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head,
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was
her
that
he a task to
long lounge one of
unexplainable silences,
but enough so that to
it would
to capitalize upon it. His
shoulder bent downward,
man. And then something
into the stomach of the
leaped, his
-y
big strides. He pivoted
corner and then pulled
abruptly. The men had
upon the girl.
Serial Story
by Michael Storm
I will
girl’s eyes. That
completely, although
reason why it shoud.
of her sharp words
when she moved her
got beyond her, he
He stood resentfully still, keep
ing his dark gaze down on her oval
face. It was only for a swift mo
ment but he caught the anxious im
pact of the
startled him
there was no
The memory
faded >o that
chair and Scott
though of her frightened expres
sion coucentratingly.
He came to the small door that
led into an outer hallwayy and he
pushed on the panel. In the hall,
he turned right toward the outside
entrance, edging past the people
who wire crowded here waiting for
a table in the inner dining room.
Just before the main entrance and
to the right there was another door
that led back into the bar. Scott
headed through, completing the
square of his walk, knowing that
from here he could view the two
men completely.
Scott took the time to study
them. The nearer was a heavy,
tall man with a dark, blocky face,
black hair and a profile that showed
an uncommonly long nose. The
fartther was slightly smaller, al-
liough just as powerful appearing;
and his hair was thin and light,
brushed straight back from a high
forehead. Both wore light suits,
nearer man had nervous
plunged other’s broad
stomach. The breath exploded from
the man’s mouth and his tall body
jacknifed. Scott brought his knee
up sharply and caught the man flush
upon the chin,
Not exactly ethical, Scott thought
grimly; but certainly efficient. And
then he was thrown sideward, the
weight of the smaller man bearing
him down. He felt a leg entangled
in his and then he lost balance. He
lurched, losing his footing and fi
nally sprawling on his hands and
knees. He turned his head and was
in time to see a foot swinging in a
deadly arc. He tried to roll with the
blow, but he was too late. The heavy
boot landed against his side ribs
and the force of it threw him upon
his face. He could feel his breath
rush from between his lips; a crush
ing weight seemed to be pressing
against his eardrums, Just then,
from far off, there came the long
roll of a police whistle. Three blasts
and close by an answer. Then the
pound of approaching feet.
A harsh voice rasped out:
police! Quick, Kurt, out of
Heavily, Scott lifted his
braced his hands upon the cement
sidewalk. The quick beat of heels
upon the sidewalk told him that his
adversaries were escaping.
Scott labored for breath,
blow to his ribs had almost
alyzed him. But, miraculously,
there before his eyes, stood a
black pair of shoes.
Scott lifted his head. He grunted:
“I’ll be all right ip, a minute.” A
pair of strong arms circled his
and heaved him, to his feet, A
flashed in his face.
“Shouldn't do that," Scott
mured critically. Almost apologet
ically the light went out. “Bad for
the dimout,” Scott finished,
“Where’s your pals?” The police-
Scott upright. By
returning slowly
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j movement of pressing lus palm to
his forehead. Scott could not com
pletely see the other
his view was partially
He started forward
back slowly through
tables. He seated himself unob
trusively on the stool and then re
membered that he had not again
looked at the girl.
He knew, the moment he had
seated himself, that the men had
not noticed him. They were talking
again, animatedly; hut suddenly
they went silent. Scott ventured a
glance, quickly, wondering; and
then in that moment there occurred
through the
those almost
not compete,
most people
break it,
Down the narrow
tween crowded tables
girl who had been sitting alone,
steady eyes were sweeping
crowd as she walked, but she studi
ously avoided glancing toward the
bar. She moved past Scott, not look
ing at him, and she was three steps
away when he heard the man next
to him speak softly:
“She is the one!”
“Alone! She has lied!”
The smaller man had arisen and
had moved almost behind Scott’s
back. The next words were a fierce
whisper, so much so that Scott in
voluntarily hunched his wide shoul
ders.
“We will see what she has to say
now!"
Scott Hayden’s muscles tightened;
the thin wires he had for nerves
shortened along liis back and quiv
ered in his legs. For then, as if on
signal, the two men at his side pull
ed away from the bar. Scott put his
drink down quickly and got off the
stool. He saw that the girl had dis
appeared. The two men were push
ing their way through the doorway.
He came to the door, pushed deft
ly and stepped out into the dark
ness. He stood stock-still. Foi’ a mo
ment his eyes were useless. He took
two uncertain steps, his eyes trying
to pierce the darkness,, and then
down to' his right, barely discern
ible, he could distinguish the hurry
ing shapes of two men.
Scott swung in that direction and
made his way along cautiously. The
street was almost deserted. He kept
his eyes straight ahead and he saw
the men slip around the corner.
Scott increased his pace, closing the
distance in
around the
himself up
converged
heard a half-stifled scream.
“Hey, you!” Scott yelled.
The girl was making the
worth while, Scott noted. She
kicking violently
hands in a silent,
seemed to charge
Scott crowded
a tight-balled fist in a
vending arc. There was
coming thud of bone on
an answering, surprised
had taken them unaware. So intent
had they been upon their quarry
that the possibility of interference
had not occurred to them.
Scott lunged savagely forward,
realizing liis advantage and deter
mined
blocky
nearest
driving
hit him a stunning blow on the
cheekbone. Scott straightened, his
mind Stunned for a fraction of a
second, but he managed to bring
his head up with a hard jerk. A
paralyzing shock ran through his
body as, the top of his head caught
a man’s jaw. Scott felt his eyes
spin in their sockets. The sidewalk
was tilting crazily. In a blur Scott
realized that the girl was still
standing, watching, fascinated by
what she saw.
“Quick!” Scott jerked out.,
up the street—under that light, and
yell for help!” He brought his at
tention squarely on his opponents,
for now the two men were con
verging upon him inexorably.
The girl moved out of Scott’s line
of vision as though propelled by
his words. At least, Scott thought
with satisfaction, she will get out
of this.
He set himself, iong legg slight
ly spread, wide shouldered body
hunched belligerently, knowing what
could happen now. These two men
appeared used to this type of brawl
ing. Scott realized once
his initial success could
to surprise.
The man before him
hands clawing' out. Scott ducked
coming up under the wildly flailing
arms. He let drive a big fist, and it
and using
tearing fury
the air with hate,
close and swung
swift des-
the
flesh and
grunt. He
man was holding !
now strength was
to* his leg muscles.
Scott answered:
be my pals, could
fight with a pal.”
“They couldn’t
they? Wouldn’t
Scott looked up 1
carefully. He asked'quickly; “Where’
is the girl? Did you see her?” |
The policeman’s gruff voice was
ominous. “Girl? There’s no
around here, What’re you talking
about?”
(To be Continued)
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