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-r-' IT f A : ’ -A" ,-/ /'-'T" THCBSDAY, DECEilBER 24, 1936 *-. -/ THE CLINTON CBAONlCLE, CLINTON. 8. & '/ trould bcf lik« ihuntiny a needle iii a hays^ck. W€*re out of luck! **But the shipment's cominjr. ^e knonr the emug^grlinff scheme is okay. However—" She paused. “How did that trial packa^re come in, Otto?" He parted his lips to speak, pressed PAGB ajmm —^ . t; fi' I i /■I FIFTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: Detective Dan Colwell of the Graber-Vael private detective agency is assigned the Job oiTshadow- ing McDonald whose wtfe fears gang ster enemies are [dotting to murder him. McDonald is killed in spite of Colwell's watchfulness. ^ I^ow, with McDonald dead, the smuggling ^ng which he had has become disorgan ised. Colwell i^sks his life to gather evidence by (laying one agunst an other. 1 The two exchanged looks. “Never mind—4hey ain’t really so important, Oolwell, only I though maybe you'd •have them, see? What’s this iHTp mean?" “Ju»t my car ticense. “ In case it would be stolen. I’d know, see ? Most people don’t know their own license number?" Quillen sneered. Suddenly he low ered his gun andj>ecame friendly. “I’ll make worth your while, „ Colwell. Guess you don’t make more than forty-five a week, do you? How would fifty extra bucks look? Maybe you got'those numbers stuck away somewhere. There’s fifty in it if you come across. But I’ll, know the right ones!" he warned. ' Colwell shrugged. “You gave them to Graber!" * Lefty charged. ^“Of course not. I don’t know what you’re talking about." Quillen sprang to his feet in new rage. “Then you had ’em! Or you know ’em—^that it? Say, what’s your game anyhow?" Dan held his ground. From his two inch advantage he looked down at the killer. “I’d be a fool to give you something you want so bad when you figure to bump me off next min ute because of what I know about those murders!" Lefty drew back. A malevolent smirk came over his face. He nodded WliHIt -> We Wish For You A HAPPY YULETIDE SEASON comprehendingly; “Smart guy, eh? Trying to make a deal with me?" j'Without "moving his gaze he jerked his head. “I’ll cfUt Thiessen in. Guess we caa make this bozo talk, eh, Helen?” . The girl stood close to Colwell. Of a sudden he flinched, clutching his cheek. His eyes blazed at her but she blazfidjback with twice the fury. Deliberately she had raised her hand and in a quick flip madq a long angry scratch down his jaw. . ' “You don’t need Teissea We can handle this smart aleck alone. Come on, Quillen, let’s start. We’ll get it out of him!” "^‘Noiy you," the charming Mrs. Mc Donald spat at Dan ,“you come through, with those numbers, the right ones, or you’re going out of here in a basket. Understand?" Quillen jabbed his gun into Dan’s stomach. “Sit dowri!” He sat -down. ’ Qver Lefty’s shoulder he saw Helen go pale. Quillen reversed the weapon. ’ He clipped Colwell lightly over the head. The blow made stars shower in his brain and gave hfm a sudden weak- ne.ss. He clenched his teeth, clenched hi« big hands on the arms!' of the chair. He blinked up at Quillen with unsteadily rolling eyes. “You better not go on with this. You’ll pay—double!" It brought a sneer. “Tough, eh?" Quick hs -a fla.sh the fellow clipped him again, the same deft blow and no harder. It was a practiced blow that would make a man on his ^eet reel. Quillen must know of all kinds of blows according to the effect he desired. The girl shrank back shuddejnng. Colwell did not loose a whimper." He took it as grimly, as silently as any man could. Helen lunged in with her fists under his jaw. The diamond ring on her finger cut. Quillen hit him again, kicked his shins, slapped his face so that it made a white welt that took twenty seconds to turn glowing red. Colwell h^n’t heard yet what he had to know. When the shipment was due. What the numbers— Agprh Lefty struck with bis gun butt. Every fibre screamed the com- mtnd to fight back. The self-preser vation instinct in a man was all-.^ powerful the instant those nerve tele graph wires whirled the news to his brain that something hurt. But he bore it stoically. They hit him, slapped him, lambasted him, kicked him; Dan hoped he was hard enough to stand it without being crip- pi^. He kept his mind on one thing: -Uie had to .stand it. If he could last l it was going ttrmean seventy, eighty perhaps a hundred thousand dollars. Of which Quillen was going to pay a fat half! ’ His sense became foggy. “Gimme them together suddenly, and gave aj taunting smile. “Nevbr"mtnd. Getj in, didn!t it? Mac. had the license of ( the truck V>n him—^that I don’tvknow. j* You got it, offa msfc?" “Well, listen, I did, but-’’ j , , “What!" A new outburst came from I bedroom. Listen, get rid of Otto Graber which lasted several minutes j quick, you understand ? If he finds . and necessitated another daring move I me here. . . You get rid of that!on the part of the jgirl lest the pair:, louse quick as you can—and don’t letj"'“^^ • j un 1 -^ JIM “Keep still!” ehe cried. “Put your I on I been around. (guns up! We’ve jot to get^gether j Quillen shouldered Dan’s hundred t on this or we’re all sunk! Otto, you and seventy-six pounds.’ The fellow;know how the stuff’s coming in: Merry Christmas, nii and f Ksi ☆ / lew Year ☆ WM ah ox for strength. He stagger- spt|ng it! ed to the bedroom and flopped Colwell unoeremoniuosly on the pink taffeta cagily, he growled: “Truck, of course. What did you think? But hell, if we covered bedstead where Dan lay with haven’t the license nimibers—. Them At this, the happiest time of the yea!*, we wish to pause and pay our respect to our friends and custom ers who have made possible a very enjoyable and prof itable year. We would, indeed, be ungrateful if, we failed tovgive credit where credit is due, and we thank you sincerely for your splendid patronage. 1 / And theil eyes clwed. Quillen shut the door!roads are lousy with trucks and sat down in a rocker, listening 1 stuff's'Tfnr packin’ case, so how we; There was a slam of th^ corridor, gonna tell which is which if we don’t i door_,_Then a torrent of abuse in the know the right truck? I’m' through; yelled. We trust this friendship will continue, and we pledge ourselverlfffrew to do our best to serve you in a most satisfying way during the coming year. he •Both you disgustedly into harsh tones of Otto Graber of thej^'^h Graber-Vael Detective Agency, who,' boneheads!" it appeared, was not hunting in Ew-l He slumped ing, Pennsylvania. He wrenched Hel-'chair. en Fane’s arm and made her wine “But Otto, you’ve got to agree to A chair crashed and^heavy objects,come in with us," the girl persisted, struck the floor. 1“^ we fight each other we’lli never “Where is he? 1 beteha he’s here!”.Kct anywhere. Mac’s gone, but does j He must have bored the bedroom door j that mean the whole thing goes up in with his eyes wrenched out a gun, and smoke ? A quarter million in snow stepped wrathfully for It. Suddenly j that we can double, triple our money Quillen yanked the door open. The on? Lefty made a misUke to. killt pair faced each other over levelled! Mac—" j automatics. ! “Mistake!" The big stomached Graber sucked breath. He must' ^*aber hurlwi Quillen a look of un- have straightened in dismay^ “Wh— speakable contempt. “That big ba- what!" he yelled. “What’s that dam’ boon maybe queered the whole gun jKiked at me for? Take it away,' "orks!" I. C. BOLAND L. T LLV Quillen, you rat! Where’s that snow? You think you cah give Mac the works and snatch thirty thousand and never hear from me? Me, Otto Graber?" ~ Lefty’s ire boiled anew. “Shut up, you big goat! What do you think made me try it, eh? You and Mac workin’ to squeeze me out! and others, too.” (Continued next week) School Distrj Retires Bonds [WISHING MEHE.Y- CHniSTms Yuletide and New Year Greetings To Everyone Hunter school district No. 5 has Yeah me J within the past week sold $19,()()0 ! bonds carried in its sinking fund set- You didn’t have to kill him, didl^p. The bonds were sold to a Char- you? Why didn’t you wait? Wha»t;iotte investment firm, and brought a the devil makes 3rou think we meant | premium over their par value, to give you the air?" Graber’s heatj w. E. Dillard, local attorney, and subsided a little as though cooled by \ member of the school board handling the equal wrath of Lefty. He lowered | the transaction, stated ye.sterday that The most cherished gifts we possess are those memories of the pleasant relations with our friends and customers. We want to publicly express our sin cere thanks for the business ydu have given us during the year now drawing to a close.J^e trust that this relationship will f continue for the coming year, and that you will not hdsitate to call upon us whenever we can be of SERVICE. « We deeply appreciate your grocery i^tronage during the year how end ing—and look forward with pleasure to serving you through the years to come. BLALOCK’S rice^ Grocory - Maikel - Phones 156 and his gun. He preferred m chance to shout when nothing was aimed at him. “Listen, you jumped at conclu sions. What’® eatin’ you? Come on, come on," he urged placatingly, “put up your rod. Say, we never had ani Mr - M i the bonds were sold t^mature a 1917 bond is.sue of $27,50^<flje oh January 1, 1937. Other sinkidg fund items sup plementing the bonds sold was suffi cient to meet the January maturity, Dillard stated, and the entire idea to give you boys the run around." I uniount has been turnetl over to ! “And you go out and bump Mac ( Treasurer D. R. Simpson for this pur-4^ CHAPMAN’S SERVICE STATION Clinton, S. C. — Phone64-W tineecteeeeeecteeectecitoeceeetetct® off," he pursued aggrievedly, “and pose. set the whole town on fire. Yeah, and‘Soup’® found in the alley. Say,! any two-bit cop can tell it was thej Iiomo criiv A\A inKa* Whv ’ s^e guy did both jobs! Why, you like to put us all out.of business! Lefty walked out of the bedroom pulling the door shut, but it swung partly o^n again! His gun was low-, ered. '“’Tbat’s all right. You tried to slip it ipyer on me and I showed you 1 won’t stand for it. What I want to know is, why the gag about Mrs. McDonald? You put Helen here up those license numbers!’’ screamed Lefty. “Gimme ’em, you rat!" Shocked, Colwell’s mind functioned dimly. License numbers! That was it. That was what the slip bore that he, had snatched from the running board of McDonald’s taxi! He had that much. He needed a little more: the when and how of the quarter nvjllion dollar shipment of snow. ... The buzzer of the corner door jerked Quillen upright. Helen Fane’s face wat chalky. Her brown eyss thkt could be so alluriitg swept to Lefty, then to the door. “Graber!" Quillen gulped, “Gtto Graber!" She nodded, swallowing and looking furtively at Oolwell. Dan felt himself goin^ unconscious. His last remembrance was of Quil len’s voice far way. And he teemed to be lifted." m THE CHRONICLE’S WANT AD RATES 1936 BEST ^SHES FOR Ic per word fpr first Inser tion ; five insertions for ..the -price of four. Minimum charge 25c. Card of thanka and tributes of respect, Ic a word, payable in advance. Minimum 5()e. to posin’ as Mac’s wife when he never cinr»TTT/-«Tn had one. An excuse to set one of 'For RADIO SERVICE, youf gumshoe artists trailin’ Mac.” "Aw, Lefty, we figured you might do somethin’ to land the bunch^of us the mud. Yeah—and you damn in near did! Helen suggested—’’ He stopped, flung the girl a look of in quiry whether he had revealed some thing best kept secret. “I mean she tried to talk you into keepin’ cool. But nbthing’d <io, -you had to get all heated up. Hell, that game didn’t work out much anyhow. Forget it.’’ The killer Iheered. “Yeah, fojget it! I s’poee you come here for the package, eh?” ‘^You bet I did. And I mean to split in it, you hear? You can’t put nothing over on me. Lefty Quillen! Not with two murder raps ready to grab you and me knowing plenty—. But why should I ever spill it?” Otto interrupted himself, “Say, we gotta work together like ws -oiways did! | • 'Madw^'iiiWBeyv- *• - ws»?- > might trot out that package/’ he hint ed eagerly. There was a brief silence. “I haven’t gpt it. 'I don’t; know who has. Thought Soup pulled a slick one on me and snitched it, but now. . . .** Quillen shrugged and scowled. “Hell, I don’t know where it is Otto,” The detective agency head hung on his words, speechless. He made, rumbling soun^ in his throat. “You lie!" he burst out in new fury. “You’re a dirty liar, Quillen—you sold the Phone 36 — Radio Exr change. _ WANTED -»- You to come to P. S. Jeanes for Ham Sandwiches, Cheese Sandwiches When Hungry. Number 36 Musgrove St. - tf Christmas time provides one of those rare mo ments in life when we forget the rush and cares of business and give thought to the more worthwhile things of life. FOR RENT — January first, three- rooih . upstairs apartment, unfur nished,- private bath. Six-room down, stairs apartment, unfurnished, private bath, garage. (Old Blalock home) 175 Musgrove street. S. C. Dunlap, din- tin, S. C. " tf As youf friendship and patronage^ha^ generous ly contributed to our happiness and welfare we want you to know that our thoughts at this time are of you. WE THANK OUR FRIENDS AND CUSTOMERS May we take this opportunity of expressing our sin cere thanks for the continui^ patronage you have given us during the past year and pledge anew our earnest efforts toward serving you better during 1937. Shop First In , THE CHRONICLE Then In the Stores G. A. Copeland & Son To Our Customers Evoywhere We hope that you may have your full share of the joys of the Yuletide Season and that the year 1937 will phower you with its richest Tblessings and that Health, Happiness and Prosperity will abide with you always. We are indeed grateful for the bountiful pat ronage extended us throughout the year and will so strive to serve you in the New Year as to warrant a continuance of your confidence, good .will and patron age. bDCHANAN’S lean^ stuff already! That’s what you did, and now you’re tryin’ to whine off. But you cap’t get away with it, see ? Gimmb 'my share—quick!”- he roared, and again whipped out his gun. They were like wildcats, ready to spriiM. With a gasp' Helen Fane darted between the two guns and struck them "up. “Stop it! What’s accomplished by killing each other? You-you saps!" the girl flung at them so hard it stung. “Listen, Otto: Lefty tried to give you and me a^ Mac the run around. He thought we were trying to give him the run around. See ? “Well, Mac^ gone and he was the boss. That package is gone, too, and (^illen has no more idea than you have where it is. 'That’s straight. He only wishes he did have! We’ve lost it, that!# all My guess is that Soup QUUieby pulled a 4s®t onq^ 'hs<l.,/ihe stuff taken from the newsstand man in tile Lawyers and Doctors Building. Then Quillen kills him. Now the guy that was messenger for Sotip is sit ting iifetty. Trying/to find hhn !■ I To Our Friends and Customers It will be more merry if you start your fire with Regal Uoal that morning. 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