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• SERIAL STORY CALIBAN FROM CALEB BY NORMAN KAHL_ YESTERDAY: With Castaloni firing at him from the house, Angus dashes back to the truck and starts to pull away, when he gets an idea. He rams the truck through a large French window into Castaloni's sunroom. Casta loni is standing in a doorway pointing a gun at him. Adoreen sneaks up behind the racket chief and raises an iron skillet over his head, just as Castaloni swings around. * * * PEACE—IT’S WONDERFUL CHAPTER XII It is undoubtedly the sight of that frying pan that unnerves Cas taloni. He tries to duck as Ado reen swings the. pan down on his head, but he is a little too late. The cast-iron utensil catches him on the back of the head just as he pulls the trigger of his gun. The bullet rips a hole in the rug. and in the next instant Ado reen clips him behind the knees just as Angus shoves his fist into the racketeer’s face. The Broccoli King doesn’t look a bit dangerous, lying there on the floor with his eyes closed and his breath com ing in loud, even gasps. "Oh, my goodness,” says Ado reen. with a pardonable touch of pride. "Look what I’ve done.” “Gee whiz, Addie,” Angus says, "you shouldn’t have done it. You saved my life, but you mighta got hurt.” "Now look here, Angus. If you think I was going to stand by and let this—this heel kill you, you’ve got another guess coming. You never did know how to take care of yourself.” “I guess that’s right, Addie. I guess I gotta have you to look after me.” Adoreen hesitates a second as if she is going to melt, and then her eves snap back to normal. "Right now we’ve got to do something about this.. Will that truck run?” ' Sure. I guess so. I’ll make it run.” Even Angus is a little surprised when the engine actually starts. The front fenders are off, and the body of the truck is wrinkled up from stern to prow. With the Broc coli King stretched out next to his lorrner henchmen in the back of the truck. Angus, with Adoreen sitting next to him. manages to back out of the sunroom. It is hard to understand how An gus gets that truck back as far as he does. Maybe the people who see him along the way just don’t believe it. Or maybe they don’t want to go fooling around with anything they are sure is super natural. Anyway, it is not until after An gus and Adoreen have crossed back into Manhattan that they hear the wail of a siren over the rattle of loose tin. It makes no difference to Angus this time if a policeman wishes to converse with him. since he is headed for In spector Callahan’s office anyway. So he pulls over to the curb and Waits with a peculiarly clear con science. What Angus isn’t expecting is the gun this copper jerks out of his holster and points at him. He has seen enough guns for one day, and it doesn’t make him feel any easier that this one has a blue uniform behind it. “Don’t move! Just don’t move!” the officer barks, and Angus can see that this member of the law is young and that this is probably the first time he has pointed a gun at anyone. “Keep your hands up and come out of there—both of you.” There isn’t much choice, so An gus and Adoreen pile out with their hands pointing toward the sky. A lot of people who are pass ing by get interested and close in. Angus is annoyed. “Wait a min ute, Officer. “You got this all wrong—” “Wrong, am I? I suppose the license number doesn’t check with the report we got? I suppose you didn’t steal this truck?” “Well, maybe I did, but—” The patrolman grips his gun tighter. “Okay. That’s enough. I gotta warn you that you better keep your mouth shut, ’cause any thing you say can be used against you.” For the time the cop looks at Adoreen carefully. “What’s your name?” he asks Adoreen. Adoreen is quivering. “Adoreen Margate,” she says, forgetting she has decided to be just plain Ado reen MicKietwiage again. The cop takes a step back. “I thought so. Come over here, Miss Margate. Put your hands down. You’re safe now. You must have had a terrible experience.” He turns to somebody in the crowd. “Call Inspector Callahan. Tell him Officer Krinkel told you to call, and tell him to rush down here because I’ve got a dangerous kidnaper covered.” Angus suddenly sees what Offi cer Krinkel is driving at. “I didn’t kidnap her. Officer,” he protests. “You see—” “Denying it. are you? That won’t get you very far.” “No. Officer.” says Adoreen. “You don’t understand. It wasn’t this man—” Officer Krinkel pats her shoul der and says. “Don’t you worry, little lady. I know just how you feel. You’re safe now. This crook won't hurt you anymore.” * * * Angus and Adoreen are still ar guing with Officer Krinkel and with two other cops w'ho have come up when an avalanche of po lice cars come roaring up. in iwo seconds, 1he street is jammed with policemen and detectives, and there are more Tommy guns aim ed at Angus than the whole A.E.F. had in the Argonne. Angus is re lieved to see Inspector Callahan. ‘‘Hello, Inspector.’1 says Angus. “Make these fellows put their guns away. This is all a mistake.” A couple of husky patrolmen grab Callahan because it looks as if he is going to pitch forward in a dead faint. Then he pulls him self together and looks murderous ly at Angus. “This is the end. I can’t stand any more.’’ He waves at someone. “Call the Commissioner, Murphy. Tell him I am resigning as of five minutes ago.” Adoreen walks over to Callahan MODERN STATESMAN HORIZONTAL 1,7 President of Peru. 11 Jasper. 12 Tardy. 13 Offers. 14 To make amends. 16 To hire. 18 Warm. 19 Born. 20 Upon. 21 Coin. 22 Like. 23 To match. 24 Promise. 27 South Carolina (abbr.). 28 Doom. 30 State of bliss. 32 Wading bird.1 33 Giver. 36 For fear that.' 37 2000 pounds.( 39 Cat’s call.' t 40 Golf term. 41 Electric unit; 43 Breeding places, .j,.1 g 45 Greedy. * Answer to Previous Puzzle yiffulplGBi^-n I WAmENN°LWglRa E L^MAjsIslAlY E RM&EIE MeWSi tiinflc IRlElDWAlDI 47 Negative. 48 AnjS&ing steeped. .50 Insane > person.. \ 52 Yonder .'v * 53 To drink dog .fashion. f 55 Embankment. 5S Fuel. 57 He is carrying out an ■“* „ extensive i\-reform. ** program. * 58 He has improved conditions for VERTICAL 2 Ammonia substances. 3 Gentle push. 4 Planet.' * 5 Noun termination. 6 Bewailed. 7 Poster. 8 Polynesian chestnut. 9 Coral island. 10 Refutes. 13 He succeeded -as •’ president. 15-is free in his land. 17 Animal. 23 Stone worker. 25 Over (contr.). 26 Erased. 28 Becoming. 29 African antelope. 31 Born. 34 To deem. 35 To make a , speech. 38 Nothing. 40 Twitching. 42 Song for one. 44 Not sharp. . 46 Scene. ! 47 Snout. , 49 Logger’s boot. 51 Hail! ' 52 Wild ox. 54 Jumbled type. 56 Grain (abbr.). “This is all a mistake, Inspector. Angus didn’t do anything, except maybe steal that truck.” Callahan explodes. “Except steal that truck! Young lady, may I recite to you, as well as my shat tered- mind will permit, that sec tion of New York state’s criminal code which provides—” “I mean.” says Adoreen, “he had to steal that truck. You see, some men were going to kill him, and they took him out in the coun try. So he had to beat them up a little, and then he had to steal the truck to get back.” Callahan is still skeptical. “So he comes back and kidnaps you?” “No, Angus didn’t do that. Mrs. Fitzwater did. He’s the man Who gave me the job at the Purple Pel ican. Only his name isn’t Fitz water—it’s Castaloni, and he’s a crook.” - Callahan is getting interested. “Holy smokes! So it’s Fitzwater. I always thought there was some thing phony about that guy. But how’d you get away?” “Well, that’s how Angus got the truck all smashed up,” Adoreen explains. “He came out to save me, and had to drive the truck through the wall into Mr. Casta loni’s house.” “All right, boys—hide ’em,” Callahan orders., The officers put away their guns. “ow, Miss Mickletwidge, I’m beginning to get interested. Maybe this story is on the level. Anyway, we’ll try to pick up Castaloni, now that we know who he is, and question him.” Angus leans against the truck ‘You won’t have to do that, In spector,” he says. “He’s right here—in the back of the truck. The three fellows who wanted to kill me are in there, too. They work for Mr. Castaloni.” * * * In a flash, all the guns are out again, and they are pointed at the truck. Callahan grabs the doors and swings them open, and every body jumps back. When Urey see the four squirming men, tied up neat as Christmas presents, they put their guns away. The Inspector jumps into the truck. Castaloni has revived and he is asking please to be taken to some safe jail where Angus can't get at him. Spike is also awake, and he is willing to answer a few pertinent questions. When 1he Inspector is finished [with the racketeers, he gives some orders and looks around for Angus and Adoreen. He finds them stand ing in the shadow’ of a building on the sidewalk. Angus’ arm is around Adoreen’s slim waist, and they don't seem to be interested in any further technicalities of the law. “I don’t like to interrupt,” says Callahan in a kindly sort of gruff voice, “but Spike Mudge is ready to speak his piece and something tells me Castaloni won’t be hard to crack. Spike already told, me enough to convince me that the broccoli racket is nipped in t h e bud. I hate to admit it, MacPhil lips, but you did a pretty thor ough job.” Angus is flustered. “Aw, it ain’t much, Inspector. Addie here did most of it.” “Just one. more thing,” the In spector interrupts. “I’ve been thinking, MacPhillips, that if you gonna be hanging around New York, I’d feel safer if I knew just where you were all the time. Now I know a few people around town. I can get you a good job. And after you satisfy the residence re quirement, maybe you can pass the exams and get on the force. If you’re gonna stick around, I’d just as soon have you on our side. How about it?” “Gosh, Inspector,” says Angus. (Continued on Page 19) THIMBLE THEATER _ _STARRING POPEYE he went to see the \ DOCTOR.SOMEONE TOLD/ | HIM HE HAS nAW jomEsN: WATER j owakneeJ i 1 Ap.r=p Wfe pa —^ BUCK ROGERS _BY LT. DICK CALKINS FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS BY BLOSSEH WHAT ARE WE GlVE U5 SOME \ A GREEM ^ STANOINS WERE- CLUES —WHAT J HAT, AN FOR? COME ON, WAS HE WEARING / OLIVE 6ET GOING / VOU WHEN HE LEFT /COLORED ANO HILDA TAKE THE HOUSE ? 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