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PAGE SIX SPORT FLIES by Lawrence FOIKTK INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: Detective Dan Colweli of the Graber-VacI private detective agency is assigned the job of shadowing Lawyer Arthur McDonald, whose wife fears gangster enemies are plotting to murder him. McDonald is murdered in spite of Col well's watchfulness. : Dan is hot on their traii and suspects a sinister plot . . . He crossed the aliev and walked on. Two thickset men Vrushed past him with the air of knowing where ,; uicj ncic AJIU *?? ?.* hurry. Colwe.U recognized two citj' plainclothes men, Harry Dearie and ; Joe Harper. He realized they were on their way to the office of Arthur McDonald on a routine checkup. The : body had been identified, then. A sympathetic cloud crossed his i face at thought of Miss Jennings, the office girl. The poor kid was soon to get a heavy blow, news of her em- j plover's murder it would mean the I office chAted 'vd her job gone. Neitm-Quiker. nor Biadshaw! was in the lobby. Col.vek turned , back the way he had come and slow- i ly became aware that people hurried j past him with an air of excitement and curiosity. Then a squad car siren whined and the vehicle twisted in a sharp right angle to plunging j clown the alley. Dan moved (aster. 1, Sure enough, deep in the alley was ! a close-packed knot of people. By standing on tiptoe Col well could see over the heads of his neighbors two uniformed men who rose and stood aside for the squad men 'Soup Catterby," one growled. "Somebody jammed a knife right through that pretty striped tie. Say, that's the niftiest tie I seen today; and it's my birthaay. Thirty-nine. T got two swell ties from Clara, and from - " What the hell?Catterby?" "How come Soup went out from a ' k hi it-.* . w un mn il : One of the policemen ghriiggip^ , "Where's the quack ? T told Sarg. i to shoot over one of them doctors. Not that he could do much: Soup was"plenty" dead when we "tour.a I him." Straining1 to see bettor, Cohvc'd did at last attain a parliai view. Bradshaw, alias Soup Catterby, huddled grotesquely in alley fillli, his slioul.!?"rs against the brick wall of a skyscraper. A look of unspeakable . agony etched lines from his twisted nose to his mouth, from the corners j ? of his mouth down war l, arid in parallel grooves in his gaunt cheeks. He had the same terrible expression McDonald had worn A knife.its handle sliinv with ; blood, was siiM to the. very hilt in i i his chest. I: "Betcha it's his own?" one of the 1 policemen exclaimed "Yook, he's;' wearin* the scabbard under his pants, and it's empty!" Crcweii threaded his way out ot ! the crowd. It appeared that Quit- 3 len thought his Dal had tried to j doublecross him that he figured i Bradshaw, alias Catterhy. had obtamed thai pacaage from the sews i stand by the magic name Sweeney, i and had sent it to some hiding place : by a confederate. Dar. felt genuinely sorry for Soup < Catterby. It was his fault that he t What Mak Popu People come to a bank for s valuables and for financial sei of commerce moving. We be! necessary dignity add nothing services. This bank is popu] cause it's a friendly bank th tory service. You'll find ou: talk with you and discuss y you to come and see us soon Watauga Co BOONE V?. Deposits Insured 1 " 'a*}-v .--.5 / : - . 1 SMANf HI Ci H ? A. Keating had bet;; nmrdered by the revengeful Quihen jumping at conclusions. Although the dead man himself had participated in a murder an hour or so ago; he was a rat. "1 am very sorry. Mrs. McDonald," Dan reported over the telephone later. I have some very bad news and I don* I know how to tell you. Brace yourself. Mrs. McDonald. It's very bad indeed. "Tf you want it straight out then, something has happened to your husband. I thought perhaps the police had been there? Something very 1 serious. I'm sorry. Mrs. McDonald, but your husband was murdered an hour or so ago." He Waited. Several gasps came < to his ears and a wailing "Oh dear! Oil dear!" She went through her act. ; but it did not strike CoJweil as a < very good act. She never could earn j a living in the .smallest stage part, j that required emotion. Of course. vvucit no puses as mc wue 01 a man i ;vho liveu ami died a bachelor ... 1 There was r?o Mrs. McDonald and ! nevt-r had been. Colv. cil had been aware of that fron: the first. He listened attentively, putting' in a word here and there. Gradually the lawyer's iinposter \ ife calmed 1 her tumultuous grief that should, to ' be convincing, have been a trifle less tumultuous and a bit more hysteri- J cal. "I know who the murderers are. Mrs. "McDonald." That stirred her' Col well had be- j raved it would. She was breathless < an instant. "You do?" "Yes. But I haven't informed the police yet. We'll have to, soon, of ' course, but your instructions in Mr. ) Graber's office?Yes. there were Uvo. I It was with a knife, in a taxi cab I .luring a traffic iieup. Corner of B rod away and Alton i "What's that? No, but I'd know : them. Later, one killed the other < with Ills own knife. Both desperate characters " Dan's eyes roved to the ] corners. That jarred her tool "I thought there might be some little < thing-, unimportant. ot course, which you might not care to have get out ?" > r Mrs McDonald was very disturbed that he- knew the remaining* killer. Colwell had the impression site paus- i cd to confer with someone at her elhow. although he could not be ccr- < tain. "I have your phone number, j but haven't looked up ilr. McDon- .' aid's home address yet; will you give j i 3?. to me? Oh, 1 see." Colwell nod-j' iod lo the mouthpiece. Dan hung up and stopped out of the booth. He fished a cigarette i from his pack and lighted it. The i tiling grew more complicated Hut. I Winking back he could detect no error on his part. He had that- pack- 1 age, and that was okay! Coiwell thought it was working all right, j This case ought to be profitable. I His faxicab drew up to the some- i what tattered canvas canopy whose j begrimed white letters spelled Ken- ; nebee Hotel. Dan paid off the driver ( \nd paused on the sidewalk to gaze j] ibout him. The Kennebec was a \ ten-story affair of tan brick in a i neighborhood that once had been 1 fashionable as attested by the few 5 sprawling mansions which still evad:d the wreckers. Mostly there were 4 >ther lower ir.iddie class apartments ( ibout, and delicatessens with smoked i Wl es a Bank lar? afety of their savings and vices that keep the stream lieve that stiffness and unto promote better banking lar with its customers beat gives efficient, satisfacr officers always glad to I our problems. We invite J >unty Bank N. C, Up To $3,000.00 iVATAUGA DEMOCRAT?EVERT Not the "Caroline" , a 1,' ? ] MIAMI, Fla. \ / . "Miss fhaua 7 Fish wick (above), former British M Women's Golf Champion, here ? aboard the yacht "Caroline," denies *Jy? rumor that the "Caroline"' la shortly to become the honey- jv mcon crat't for David Windsor aud Airs. Wullis Simpson. ?vindows. A balloon man waited glumly on the far corner, a few au- pi Lomobiles rolled past, and there were at several young- women pushing baby hi carriages that contained the small di sons and daughters of two-hundred- p i-month clerks watching: clocks gi iowntown. y< Colwell did not relish the visit he u whs going to pay. He drew; a deep H breath of reluctance and forced his steps toward the revolving door. But b< it seemed absolute v necessary to p< put h?s head into the lion's mouth u Luis once. He had to iearn the ex- F r.rt application of those numbers on . the sTip of paper found on the run- a ning board of McDonald's taxi. They ^vere of great value, he suspected e< Lyith a thrill warming his breast, tl Enough to put a mar. on Easy Street n for life! Because a quarter of a million dol- si lars more in snow soon was due. a Arthur McDonald, brains of the ring, ir lad received that thirty thousand g ioilar package merely as a tryout of n; Lhe smuggling scheme. Quillen p wanted that, but more, he wanted t< the big shipment. That was why he D bad killed the lawyer, to get it all li for himself. Probably McDonald had n tried to hold out on that small package, arousing Qui lien's hate and k greed and the decision to get McDon- n nld out of the way. That two hun- b Jred and fifty thousand in narcotics si ivould put this small capture Dan f< bad lucked into, in the shade! When, exact.ly, was the big stuff si due and how was it coming? If he si was el ever enough he might lean: li that in the apartment of Miss Helen T Fane. But he would have to run e: the gar.tlet up there and it wasn't c joing to he fun.' n The sniali hotel lobby panelled in n Jark wood was indtrectly lightetl to jive a sort of garnishly modern ver- H 5ion of an old English inn. Dan h kcpt thinking the next few minutes ivould be rislcv. He stnnne.l at lhe si iesk. j. "Miss Kaunas apartment 707? By el ;he way, has a Mr. Quillen, a man T n a dark suit, rather wide mouth, M risr shnuKler^ com? in tn see her?.'/ hi "No, sii-, not today, sir, that ] noiced." hi Lefty was known here. then. Been m giving the girl a play, Dan hap- 01 jened to know. The clerk looked c; n surprise at the five-spot Coiwoll w Missed him. "Say, did you ever visit di venule and wish you had some excuse to^leave? Do a favor for me. u iTou ring me up in 707 just thirty U ninutes from now. I'll do the talk- C rc: the noint is von're. sl friend who ^ chow I'd bo there and you insist on leeing me. It's urgent." 01 He strove for a Don Juan grin. You know how it is when a man si Ihuckling, he poked a square fist u nto the clerk's chest. s\ His ehuclcle was infectious. The bi ioung fellow's black pompadour C witched forward as he grinned. He qi olded the five-spot and tucked it ci lafely away. "I'll do that, mister, ri ,Vho should I ask for?" "Colwell." He spelled it out. Thirty minutes from now?and not ,\i wenty-five minutes or thirty-five tl r.inutes Thirty." tl With a wink he turned to the ele- a ator. But his humor vanished as tl t carried him upward. The trouble vas. he scarcely knew what to ex- ec >ect. When the door on seven rolled C >ack he ivent down the carpeted hall, b! toting the padding exposed in places, ol t was a cheo^v bashy hotel where 10 one cared much what went on s< Jrovided it did not bung the police, di Mrs. McDonald admitted him. She I core a slinky black satin gown w vhich showed off her slender, supple ? igure to best advantage. Her eyes lad the look of recent weeping, al- w hough not enough to impress him. a: Mlwell stepped in and heard the y< loor close with an ominous click. b< "Sit down, Mr. COlwell. As I told w ,-ou, I've beer, living under my maid- o! n name of Fane." The girl swept c< last him to a chair and sank into it. n\ "Take off your coat, won't you?" pi He did take off his topcoat and hi iraped it over the chair that held his ei reft hat. Dan heard hinges squeak jehind him. He turned to find a st ihiny bluish forty-four automatic rr jointed his way with the hard killer fc lyes of hefty Quillen behind the m itraight barrel. ni It gave the detective a scries of di :hills down his spinal column. He y< tot to his feet, watching the man :ome out of a bedroom. "What is T his anyhow?" tl ' THURSDAY?BOONE, N. C. "So you know who killed McDon- i J J, eh? Two of thein! Wcli. Col- j ell. you're done for. Done for, get! V You and that snake of a detec-1 ;ve agency boss of yours. 1 mean raber!'* ) : The words rumbled from deep in j is b&rrei-likc chest. Quillen's face contorted hate and his eyes ere like the eyes of a little suckling ig Dan remembered from his kid ays on an Indiana farm, when the ig was wedged in a fence and the Id boar came at it. They were the yes of a man who could hate and ho was afraid. "Stick up your arias!" hefty snarled. Dan raised Ins palms level with is cars "What's this for? 1 don't ct you. Row do you know " He istcned accusing eyes on the Fane irl. "You cat?" Cohvell cried. You're not Mrs. McDonald! If you ...... 1..... it.:Ml. JASU V?VUiVUI ?. U?>V UllO g,u ? ere with you! Why," he stammerI as if it struck a terrific surprise > him, "you're not Mi*s. McDonald! ou're a?a fake!" Quillen's reaction to this was a Lizzled look. The puzzlement lifted s he seemed to make a guess, and e sneered. "Catches on fast for 8. iimb operative!" He stepped behind an and after brief fumbling had the tm from his pocket. "Helen. 1 guess ?u put. it over on Otto, eh? If it >ok him in bke it took this chump, old stiil!" "What do you mean about GraCohvell adopted the stupidity pise. "Graber's ail right. He alays handed nic my check every riday. Wliy should she pretend. . . iiv iext oi3. snaRiiig fi?s neao s if thoroughly mystified. Quillen Hung a curse that explain1 nothing: but his hate. "I'll hold lis guy. You search him, and don't liss anything!'7 She had dropped all pretenses that le waS the shyster lawyer's widow, nd her contempt for Dan was plain i the little lift of her "shoulder. The irl wore a hard look now and her ails as she poked her hand into his ockets managed to scratch and ?ar. She was a cat. She glared at an as if she would like to rend him mb from limb. Fane was in this less, plenty. All she4 found on him was a few eys, a notebook containing nothing luch of interest, forty dollars in ills and some small change, and a lip of paper in his vest with his rontain pen. "That's it! Gimme ii!" Quillen natchod it He backed away and moothed the paper, His hard eyes ghted "This is it the numbers, his is what we want!" he breathed ytiiltantiy. rnis dumb dick hadn't cen an idea ho was carry in' dvnalite around. Why." he cackled, "he light"ve give it to Graber." "You're crazy. Otto's out of town, te's in Ewing. Pennsylvania, or anyD\v on the way. He's off hunting." Lefty shot him a pitying look. Ho icked air noisily as he thought. "I uess we got to Kill him. all right, i" That's the only way, Helen hen he can't squawk that you faked !rs. Mac. Who killed McDonald 7" e thrust suddenly __al Dan Colweil, watching alternately the luc automatic, set his jaw. "Why >t ask me who used Soup Catterby's .vn knife on him in that alley? 1 in put two and two together as to J ho did the second job, knowing who I id the first!" Qulllen's jagger 1. tobacco-ye!!owed ietli gleamed wet. "Ych," he mut:red, nodding. "We got to kill you. olwell. Yeh, we'll do it. too." He lanced at the paper in his hands. Eight, five, three, dash, six, six le." The expression on the man's face owly changed. Perplexity, he tried > shake off but failed, gave w?.y to ispicion. It grew keener and more itter. His piggish eyes raised to olwell. Lrvftv u'At l?ic. Jint, 1 ? J ..^v .HO lijia wail tl lick sweep of his tongue, trying to mvhtcd himself that it was all ght: that these were the numbers. "Listen," he said 3t last, thickly. iVhen we jerked all the stuff outa lac's pockets, identification and all lat, we got the numbers too. Hell, lat's what we were after. I takes squint at them, see? You don't link? " He left off. "What, Lefty?" Helen Fane aski. "Think what ?" For answer Quillen stepped nearer olwell and struck him a glancing low 011 the head with the muzzle 1 ! his gun. You rati" he shrilled. | You got them numbers hid away imewhere! This ain't the paper T ropped on that taxi running board! kind of remember . . . Yup, the first as seven. The next was?let's see -I guess it was ought. That's it!" -L.i3i.en: ne yelled at Dan, and aved his gun as if about to strike ?ain, "you ain't so damned dumb as ju act! You switched them num;rs, you goat! These ain't the ones ere on that slip you must've picked ff the running board. Come on, >me on, out with 'em! Give me the umbers!" he howled, and made a iss at Colwell's vest as if to jam is hands into the pockets for anoth search. Rubbing the side of his head which ill stung from the blow, Colwell lanagcd only with the greatest efirt to keep control, to maintain his lystified, hurt look. "What do you ean? I threw that slip away. It idn't mcar. anything to mc. Who iu hittin'?" he whined. "Helen! Go through him again, he dirty?. He's tryin' to slip us icse phoney numbers! Listen," he barked before she could speak. "I pot a memory; ain't I** J swear the first was 7. The next was 0." Quil- | Ion put a hand to his forehead, half bent at the waist, and concentrated with all his might. Still there '.\as no opportunity for Cohvell to r rab for his gun even had he been so minded. Quiller. straightened.. "1 | know I'm right!" "What you waiting for?" he roar-! cd at the eirl "Sc-anh him: Yank I; every stitch off! We got to find 11 'cm, don't we?" "Wait. Lcftv. Don't foam at the ; mouth as if you've gone nuts. Think i a minute," she snapped, not in the \ least cowed by his thundering, i "Think a second, will you, and get | the rest of those numbers." Mea - j while she was engaged in turning Cohvell's pockets inside out. She , found nothing. "Can't you get the;! rest of them. Lcftv?" He relapsed into a spasm of cursing and slumped into a chair. "Gecz! ; But I know these ain't the ones. You j third?; lie turned them over to Otto j Graber?" Helen Fane, alias McDonald, stared j at Colwell. He said nothing for a moment, j j "Listen, what 1 can't figure out is. ! j what of it? 3 mean the numbers ! What are they for?" (Continued Xexl Week) ANNUAL REINS-STU BURIAL ASS No. Wilkcsboro Boone Year Ending Doct BENEFIT! Ossic Irwin $100.00 L.ulu, Wineharjrer . 100.00 J. C. Darsnet 100.00 Marion Moore Beach. .. 100.00 CJarnie Smith 100 00 Mary Anderson 100.00 Phroiiy Church ...... 100.00 Kathleen Choatc 100.00 Billy Cray Kemp 50 00 William Sherrill 100.00 Lee Hemric 100.00 Vance Patterson 100.00 Laura Ball 100.00 Eugene Hayea 100.00 Edith Parsons 100.00 Beatrice Fortr.er 50.00 Leonard Tuliver 100.00 Cora Killings 100 00 A A BumgariM i 100.00 LOvctt J. 00.00 Elizabeth Cheek 100 00 R. J Mickeal \00.00 Roxic Pierce 100.00 Mamie Eng'ebird 100.00 Rebecca Kerry 100 00 Donnic Mae Anderson 100.00 Bessie Siir.s . . 100.00 Mrs Lillie Reec< 100,00 Pansy Church 100 00 Eme Bumgarner 100.00 Tonnuie MUam 50.00 Clyde Mitchell 100.00 L. X. Ahisher 100.00 Mrs. C. F Osborne 100.00 .lake Ellison 100.00 J. C. Anderson 100.00 Evona Bltfck 50.00 Frank Whittington ... 100.00 Lund a I ouiso Hollar 50 00 A. J. Payne 100.00 Mnive Segravex . 100.00 W. A Watkins 100.00 A. G. Segravcs . 100.00 Garfield Shew 100.00 FINANCIAL S Balance on hand January 1, 1936 Amount collectod three assessmen Less expenses for 87 burials Balance in bank December 31. 193 STATE OF NORTH CAROL1NAI, Madge L. Sturdivant. Secret fy that the above is a true stale and Benefits paid by the Associati MAD Subscribed and sworn to befoi cember, 1936. (My co The object of a burial assoc: safe, sound and practical plan for penses of a member one year up $50.00; 10 years up to 65 years, S We believe it more practical j quarterly basis, malting assessmer October of each year, unless the are fully satisfied that there is en assure you of the protection for w any emergencies, such as influenza accidents, then and only then (in tion) are they justified in passing those who will come to your comi operate for four single assessment ivjui oouDie assessment scale is I department, and it is not a guess those who have been operating tl claims for 35 years that it takes s four double or quarterly assessmei ury with which to pay your clain have the protection for which y< The Reins-Stonlivant Bu you safe, sane, sensible and as long as you pay your due! We need the support and cokeep the association strong, and protection to join the family cirt who believe in helping others and I JANUARY 14, 1937 m~?' Liquid. Tablets first day?IlcsidSalv, Nose Drops ache. 30 minutes. Try "Kub-M.v-Tism"- World's Best Liniment Your Credit Is Good at High Land Furniture Company "Everything for the Home'' Depot St. Boone, N. C. $1.50 PACKAGE, now ?1.00 S1.00 PACKAGE, now GOc BOONE DRUG CO. The KEXAXX. Store t REPORT RDIVANT iOCIATION West Jefferson Sparta :mber 31si, 193G S PAID G Y. Johnson 100.00 Lcro.v Armstrong 10000 Mary Rhodes I no.00 Sam Wootcn 50.00 ( William Hill 50.00 Genia Busseii . 100.00 Ida Brown .100.00 Eva Clanton 100.00 Lonnie Canter 100.00 OIlie Johnson 100 00 Rlioda Parsons 100.00 Edna Benge 100.00 I). M. Edwards . 100.00 Harlow Hayes 100.00 Minnie Miller . 50.00 Hassle Pilkiiigton 100.00 W. A. Pillion 100 00 Xlalile Richardson 50.00 Evaline Haraby .... 100.00 Glenn swaim rOG.OO , Catherine Barnes 1.00.00 Wiijiam Moore . 100.00 Betty Jean Bare 50.00 Dallie Triplette 100.00 R. t.\ Eller 100.00 Wiley Oodson 100.00 E i.. Chambers 100.00 W. I., Maines 100.00 Julia Canter 100.00 P. Franklin Miller .. 100.00 W H. Gwgan 100.00 J W Forester 100.00 Jerry Batsguess 50 00 C. A Parks 100.00 iMiiuuc mancnc cnuson luu.uo Mrs V. L. Ashley 100.00 Bert Weaver 100.00 Lula Kcnr.cJy 100.00 Sophia Choale 100.00 Mary Hall 100.00 Joseph Wilcox, Jr 50.00 Laura Johnson 100.00 $8,100.00 TATEMENT - $ 1.577.04 >ts 10,369.59 $11,946.63 $ 8,100.00 6 3,846.63 Wilkes County: ary-lYeasurer, do hereby certlment di Assessments collected ion for tile year 1926. 3E L. STURIHVANT, Secretary-Treasurer. e me, this the 31st day of DeN. L. ABSHER. Notary Public, Willies County, omission expires Oct. 3, 1937.) iation should be to provide a the payment of the burial exto 10 years in the amount of 100.00 ind economical to o? ? ? -r ? " its in January, April, July and officers and board of directors ough money in the treasury to hich you pay and a surplus for ., other epidemical diseases and justice to you and your protecup an assessment. There are nunity and say that they can s per year, but the eight single he rate set up by the insurance but a source of knowledge to le association and paying their even to eight single or three to its to keep money in the treasis and without this you do not >u pay. rial Association promised economical protection and 5 you shall have it. operation of every member to we need those who need the :le of more than 20,000 others being helped by others.
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