remembered; a circular about fake eye
specialists—and the modus operandi had
rung a bell in Russell’s brain.

Back to Nanaimo tore Russell and his
assistant, and a quick check through the
office files gave them exactly what they
wanted. Next a rapid check of the city’s
auto liveries. At Plummer’s taxi success
again; two men answering the description
of Anderson and Howard had hired a car
that afternoon and had just returned it.
Yes, the speedometer reading was about
right for a trip to Chase River and return.

Then Russell detailed Const. Harold
Calvert to the task of picking up the two
eye specialists. Calvert, who had just started
his police career, unobstrusively waited in
the taxi office and sure enough, in a little
while the “doctors” showed up. They were
promptly arrested for practising medicine
and optometry without a B. C. licence.
Booked at police headquarters they gave
their names as William Wallace Anderson
of Sycamore Avenue, Los Angeles, and
James Henry Howard of Chicago, Ill. The
car they had brought into Canada, a smart
Chrysler convertible coupe, was promptly
seized by the Canadian customs on the
grounds that it was used for business pur-
poses while clearing the customs for touring.

Full details of the case were filed at the
force’s headquarters at Victoria, and in addi-
tion—still with that lust for information—
Russell phoned to the Registrar of the B. C.
Medical Association in Vancouver. Hardly
had he finished his recital when Dr. Proctor,
the Registrar, gave him the information he
wanted. “These two men are badly wanted
by the police of Surrey Municipality,”
crisply interjected Proctor, “they've swin-
died an old gentleman there out of nearly
$700 by just the means you have described.”

Fine, thought Russell, for the Nanaimo
charge would only net the pair a mere thirty
days. Promptly he phoned Chief Mathieson
of Surrey, who just as promptly got out a
warrant for the pair. And that October in
New Westminster's County Court the duo
received sentences totalling five years each.
Of course their record was on hand by this
time, as also were dozens of letters from
Ontario, California, Alberta, Wisconsin,
Missouri—all from Chiefs of Police and
Sheriff's who had heard the news that
British Columbia’s police had caught up
with a couple of rascals responsible for

James H. Howard, the diminutive Texan who
lined up the prospects.

“Doctor” W. W. Anderson, who made the

examinations.

fleecing hundreds of their elderly, half-blind
victims by means of one of the most despic-
able rackets known to man.

THE following conversation took place be-
tween two convicts:

First Convict: “How long are you in gaol
for?”

Second Convict: “Three weeks.”

First Convict: “What's the charge?”

Second Convict: “I shot the wife.”

First Convict: “You shot your wife and
only in gaol for three weeks?”

Second Convict: “That’s all, then I gets
hanged!”

WHERE V.C.s ARE MADE
EVERY Victoria Cross that has ever been
awarded comes from a quiet little jeweller’s
shop in the West End of London. From
the time of the Crimean War right up to
the present day, the making of V.C.s has
been in the hands of the same family, first
the founder of the jeweller’s shop, then his
son, and now his grandson.

As soon as a V.C. is to be awarded, a
letter is sent to the shop—just an ordinary
typed letter saying, “Please supply one
V.C.” giving the man’s name and rank for
the inscription.

At first glance a Victoria Cross looks
easy enough to make and it would probably
be felt that any good metal worker could
tackle the job, but on looking into the de-
sign it will be seen that very delicate work-
manship is required. The bronze medal is
in the form of a Maltese Cross, and em-
bossed in the centre is the royal crown. On
the crown stands a lion, every detail of
which, including the nostrils, is absolutely
flawless. Under the crown are the two
words “For Valour.” The ribbon itself is a
deep glowing blood. red.

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TEACHER: “How old are you, Bobbie?”
Bobbie: “I’m just at the awkward age.”
Teacher: “And what do you call the

awkward age?”

Bobbie: “I’m too old to cry and too
young to swear.”

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