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shoes.
Mac
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eyes blind
If .Slick was sinister,
I
and drugs, this
even more sinis-
Mac was crude, brutal,
knew: 'She had
Slick Allen and
Money Isn’t Everything
by ANNE MARY LAWLER
“Your bedroom is the last one
along the balcony. . "When you’re
ready to retire, kindly leave your
clothes, particularly your shoes, nut
J haven't time to sit
I’m
in the halt
np and watch you all night,
a little done in myself.
“I think it only fair to mention
In passing that your door will <be
locked and your window is tw
flights above a cement terrace in
back. If you want to drop out and
(break a leg or two go ,ahead, But
don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Jill rose, stared at him with futile
fury. He bowed ironically, hande<
her a lighted lamp and a pair of
blankets. “Sorry the sheets won’t
arrive till tomorrow,
dreams.”
“I suppose,” thought Jill as shr
climbed the stairs, her _
With imipotent tears, “this is the
business of living my own life that
I used to talk so much about.”
CHAPTER XXVIII
Haying decided that Slick Allen—
•with at least one accomplice and
(probably more—’had taken Jill up
state to some hideout in the lake
region near the border, Mike ant
Toni and Lyle made lightning pre
parations to take up the trail while
it was only a few hours old.
They rushed John Morton back to
his hotel with a list of instructions
for the Argus Detective Agency.
They had a stealthy conference
with the (police Department, again
enjoining the need for complete and
utter silence about the kidnapping.
The Chief of (Police agreed. “If
these fellows get the wind up,” he
said, “anything can happen and
probably will. O.K. We sit back
and wait for the ransom note. And
in the meantime—”
“In the meantime,” Mike said with
determination, “we three start out
after them.”
“The girl, too? Isn’t that rathe:
risky?” The
Toni
Toni .broke
only one who
go along, we may .pass through
towns that mean something to me.
Maybe I’ll remember more.”
Lyle said, “When we get in the
danger zone, we’ll keep her under
cover.”
“Tn the meantime,” Mike advised,
“it might be a good plan to keep an
eye on Toni’s apartment. This guy
Slick may only be out of town for
a day or so. He may come back
for the ransom money—and if he
does, there’s an offchance he might
stop off to .see her, thinking she
might give him some inside dope
on how the investigation is {pro
gressing, if .there is any investiga*
tion.”
The Chief nodded.
“We’ve got to find her before the
Lyle added
too much to
officer was dubious.
Goes Along
in hastily. “I’m the
knows 'Slick. As we
out, armed
money is paid out,”
soberly. “She—knows
be safe—afterwards.”
The . three started
with a pair of very comforting auto
matics, enough shells to carry on a
sizable battle ( a book on upper
New York State for the refreshing
of Toni’s lazy memory, and a power
ful sedan of unobtrusive shabbi
ness.
■ Scarcely four hours after Slick
and Jill' had purred northward, the
trail was being followed.
Mike had a brilliant idea, one that
gobbled up considerable time, but
one that he hoped would pay rich
dividends. He made a practice of
stopping along the highway, not at
the large, brightly lighted gas-sta
tions, but at' the smaller, ill-cared-
£•01* motor oases.
Following the Roadstei’
At each he casually inquired about
a green roadster, driven by a blonde
■girl. One man recalled such a car.
He said: “It didn’t stop. A man
was driving. He had somebody with
him. A girl. iShe was sleeping,
or at least, she had her eyes closed.
" About 4 in the afternoon.”
Mike concealed his enormous de
light They were on the right
track, after all! He pointed out
Many a Romance
Th® live® of many young people
am x?A<le mieitabla by the breaking
of pisiplas on. the face.
.Th® trwsblo is hot so much physi
cal pain, but it is the mental suffer
ing caused by the embarrassing dis-
fflghrdtti'eht Of the face which very
often mikes the sufferer ashamed to
go Ont ih company.
Tito quickest way to get tid> of
pimples is to improve the general
health by a thorough cleansing of
the blood Of its impurities.
Burdock * 'JJloOd Bitters cleanses
and purifies th® blood— Get rid of
ycrar pimplOS by taking B.R.B.
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an imaginary slow leak in the
front tire, tipped the attendant,
casually, and went on to the next
station. *
The imaginary slow leak carried
them slowly along the highway,
and Mike dropped quarter after
quarter into willing grimy paws.
(Some obliging mechanics reported
seeing the green car -driven by the
blonde girl. Some reported seeing
it driven by an older woman,
Alike gathered together all man
ner and kind of clues, false and
otherwise, and pushed northward,
Lyle fretted at the delay. Toni
dropped off to sleep, her dark head
tipped forward uncomfortably, Lyle
looked at her with pity. Poor kid,
she’s exhausted,” and scooped her
into one -arm. She leaned her head
against his shoulder and slept
peacefully. The car went on.
At the unkempt station where
'Slick had bought gas, the mechanic
remembered the car, and better
still, the driver. He said: “Sure. A
tall thin sort of gent. Bought gas.
No oil. Real snappy looking guy,
sort of smooth looking. But he had
a mean eye.”
No, he hadn’t noticed any girl.
If she’d been in the car, she didn't
make any sound. Maybe she was
asleep, It was only a couple of
hours ago and pretty dark. Come
think of it, the driver had stood by
the door, hiding anybody that
might have been inside.
The attendant’s eyes popped wide,
“Anything wrong?” he asked,
Mike smiled ruefully. “She’s my
sister and she’s eloping with that
bird,” he confided. “I'm trying to
catch’ up with them and 'bring hei"
back before Mom finds out.”
Mike went slowly back to his car,
shared the information With Lyle.
“Montreal,” he mused. “A cover-up.
He wouldn’t risk trying to slip hex*
across the line. They look too close
and they ask too many questions
and he couldn’t keep her uncon
scious forever. O, he’s running for
that lodge, if we can ever find it.”
“We’ll have to move fast,” Lyle
worried. “We haven’t got all the
time in the world.”
They examined the road map by
the -dim light of the dashboard,
“We’re 3'0 miles from Clayton,”
Mike said. “The Copper Kettle’s at
■Clayton. I’m for putting up "there
for the night, or what's left of it.”
Lyle pointed out a town. “Ames
is this side of Clayton. I move we
dr-op Toni off there. Close enough,
but not too close, in case we run
into 'Slick. She can keep in touch
with Morton from Ames. Less
risky than our calling from the
Copper Kettle, if 'Slick has any of
his thugs hanging out there.”
Mike agreed. Ames proved to be
a somnolent little own with a ramb-
ling frame hotel, the Ames House,
There Toni was deposited under the
name of Alice Clay, and given her
final instructions.
Mike said: “Keep to your room
even for meals. We don’t want to
take a chance of having Slick spot
you if he should be in the neighbor
hood. Call Morton every three,
hours. We’ll call you regularly
from the Kettle. We'll be regis
tered as John Michael and Joe Lyle
in case you want to call us. Good
luck, kid.”
“Take care of yourselves,” Toni
tossed the sentence impartially to
the pair, but het eyes were intent.
on Lyle.
Toni Left Behind
The black sedan crawled quietly
away from the Victorian portico of
the Ames House. Toni went mood
ily up to her cheerless room, bitter
ly resentful of being left behind.
Lyle and Mike pushed onward to
Clayton. It was but a few hours till
dawn when they hammered on the
heavy oak door of the Copper Kettle.
A drowsy-eyed proprietor* grudging
ly let them in and passed a sleeps'"
eye over the two signatures on the
register—John Michael — Joseph
Lyle.
They undressed wearily, Mike
said: “In the morning we get on the
trail of that Indian lodge and see if
we can tic Slick up with it. We’ll
talk to Toni and get the latest shriek
out of New York. Wonder if we
can get big city papers in
like this?”
Lyle yawned. “Hard
Might be a good idea to
Chief of Police socially,
newspaper man, It should
Lying haaily in that borderline
between waking and sleeping, Mike
thought: “If she’s only safe—if
she's only safe—nothing matters.
Nothing matters but that. Even if
I never .hold her tn my arms agafn,
even if I lose her tomorrow. If
only she comes out of this alive—”
file’ would have ’been somewhat
startled to know that Lyle was
thinking much along the same Hues.
They tonally drowsed off, slipping
swiftly into the soundless black
slumber of utter exhaustion.
Jill Begins a. New DayI Jill awakened early the next
morning, her head still thick and
heavy from the opiate. She sprang
out of bed in terror before she
finally remembered where she was,
before she finally recalled the aw
ful events of the day before.
Then remembrance name. The
notes to Toni and Mike, The hasty
plan to return home to Chicago. Jill
saw herself striding down the
street, suitcase in hand, meeting
Slick, stepping into his car, "She
remembered the furtive inn, the
odd .coffee, the swift (blackness that
had come over her, Then the ride——
that long, cold nightmare of a flight
culminating in this, a deserted
lodge, hqw many miles from help
she could never guess.
If her situation had been a des;
perate one the night before, when
her body was exhausted and weak from exposure,'when her mind was
blurred with fear
morning it took on
ter outlines.
This much she
been kidnapped by
a hitherto unseen accomplice, Mac.
She would not be missed for about
12 hours, maybe more, Then what?
A Stranger Confronts Her
She shivered, less with cold than
with stark terror.
A rap on the door was followed
by Slick’s oily tones, “Your clothes
are outside the door. Get dressed.4’
She heard his footsteps,'stealthy
and light and assured, vanishing
down the stairs. (She opened the
door, drew in her suitcase and the
clothes piled on it,
A squat little man with the most
brutal face she had ever seen, out
side of the movies, sat hulked on a
chair at the head of the stairs. Mac,
evidently, and on duty early.
Jill sighed, hastily drew on the
warmest clothes she could find in
the bag. A sweater, a pleated wool
skirt, two pairs of stockings—for
the raw cold bit to the bone
tweed jacket, her heaviest !
She opened the door again,
eyed her malevolently.
“Inside, sister,” the words drool
ed from the corner of a sadistic
mouth.
“I — want to get washed —
want some water—” she fumbled.
“Inside.”
Jill backed helplessly into the
room, closed the door and leaned
against it.
he was at least sinister in a quiet
fashion.
animal in nature and appearance.
A tap on the door. Jill stood mo
tionless, vainly trying to stem the
rising tide of hysteria that swept
over her. Slick’s voice seeped
through the heavy panelling.
“Your bath, Milady.” She opened
the door cautiously and snatched a
steaming bucket from his hands.
At least, Jill thought humorously,
■some of the civilized amenities were
tn “be observed. She carried the
bucket to the windowsill, found a
towel and . washcloth and soap in
her bag, and began to scrub -off
ravages of yesterday’s bitter
perience.
Her lips were still sore from
gag.
a village
to say,
meet the
You’re a
be easy.”
the
ex
the
One side of her face was
scratched and dirty from her fall
on the walk. She washed gently,
carefully, feeling the courage flow
back into her veins gradually.
Mac hammered on the door, sum
moning her with a surly: “Break
fast. Downstairs. Make it snappy.”
Breakfast is Ready
Jill cast one last reassuring look
at herself in the mirror, then
inarched cheerfully down the stairs.
Slick was disposed to be chatty at
breakfast, Mac was surly and taci
turn. Jill studied both men warily.
“You’re more chipper this morn
ing than you were last night,” Slick
said lightly. “Did I bore you?”
“Only with that revolver of
yours,” Jill answered, and was re
warded by a loud guffaw from Mac.
“Not a bad .layout this, is it, Miss
Morton?” (Slick asked.
Jill permitted herself another
shred of humor before she attacked
a plateful of bacon and eggs. “I’ve
been places I liked better.”
Mac opened his mouth again in
another dreadful burst of laughter.
Jill thought: “There’s only two of
them. <One will have to go for the
ransom money. That will leave
Only one. I hope it will be Mac.
He’d be a little easier to outwit than
Slick.”
CHAPTER XXIX
When Toni awakened at the Ames
House the morning after the kid
naping, it took her fully five min
utes to orientate herself, Tlie panic
and excitement of the day before
had become part and parcel of the
Weird dreams that starred her sleep.
(She glanced at her watch, Nine-
thirty. Bhe must have been ex
hausted. Rhe spoke Into’ the tele-
phono and. ordered breakfast sent
to her room. Breakfast and a
newspaper. She would wait until
10 before she called John Morton
in New York. It Was possible, just
possible, that Lyle and Mike might
have something to report.
Toni Remembers
Remembrance struck Toni vio
lently. Leaving her breakfast to
cool on the tray, she scrambled for
the phone, demanded the Copper
Kettle in (Clayton. After an inter
minable wait, she heard herself
asking in a high, excited voice, if
she might speak to 'Mr. Lyle. Oddly
enough, it did not occur to her to
ask for Mike.
Lyle's voice eventually trickled
across the wire. Toni said, “I re
membered Lyle. I remembered the
name. It’s Corlear.”
“Are you sure?” his voice grew
warm with interest.
“Quite sure. Corlear. I thought
I’d better call and tell you first
thing.”
Lyle subdued his tones, ■ ‘'Can’t
talk now, Kid. I’ll tell the side
kick, and get in touch with you
later. ’Bye.”
Lyle imparted the news to Mike
across the breakfast table. Mike
glowed with journalistic, fervor, and
when the slow-moving waiter re
appeared, he said casually: “Mr
Lyle and I are from the Resort
'Bureau of the New York Star.
We’re doing work on interesting j
smaller towns. He writes and I
photograph. What would you sug
gest in Clayton?”
, The waiter became reverently
helpful. “Well,” he said, "we got
the 'biggest city hall of any small
town in the (State.”
“Then—” the waiter pondered
more deeply— “there’s the lakes.
(Good huntin’ an’ fishin’ around ’em.
Lots of rich guys got estates along
them lakes.”
■Mike said idly, “Yes, We Were told
not to miss the Corlear place.”
valuable litformation
The waiter said, “You mean
Wapanucka, 'One of the swellest
lodges round here.”
Mike’s heart sang,
we find it?”
“’Bout 18 miles
Little Finger Road,
but you can make it O.K.
Lyle yawned lastly,
think It’d be Worth while. .Probably
nobody around to show us the place.
We want indoor pictures if WO
could get them. This Is off-season,
isn’t it?”
The Walter grinned, “Ain’t no sea-
son off-season for Wapanucka.
Peeple dome and go every now and
then, summer and winter* Mist’
Corlear, he got a plqita an’ he fly
up sometimes, They’s a landlii’ field
hear the lodge,”
(TO R® CONTWBD)
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“On September 14, 1961, Joseph
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We put it that way purposely...Ac- •
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A son of the late William 5Vor-
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seasons you will find him at the
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