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THE STORY SO FAR—Joan Lelana,
secretary, falls In love with Karl Miller,
her employer, owner of a night club. She
spurns secret invitations from Erie
Strom, Karl’s business partner, and Paul
Sherman, his manager. Her sister, Syb
-11, does not approve of Karl, but Joan
blindly defends him, even when Paul, in
a friendly manner warns her about Karl.
Karl shoots Eric In Joan’s presence,
tricks ber into placing her anger-prints
on the gun, then admits he is a Nazi
spy with a wife In Germany. He tells
Joan unless she continues to work, and
remain silent about the murder, he will
blame it on her. The terrified girl
agrees and later Paul reveals himself
as Paul O’Malley of the FBI, working
to trap the higher-ups of the spy ring.
Sybil fails to come home, and a suicide
note later is thought by them to mean
Karl intended to hold her as a hostage.
Joan agrees secretly to help Paul, and
reports that Karl has hired a beautiful
young girl to sing, and is already mak
ing love to her. It’s Paul’s runaway
sister. Joan gets her to share her apart
ment. Paul and Joan search the beauty
shop of Mrs. Murdock, who had em
ployed Sybil at Karl’s suggestion.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER XHI
The light revealed a desk, a short
wave radio set and three large fil
ing cabinets. He drew on a pair of
gloves. “Don’t touch anything,” he
cautioned Joan.
Joan’s heart was in her throat.
“Oh Paul, what if Karl should find
out we were here?”
“By that time,” Paul replied grim
ly, “it will be too late.”
Joan looked curiously at the radio
set. “Do you suppose Karl has a
receiver too?”
“Probably, though where it would
be I don’t know."
He opened a drawer of the desk.
“Doesn’t seem to be anything
here . . .”
“Wait!” Joan cried. “What’s
.this?” She seized a gray glove ly
ing among pencils and bits of pa
pers. “This is Sybil’s glove!” she
said excitedly. “She always wore
these with her suit, and she was
wearing that suit the day she dis
appeared.”
Paul gazed speculatively at the
slender gray glove. “It could mean
that Sybil discovered this room,
that she knew what was going on in
here, and that’s why Karl put her
out of the way.”
Joan pressed the glove against
her cheek. “Oh Syb!” she wept.
“I still think Sybil is alive,” Paul
said, “Karl is saving her as an ace
up his sleeve. In that way she is
of more use to him living than dead.
Anyway, that’s my hunch. It will
be better if you can believe it too.”
“I’ll try,” Joan gulped, control
ling herself with an effort.
Half an hour passed while Paul’s
nimble fingers explored the contents
of drawer after drawer.
He tapped the walls but they re
vealed nothing. It was Joan who
cried, “Paul! Look at this desk.
There’s something odd about it.”
There seemed to be a panel on the
side of the desk. “You’re right,”
Paul said, and gently forcing the
wood, he pulled it to one side. “Here
we are!” he said as they both
gazed into a small hidden compart
ment. Eagerly Paul thrust in his
hand and drew forth a large enve
lope. He opened it. “Look Joan!
These are the plans for that bomb
ing plane. We were right!”
Joan peered over his shoulder at
the unintelligible writing. “What do
they say?”
Paul smiled excitedly as he ran
his eyes over the pages. “Plenty!
There’s enough here to convict Karl
and Mrs. Murdock as well as
some others!”
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BLAKELY THEATRE
Thursday-Friday, March 26-27
Jack Oakie—Walter Brennan—Linda Darnell in •
“RISE AND SHINE”
Saturday, March 28
“THE THREE MESQUITEERS in
“OKLAHOMA RENEGADES”
Saturday Late Show 10:30
RICHARD ARLEN—JEAN PARKER in
“FLYING BLIND”
Monday-Tuesday, March 30-31
CLARK GABLE—LANA TURNER in
“HONKY TONK”
Wednesday, April 1
PENNY SINGLETON—GLENN FORD in
“GO WEST, YOUNG LADY”
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“Let’s get out of here, quick,”
Joan begged* glancing back at the
half-open panel which had admitted
them.
“While we’re here I’m going to
take a last look around to see if I
can find a copy of that code.”
Joan watched his brown head bend
over the drawer. Her heart went out
to him in gratitude for his kindness.
“This is really the end of our search
then?” she asked.
“It looks like it.”
“I wish we were out of here,”
Joan repeated. “I have a feeling
something else is about to happen.”
Paul laughed. “You women and
your intuition!”
But Joan shivered nervously as
she waited for Paul to finish.
* • »
In a downtown hotel, Karl Miller
was dancing with Pat.
“You’re a darling!” he murmured
against her hair.
“Oh Karl, I love you so much.”
“He smiled. “You are happy,
liebchen?”
“I still can’t believe it,” Pat said,
turning her radiant face to his.
“Just think . . . Mrs. Karl Miller.”
“We can’t be married for tWo or
three months yet," Karl told her.
“I don’t care. I’m so happy.”
Pat gazed down at the emerald, a
magnificent jewel which flashed
green fire from her hand. “It’s such
a beautiful ring! Joan will be so
surprised.”
“No doubt,” Karl smiled.
“And Paul too?”
“Paul? Why should Paul be sur
prised?”
The music had stopped now and
they returned to their table.
“What has Paul got to do with
us?" Karl demanded.
Pat looked embarrassed. She had
promised not to reveal Paul’s iden
tity under any circumstances. “Oh,
nothing,” she faltered.
But Karl was not to be side
tracked. “What is there between
you and Paul?”
Pat laughed. “Are you jealous?”
“Jealous? Os course I am. I in
sist upon knowing.”
“I promised I wouldn’t tell any
one,” Pat hesitated.
Karl’s voice was smoothly per
suasive. “But, liebchen, we are go
ing to be married. You must not
have any secrets from your hus
band.”
Pat’s brown eyes were troubled.
“Well, I don’t know.”
Karl took her hand, “You must
tell me,” he insisted.
“I suppose now that we are en
gaged, it’s different,” Pat admit
ted, “Anyway it’s really nothing for
you to be jealous about. You see,
Paul is my brother. He’s using an
assumed name because some time
ago he used to work for the govern
ment.”
“Indeed?” Karl Miller said, rising
quickly. “I find that information
extremely interesting.”
It seemed to Joan that Paul was
taking an unnecessarily long time
looking for the code. She watched
impatiently as he rechecked each
drawer, wondering at his calm de
liberation.
“Please hurry, Paul! Let’s get out
of here.”
"Queer I can’t find it. They must
have it here somewhere.”
“What does it matter now? We
have the other evidence. You said
these papers incriminate Karl.
Isn’t that enough?”
“I always like to do a thorough
job while I’m at it.”
“Wait! Oh Paul, I hear some
thing! Someone is coming down the
hall!”
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Joan peered over his shoulder at the unintelligible writing. “What
do they say?”
She ran to the open panel and
gazed through the office to the hall
way leading to the street, but she
could see nothing.”
“You’re just nervous,” Paul said.
“I’ll be through in a minute. Sit
down and relax.”
“I’m sure I heard someone. What
if Karl has found out?” Joan said,
sitting down at the desk where Syb
il’s glove remained among the pile
of papers. “He’s too clever to let
us get away with this.”
“Karl’s not as clever as you may
imagine,” Paul told her, “or he
wouldn’t leave these papers for me
to find.”
“It all seems too easy,” Joan in
sisted. “There must be a catch to
it.”
“We’ve waited long enough to get
Karl,” he reminded her. “I knew
that eventually we’d catch up with
him. Haven’t you ever heard that
crime does not pay?” He actually
seemed amused.
“I don’t see anything funny about
it!”
“You’re a sweet kid!” Paul said.
“And you’ve been a big help to
me.”
“Please let’s get out of here!” She
was on the verge of tears.
Paul glanced around the small
room. Papers were strewn on the
floor, even carelessly over the radio
equipment.
“This untidy mess will be quite
a surprise to our friends,” he com
mented.
“Are we going to the authorities
now?”
Paul picked up the envelope.
“Right. And in here we have enough
to keep Karl Miller out of circula
tion for good.”
Joan took Sybil’s glove and put it
in her purse, but before she could
fasten the clasp, Karl Miller’s voice
came to them from the open panel.
“I thought I’d find you here.”
His powerful figure filled the small
doorway. He held a gun. Paul
reached for his coat, but Karl was
too quick for him. “No use trying
that, Mr. O’Malley.”
Joan backed against the wall, her
eyes fastened, as though hypnotized,
upon Karl’s face.
“You need not be frightened,”
Karl told her. “I am principally
interested in Paul. Too bad he has
such a talkative sister.”
“So Pat told you?”
Joan marveled at Paul’s indiffer
ence.
“Yes. It might interest you to
know that she thinks I am about
to become your brother-in-law.”
At last Paul’s anger was aroused.
“You dirty rat!”
Karl smiled. “I assure you 1
have no intention of going through
with it. As you no doubt know, I
already have one wife.”
“What have you done with her?”
Paul demanded.
“Shut up! Give me that envelope.
We’re getting out of here. Come
on, Joan, I’ll keep you with me.”
Paul walked ahead and Karl fol
lowed with Joan. His grasp on her
arm was painful but she did not
wince. She was too proud to let
Karl Miller see that he had hurt
her.
There was a long ride down the
Embaradero. Neither Karl nor Paul
spoke. As they went through the
warehouse and up the swaying steps
of the gangplank, Joan was sur
prised at her own calmness. She
was no longer afraid of Karl Miller.
She followed Paul’s example of su
perb indifference.
On deck Paul and Joan were led
to a small shabby cabin, and the
door locked behind them.
“Cozy?” Paul grinned.
“Paul! You act as though you ac
tually enjoy this.”
His face grew serious. “I don’t
like it for your sake, Joan. But so
far as I’m concerned, it couldn’t
have worked out better.”
“What do you mean?”
“I counted on Karl’s finding us at
the beauty shop. I wanted him to.
I think he’ll lead us to the rest of
the gang this way.”
Joan sat down gingerly on a dirty,
faded chintz chair. “But you said
those papers were enough.”
Paul lit_ a cigarette. “They were,
but I still nave a lew ends to tie.
We’re not in any actual danger yet.
Trust me for that.”
Paul watched Joan as she ex
plored their tiny prison. “You have
more nerve than any other girl I
ever saw,” he said, admiringly, re
peating what he had said the night
Karl killed Strom and Joan had
promised to help trap Karl after
Paul revealed he was an FBI man.
“My knees are shaking,” Joan ad
mitted, smiling, “but I wouldn’t let
Karl know how I felt. It would give
him too much satisfaction.”
“Good girl!” Paul approved.
“And,” Joan continued, “this may
be your idea of ‘no actual danger’
but it doesn’t seem that way to me.”
The gentle throb of the ship’s en
gines warned them the freighter was
moving. “Here we go,” Paul said.
“Try to trust me, Joan, that this is
the best way. I took you with me
tonight deliberately because I was
afraid that it would be worse for
you if you were left behind.”
“What about Pat?”
“Pat doesn’t know anything. They
won’t be apt to harm her.”
In the dim light of a small electric
bulb they waited. As the ship
rolled more, Paul said, “We’re go
ing through the Gate now. We’ll
soon be on the open sea.”
“Where is Karl taking us? Can’t
you tell me that?”
“I’d rather not. The first thing
to find out is how he intends to get
rid of those plans,” he added,
“Might ship them to a submarine.”
“A submarine!” Joan cried in dis
may.
“It’s not a pretty picture, is it?”
Paul said grimly. “That’s why I
don’t want you to know too much.”
Karl did not reappear but a sailor
unlocked the door and mumbled
something to Paul in German. “He
says he’ll show you to your cabin,”
Paul explained.
“I’d rather stay here!”
But Paul advised her to go without
objection, so Joan followed the sailor
out on deck. He opened a door and
: motioned for her to go inside. Hes
i itatingly she obeyed.
There was a bunk with a quilt
i folded neatly upon it, a washstand
j and one porthole through which Joan
could see the deck. Fog enveloped
j the sea and it was impossible to tell
how far away from shore they were.
In a few minutes she heard the
■ sound of footsteps, and sitting up
1 she saw that Paul was being shown
I into the cabin next to hers. Even
[ though the door was locked behind
> him and a sailor remained on guard
■ outside, Joan was comforted to know
I that he was near.
Joan had not expected to have any
rest that night but she found herself
overcome with fatigue. She wak
ened to feel the warmth of the sun
upon her face.
(To Be Continued)
FOR JUDGE SUPERIOR COURTS
I hereby announce my candidacy
for Judge of the Superior Courts of
the Pataula Circuit for the next en
suing term, subject to the rules of
the Democratic primary to be held
in 1942. Grateful to the people and
voters throughout the circuit for the
confidence and generous support
heretofore given me, I again solicit
them, and if honored by a re-election
I shall exert my best efforts to the
fair, faithful and full discharge of
all the duties of the office to the
best of my ability.
Very respectfully,
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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 of 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
pose of paying the indebtedness se
cured by said security deed, together
with all expenses of this sale.
A conveyance will be executed to
the purchaser at such sale as is
authorized in said security deed.
THE FIRST JOINT STOCK
LAND BANK OF MONT
GOMERY MONTGOMERY,
ALABAMA.
J. M. WILLIAMS, JR. Attorney.
STRAYED — 1 black Jersey cow,
weight about 700 lbs.; 1 yellow
swayback cow with one teat cut off,
weight about 700 lbs.; 1 gray striped
cow, dehorned, weight 700 lbs.; 1
yellow and white cow with wart on
tail, weight about 750 lbs.; 1 red
Jersey steer calf, weight about 250
lbs.; 3 whiteface heifer calves, weight
between 300 and 400 lbs. Strayed
from farm in Colomokee. Notify
KARL FOSTER, Bluffton, Ga. Re
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NOTICE OF SALE
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
State Bank, Donalsonville, Georgia,
said deed appears of record in Deed
Book 50 page 117, which deed hav
ing been duly transferred and as
signed to L. R. Robinson.
Now, therefore, according to the
terms of said security deed, and the
laws in such cases, made and pro
vided, the undersigned will expose
for sale to the highest bidder for
cash, the above described land, aft
er property advertisement, on the
first Tuesday in April, next, between
the legal hours of sale before the
Courthouse door in Early County,
Georgia. The proceeds from said
sale to be used first to the payment
of said indebtedness, expenses and
the balance, if an' 7 , to be delivered
to the said H. G. Harvey.
This 10th dav of March. 1942.
L. R. ROBINSON, Transferee.
STAPLETON & STAPLETON,
Attorneys at Law
Donalsonville, Georgia
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two hundred fifty acres of land,
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