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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-12-17, Page 14
PAGE FOURTEEN THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, Dec, 17 th, 1936 SYNOPSIS Detective Dan Colwell of the Grab- er-Vael detective agency is assigned the job of shadowing McDonald whose wife fears gangster enemies are plotting to murder him. McDon ald is killed, in spite of Colwell’s watchfulness. Now, with McDonald dead, the smuggling ring which he has led has become disorganized. Colwell risks his life to gather evidence by playing one against another, ♦ * * “Hold on, Otto,’ ’he begged. "We got a fella in the next room who knows it, and all we got to do is make him spill, see?” Graber rose from his chair. His gun was put away and his big fists doubles at his sides as he chewed mentally on this latest information, “If I had put a squawk you weren’t going to tell me you had a guy who knows the numbers. Fine pals!” “Bunk, Otto. We weren’t forgetting you! Were we, Helen?” “You know how the stuff is com ing ip: we don’t. That proves we needed you, Otto.” “Who is this guy?’ ’ “Colwell.” Through a crack in the partly open bedroom door Dan could see and hear. He watched Graber’s face change. The mail scarcely credited his ears at ‘ first; then he gfew red in a wave that flowed up his thick neck and burst over his square German cheeks. “Colwell?” He cursed with lurid imagination. “Colwell! He got the numbers? So he’s trying to horn in! Mac starts the double-cross — hell! .You two figured to pull a fast one, laying the blame on Mac so I don’t anything! But I’m wise to you! “Now Colwell’s got ambitious, eh?” Graber cleared bis throat with a great urrumph. “That’s rich. A forty a week peeper wants to horn in on the heavy sugar! Well,” he flung at them, “don’t gawk like a couple of •dummies! Where’s Colwell?" “In' the bedroom,” Helen said heavily. “Bring him out! Snap into it, Lefty!” Quillen stamped to the bedroom, bis face flushed a queer purple with rage he strove to control. He liked Graber no better than when he had set out to violate the confidence of the ring by murdering McDonald. But Quillen had plenty of respect for Graber, and so had Helen Fane. MARIE DIONNE EXPRESSES CHRISTMAS JOY As Christmas draws near the Di-i poses with a framed picture of Jesus quintuplets are being told the I which she cherishes. Santa Claus will Mory of the child Jesus. Marie gives be good to Marie, we’re sure, the mma a big smile as she 1936 Copyright.Stats News S'm'fce by Lawrence A Keating “Get vpI” Colwell complied slowly as if he were very weak. As a matter of fact he felt almost all right, He passed Quillen sullenly and went into the living room that looked like a Kan sas cyclone had struck it. Graber greeted him with evil, slitted eyes, his fists clenched until the knuckles, shone white, “Colwell,” he barked, “you’re a sap to monkey with >us!” There was no reply. vSo you won’t talk, eh? You ain’t going to tell us where you’ve got that license num ber?” “No,” said Dan, “I’m not.” He strove to make out what time the in finitesimal hands said on Helen Fane’s wrist watch. Graber pitied his crass obstinacy. Give us those numbers before we kill you! “I guess you better carve him, Lefty. Thats’ good medicine for smart guys.” Quillen scowled. “I ain’t got my knife. What’s the matter with a gat? “You got a bread knife around somewhere, haven’t you?” Helen hesitated at Graber’s impera tive gesture, then slowly went to the kitchenette. She returned with a gleaming bread knife with saw edges. Graber squinted. “Put him on the floor. We’ll carve a couple of figure eights on his chest and then maybe he’ll talk.” Colwell struck out. His fist tilted Otto’s wide chin and brought a crash of teeth. But before Dan could whirl Business and Professional Directory Quillen's weight was on him and bore him struggling to the floor, Graber recovered with surprising suddenness for a man with his soft look. The three rolled and threshed wildly, kick ing chairs, hurtling into an end table to send its lamp to the floor where it shattered in a thousand bits. The p$r climbed off gingerly, Col well, dazed by a blow on his temple, had been unable to snatch a gun. He sat up with both palms clasped to his head. Otto's face was stamped with cruel ty as he rescued the knife. The birs- tles of his short cropped hair stood stiff as a* mastiff’s. He looked the lineal descendant he was, of Attila, chief of the Huns that had been the scourge of Europe centuries ago. Blood hungry. Implacable. That was why he bossed the narcotic ring. Mc Donald had been the brains, Graber the brawn. , Dan knew now he had been a fool to put himself in more trouble than he could care for. But how else was he to learn the nature of the dope smuggling than by some chance, clev erly drawn out sentence? Not by staying away from them. It was a contest now whether he would get away alive. And hope diminished as minutes passed. It diminished too, for the knowledge he needed to get the quarter million worth of snow be fore they got it! “Have a—good hunting trip?” he panted at Graber, and stared at the tips of his fingers to learn if it was blood trickling down his temple. It was. “Swell! I shot a buck today. You will see about it in the News tomor row. Know that guy signs himself G.K.G. and runs that column Around Town? Read about me there tomor row morning, Colwell—if you can! “Come on,” he growled, “put him flat and let’s get goin’!” Graber suited action to his words. Quillen sprang to his aid. There was another furious tussle but in his weakened condition Colwell was no match for the powerful hulks. With Graber seated on his chest and pin ning his wrists and Helen’s weight on his legs, he was'helpless. Quillen had the knife. He put his blunt fingers to Dan’s shirt and ripped it, leaving his chest exposed. Of a sudden the captive set up a new battle that in terrupted proceedings. He got an arm free and shot a hook to the jaw that sent Otto reeling back. But they subdued him. Helen buck led a belt around his thighs. The heavy Graber straddled him. “Go on, Lefty!” he panted. “Colwell, tell us those numbers. You hear? Damn you!” he rasped. “Give us those num bers before we kill you!” The telephone jangled. Everyone stiffened. Quillen, at a nod from Otto, rose and went to the instru ment. “Hello.” His cye$ swerved sudden ly to Colwell, lifted to Graber. “Mr. Colwell? Never heard the name. Just a minute, please.” Perspiration increased on his face. Lefty Jooked shocked. Say he knows Colwell’s here and it’s urgent. He’s coming up I” Otto gaped, nonplussed. He seemed wholly unable to guess who wks at the other end of the wire. He climbed off Colwell and gestured him to rise. Dan did, Straightened his torn cloth- i ing and stood breathing hard. “Yeah,” Lefty growled into the telephone, “just a minute?’ He handed t)an the instrument The black looks on thebr faces and the warning gestures told Colwell there would bo a sudden end of him unless he worked it right. Graber held Dan’s automatic, Quillen held his own and the bread knife, and Helen/her wavy brown hair in disarray, looked hate- ful as she gripped a snub-nosed thir ty-eight. A “Helk>. Qh, you, Harry? Sure, visiting some friends. n You’re down stairs? Well, I don’t know, Harry. I think these people are going out or I’d say come right up?’ “Don’t you bring him up here!” threatened Quillen. “Who is it?” “Wait a second, Harry,” He cov ered ^the mouthpiece. “It's Deane. You know, Otto—chief of detectives, the city force? He’s anxious to see me. Says it’s urgent? ’ “What about?” Dan shrugged, “How should 1 know?” "How come Deane knew you’d be here?” Colwell grinned as best he could. "I told him.” Both men gulped. "Put him off. Send him away!” snarled Otto. Dan shook his head, “You know how Harry .is. Crash in anywhere. And he says it’s important, that he’s got to see me.” They were still dazed at this turn, Awed. Uncertain whether they were going to be forced to let Colwell go, or if they did so, whether it would mean the strong arm of the law bent around them. “I’m kind of anxious to beat it,” Dan admitted. “If Deane comes up you’ll have to let me go, and you’ll l&nd in trouble if I tell what you’ve just tried to do. Kill me now and you’re pinched. But if I walk out of here I swear I’ll not breathe a word of you fellows torturing me.” Seconds ticked past. For once the resourceful Graber could think of no thing. Fie. fairly slobbered with sav agery. But his slow nod proved that he consideied Colwell’s trick fire proof. “Harry? I’ll come on down. No, they don’t mind; I think they were going to kick me out anyhow. Were n’t you, Helen?” he asked the girl. “How about it, Lefty? And—” He jumped. The' bread knife had slashed his coat. There was a look about Quillen that took Dan’s breath away. He swallowed and forced a cheerful tone he by no means felt. “Okay, if I’m not there in three min utes, come ’up. So long, Harry.” He placed the instrument on its cradle. Trembling, he faced them. Graber was beside himself, changing color every second. Lefty’s face was blotched and he kept working his big paws convulsively. In the flaming eyes of the girl Dan thought he read a certain grudging admiration. Meticulously Colwell straightened his wrinkled and torn clothing. Two buttons were gone from his shirt but he managed to hide their loss. He picked up his topcoat and hat, jammed the latter on his head, and put a hand on the door knob. Every second he expected to be stabbed. As an after thought he stepped across to Graber and held out his hand for his auto matic. “You’ve got one of your own, Otto. I paid good money for that.” “Listen, Dan, let’s talk this over? How about—” THE DOUBLE BARRED CROSS International Symbol of the Crusade against Tuberculosis a As armies march across the mL* pages of history, fighting for ~ their rights or their wrongs as the case may be, one custom■ seems to have been common toI them all: each carried flags and * banners on which appeared the emblem of the cause. Good or bad, the cause was always blazoned forth in terms of heraldry which gradually became a highly specialized study. After the dawn of the Christian era the cross became a tre mendously popular symbol and with this emblem upon their banner, many a doughty knight rode forth to do battle for his principles and to save or reclaim the Holy Land from the Infidel. Crosses of all shapes, sizes and orna mentations have been used by innumer able families, cities, orders, guilds, nations and causes. The Spaniards found a religious symbol among the Aztecs which was Very similar to our cross. The swastika of Hitlerism is an old Symbol made of several crosses. Thus the habit of choosing emblems has carried over into our modern civilization and clubs and such peacetime associa tions still follow that age-old custom.It was therefore quite th© natural thing that as the war against tuberculosis gathered momentum, and nation after nation, took up the Cause, that somo international emblem should be chosen Which would be symbolic, The matter was given careful consideration, for it was important that tlio symbol should be internationally accepted and have a Universal appeal, and yet it should bo decidedly distinct from any already adopted international symbol such aS tho Rod Cross.It would Seem that the tuberculosis campaigners of the eightCCrt-nittCtiCS or* thereabout, deliberately went out after a Symbol that would have something like the significance and universal accept ance of the lied (Geneva) Cross, and yet be quite distinguishable from it. They had to avoid not only the Red Cross, but those of tho various saints, George, Anthony, Andrew and so on. They had also to avoid the Celtic, tho Greek, tho Maltese and the Papal. In tho words of Di*. D., A. Stewart, ‘After that, it would seem that what they thought they might roquiro they wont and took/ And so we have tho patriarchal cross, tho Lorraine cross of tlio two crusades accomplished, how1 a symbol in every land of a now popular, enthusi astic and. successful, crusado against entrenched tuberculosis, a new' crusado to win.back for an. the people of tho world the Holy Land of Health.” ,This is tho banner under which tho Muskoka, tho. Toronto and tho Queen Mary Hospitals for Consumptives have marched these, mahy years—-the banner under which they and other sanatorium and. tuberculosis 'workers' .organizations in tho Province have won such marked SUCCOM. . , , , i . , But victory win- only, bo won With the continued effort, *n<l the financial sup port of thepeople at large. . .. Your contribution t\ "National Sani tarium College st*,om. ■ In m^Natlonal Sanl- Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. - Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insur ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont. ABNER CQSEhTS, Agent, Wingham. Dr, W. A. McKibben, B.A. PHYSICIAN And SURGEON Located at the Office of the Late Dr. H. W. Colborne. Office Phone 54. Nights 107 HARRY FRY Licensed Embalmer and Fimeral Director Furniture and Funeral Service Ambulance Service. Phones: Day 117. Night 109. DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN /I Telephone 29. J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan! 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Osteopathy Electricity Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 p.m. A. R. & F. E. DUVAL CHIROPRACTORS ♦ ; CHIROPRACTIC and ELECTRO THERAPY i’ North Street — Wingharp i Telephone 300. 1 . 1 “Sorry, Otto. You boys play too rough.” He poked the gun in his poc ket, pulled open the door, and swung down the corridor to the elevator. His legs were weak. Back there, he knew, they wondered whether some game was being played—or was his tele phone summons bona fide? Acciden tal? Safe? Passing through the lobby, Dan nodded to the grinning clerk. He al most collapsed on the sidewalk. It was the tension of his danger sudden ly relieved, th.e bruises and cuts an^d scratches and clouts with gun butts that had robbed his strength. Never •before had he appreciated, the sweet ness of outdoor air, smoke-laden as it was from a thousand factories! He limped along, his face stern. Fie had failed to learn the means of smuggling in that quarter' million in snow, save that he possessed the li cense number of a particular truck destined to carry, some kind of- pack ing case With the stuff inside. The correct numbers lie had in his mem ory. But all that pain in Helen Fane’s apartment had been for nothing—-or precious little. Second, they would grab him again • if they could, and no ruse would getj him off. It would be swift murder, . sure this time. Quillen could not af-\ ford to have Dan walking the streets with that eye-witness story in his head of the slaying of Arthur Mc Donald. Nor could Graber permit Dan to live peacefully with his know ledge acquired about the dope ring. “I’ll wait,” he reflected, “and give Irita another ring. See what’s her an gle on all this. She’ll know some thing, maybe. Colwell’s bruised and scratched face relaxed as mentally he pictured her. He shook his head ad miringly. “Plutky kid!” The angular, hawk-nosed man who stood alone in the hallway was known to Colwell. The man knocked again, the four staccato raps which were the prearranged signal, Colwell withdrew his head from the square milk door above the icebox in the kitchenette. He had' taken this tiny apartment hur riedly as a hideout in which to recov er-from his mauling. He went across the living room and* removed the chair before opening the door. “Step in, Vael,” he invited Graber’s partner in the detective agency. The grey haired man grinned and shoved his hat back on his bullet head.” Have a chair. Cigarette?” “Thanks, Dan.” There was a mo mentary silence while they lighted up. Vael sat down and Colwell lowered" himself in a comfortable chair. As he did so his check twinged with pain which Vael noticed, “Get hurt?” '(Coniinited Next Week) A man, nearly eighty, walked twen ty mites from his home to an adjoin* ing town. When he reached Ids des* iination he was greeted with some as* tonlshment by an acquaintance, “Yon walked all theway?” exclaim* cd the acquaintance* “How did yon get along?’ ’ “Oh, first rate,” the old man re plied. “That is, I did till I came to that sign out there, 'Slow Down to 25 Miles Per Hour.’ That kept me back some.” Robert returned from school with REDUCED FARES Between all Points in Canada Christmas and New Year's FARE AND A QUARTER FOR THE ROUND TRIP , CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY: Good going December 23 up to 2.00 p.m. December 27. Return limit to leave destination not later than mid night Monday, December 28, 1936. 1 NEW YEAR’S HOLIDAY: Good going December 30 up to 2.00 p.m. January 3. Return limit to leave destination not later than midnight Monday, January 4, 1937. FARE AND A THIRD FOR THE ROUND TRIP: Good going Sunday, Dec. 20, to Friday, January 1, inclusive; good to return leaving destination not later than midnight, Friday, Jan. 8, 1937 PREPAY A RAILWAY TICKET An Unusual Christmas or .New Year’s Gift MINIMUM SPECIAL FARE: 25c Tickets and complete information from any agent. CANADIAN PACIFIC Women who follow the recipes of the Food Primer should pay particular attention to the follow ing Lima bean recipes. Almost all food elements are found in cooked dried Limas — and these beans are Obtainable in cans the whole year ‘round* With a few cabs oil your emer gency shelf you can prepare a tasty family dish or a surprise guest dish at a moment's notice. Here are the recipes. Try them all and you Will have three new favorites in your home. Cream Of Lima Soup IYj cups Cooked, dried Limas % small onion, Sliced 1 tablespoon fine minced parsley 3 tablespoons butter 1 tablespoon flour i teaspoon salt % teaspoon pepper, 1 cup , top milk of thin cream Mnb Limas through < coarse ^It ^uttOh add onion a,rid edok fi minutes; remove onion, add flour to remainint butter} stir until his report card for his mother’s in spection, ‘■‘But, dear,” she said, “what’s the trouble? Why have you such poor grades this month?” “There’s no trouble, mom,” was the quick reply. “You know yourself things are always marked down af ter the holidays.” - smooth, add salt and pepper, cream and pureed Limas. Bring to boiling point. A little whipped cream, placed in bottom of each cup before pouring in soup is always an im- provement to cream soup. Garnish with finely minced parsley. Lima Salad 1 cup cooked, dried Limas 2 tablespoons minced onion % cup diced, cooked, beets 2 tablespoons finely chopped * parsley % Cup French dressing 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce Mix ingredients and chill before serving* Arrange on lettuce. Limas with Sausage % pound sausage 1 medium-sized onion 1 cup cooked, dried Limas X cup tomatoes % teaspoon chili % teaspoon salt , Fiy onion and sausage,until waji done. Add bitter ingfediehts uni