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by Lawrence A Keating
FIRST INSTALMENT
Dsn Colwell Sat, in his cubby-hole
office with chair tilted back, feet on
the cigarette-marred oak desk, perus
ing the morning News. A second
time he read the item in the Around
Town column which stated that Otto
Graber, president of the Graber-Vael
Detective Agency, was leaving to
day for Ewing, Pennsylvania, on a
two-week hunting trip. "Sportsman,”
the columnist described him, “and av
iation enthusiast. Mr. Graber pilots
his own monoplane.”
Dan squinted thoughtfully at the
north wall as if to peer through it
into the office of his superior. So
Otto was going away . , . hunting?
Very convenient, he reflected, and
very wise of Otto,
The president’s secretary paused in
the doorway. “Mr. Graber wants you.
There’s a Mrs. McDonald with him.
Probably expects you to frame her
husband with some chorus cutie for
a divorce. Poor Papa!”
He twisted around with a grin but
the girl was gone into the quarters
of the other partner, taciturn Horace
Vael. Colwell’ squinted a last time
at the newspaper piece about Graber,
lifted his feet from the desk, and rose.
He hesitated a moment, conscious of
a sense of expectancy that speeded
his pulse. A good deal depended on
the next few minutes. Dan waited
for this day through months of sor
did divorce build-ups and jewel guard
ing assignments at the lavish balls of
the Four Hundred. But this was not
to be another dready evidence hunt
for the Court of Domestic Relations
—nor any other court in the County
Building.
Colwell went down the brief cor
ridor and knocked on the door that
bore Otto Graber’s name and the
warning Private. He twisted the knob
and entered. “You want me, Chief?”
Graber's stocky, Teutonic form
was hunched well beck in his chair,
his powerful, pudgy hands laced over
his stomach. He unclasped his fing
ers to scratch in his blond stubble
of hair as he. swung to Dan. “Right.”
With sudden remembrance of, cour
tesy Otto hoisted himself out of the
chair. He gestured to his visitor, and
following the movement Colwell saw
a young woman in a trim dark suit
with a flaring white bow at her
throat, a fox scarf draped carelessly
over narrow shoulders, a saucy little
monkey hat.
“Mrs. McDonald, Ms Colwell.
Wife of Arthur McDonald, the law
yer, Dan."
He bowed and smiled. She was a
stunning woman of twenty-five or
so, a woman he would turn to watch
if he passed her on the street. Her
complexion was creamy, her mouth
small and red and luscious as those
Bing cherries that come in spring
from California. Under a fringe of
dark hair Colwell found wide brown
eyes that were steady and warm, in
teresting eyes that held his until with
a slight sensation of giddiness, he
broke the spell.
She turned to .Graber^ Who had
quickly ”at down again. “You’re sure
this man is the very best obtainable?”
“Sit down, Dan. Ain’t you the best
private operative in town?”
“Certainly.” He drew up a chair
and lowered his solid five foot eleven
frame noiselessly as a cat.
Grabar laughed: it sounded a .little
forced. He flung a hand in the dir
ection of two suitcases strapped and
ready on the floor, with a stiff lea
ther gun case lying across them. "See
that item about me in the paper? I’m
off to Pennslyvania, huntin’. So you
are to report to Mrs. McDonald here
direct—phone. I know the cast and
it’s real special. She’ll tell you as
much as she wants. Now go ahead,
Mrs. McDonald. Colwell’s your man.”
Dan reached to the open humidor
on his employer’s desk and ignoring
Graber’s quick scowl, selected a per-
fecto. He pulled the wrapper off and
passed the cigar back and forth un
der his nostrils inhaling its pungent
odor. Fifty cent cigars were beyond
the modest pay of a private agency
sleuth.
Mrs. McDonald sat on the edge of
her chair, small hands clutching her
gloves, her face very serious and wor
ried. “I—just can’t bring myself to
repeat all the story, Mr. Colwell,” she
said in a rich contralto. “It's about
my husband, you see. He’s—Arthur
has a certain prominence, as you
doubtless know. He practices crimin-
“Pardon me,” Otto Graber inter
posed quickly, "you don’t want that,
l.’m sure. I mean, not right off. This
is danwd unusual, see?" he explain
ed to Dan, and twisted the black cig
ar from one corner of his wide mouth
to the other. Graber leaned. “She’s
stirred up,’ ’he said in a low voice.
“Just do what she wants and forget
it, see?”
Dan rose as Mrs. McDonald, rose.
She stepped close so that he .caught
the fragrance of her and felt that she
sought to hold him again with those
brown pools of her eyes. Her hand
crept mouse-like up his forearm. “No!
No! I mean, when anything occurs,
you are to telephone me at the num
ber on this card. Do you understand?
Follow Arthur—that’s what you must
do. Let me know who is after him!”
“Well,’ ’she said abruptly, her eyes
falling, “that seems to cover it. You
won’t let him out of your sight, Mr.
Colwell?”
“Not a minute.” He found the card
blank except for the number penned
on it, He tucked it into a vest poc-al law.'
Colwell reflected as he inhaled cig- ket. “Suppose I call you once or twice
What you gotta 'do is keep this guy
ar smoke that she might, without be
ing inaccurate, have termed Arthur
McDonald a shyster. “Oh, your hus
band is well known,” he nodded.
'Well, many of his cases—There
are su:h rough, greedy, men in the
world, aren’t there?” the stunning
young woman went on embarrassed-
ly. “T—this is no divorce case, you
know. My husband and I are very
happy. But he’s in danger. Someone
wants to kill him. He doesn’t know
it—at least I don’t think so.” She
sank back with an appealing look at
Graber. “I just can’t talk about .it.
Must I?” she begged.
Dan knew the woman was acting,
though she accomplished it with
charm that would make a man ash
amed to push her for more details.
She was that steady type of person
ality who could speak straight out
easily enough, if she cared to. But
Graber came to the rescue as she de
sired. “Don’t bother, Mrs, McDon
ald. Don’t excite yourself. Colwell
here asks no questions, just does what
he’s told.”
“You wish me to shadow your hus
band, is that it?”
“Yes! Would, you? And—protect
him? Learn who is after him and, of
course, keep the rascal from doing
harm? And maybe turn him over to
the police?”
from gettin' killed.
daily, according to developments?
And where do you think 1 might find
Mr. McDonald to start?”
She consulted a jeweled wrist
watch. “He often lunches at the Wav
erly Club on Reed Street. It’s about
time noAv. And you’ll phone me full
details? Good-bye, Mr. Graber.’’’ She
offered her small hand to Otto. “I
hope you have a lovely hunting trip.
I hope you shoot lots of—caribou, is
it? And, I'm depending on your hand
some detective, for you charged me a
disgraceful sum, Mr. Graber!”
“Costs money to employ, the best
operatives in town,” he returned the
stock excuse. “Good day.” Smiling
ly, Graber ushered her out. As he
closed the door his face changed and
he waddled back to his chair glow
ering. “You got nerve! What do you
think that humidor is, a grab bag?”
“Mighty good cigar, Otto. Whats’
her game, anyhow?”
“Game? She ain’t got a game.
Afraid her busband’ll get killed, ain’t
that plenty? What you gotta do is
keep him from gettin’ killed and find
out who the guy is.” He shot Col
well a look. “What makes you think
she’s got a game?. You’re hired to
trail Mac and that’s enough.”
i “All right. So you’re off to hunt
' for two weeks?”
! “Yeah, right now. I better hike.
You handle Mrs. McDonald careful,
see? I'd have you report to Vael
while I’m gone, but what good is that
dumb thick? A swell partner for a
man to have!” the detective agency
chief complained.
“Swell looker, ain’t she?” he asked
in sudden appreciation, and nudged
Colwell. "Well, I gotta beat it, Ew
ing, Pennsylvania. See that in the
News about me. It said ’sportsman
and aviation—uh, bug', Well, I am a
pilot, ain’t I? Yeah, that’s right—
you read it, Well, so long Dan, see
you 'in two weeks. I’ll bring you
back a ring-tail baboon or something.
And say,” he called after Colwell,
“I’m locking this humidor; see? Don’t
you snitch none of my fifty cent
smokes while I'm gone!”
Leaving the office, Dan pressed an
elevator button and stood waiting.
“Swell plan Graber’s got,” he mut
tered to himself. He pursed his lips
for a whistle that did not come. “Mrs,
McDonald’s a sly one! I’ll need, to
watch my P’s and Q’s. This thing
has got to be handled with gloves.
But—” He hummed briefly. “There’s
a chance for big results.”
Fifteen minutes later he entered the
Waverly bar, a part of the notorious
Waverly Club, a night excitement
place in an adjoining hall. The bar
was a long, ornate room done in the
modern manner of silver and black
and straight lines. Tables scattered
about were for the most part occup
ied by sporty looking men at lunch.
The meal, he noticed passing a menu,
was a dollar and a quarter. He was
on expanses but there might not be
time to consume a whole lunch. Col
well went to the end of the bar and
ordered beer.
McDonald was not here yet, Dan
knew the fellow by sight, a small man
of forty with pince-nez glasses and
white, bony hands. He had watched
McDonald extract more than one ras
cal from the toils of the law, waving
his bony hands and throwing his tim-
brous, persuasive voice around the
courtroom. McDonald was the kind
always skating on thin ice, barely
evading disbarment proceedings and
contempt citations. He might be mix
ed up in anything—and was.
The foaming beer was set before
him. Dan sipped some of it ,then
turned to a battery of telephone
booths. He entered the first, closed
the folding door, and made sure he
could see the expanse of the bar-room
before he dropped a nickel in the slot.
“Central 0576.”
He got a quick connection. “Hello,
giye me Irita.”
“He waited a moment. “Irita?
Dan. Well, we’re started, eh? It’s
risky business but Graber doesn’t
seem to suspect. That Mrs. McDon
ald took him ten yards in one down.
But he was surprised to hear Lefty
has ideas of a big grab!* Anyhow.
Otto’s off to Pennsylvania hunting,
and I don’t mean rabbits. He’s
greedy! Every time he thinks of that
joy dust he begins to dream he owns
a bank. Oh! Here comes McDon
ald—I’m signing off. We’ll make ’em
walk the plank before we’re through.
Call you again. Be careful, Irita.”
Fie lingered in the 'phone booth
until Arthur McDonald located him
self at a table. Dan returned to his
beer, saw the lawyer order lunch, so
himself ordered it 'with a hint to the
waiter to make haste. *
The meal over, McDonald, tripped
to the cashier in that quick, woman
ish way of his, paid his check, and
chatted with a friend at a nearby
table. He surveyed the whole bar
room as be donned his hat arid light
coat, then departed. Colwell let him
get a head start4. As he paid his own
check he saw through the big glass
window two men come along the walk
and accost McDonald. .Dan stalled in
side with a friendly remark to the
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cashier. McDonald, he noticed, did
not appear to relish the companion
ship of those fellows.
The shorter man wore a loud strip
ed suit and derby. He looked like a
pug. The other, taller, was a clean
featured man of thirty-five, but he had
an expression of cruelty on his face.
He was dressed in an ordinary dark
suit that emphasized the burly shoul
ders and thick arms of him.’ When
turned his back Colwell thought
saw the coat skirt reveal the butt
a gun underneath.
(Continued Next Week)
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BRIDGES INTO MADRID SCENES OF WILD FIGHTING BETWEEN REBELS AND LOYALISTS
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The Ptterita de Toledo, one of the
bridges over the Manzanares river in
to Madrid, which is the scene of wild
fighting between loyalists and rebels.
The bridge, as well as others across
the fiver, fa being well defended by
heavy machine-gun Hire from loyal
ist troops fighting in desperation to
keep the rebels from advancing into
the streets of the capital,
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THE HEROISM OF CHRISTIAN
FAITH
Sunday, Nov. 15—-Acts 21:12 to 23:30;
Romans 9:1-5.
Golden Text:
Greater love hath no man than this,
that he lay down his life for his
.friends. (John 15:13.)
Paul’s life agreed with his teach
ings. He practised what he preached.
Nowhere does this come out more
convincingly than in the' present les
son. He held to his convictions even
though he knew, this might mean his.
death—as it did, in the end.
The narrative is dramatic in the
extreme. As Paul left Tyre,
Christian friends, with their wives and
children, brought him on his way to
the ship in which he was to sail, and
all kneeled, together on the shore and
prayed. Vividly this shows the deep
human affection of the apostles and
his loved fellow Christians.
Soon after, at Caesarea, Paul being
on his way to jeruselani, a prophet
predicted by inspiration of the Holy
Spirit that Paul would be placed un
der arrest at Jerusalem and delivered
“into the hands of the Gentiles.” His
friends pleaded with hint not to con
tinue on his way to Jerusalem. With
what result? “Then Paul answered,
what riic.au ye to week and to break
mine heart? .for I am ready not to
be boulid only, but also to die at
Jerusalem for the name of the Lord
Jesus.
The prophecy came true. Vindic
tive, resentful Jews led an attack tip-
on Paul in th'e temple. As in their at
tack on Christ, they brought lying
charges against him, mob passion and
violence were aroused, and Paul
would have been killed, but for the in
terference of the Roman military
guard, The chief captain, with sol
diers and centurions, rescued the ap
ostle and carried him away to the
military castie nearby. From the
steps of the .building Paul, having ob
tained the chief captain’s permission,
made an address to the surging mob
below.
It was a crowd of Jews, and “he
spoke unto them in the Hebrew ton*
guc.” This silenced them, probably
amazed them, Simply but fearlessly
he told his story.
orders that
Scourging.”
He declared that he himself was a
Jew, brought up under the teaching
of one of the famous rabbis, Gamaliel,
“and taught according to the perfect
manner of the law of the fathers, and
was zealous toward God, as ye all
are this day.” It was a tactful be
ginning, and a true one.
He told of-his- having “persecuted
this way-(that is, the Christians) unto
the deajh.” Then he told how he
had suddenly been struck down, blind
ed, by a great light from heaven shin
ing round about him, as he was on
his way to Jerusalem, to bring Christ
ians to Jerusalem in his persistent
persecution.
Fearlessly he told of his conversion
as Jesus of Nazareth appeared to him,
and Paul recognized and addressed
Him as Lord.
So the apostle continued in his
faithful ‘testimony and witness to
Christ as the Son of God and Mes
siah, till mob passion and hatred,
broke loose again as they cried:
“Away with such a fellow from the
earth for it is not fit that he should
live.”
Paul was following in the footsteps
of his Lord and Saviour; when Christ
was brought before Pilate, the Jews
“cried out all at once, saying Away
with this man’ ’(Luke 23:18). And
false witnesses brought lying charges
against Christ, as they
Paul.
The chief captain gave
Paul “be examined by
Paul quietly asked the centurion, “Is
it lawful for you to scourge a man
that is a Roman, and uncondemned?”
This word was brought at once to
the chief captain, who questioned Paul
for himself; and we read that “the
chief captain also was afraid, after
he knew that he was a Roman, and
because he had bound him.” It was
a serious thing to scourge or punish
a Roman citizen without fair and leg
al trial.
The next day the chief captain
brought Paul before the Sanhedrin,
the Jewish council of chief priests and
the high priest. The long story of
the trial is given in Acts 23; and the
JRoman officer had to rescue Paul
again from the violence of those men.
This chief captain learned later
tha trnore than forty Jews had banded
themselves together in conspiracy
neither to eat nor to drink until they
had killed Paul. He acted quickly and
decisively. He drilled two centurions,
told them to take 200 ihfantry, 70
cavalry, and 200 spearmen and, at
the third hour of the night, start with
Paul from Jerusalem to Caesarea and
“bring him safe unto Felix the Gov
ernor.”
We are given the actual letter sent
by the Chief Captain, Claudius Lysias,
“Unto the most Excellent Governor
Felix,” describing the prisoner and ex
plaining why he was sent to the Gov
ernor.
That was but
long-drawn-out
judicial trial tor
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of his great burden of love and sor
row for the Jews. Did he hate them?
because they had tried, over and over
again, to murder him? Here is his
answer: “I could wish that myself
were accursed from Christ for my
brethren, my kinsmen according to
the flesh.”
The Golden Text was spoken by
the Lord Jesus Christ Himself. It
describes the Saviour, and it describes
Paul. Does it describe us today?
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