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THE WEST NEWS
lESHffSSr
THE STORV M FAR: Joan Lellad,
■Hrcurr, la love with handsome Karl
Miller, alght club owner. It hor riled
aad dlailluiloned, when he thosU hla
holiness partner. Eric Strom, and threat-
en! to implicate her inlet! the rontlnuei
her work and remalnt tilent. He eon-
leteea he hat a wile la Germany and
la part ol a Fail tpjr rln|. Pan) Sher-
man, hit manager, revealt to Joan that
he really It Pall O'Malley, aa FBI
agent, trying to trap the tpy-rlng higher-
ape and Joan agreet to help Mm. Joint
otaler, Sybil, It mlttlag and Paul he-
lleeee Karl la holding her aa a Imitate.
Pat Hlnet. a new linger lor Karl, la
realty Panl't young ran-away titter, Pa-
tricia, and the innocently hetrayt Panl't
Identity to Karl, who capture! Paul
and Joan aa they dlaceeer Incriminating
evidence Be ipirlta them away ea a
beat aad they lad they are In leee. A
eubmartne appear! to pick ep bomber
plana alaieo by Karl. Tkomat. a eta-
urn ot aim. all pa a gin la Joan, wba
ihooti Karl aa ha la akeui to aheet Pan!
Then Paal aenda Themaa In rtcneer
the eetdeece from Ike ahjp’t tale. They
eeeape la e llfehoet.
New ceatlaee with the a lory-
CHAPTER XVI
Paul looked from Joan to Thomas.
"Now listen, both of you. Thi» may
tie something of a shock but Karl
was not dead. He had a nasty wound
hut he’s probably atill very much
alive.”
Thomaa looked terror-stricken.
"Then he’ll find us."
"We were allowed to escape from
that ship for a purpose. We will
doubtless be picked up by other
members of the ring as soon as we
land. We're off the coast of Mexico!
now. About Mazatlan, if my calcu-
lation are correct."
And less than an hour later they
were picked up by a fishing boat and
landed at a Mazatlan hotel.
The hotel proved to be old and
magnificent, with beautiful tiled
floors and high-beamed ceilings and
ramps instead of stairways. It ap-
peared practically deserted except
(or the yawning clerk who assigned
them to room*.
Joan was surprised that Paul
spoke Spanish. “la there anything
you can’t do?" she asked
"I specialized in languages In col-
lege and it cornea in handy with my
Job. I never know where I’ll be
next."
Joan felt better after a hot bath.
Joan enjoyed her first taste of pa-
paya and the oversized cups of cof-
fee served with hot milk and huge
lumps of unrefined sugar. "No won-
der everyone seems to lazy. Noth-
ing to do but eat and sleep and
breathe this heavenly air."
Thomaa looked up in disgust.
"Sometimes I think you two are
nuts. You ait there and wait for
Karl's gang to come alter you aa
if the whole thing it a joke. I don't
get it. Why don't we get out of here
right now while we still hava a
chance?”
“If you tried it, you’d find out how
much chance you have.”
, "Where are they then?’* Thomaa
demanded.
"Don't be impatient. They’ll be
with us toon enough."
But when Thomas had gone back
to hit room and Joan and Paul
walked in the tropical garden pallo
of the hotel, she said seriously,
"Thomaa is right, Paul. Why don’t
we leave before it'a too late?”
“This la the end of the trail, hon-
ey. Even if they let us get away,
which they won't, what would we
have gained? Their next move will
lead to the heart of this affair. It'a
what I’ve been waiting for all these
months ”
They strolled through the garden
where every variety of tropical fruit
and flower was exhibited by nature's
lavish hand.
"It’a ao beautiful and aa peace-
ful," Joan whispered.
Paul held her hand tightly. "Pa
patient, dear. Juat a little while
longer and everything will be
cleared up, and when we're mar-
ried 1 promise you I'll lake a vaca-
tion and there won't be a tingle
mystery to solve."
"Darling, I don't care where we
go just so we aren't being followed,
or," she added laughing, “following
someone else."
"Not a single person,” Paul prom-
toed, "I’ll guarantee to be under foot
every hour. You'll probably be tired
of seeing me around so much."
• • •
During the next three day* Joan's
fortitude began to waver. She un-
derstood Paul’s devotion to duty, but
in her heart she longed to eeeape, to
go home, to be married, to give up
the chase which teemed to grow
more dangerous and futile all the
time
“I don't know why I'm sticking
around here," Thomaa complained
as the three of them sal m the de-
serted hotel bar watching the shafts
of aunahine foil through grilled iron
windows.
"You're staying because you’re
afraid to leave," Paul said, “and
you're amort enough to realize it."
Thomas stored at him, "This
place to driving me crazy.” He
looked around the empty bar in dis-
gust The bartender dozed. The
warm sweet air was heavy and
languorous. “Where to everybody?”
"Didn’t you ever hear
•eta?” Paul inquired
"I’ve heard of it," Thomaa said,
“But people who have Karl Miller's
gang after diem aren't apt to waste
time taking siestas.
I'm sorry you
it isn't safe for
of a si-
“Nothiag doing. I
two have to stay but i
—L".
there?"
eone was tapping gently
the demanded.
you to leave alone. Believe me, it
wouldn't stork.”
Thomas sighed. ‘Okay, if you lay
so , . . Bartender!" he yelled,
“bring me another bottle of beer.”
The bartender shook his head,
muttered "St, senor," and hurried
over with the beer. But at the
sight of Joan he paused.
"You are Miss Joan Leland?
Yes?"
“Why?" Paul asked flatly.
The bartender broke into Span-
ish. There was a torrent of words
and gestures.
"What does he say?" Joan asked.
"It seems there wss a man look-
ing for you here. An American He
gave him ten pesos to get some in-
formation about you. He doesn't
know what his name wss though.”
"Karl?"
"Not a chance. Karl wouldn't be
apt to row all the way to thine.
And the ship isn’t in sight. I’ve
been watching to see "
"But who in the world could it
have been?"
The bartender, feet on the bar,
had returned to his siesta.
“What a country!" Thomas mut-
tered. "If someone wanted Joan,
why didn't they telephone the ho-
tel? We're atl registered under our
own names."
Paul laughed. "This is what ia
known aa the subtle approach."
"Pauli Be serious!" Joan Insisted.
"Okay," Paul said, leaning for-
ward and aurveying her with hla
kind brown eyes. "It's probably one
of Karl's* men. They want to get
the idea across that they’re around,
and this la their way of doing it.
They may want to make further
contact with you. 1 don't know.
They're probably picking on you in-
stead of me aa a gentle warning
that if anything goes wrong, you'll
b« the one to pay for it. However,
that’* looking at it in the worst pos-
sible light." He took her hand.
"Don’t worry, honey. I'll do all I
can."
"Maybe Karl has some Mexi-
cans working for him," Thomas sug-
gested. .
"I don't think so. Besides, this
man spoke English, and if he had
been able to speak Spanish he cer-
tainly would have done so. because
the bartender was barely able to
understand him.”
"So now we start waiting all over
again?" Thoms* asked.
"That's about it."
She ahivered. "Let’s go," she
urged
They visited the cathedral, the
park, and finally took in a movie.
They walked leisurely back to the
hotel. Dinner was never served un-
til nine o'clock.
Aa they turned on to the long
avendta which bordered the sea, one
of the few automobile* they had seen
turned the comer sharply.
"That man!" Joan cried. “I have
the strangest feeling ! know him I
I couldn't see him very well, but
I'm sure of it."
"Msybe it's the man who was try-
ing to get in touch with you," Thom-
as said. "Maybe it'a one of Karl's
men that you used to see around the
club in San Francisco."
"That could easily be possible,"
Paul said.
"But 1 don't connect him with
anyone at the chib." Joan said puz-
zled “It gives me the queerest
feeling ”
She was still worrying about it
after dinner when Thomas an-
nounced that he was going to "do
the town.”
"Watch your step," Paul adviaed.
"Don’t get abesnt-minded and try
to oacape.”
"Don't worry shout it, Mr. O’Mal-
ley! You've got me buffaloed. I’ll
stick around and watch the fire-
works."
Joan retired early but she lay
awake to the huge four-poster bed
about the man she had
Who was ha? Why couldn't
aha place him? The roar of the
sea and sweet night air filled the
room. Moonbeams flitted across the
atone floor like shimmering mist.
She looked uneasily towards the old-
fashioned door. She had locked and
bolted It but it rattled to the wind.
She was almost asleep when a
sound disturbed her. Someone was
tapping gently st her door. She sat
She sat op to bad. "Who’s
up in bed. "Who’s there?" she de-
manded.
No one replied. She drew on the
colorful Mexican robe and slippers
she had bought and tiptoed to the
door. “Who's there?" *he repeated.
Thomas’ voice esme to her. “It's
me, miss. I’ve something to tell
you.”
Quickly she unbolted the door and
snapped on the light. "What's the
trouble?" she asked, annoyed. “Why
don’t you tell Mr. O'Malley what-
ever it is?”
"I can’t,” Thomaa whispered,
looking over his shoulder. "I’ve
found a way to get out of here.”
Joan eyed him coldly. “Have you
been drinking?"
"Only a few." Thomaa insisted.
"Listen, Miss Leland, I met a man
tonight who will take us back to the
State* He’» an American and he’s
flying back home tomorrow He has
his own plane and when I told him
we were stranded ..."
"You shouldn't have done that!"
"Maybe not, but I'm scared, Miss
Leland. This guy is okay so I took
a chance. He was swell about it.
Said he’d be giad to help us. I told
him I thought you'd be willing to
go too and he wants to see you.
He’s downstairs right now.”
“Paul will never consent to leave,"
Joan said slowly, "and I can't leave
him. 1 don’t blame you, Thomas,
but you know Mr. O'Malley said it
wasn't safe. However, if you want
to go, I suppose it's all right."
"Now look, Mis* Leland." Thom-
aa begged. "Al least go down and
talk to this man. He'a waiting for
you. After all, he's been pretty de-
cent about this whole thing. If you
don’t see him, he’ll think there’*
something phony about it and he
won't even take me."
Joan considered for a minute. “All
right, for your sake I'll see him. But
I’m not going to leave. No one
can persuade me."
"Okay,” Thomas said hurriedly.
"Just back me up on my story.
That's all 1 ask."
He departed and Joan dressed
quickly, thinking how strange it was
that now that she had a chance to
escape she could not take it It
was impossible to consider leaving
Paul. Evan ao, she could not blame
Thomas. And if corroborating hia
story would help, she would be
glad to do it. After all, he had
given them all the aid possible on
the ship.
She walked down the stone ramp
to the dimly lit lobby, A man was
waiting for her, a man who was at
once familiar to her. It was the
same man she had glimpsed in the
car that afternoon from the street.
"Mr Mulford!" she cried to sur
prise as she realized that it was
in truth her former employer who
now rose smilingly to greet her.
“Joan! Thia la a iurpnoe!'* Ar-
thur Mulford said.
“It is to me," she admitted.
"I heard you were here. I even
went so far as to ask the bartender
for information about you, but I
didn’t connect you with Thomas,"
“Possible. Now tell me, what is
this all about?"
They both sal down to the deep
leather chairs "I suppose Thomas
baa explained the situation?"
Thomas was standing on the ve-
randa smoking a cigarette, appar-
ently preferring to let Joan do the
talking.
" Yea," Mulford said with concern.
"He tells me you are to danger of
being recaptured by some gang. I
must say it sounded t little fan-
tastic."
"It's Out truth," Jean said grave-
ly. "After you discharged me I went
to work et e night club, the Club
Elite, owned by a Karl MtUer. I
learned later that he Is head of a
spy ring to this country. 1 also met
Paul O'Malley, of the FEU, who is
trying to get evidence against Karl.
“And why don’t you leave Mazat-
lan?" Mulford inquired.
"Paul, that is. Mr. O’Malley, to
•till trying to run down the rest of
the gang. And ha believes they are
keeping taba on us. He to deter-
mined not to give up "
"Thomas seems quite willing to
leave."
"Yes. He worked for Kart to re-
turn for Karl's promise to save hia
wife from a Nazi concentration
camp," Joan said Utterly.
(TO
I_I ERE'S a free tip on how to find
1 * something hotter than a desert
sun in midsummer. Sit on the bench
during a ball game with either Leo
Durocher or Billy Southworth. We
gave it a try. If you’re not on fire
within five minutes you must be
wearing asbestos underwear.
They had the two hottest teams,
emotionally, in baseball last season,
and they are liable to have the two
hottest this season. Neither manager
misses a trick or a turn of any sort
from the bench, and both unravel a
vocal cataclysm that stuns your ear-
drums. They keep on top of their
men, roughly or soothingly, harsh or
gently, through the entire game.
Neither the tumult nor the shout-
ing ever dies with this pair. And as
their hired men happen to believe
to the sagacity and smartness of
both, they get winning results.
Durocher Speaking
"Yea’ve got to have the right maa
for the right job at hand—some bet-
ters eaa hit the bsll on a hit sad run.
ethere can't—that Brown of the Car-
dinals eaa do anything—so can Arky
Vaughan you’re looking st two
great third basemen when you see
these two fellows—i wouldn't trade
my infield for any Infield to either
league—wit eh CsmilH this year—
wateb Reiser and Reese—watch ’em
all."
You get about the same brand
from Southworth.
“I’ll keep my infield and let
Durocher have his. I’ll keep my
ball club and let Durocher have his.
v -•
TERRY MOORE
:un go further ami falter."
got Pgte Reiser. But
what about Terry Moore?"
So I asked Durocher, “What about
Terry Moore?”
Leo ducks no query of any type.
"I'll tell you about Terry Moore."
he said. "As a defensive outfielder
he is the greatest I ever saw, aad
I'm barring neither Trto Speaker nor
Joe DiMaggio. He eaa ge further
and faster than either, can cover
more ground, and kill off more long
hits. Terry Moore is an outfleldlng
marvel. That's how good Terry
Moore to. But lor all that no out-
fielder in our league to going ta
match the .SW er better Pete Reiser
may hit this year. And don't think
Pete to say fly-ball punk."
H uh Lou Boudreau
We spent a much quieter day with
Lou Boudreau, the Cleveland Kid,
who at far as one can judge at this
spot to turning out a fine piece of
managerial work.
Boudreau to a good-looking young
fellow with a keetfc determined-look-
ing face. He Isn't worrying about
hia youth—or his job. At the age of
24—he won’t be 25 until July 17—the
ex-Illinois star has full command of
his men. They like him and respect
him. So far they are giving him
the best they have, which may not
be too much.
"The best we eaa hope for," ha
said, "with Feller missing, is ta give
the Red Ses a battle for third place
•r stave off some first-division drive
from the Browns or Tigers. Outside
of the Yankee* are should have s
goed scramble to this league, with
the White Sox rated second
"Whatever happen* or wherever
we finish, I think you’ll see this
Cleveland club giving the best it has
all year. Aa a matter of fact, I be-
lieve you’ll see a better spirit to
baseball this season everywhere
than you've seen before. Players
•re beginning to realize these are
serious time* for everybody. It to
certainly no tuna for anyone to start
leafing or to break training."
Joe Cronin, tike all other seven
American league managers, knows
that the chance of besting out the
Yankees moves over into the super-
miracle class. While anything can
happen to this bizarre world, the
heavens still haven't fallen.
On to Joe Cronin
"Outside of first place we theuM
hava s goad race,” the Red Sox lead-
er says. "I suppose everyone will
pick the White Sax ta finish second
through their pitching. Rut we ought
get there. sMheugfa Hke many ethers
we’vs tost good men ta the services.
“Under the conditions that govern
things this season it to hard to say
what wifi happen. If Ted Wil-
liams has another year even close to
Ifitl, we can furnish our share of
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