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THE STORY SO FAR: Joan Leland,
secretary, in love with her night-club
employer, Karl Miller, is horrified when
he shoots his business partner, Eric
Strom. She is sickened when he tells
her be has a wife in Germany, and Is
acting as a Nazi spy. When she threat
ens to call the police, he reminds her,
her finger prints are on the gun, Im
planted there when he asked her to pick
it up. And unless she will keep silent
and continue her work, she will be
charged with the murder. When his
manager, Paul Sherman, who had been a
friend to Joan, backs him up, the terri
fied girl agrees. Later Paul secretly
reveals to her he is really an FBI agent
and she promises to help him trap
the higher-ups In the spy ring. Police
find Sybil’s clothing and a suicide note
near a bridge and Paul suspects Karl
is holding her hostage. Meanwhile Karl
hires a beautiful girl as a singer, who
turns out to be Paul’s run-away sister
and who innocently betrays him> Karl
captures Joan and Paul as they find a
Nazi radio transmitter and bomber plans
and places them under guard on board
an old tramp steamer. Paul thinks Karl
will transfer the stolen bomber plans to
a submarine.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER XIV
Karl was dressed in white. In ap
pearance and manner he was as
smooth and impeccable as always.
But the same qualities that once
charmed Joan now disgusted her
as she asked coldly, “Where is
Paul?”
“Do you expect me to tell you?”
Karl parried.
Where was Paul? This subject
held her interest most. She dared
not think what might become of
her without him.
But the day passed, the night, the
next day, and still she had not seen
him. And the next morning as she
saw Karl coming on deck, she de
manded, “What have you done with
Paul? I want to see him.”
“All right,” Karl agreed surpris
ingly. “He summoned a sailor and
spoke to him in German.
A few minutes later Paul ap
peared. His coat and tie were gone
and his shirt was open at the throat.
He looked tired.
Karl spoke rapidly in German,
then suddenly turned on his heel
and walked away.
“Oh Paul!” Joan gasped. “Are
you all right?”
“I’m fine,” Paul said grimly.
“Karl’s just been trying to persuade
me to jojn his little group'. Both of
us, for that matter. He thinks we’d
be valuable to him in his spying
business.”
Then he glanced at her with a
smile. “You sound almost as if you
care.”
“I do,” Joan said. And suddenly
she realized that she did care. That
she cared terribly what happened
to Paul O’Malley.
Five more days passed as the
■weather became increasingly un
comfortable.
“We’re probably off the coast of
Mexico,” Paul said as he stood at
the rail looking into the vast ex
panse of blue sky and water.
Without turning his head, Paul
said in a low voice, “I have some
thing to tell you. Do you know
which sailor is called Thomas?”
“I think so. The one who brings
our meals.”
“Right. It seems Karl has some
thing on him, forced him into serv
ice on this ship by blackmail. He’s
promised to help us, when the time
comes.”
“What time?” Joan asked, feel
ing suddenly chilled in spite of the
tropical sun.
“If everything goes as I expect.
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Thursday-Friday, April 2-3
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Saturday, April 14
DON “RED” BARRY in
“WYOMING WILDCAT”
Saturday Late Show 10:30
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“CHARLIE CHAN IN RIO”
Monday-Tuesday, April 6-7
Joan Crawford, Robt. Taylor, Greer Garson in
“WHEN LADIES’ MEET”
Wednesday, April 8
JOAN BLONDELL—JOHN HOWARD in
“THREE GIRLS ABOUT TOWN”
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it should be within two or three
days.”
“You still don’t know how Karl
plans to get rid of those papers?”
“Submarine,” Paul said briefly.
“Thomas tells me we’re to contact
it within the next twenty-four
hours.”
“There’s a ring around the
moon,” Paul observed. “We’re go
ing to have some bad weather.”
“Anything would be better than
this.” Closing her eyes against the
heat, Joan leaned her head against
the chair.
When she felt a hand over hers,
she started. “Oh . . . Paul . . .”
Color flooded her cheeks.
“Joan,”, he said simply, “don’t
you know I’m in love with you?”
Relief and joy flooded her heart.
Fatigue fell like a mask from her
young face.
“I’ve been in love with you ever
since the first day I saw you,” Paul
went on in his quiet voice. “But
there was Karl ...”
“Oh darling, that wasn’t real. I
didn’t love Karl. I just thought I
did. You must believe that, Paul!”
“Os course I believe it, honey,”
he said. “If I didn’t, do you think
I’d be telling you this? We O’Mal
leys are cagey people.”
She smiled in the darkness.
“If we ever get out of this mess,”
Paul continued seriously, “will you
marry me? It’s not an easy life, you
know, Joan. I’m gone a great deal
and my job’s dangerous. I haven’t
much to offer.”
“You have all I want,” Joan as
sured him. “And Paul, we’ve got to
get out of this now. There’s so much
to live for ...”
Karl’s voice broke through the
night. “What a romantic little scene
this is. Too bad that you two must
be separated.”
Joan felt Paul’s warning hand
upon her arm but she burst out,
“What do you mean?”
“I have been listening to your
charming conversation,” Karl told
her. Joan could see the outline of
his white suit in the darkness, the
glow of his cigarette. “Since you
seem so well informed about my
plans, it might interest you to know
that when that submarine leaves this
ship, Paul will be on it.”
“No! You can’t do that?”
She could imagine his smile as
he said, “I am really quite jealous,
Joan, that you can transfer your af
fection so quickly. I would prefer
that Paul is safely out of the way
so that there is nothing to interfere
with our friendship.”
Paul’s hands clinched on the arms
of his chair, but he said nothing.
Joan understood then that it was
better to pacify Karl than to antago
nize him further.
Her hand grasped Paul’s tightly as
Karl disappeared around the corner
of the deck. “Is he bluffing?” she
whispered.
“Os course he is,” Paul replied
calmly. “It would be easier to get
rid of me entirely than to put me
on another boat. I wouldn’t be any
asset to Karl on a submarine.”
• • •
Joan slept little that night. The
ship began to roll and shudder as
it met the seas that increased as
the night went on. A sharp wind
swept the deck. Black clouds raced
across the moon and the sea
splashed and hissed as it lashed over
the prow.
Paul’s finger tapped on the wall.
Joan moved closer to the thin boards
that separated them and called,
“What is it?”
She did not understand his reply
but realized that his door was being
unlocked.
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La Egfe.
On deck, Joan had to cling to Paul to prevent the wind from sweep
ing her off her feet.
Presently Paul’s head appeared in
her door. “Thomas is here and
knows where those papers are.
We’re going to get them,” he said.
“Karl will find out,” she warned.
“Karl and the captain are drink
ing below. They won’t bother us.”
“Take me with you. Please! I’m
afraid.”
Paul hesitated, then said, “All
right. Maybe it would be better.”
On deck, Joan had to cling to Paul
to prevent the wind from sweeping
her off her feet. The decks were
slippery from the spray and the
waves rose like black liquid moun
tains. As they proceeded cautious
ly, Joan dared not look out into
the night. It was total blackness,
and sky and water seemed blended
into one evil force from which came
the howling wind and spray.
At last Thomas unlocked a door
and crossed the room. “They’re in
here,” he whispered, indicating a
small wall safe. “I know how to
open it.”
He handed the papers to Paul.
“Do what you like with them! I
hate Karl Miller!” In the glow of
the flashlight his eyes gleamed.
Paul rapidly sorted them.
“What are you going to do then?”
Joan asked.
“I’m going to change them—the
plans for the bombing plane at
least.”
“We should meet the submarine
tomorrow,” Thomas said, looking
fearfully over his shoulder. “But
with this weather we may be off
our course.”
Paul seated himself at the small
wooden table and handed a flashlight
to Thomas. “Hold it as steady as
possible,” he ordered. From his
pocket he drew a small bottle, a
brush, pen and ink.
“What are you doing?” Joan
asked, watching the grotesque shad
ows cast on the wall as Paul’s fin
gers moved deftly over the paper.
“When I get through with these
plans they won’t know whether it’s
a bombing plane or a washing ma
chine.”
Once Thomas opened the door to
listen, but only the wind greeted
them, blowing the salt spray into
their faces, and he shook his head.
“This is going to be a bad one,” he
predicted, forcing his shoulder
against the door to close it.
Paul finished his work and re
placed the plans carefully in the
safe. Joan was surprised to see
him put the other papers back in
their respective envelopes.
“These papers are probably going
to Europe,” Paul explained as he
shut the safe.
Thomas nodded. “That’s right.
That’s the way Karl always does it.
Then they can’t prove anything.”
Paul threw the circle of his flash
light upon the door. “I can prove
it this time.”
“That’s what some of the others
thought,” Thomas whispered, “but
I’ve never seen anyone double-cross
Karl and live to tell about it!”
“Let’s get out of here,” Paul said,
taking Joan’s arm.
The three of them made their
way back and crowded into Joan’s
small cabin. Thomas stood by the
door listening. “I guess Karl won’t
come on deck on a night like this,”
he said.
“There’s nothing to do now but
wait for morning,” Paul said. “And
I want you to get some sleep, Joan.”
He put his arms tenderly about her
shoulders. “Will you try, honey?
Thomas and I will be right in the
next cabin. Knock on the wall if you
need me.”
Wide-eyed, Joan lay awake listen
ing to the thunder and the wild hiss
of water as it flooded the deck. The
sensitive ship seemed like another
human being as it fought its valiant
battle against the storm. Creaking
and groaning, it pitted its strength
against the double blows of wind
and wave.
* * *
Dawn. The sea had subsided but
rain still fell from clouded skies
into the gray water. Outside Thom
as had reappeared at his post and
paced the wet deck with measured
tread, his sharp eyes searching the
seas. It was seven o’clock when Paul
and Joan finally went to the
small lounge which serveci as a din
ing room, and Thomas brought their
breakfast.
“Any news?” Paul asked as
Thomas poured the coffee.
“Karl is with the captain,” the
sailor reported. “They’ve commu
nicated with the submarine by ra
dio. We should meet them in three
or four hours.”
Paul rose. “Do you think you can
keep Karl occupied in the captain’s
quarters for a few minutes? I’m go
ing to the radio room.”
“I’ll try. But the radio operator
is a tough guy. Doesn’t speak a
word of English either. He’ll turn
you right over to Karl.”
Paul smiled. “I don’t think so.”
“Be careful,” Joan begged, know
ing that to ask for an explanation
would be useless.
Paul bent down to kiss her. “Don’t
worry, dear. I know what I’m do
ing. I’ll be back soon.”
When he had gone Thomas paused
in the doorway. “He should be more
careful. He doesn’t even carry a
gun!”
“Karl took his gun away, and if
he had another Karl would find it.”
Thomas came closer. “But if you
had a gun, Karl wouldn’t suspect.”
“What do you mean?” Joan whis
pered.
Thomas touched his pocket. “I
have one here. I’ve had it for the
last month, but it doesn’t do me any
good. If I gave it to Mr. O’Malley,
Karl would find it but you might be
able to hide it away. May come in
handy.”
Joan was thinking rapidly, not of
herself but Paul. It would be a
safeguard for both of them. “Give
it to me then,” she told Thomas.
He handed it to her and she put it
in her pocket.
“Good luck!” he said and was
gone.
Joan did not tell Paul about the
gun. She was afraid he would not
want her to have the responsibility.
1 She remembered the last occasion
she had held a gun in her hand.
The time Karl shot Eric and made
her pick up the gun to have her in
criminating fingerprints on it.
“Why so quiet?” Paul inquired.
Absorbed, she had not heard him
return.
She smiled. “Nothing, darling.
Just thinking.”
“About me, I trust.”
He drew her into his arms and
kissed her. “I love you, Joan!”
She felt as though his love built a
high wall be'tween her and the rest
of the world.
“I’m afraid you’ll never have an
easy life,” Paul warned. “I’ll be
away a lot and sometimes I won’t
be able to explain where or why.
You’ll have to trust me.”
(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.
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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
Jersej» 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
ward. 5-3 t
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
fifst 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 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
Donalsonville, Georgia
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two hundred fifty acres of land,
situated eight miles southeast of Arl
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Damascus. This is all good land 1 and
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