The Clinton chronicle. (Clinton, S.C.) 1901-current, December 24, 1936, Image 7
-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.
No dust — no slate •
clinkers — NO BETTER.
no
C-W-S
956
At this glad Christmas Season we are thinking of
you, our friends and customers, who have made this
such a happy year for us. All of us here at Smith’s
join in thanking you for your good will and patronage,
and wishing you the happiest kind of Christmas Sea
son.
We Hope To Be Favored With Your Drug Needs
For 1937.
SMITH’S PHARMACY
r j *^Your Rexall Drug Store”
'JS
\