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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
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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. CALDWELL
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that in the apartment of Miss Helen a.s. if she would like to rerM him
Fane. 'But he would have to run | limb from limb. 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
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‘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-
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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.
Thrt’ait!" \
'^Listen!’* he yeUed at Dan, and
araved hia gnn aa if shoot to strike
again,, “yon ain’t so damned dumb sa
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