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•1 '■ 1 y / /I THCIBdAy, DECEimEB 17, iM6 1HK CUMTON CHRONICLE., CUNTON, 8. C. ■^4 y ■/. V - ■ /1 PAGE SBfVgit \ ♦ FOURTH INSTALLMENT Dad iiiBif up And’ stepped out of the booth. He fished a cigArstte from hU pack And lighted it. The tiring grew more compIicAted. But thinking bock he cotrid detect no error on his port He had that pae^* age, and that was okay! Colw^l bought it .was workipg all right This case out to be piwf itable. His taxicob drew up to the eoroe- what battered canvas canopy whose begrimed white letters spel^ Ken nebec Hotel. Dan paid off the driver and paused on the sidewalk to gaze about him. The Kennebec was a ten- story affair of tan brick in' a neigh borhood that once had been fashion able a?~attested by the few sprawling mansions which still evaded the wreckers. Mostly there were other low middle class apartments about, and delicates<^ns with smoked win dows. A balloon man waited glumly on ^e far comer, a few automobilw rolled past, and there were several young women pushing baby carriages that contained the small eons and daughters of two-hundred-a-month clerks watching clocks downtown. Colwell did not relis||R|||^ visit he was going te 'pay. H^H|E a deep breath of reluctance'' araEKrced Ms steps toward the revolving door. But it seemed absolutely necessary to put his head into the lion’s mouth this once. He had to learn the exact application of those numbers on the slip of paper, found on the running board of McDonald’s taxi. They were bf great value, he susp^ted with a thrill warming bis breast. Enough to put a man on Easy Street for life! • Because a quarter of a million dol lars more in snow soon was due. Arthur McDonald, brains of the ring, had received that thirty thou sand dollar package merely as a try- killer esras of Lefty QuHlen ^hind the straight barral. It gave the detective a seriea of chills down hia spinal column. He got to his feet, watehing the man come out of a bedroom. “What is this anyhow T** “So you know who killed Mc Donald, eh? Two of them! Well, Colwell, you’re done for. Done for, get it? You aiul that snake of a det^ive agency boas of yours. I m^n Graber!” The words rumbled from deep in his barrel-like chest. Quillen’s face was contorted in’ hate and his eyea were like the eyes of a little suck ling pig Dan remembered from hU kid days o’tts an Insane farm, when the pig was wedg^ in a fence and the old boar came at it. They were State Giairman Of Chris Sale^Arics All People T6 Cooperate —SL. ydu' act! You switched them num bers, you goatl These an^ the ones were on Ukat slip you must've picked off the running board. Come on, out with 'em! Give me the numbers!" he (howled, and made a pass at Col- well's vest as if to jam his bands into the pockets for another search. Rubbing the aide of his bead whibh still stung from the blow, Ck>lwell managed only witM the greatest ef fort to keep control, to maintain his mystified, hurt look. “What do you mean? I threw that slip awiyr It didn’t mean anything to me. Who you hittin’?’’ he whined. “Helen! Go through him again. The dirty—. He’s tryin’ to slip us these phoney numbers! Listen," he barked before she could speak, “1 got a memory, lun’t I? I swear 1 Bishop K. G. (Finlay, chairman of the Christmas Seal sale for South Carolina, asks the cooperation of the entire state during the Ohristmas sea son. His letter follows: The season has comp when friend is remembering friend with thoughts and tokens of affection fnd joy. Hap piness is in our hearts, because of the blessings of God to us and pur loved' ones. But over the homes of hundreds of our families in South Carolina broods the dark shadow of dread and sorrow, because there is still present with us one of the worst enemies of childhood and expectant youth if-tu berculosis. Its continued menace is entirely unnecessary, as we nowimvig the knowledge needed to control it. During the Christmas season we can Ml add beauty to the tokens of affe^ions we grive our friends by the liberal use of tuberculosis Christmas Seals and at the same time share in a ministry 'of service and love to hun dreds to whom the future is dark. I am confident, that the generous and thankful people of our state will use Christmas S^s more freely this year than ever before and aid us in a gri^TEer fight to rid our homes of the menace of this preventable, and curable disease. K. G. FINLAY, Chairman. FINAL SETTLEMENT Take notice that on the Bth day of January, 19S7, I will render a final account of my* acts and doings as Administratrix of the estate of John M. Copeland, deceased, in the office of the Judge of Probate of TaBwif County, Aft 11' o’clock a. m., and «• the same day will ^n>ly for a fiaM discharge frem my truat aa Admiiria* tratrix.' > Any person indebted to said eataft# is notified and required to make pay* ment on or before that date; and d persons having claims against aai# estate will present thenv on or befora said date, duly proven ^r be foravae barred.' MR?. LENA B. COPELAICD, AdminLatratrix. Dec. 9, 1936.—31-te. WHAT DO - P. S. JEANBS DO? the eyes of a tnan who eould hate 'll'!; len put a hand to his forehead, half up and who was afraid. “Stick your hands!" Lefty snarled. Dan raised his palms level with his ears. “Whait’s this for? I don't get you. How do you know I—’’ He fastened accusing eyes on the Fane girl. ‘’You cat!’’ Colwell cried. “You’i'e not. Mrs. McDonald! If you were you wouldn\have this guy here with you! Why,"- he stammered as if it strck a terrific surprise to him, “you’re not Mrs. McDonald! _You’re a—a fake!” Quillen’s reaction to this was a puzzled look. The puzzlement lifted as he seemed to make a guess, and he sneered. ‘‘Catches on fast for a dumb operative!!’’ He stepped be hind Dan and after brief fumbling had the gun from his pocket. “Helen, I guess you put it over on Otto, eh? If it took him in like it took this chumiK ' Hold still!" “WKat do you mean about Gra- ber?” Colwell adopted the stupidity poj^. “Graber’s all, right. He al ways hand me my check every Ihriday. bent at the w'aist, and concentrated with all his might. Still there was no opportunity for Colwell to grab for his guai even had he been so minded. “What you waiting for?” roared at the girl. “Search he him! We got to out of the smuggling scheme. Quil- Why should she pretend... . .’’ He left len wanted that, but more, he want- off, shaking his head as if thoroughly ed the big shipment. That was why mystified he had killed the lawyer, to get it all fqr,himself. Probably McDonald bad tried to hold out on that small pack age, arousing Quillen’s hate and greed and the decision to get McDonald out of the way. That two hundred and fifty thousand in narcotics would put this small capture Dan had lucked' into, in the shade! When, exactly, was the big stuff due and how was it coming? If he was clever enough he might learn ex- “I’ll Quillen flung a curse that plained nothing but his hate, hold this guy. >You search him, and don’t miss anything!" Sbe had dropped all pretense that she was the shyster lawyer’s widow, and her contempt for Dan was plain in the little lift of hei^ shoulder. The jfirl wore a hard look now and her nails as she p,oked her hands into his pockets managed to scratch and tear. She was a cat. She glared at Dan Yank every stitch off. find ’em, don’t we?’’^ “Wait, Lefty. Don’t foam at the mouth as if you’ve gone nuts! Think a minute," she snapped, not in the least cowed by his thundernig. ^‘^Think a second, will you, and get the rest of those numbers?" Mean while she was engaged in turning Colwell’s pockets inside out. She found nothing. “Can’t you get the rest of them. Lefty?" Ho relapsed into a spasm of curs ing and slumps into a chair. “Geez! But I know these ain’t the ones. You think he turned them oyer to Otto Graber?" Helen Fane, alias McDonald, stared at Colwell. He said nothing for i moment. “Listen, what I can’t figure out is, what of. it ? I mean, the numbers ? What are they for?’’ (Continued Next Week) CHRISTMAS GIFT SUGGESTIONS For the Man—Reader's Digeat, Lit erary Digest, American Magazine, American Lawn Tennis. For the Woman—Good Housekeep ing, McCalls, I.adies’ Home Journal, American Lawn Tennis. ' For the Boy—American'Boy, Boy’s Life. n For the Girl — American Girl, St. Nicholas. For the Child—Children’s Playmate, Child Life, Wee Wisdom. JAMES W. 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Fane was in this the gauntlet up there and it wasn’t'mess, plenty. going to be fun! j All she "found on him was a few The smaU hotel lobby panelled in keys,, a? notebook containing nothing dark wood waa indir^tly lighted to much of interes»t, forty dollars in T)iTla an^ some small clu^e, and a slip of paper in his vest with his give a sort of garishly modern ver sion of an old English inn. Dan kept thinking the next few minutes fountain pen. - - • WCtild be risky. He stopped at the “That’s it! Gimme it!" Quillen ' 1 snatched it. lie backed away and 707 . I . i m ‘Miss Fane’s apartment 707 By the way, has a Mr. Quillen, a man in a dark suit, rather wide mouth, big shouldera, come in to s^ her?” “No, sir, not today sir, that I noticed.” Lefty was known here, then. Been giving the girl a play, Dan hap pened to know. The clerk looked in surprise at the five-spot Colwell passed him. “Say, did you ever vieit people and wish you . had some ex cuse to leave ? Do a favor for me. You ring me up in 707 just thirty minutea from now. I’ll do the talk ing; the point ia, you’re a friend who knew I’d be there,‘^nd you in- aist on-seeing me. It’s ui^nt. He strove for a Don Juan' gnn. “You know how it is when a man can’t break-away from a woman?" Chuckling, he poked a square -fiat ' into the clerks cheat. His ehuckla wna infectioua. .'Die youz>g fellow’a black pompadour twitpbed forward as he ^gnnnad. He folded Wb fiva-apot Md tadwd it aafely away. “FH do thiri, miafcer. Who abooid I aak for?" “ColwalL" Ha spelled it out. “Thirty minutea flrom now, and not twenty-five minutea or thirty-five V minutes. Thirty!" With a wink he turned to the ele vator. But his hmnor vaniahed as it carried him upward. The trouble^ was, he scarcely knew what to ex- 11 j When the door on seven /roiled back he went down the carpet^ .hall, noting the padding exposed in places. It was a cheap,- ba^y hotel where no one cared much what went on provided it did not bring the police. Mrs. McDonald admitted him. She wore a sliirity black -satin gown which abowed off her slender, supple figure to beat advantage. Her eyea had the look of recent weeping, al though not enough to impress him. ColwaH stepped in and heard Ihe door dose with an ominous click. ' “Sit down, Mr. Colwell. As I told you. I’ve Wn living under my maiden name of Fane." The girl swept paat-him to a chair and sank into it "Take off your coat, won’t ' 'yon?" ' ■ ' , He did take off his topcoat and draped it ownr the etoir that held hia soft hat Dar heard Iringea aqoeak behind him. Ha tamed to fmd a shiny blniah forty-loipc auto matic pointy his w«y with tha^haad smoothed tbe paper. His bard eyes lighted. “This is it—the numbers. This is wbat we want!” be breathed exultantly. “This dumb cluck hadn't I even an idea he was carryin’ dyna mite around! Why," he cackled, ‘'he might’ve give it to Graber!” “You’re crazy. Otto’s out of town. He’s in Ewing, Pennsylvania, or anyhow, on the way. He’s off hunting!" Lefty shot him a pitying look. He sucked air noisily as he thought. “I guess we got to kill him, all, right, eh? That’s the only way, Helen. Then he can’t squawk that you faked Mrs. Maci Who killed Mc Donald?" he thrust suddenly at Dan. (Atwell, watching alertly the blue automatic, set his jaw. “Why/hot ask me who used Soup Cn^rby’s own knife on hkn in tint klley? I can put two and two togetner as to who did the second, job, knowing who did the first!” Qailleo’s jagged, tobacco-yellowed teeth tered, nodding. /^We got to kill yon, Colwe^ Yerih, we’U do it too," He idnncM at .me paper in hia hands, “Eight, five, tluoe, dash, six, six one. llie expression on the man’s face rio^y changed. Perplexity, he ^?i^ to shake off but failed, gave nray to suspicion. It grew keener and more bitter. His piggish eyes raised to Colwell. Le^ wet bis lips with a quick sweep of his t<»igue, trying to convince hhnself that it was all right: t})at these were the num bers. “ Liken," he said at last, thickly, “When we jerked all the stuff outs Mac’s pockets, indentifiostkm and all that, we got the numbers, too. HMl, that’s ^hat we were after! I takes a squint at them, see? You don’t think—" He left off. “What, Lefty" Helen Fane asked. “Think what?" For answer Quillen stepped near er Colwell and struck him a glancing blow on tbe head with the muzzle of hia gnn. “Yon rait!" he shrilled. “You got them numbers hid away somewhere! This ain't the paper I dropped on that taxi running board! 1 kind of remember. , Yup, the first was seven. The next waa— let’s see—'1 guess it\ waa ought. 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