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Sylvia Taylor W-NUJtaM.
THE STORY SO FAR: In love with
Karl Miller, her handsome night club
employer, Joan Leland, secretary, re
fuses to listen to her older sister, Sybil,
with whom she shares an apartment,
or to Paul Sherman, his manager. Karl
tells her they cannot be married for
months and sends her on mysterious
trips with letters. He shoots his busi
ness partner, Eric Strom, in Joan’s
presence, then tricks her into putting her
finger-prints on the gun. He then threat
ens her with a murder charge, unless
she remains silent and continues to work
for him. He also admits he is a German
citizen, part of a spy ring and that he
has a wife In Germany. Paul Sherman
reveals to Joan he is an FBI agent,
working under-cover to trap the higher
ups In a spy ring and asks her help. She
agrees and when Sybil Is found missing
they suspect she is being held as a
hostage. Later police find her clothes
and a suicide note near a bridge. Karl
hires a new beautiful girl singer, and
Joan is disgusted with herself when she
sees the new girl falling for the same
game. She visits Mrs. Murdock, propri
etor of the beauty shop where Sybil got
a job through Karl’s Influence.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER XII
“I know you’ll excuse me,” Mrs.
Murdock explained, “but I’m fright
fully busy. It was nice of you to
come. I hope you’ll be a regular
customer.” 1
Joan replied courteously and left
feeling that her visit had been a
failure. She stopped at a drugstore
for a sandwich and a cup of coffee.
It was all the dinner she would have
time for tonight. She was staring
into the broad mirror behind the
fountain when she saw Pat Hines.
The girl did not reply. “Pat!”
Joan said.
The girl smiled then and came to
wards her. “Oh, Miss Leland, I’m
glad to see you. I thought I’d have
a cup of coffee before I went to the
club. I’m too nervous to eat. This
is my first night, you know.”
As Joan watched Pat sipping her
coffee, she had an idea. Perhaps
she should have asked Paul first,
but there was no time for that, so
on the strength of her impulse she
said, “Where are you staying?”
Pat smiled. “At the Y.W.C.A. I
didn’t have much money.”
“How would you like to share my
apartment?”
“Oh, I’d love to! And,” she added
childishly, “I’ll have plenty of mon
ey now. Mr. Miller is paying me
fifty dollars a week.”
“Yes, I know,” Joan said, think
ing how furious Karl would be when
he found out that his new discovery
was living with his secretary. But
this arrangement might permit Joan
to keep an eye on Patricia. Perhaps
she could warn her against becom
ing too involved with Karl.
Paul did not make an appearance
for two days during which time Pat
was installed in Joan’s apartment.
Joan’s heart ached to see her in Syb
il’s place, yet the girl would be a
comfort to her. It would take her
mind off her own troubles.
It was almost one o’clock in the
morning when Pat and Joan arrived
at the apartment. Karl had driVen
them from the club. He made no
comment upon the arrangement,
though Joan could see that he was
not pleased.
“Karl,” Pat confided later, “is the
most wonderful man I’ve ever met.
He’s different from other men.
There’s something about him . . .”
‘‘Don’t you think he’s a little old
for you?” Joan asked, remembering
that Sybil once had said the same
thing to her.
“Old?” Pat’s delicate eyebrows
shot up. “Oh, older men are so
much more interesting. Don’t you
think so?”
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BUKELr THEITBEI
Thursday-Friday, March 19-20
SPENCY TRACY—LANA TURNER in
“DR, JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE”
Saturday, March 21
ROY ROGERS in
“BORDER LEGION”
Saturday Late Show 10:30
MARJORIE WEAVER—GEORGE REEVES in
“MAN AT LARGE”
Monday-Tuesday, March 24-25
MICKEY ROONEY —JUDY GARLAND in
“LIFE BEGINS FOR ANDY HARDY”
Wednesday, March 25
JOAN DAVIS—“JINX” FALKENBERG in
“TWO LATINS FROM MANHATTAN”
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Joan sighed. What could she do
to save this girl? She was sure
that Pat Hines had never sung in
a night club before. She was not
a professional and sooner or later
she would find herself involved too
deeply to get out.
When the doorbell rang both girls
were in bed. Joan switched on the
light and, fastening a robe about
her, went into the living room,
calling, “Who’s there?”
It was Paul. “Let me in, Joan!
Quick.”
Joan unlocked the door. Paul
stepped in and demanded, “Where
is she?”
But Pat had already risen and
was standing wide-eyed in the bed
room door. When she saw Paul, she
gave a little cry, “Paul!” and the
color drained from her face.
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Paul looked angry. “What in the
world are you doing here, Pat?”
The three of them stood in the liv
ing room staring at one another.
Joan switched on the lights, reveal
ing the strain on each face.
“What is it, Paul?” she asked.
“Pat happens to be my sister.”
“But she told me her name was
Hines!” Joan cried. “She said she
lived in Los Angeles.”
Paul laughed shortly. “Her name
is Patricia O’Malley and she’s from
Brooklyn, New York. How she ever
got to California I wouldn’t know.
She’s seventeen and she has never
sung in a night club or anywhere
else in public in her life.”
Pat took his arm and looked
pleadingly into his face. “Oh Paul,
I’ve always wanted to sing. I want
ed to have an exciting life, some
thing different! I ran away from
home, but I wrote to mother last
night and told her that I was safe
and had a good job. And now that
you’re in San Francisco she won’t
worry about me.” She paused and
looked from Paul to Joan. “By the
way, what are you doing here? I
thought you were in Washington.”
Paul’s face was serious. “I am
riot working for the government any
longer,” he said, with a warning
glance at Joan. “I am Karl Mil
ler’s manager.”
“Why, Paul O’Malley!”
As Joan and Paul exchanged
glances, she realized that Pat must
be told something about this strange
situation.
Paul was speaking nervously.
“Listen carefully, Pat! You know
when I worked for the government,
there were a lot of people who had
reason to dislike me.”
Pat’s brown eyes, so like her
brother’s, widened, as she asked,
“Well?”
“So I’m using another name. I
am known here as Paul Sherman.”
Pat shrugged. “You’re a fine one
to scold me,” she said crossly.
“Go to bed,” Paul ordered. “I
want to talk to Joan.”
Reluctantly Patricia obeyed, clos
ing the bedroom door behind her.
Obviously she had no idea of the
havoc her appearance had caused.
Paul spoke in a low, distressed
voice. “This is a fine mess.”
“Can’t you make her go home?”
“She wouldn’t do it. We O’Mal
leys are like that. Besides, she’d
tell Karl and the whole game would
be up. My job has to come first.
This business is more important
even than my own sister.”
Joan put a gentle hand upon his
arm. “I know how you feel,” she
comforted. “But since Pat is living
with me, I may be able to protect
her.”
“We must get this business fin
ished up quickly—before Karl has a
chance to pull anything.”
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When she saw Paul, she gave
drained from her face,
“Then" we won’t Tell Pat any
thing?” , \
“No! And tomorrow I want you to
make it plain that she is not to re
veal my identity. She must under
stand that it is very necessary for
me to use another name.”
Joan was more convinced than
ever of Karl’s power by the many
complications which seemed to be
closing in about them.
“I’m afraid, Paul! This can’t end
. . . except with more trouble.”
“You’re right, Joan. We’ve got
to be very careful, but I think the
whole thing’s going to blow up soon.
So be on your guard.”
“Do you know anything?” Joan
pleaded.
“Can’t say yet,” Paul said abrupt
ly-
Two weeks passed. Fearful weeks
of watching and waiting for Joan
and Paul. Happy weeks for Pat
who bloomed under the influence
of her romance with Karl Miller. A
romance which it seemed impossible
to stop. Pat would not listen to any
thing against Karl. She sang his
praises day and night, yet so far as
Joan could discover Karl had not
used her services in connection with
the spy ring. And Pat had accepted
their explanation about her broth
er’s identity and promised not to
reveal it, even to Karl.
Then one day in mid-January an
unexpected clue came. Paul had ar
rived at the apartment to drive
Joan to work. Pat had just risen
and was eating her breakfast in the
kitchen. Her brown eyes were cloud
ed. She had scarcely spoken to Joan.
“Something is wrong with Pat,”
Joan confided to Paul. “Maybe you
can find out what it is.”
Paul went into the kitchen. “Hel
lo, youngster, how’s everything?”
“Fine,” Pat said briefly.
“Look here, honey, if something is
troubling you, why not tell me?”
“Because you can’t help me—no
one can.”
Joan stood in the doorway re
garding her with pity. “Maybe I
could, if you would trust me.”
Pat was silent for a moment, then
she burst out, “It’s Karl!”
“Karl? What about him?” Paul
demanded.
“I’m in love with him,” Pat con
fessed.
There were tears in Joan’s eyes.
She could not bear the pain in this
girl’s face. She knew only too well
what her young heart was suffering.
“Last night,” Pat continued, “I
saw him with another woman.”
Joan smiled with relief, but Paul
inquired, “What did she look like?
Where were they?”
“I was on my way back to work
when I saw him standing in front
of a shop with this woman. He was
smiling and holding her hand.”
“Young or old?” Paul asked care
lessly.
“She was about Karl’s age. Rath
er hard-looking, with black hair.
She wore beautiful furs. Karl was
smiling at her ...”
Joan drew in her breath. Mrs.
Murdock!
When Joan and Paul were driving
back to the club, she asked, “Do
you think it means anything? Karl
and Mrs. Murdock?”
“There’s some connection. I’ve
suspected it for some time. Look al
this! He indicated a copy of the
morning paper that lay on the seat
beside him.
“Mysterious explosion in aviation
plant,” Joan read.
“And there’s more to it -than
that,” Paul went on. I have
just learned that the plans for a
new bombing plane for the govern
ment have been stolen. Last night
Karl sent a telegram to a hotel in
that same city. He used another
name. The telegram in itself was
innocent enough. Probably in code.
I feel sure he’s connected with the
stolen plans; also this Murdock
woman. The fact that Pat saw them
together and that they were so obvi
ously pleased about something might
be an indication of it.”
In the office, Joan watched Karl
carefully, but she could learn noth
ing from his attitude except that he
seemed extraordinarily cheerful.
She had noticed that Karl seemed to
a little cry, “Paul!” and the colon
deligritTn trying to make Tier jealous
of Pat.
It was surprising how little she
cared. Sybil’s disappearance had
wiped out all romantic illusions. Life
was a serious struggle, not a ro
mantic dream. Every minute Syb
il’s life was in danger. Every move
Karl made might prove to be a clue
to her sister’s whereabouts.
Joan worked feverishly through
out the evening. When Paul Sher
man came in suddenly a few min
utes later, she was so startled that
she half rose from her chair.
He shut the door noiselessly be
hind him. “What time will you be
ready to leave?”
“In about an hour.” Her tone
matched his own. She knew that
something had happened.
“I’ll be back for you then.” He
came quite close and said with a
grim smile, “Tonight’s the night!
We’re going to raid the beauty
shop.”
* * *
It was five minutes after twelve
when Paul returned to Karl’s of
fice for Joan. She was ready,
standing by the door in her hat and
coat. “Karl has taken Pat dancing,”
he said. “I followed Mrs. Murdock
home, so she’s out of the way. We
should be able to find out some
thing.”
When he finally parked in an al
ley near the beauty shop, the street
was deserted and„no one saw them
as they walked swiftly.
“How will we get in?” Joan in
quired as they reached the door.
“That is simple enough,” Paul
said, taking a key from his pocket
and opening the door.
His flashlight made a path for
them through the front of the shop
down the hall to Mrs. Murdock’s
private office. Paul opened the door
softly.
He tapped the walls softly. “There
is probably another room opening
off this one.” His fingers beat a tat
too against the wood as he moved
slowly around the wall. “There it
is!” he said, quietly, and even Joan
could detect a hollow sound as his
knuckles rapped on the panel.
She stood close behind him, ap
prehensive as his hands silently ex
plored it. “There should be a but
ton here,” he said, frowning,
“Wait—here it is.” A piece of cas
ing slid from its place, revealing a
small iron switch. At the pressure
of Paul’s finger the panel began to
swing aside.
Joan gasped as she watched it
! move, with its strange grating noise.
■ It swung around to reveal a small
room enveloped in darkness.
Paul’s flashlight played into the
dark. “There doesn’t seem to be
any light switch in here . . . Wait a
minute! Here’s a lamp.”
(To Be Continued)
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SALE UNDER POWER
Default having been -made in the
payment of the indebtedness secured
by that certain security deed exe
cuted by William D. Cowdrey to The
First Joint Stock Land Bank of
Montgomery, Montgomery, Alabama,
on the first day of November, 1926,
recorded in the office of the Clerk
of the Superior Court of Early Coun
ty, Georgia, in Book No. 38 of Deeds
on Pages 283-6, the undersigned will
under and by virtue of the power
of sale contained in said security
deed sell at auction to the highest
bidder for cash, at the Court House
door of Early County, at Blakely,
Georgia, between 10 o’clock A. M.
and 4 o’clock P. M. on Tuesday,
April 7th, 1942, the property describ
ed in said security deed, which de
scription is hereby referred to and
made a part hereof, said property
being situated in Early County, State
of Georgia, to-wit:
All <ff land lot Number Two
Hundred and Thirty-nine (239) in
the Sixth (6th) District of Early
County, Georgia, lying East of the
Old Damascus Road, containing Two
Hundred Sixty-five and Eighth
tenths (265.8) acres, described as be
ginning at a point on the North line
of said lot where the Old Damascus
Road intersects the Arlington-Blake
ly Road; thence North Eighty-seven
(87) degrees and Fifty (50) minutes
East Thirty-three Hundred and Eight
(3308) feet to the Northeast corner
of said lot; thence South one (1)
degree and Fifty (50) minutes East
Thirty-five Hundred and Twenty-one
(3521) feet to the Southeast corner
of said lot; thence South Eighty
seven (87) degrees and Fifty (50)
minutes West Thirty-two Hundred
and Ninety-one (3291) feet along
the South line of said lot to a point
where said line intersects the Old
Damascus Road; thence along said
road North Two (2) degrees East
Nineteen Hundred and Fifty-six and
Sixty-seven Hundredths (1956.67)
feet to a point; thence North along
said road Eight (8) degrees West
Sixteen Hundred (1600) feet to the
point of intersection of said road
with the Arlington-Blakely Road, the
point of beginning, more particularly
described by plat of Jno. H. Lowe,
C. E., dated November 6, 1926, at
tached to and made a part of the
description of the above described
security deed.
This sale will be made for the pur
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with all expenses of this sale.
A conveyance will be executed to
the purchaser at such sale as is
authorized in said security deed.
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GEORGIA—EarIy County:
Whereas, heretofore, H. G. Harvey
did execute to L. C. Johnson a cer
tain security deed to the South half
of lot of land No. 162 in the 26th
District of Early County, Georgia,
containing 125 acres, more or less,
to secure a certain note and other
indebtedness, all as shown by securi
ty deed recorded in the Office of
the Clerk of Superior Court of Ear
ly County, Georgia, in Deed Book
51 page 200, and
Whereas, said security deed was
transferred and assigned by L. C.
Johnson to L. R. Robinson together
with debt secured thereby.
Said note is now past due, and
unpaid.
It is understood that the above
described property is being sold
subject to a prior security deed given
by H. G. Harvey to Commercial
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said deed appears of record in Deed
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signed'to L. R. Robinson.
Now, therefore, according to the
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Georgia. The proceeds from said
sale to be used first to the payment
of said indebtedness, expenses and
the balance, if anv, to be delivered
to the said H. G. Harvey.
This 10th day of March, 1942.
L. R. ROBINSON, Transferee.
STAPLETON & STAPLETON,
Attorneys at Law
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