconstructed for the purposes of our work to be successful. And so not only do we have to design beautiful spaces for people, but we actually have to think about how we deconstruct, not just the mentality, but the structures and systems and ordinances that continue to output the same set of violent acts in the built environment. So I think the challenge really is one that is rooted in a long, long history of disenfranchisement and discarriage. So when any award is a tremendous honor, I think as a practice, we set out to change the way the industry operates. So the recognition allows us to continue to stand with our head high and to acknowledge the value in the work that we put in. And gives us firm footing as we continue to build, design more spaces that serve more people across this country and hopefully do it for generations to come. So very excited and very pleased that we were honored in this way.


Welcome back, folks. We have the market slightly in the red right now. Let's jump over to our man, Teddy Kegstad, folks, every trading day, forex-trading-unlocked.com. If you're into the forex market, I encourage you to check out Teddy's work at his website. We talk to Teddy every Wednesday at 40 past the hour talking forex. Teddy Kegstad, good morning. Good morning. How are you guys doing today? We're doing great, man. Surviving the work week through Wednesday. We've got a little negative action in the markets for a change this week. We've got some currency action as well. Where do you want to kick off in this market, man? Well, I don't think we need to talk about the crypto volatility, because that's showing us with all that volatility that it doesn't wag the dog. The dog wags it, so we're not going to even dwell on that. Although there was a little surge from that sell-off that did help the pound and the euro and even the dollar, because as people liquidate bitcoins, they're converting it to some other currency. But let's talk about the main factors here. We've been talking about the 30-year note. They're very static right now, really not influencing the market. We have oil that kind of looks like it wants to maybe flirt with the little sell-off that could have a very good implications as far as certain currencies. We'll see how that goes.  So the question is, are we going to get follow-through or do we have a bull trap building up in the US dollar? Because everyone is so bearish the dollar right now that I think we're starting... And we do have some signals. So let me give you the buy signals right now and the sell signals that we have. So the US dollar Swiss we know has been breaking for the past couple months, right? It's in a little bit of a free fall. Well, yesterday, the US dollar Swiss gave us a short-term Harami buy signal. If it settles positive today, that means it's a double signal. It'll be a three-inside-up buy signal, which sets that market up for a nice corrective move to the upside. Now remember, that market, except for the past few weeks, has been in a rally this year. So this where we're at right now, it's a corrective break that might be bottoming right now. That's a very significant thing right there, especially if it gets follow-through over the next couple sessions. But we need confirmation of a positive close today. Key off of the recent low, should we get a positive close today? That's going to be your base of support. The British pound US dollar also gave the same type of signal yesterday. It was a Harami sell signal. The British pound overall has been a bull for over a year. It's been correcting for the past few months, trying to basically go sideways over the past couple weeks. If we get a negative close today, odds are very likely that the pound US dollar will continue to set a free fall, especially if oil starts to slide even more than it already is right now. Then we have the Euro US dollar, which has a very weak sell signal forming right now. I would key off of the high from yesterday as your level for resistance. If you're a bear, anything above there, you're on the wrong side. It's a good selling level right now. I think that that's really where those majors are falling into. One of the reasons where I think we're starting to see this bull trap form with the US dollar is that should oil really start to not really sell off, but just continue to hit support, and even if it gets below 60, and if gold continues to flirt with higher levels with the neutral interest rates, that's bullish the dollar in the short run. Now, when you look at the US dollar, Canada, which has just been beating up the dollar for over a year, for a while it looked like it was just sneaking and trying to set a base and flirting with another break, but now it's flirting with an upside correction breakout. So I would key off of for the US dollar, Canada, if we get a breach of 12647, there's a good chance that the market will go up to 12770. Now, these are key things that should we get to these developments and these signals if they come to fruition over today and start to set these leads over the next couple of days, we may see a very strong bounce in the US dollar, especially with the stock market flirting with the possible correction right now in the S&Ps, because there is a gap to be filled from the beginning of the month. Nice. Yeah. And you know, you look in the last not the last one, but taking a look even always interesting when you look at gold, of course, we've gotten a little bit. And then the yen as in we've had quite a pullback in that land yen man going back basically the month of April from 111 and we're back to 108 just that quick. But you know, like you talk about the trend for the year, we've come from 102 to 110 and we're back to 108. Where dollar yen? Well, here's the way I look at that. Yeah, you're kind of coming in and out by gotcha. The downside target for the yen I have right now is about 107 half. Okay. I'd be very careful of a snapback rally. I think that the US dollar yen because gold prices are going up, oil is neutral to lower and interest rates are flat. That's why you're getting this sell off that's stretching in the end. If we see a bounce in a reversal of these other markets, especially if the interest rates start to tank and oil starts to go up again, then I think you're going to see the US dollar yen snap back and make all new highs again. So I'd be very cautious selling the yen at these levels. I'd look more for a buy signal than a sell signal, especially since we have a signal in the Swiss. Usually one leads the other and those are both flight to quality currencies. So if the Swiss really starts a rally, it's going to be hard to be selling the yen at the same time or buying the yen, meaning selling the US dollar yen. No, that's great, man. That makes a lot of sense tying those two together for sure. Yeah, we'll see. That's quite a pullback in the end, but it's not a quite a pullback. Like you say, when you look at the trend that we've been in basically since January 102 to 111 quite a move and things have gotten a little dicey over the last couple of weeks and some of those currencies off of their trends. So what's the weather like in Chicago, man? We got any golf on the agenda this week? Not today. It's going to be only like a high of like 42 degrees today and possible rain this afternoon. So everything is turning green, but the temperature is going back to normal April temperatures. We were lucky with a couple hot days here. That's spring in those cities, man. Boston has some of that. You get some heat. You get some cold. Well, we're almost in May. Hopefully you're out of the 40s. You guys get snow for the for the Red Sox, White Sox game. I saw man. They got I know we had they had snow snow delays at the beginning of baseball season even just to kick things off. Well, Teddy, we appreciate the forex update as always, man. We look forward to the update next week and you have yourself a great week, man. All right, we'll see how these signals shape up. See you next week. Thanks, guys. Awesome, man. Thanks, Teddy. Take care, folks. Every trading day you can reach Teddy forex dash trading dash unlock.com. We talked to Teddy for our forex update on the weekly every Wednesday at 40 past the hour.


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