BEAUTY IN A BASEMENT

Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 86, 5 January 1935, Page 6

BEAUTY IN A BASEMENT

What Seven Sugar Sacks Held

Seven sugar sacks filled with secrets of beauty were found by two detectives in the basement of a painter’s house in Hoxton, in London. There was enough face powder, rouge, lip salve, shampoo powders, creams, dyes, and perfuihes to beautify flip womenfolk of an entire parish, and the cost of the cosmetics, face fixers, hair and nerve tonics came to more than £2OO. Henry, the unemployed painter, asked to explain the seven sacks of vanity in his basement, said he bad lived in the house for 19 years, and it was the first time his basement had resembled a beauty parlour. “Those are the sacks that 'Little Bob’ and ‘Yashy’ left me to mind for 10s,” he said, nervously fingering a.bottle of eau de Cologne. “Little Bob,” a tall chap, and “Yashy,” a fat fellow, he explained, were two men with whom he played an occasional game of darts in a local pub-lic-house while Mrs. Henry was washing the three children.

About S o’clock on a Saturday morning. as he was on his way to buy cigarettes. “Little Bob” and “Yashy” appeared with the sacks and asked him to

take care of them until the following day. “You never looked into the sacks?” inquired the detective-sergeant. “Never bothered about them. Never knew where they came from, nor what the stuff was,” declared Henry. Henry, standing in the dock st Marylebone Police Court, repeated his story of the Seven Sugar Sacks: but Mr. Snell, the magistrate, convicted him of receiving stolen property and sentenced him to three months’ hard labour.

If absence makes the heart grow fonder, a chauffeur complained that hia wife had a funny way of showing it. “She objects to my going on long journeys,” he said, “and she kicks up such a row at my employer’s place that I have been threatened with the sack. She sends me letters with ‘Send me your address. Wife.’ written on the envelope. She also sends me telegrams and threatens to have me broadcast as missing.” “Jealous. I suppose.” murmured Mr. Snell.

The chauffeur nodded. “I will send an officer to caution her,” promised the magistrate.