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Sylvia Taylor W-HU-Mhi—J
THE STORY SO FAR: Joan Leland,
secretary, In love with handsome Karl
Miller, night club owner, is horrified
and disillusioned, when he shoots his
business partner, Eric Strom, and threat
ens to implicate her unless she continues
her work and remains silent. He con
fesses he has a wife in Germany and
is part of a Nazi spy ring. Paul Sher
man, his manager, reveals to Joan that
he really Is Paul O’Malley, an FBI
agent, trying to trap the spy-ring higher
tips and Joan agrees to help him. Joan’s
sister, Sybil, is missing and Paul be
lieves Karl is holding her as a hostage.
Pat Hines, a new singer for Karl, is
really Paul’s young run-away sister, Pa
tricia, and she innocently betrays Paul’s
identity to Karl, who captures Paul
and Joan as they discover incriminating
evidence. He spirits them away on a
boat and they find they are in love. A
submarine appears to pick up bomber
plans stolen by Karl. Thomas, a vic
tim of Karl’s, slips a gun to Joan, who
shoots Karl as he Is about to shoot Paul.
They escape in a life boat and land in
Mexico. Arthur Mulford, Joan’s former
employer, offers’ his plane for a return
to the U. S.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER XVII
“And you? Don’t you want to go
home?” Mulford asked Joan.
“Yes and no. I want to leave—
but not without Paul."
“Ah,” Mulford" said, “I see. But
I will be glad to take all of you. I
have my own plane, my own pilot,
and I am returning to San Fran
cisco tomorrow. Why not talk it
over with him? Surely he can have
no objection to your leaving since it
will be absolutely safe.”
Joan wavered. “I couldn’t go with
out him. But maybe he would be
willing to go with us. He could get
aid in the states and return to Mexi
co and continue the search. I’m not
much help to him now, and neither
is Thomas. What I really came down
here to tell you, Mr. Mulford, was
that what Thomas told you is the
truth. He should have his chance to
get out.”
“I understand, and I’ll take him of
course. But, Joan, I think you
should go too. I’m really shocked at
this situation. After all, you were in
my shop for almost two years. Nat
urally your welfare concerns me.”
She smiled. “That’s nice of you,
Mr. Mulford. By the way, what are
you doing in Mexico?”
“Since the war ruined my busi
ness and I closed the shop, I’ve
been having a vacation. I needed
one after all those years. I worked
hard, and it’s good to be away.”
Joan rose. “Can I let you know
early in the morning about leaving?
I’ll have to talk it over with Mr.
O’Malley.”
“Os course. Ido not plan to leave
before noon, so take your time.”
“You’re not staying at the hotel?”
“No. With a friend of mine, Dr.
Gomez. I’ll give you his number,
or better yet, I’ll phone you here.
About ten o’clock, say?”
“That will be fine. And thank you
very much for everything.”
What a lucky break, Joan thought.
It all worked out so perfectly. If
Mr. Mulford had his own plane, how
could Karl possibly check on them?
She roused the desk clerk and had
him ring Paul’s room.
“Please come down, Paul,” she
begged. “I must talk with you.”
Thomas came in from the veran
da. “What do you think?” he asked.
“It sounds fine,” Joan agreed.
“That man is my former employer.
I’ve known him for years. He’s here
on a vacation.”
“Then you’ll go, too?”
“It certainly seems like a good
chance, but I’ll have to talk to Paul.
In any case, Thomas, Mr. Mulford
has oromised to take you.”
BLAKELY THEATRE
Thursday-Friday, April 23-24
ANN RUTHERFORD—ROBERT STACK in
“BAD LANDS OF DAKOTA”
Saturday, April 25
JOHNNY MACK BROWN in
“LAW OF THE RANGE”
Saturday Late Show 10:30
GEORGE MONTGOMERY—MARY HOWARD in
“RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE”
Monday-Tuesday, April 27-28
RONALD REAGAN—OLYMPE BRADNA in
“INTERNATIONAL SQUADRON”
“Thanks, Miss Leland.” The grat
itude in his eyes was unmistakable.
Paul came down almost immedi
ately. “What’s going on?” he de
manded.
“The most wonderful thing has
happened! Arthur Mulford is here!
I used to work for him before I got
my job with Karl. He was the man
who was trying to locate me through
the bartender, also the one I saw
on the street today.”
They went out to the patio, which
was covered by a patchwork of shad
ows and moonlight. Thomas had
gone upstairs and Joan and Paul sat
down at one of the rustic tables. “So
Arthur Mulford has offered to take
you home?”
“Yes! How did you know?”
“Very simple deduction, darling,”
Paul laughed. “I read it in your
eyes ... I suppose Thomas is at
the bottom of all this.”
“Yes,” Joan admitted.
His keen eyes searched her face.
“You want to go?”
“Not without you. But, Paul, if
we all went, it might be better. We
could get help and come back . . .”
A bird twittered sleepily, and the
fragrance of a million flowers flood
ed the moonlit night. Paul smiled.
“Okay! I’ll go with you.”
It did not occur to Joan that vic
tory had been too easy.
The following day at noon they left
Mazatlan in Mulford’s plane.
It was Joan’s first experience at
flying. Once or twice she tried to
look out but it made her so dizzy
she turned to Paul, saying, “I guess
I can’t take it.”
Paul smiled placidly, much too
placidly, Joan decided, eyeing him
speculatively. This was the first
time she had known Paul to give in
so easily on any issue. But perhaps
love had changed him. She said im
pulsively, “I know you’re doing this
for my sake, Paul, and I appreciate
it, really I do.”
He smiled at her earnestness and
said quietly, “You may as well
know now.”
Joan’s peace of mind was shat
tered. “Now what?”
Paul leaned closer. “I told you I
wanted to track down the rest of
Karl’s men to find out who was at
the head of this. Remember?”
“Yes, of course, but . . .”
“That,” Paul said, “is exactly
what I am doing.”
“I don’t understand, Paul. What
are you talking about?”
“You thought I agreed to come
with Mulford because you wanted
me to, but there is really another
reason.”
Her face was white. “What are
you trying to tell me?”
“I came because we are at last on
the trail. We’re being taken straight
to the heart of the spy ring.”
“You mean that Mr. Mulford . . .”
She could not go on.
“Mulford,” Paul said calmly, “is
the head of this whole business. I’ve
known it ever since I obtained those
papers on the ship.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“No. I didn’t want to frighten
you.”
She leaned weakly back in her
seat. “And I thought we were safe!
But where are we going, Paul?
Do you have any idea?”
“I have a very good idea, and if
I’m wrong it’s going to be tough on
all of us.”
“Poor Thomas!” Joan said, look
ing over her shoulder. “This will be
a terrible shock for him. Mr. Mul
ford, the head of the spy ring! I
can’t believe it!”
“It’s true! He’s been working with
Karl all the time. His importing
EARLY COUNTY NEWS, BLAKELY, GEORGIA
Silently they filed out of the plane and at Mulford’s command en
tered a waiting automobile, followed by the bewildered Thomas.
shop was only a blind, just asTKarTs
Club Elite is. All the time you
worked for Mulford you were really
involved. Mulford fired you and re
fused to give you a reference so
you would be forced to take any
job that came along. The want ad
was put in that paper especially for
you. Mulford had decided you would
be loyal and really transferred you
to Karl’s employ. If you hadn’t
fallen in love with Karl, you might
still not have known what was go
ing on.”
Shocked at the revelation his
words brought, Joan sat silently lis
tening to the roar of the plane as
it winged its way to their unknown
destination.
* « *
At last the true picture was un
folded to Joan. Paul had made
their situation clear as Mulford’s
plane roared on. It seemed incredi
ble that she could have been so
blind. For almost two years she
had worked for Arthur Mulford, re
garding him as a kindly but rather
tiresome employer. She had had no
suspicions that his importer’s shop
was a blind, or that the letters she
typed day after day were code mes
sages concerning the subversive ac
tivities of a spy ring. She had won
dered at her sudden dismissal but
even then she had not connected it
with the want ad she answered for
Karl Miller’s secretary. How com
pletely she had fallen into their
trap! And as Paul had said, if she
had not fallen in love with Karl she
probably would not know the truth
even now.
What a fool Paul must have
thought her, watching her through
those weeks when she had happily
boasted that Karl was going to
marry her. How carelessly she had
treated Paul’s words of warning, and
Sybil’s. Sybil! Her sister’s name
struck fear into her heart. Paul had
told her that when they arrived at
the end of their journey he hoped
to find Sybil. If they would only
find her alive! And what about Pa
tricia?
It was night when the plane land
ed, and forewarned by Paul, Joan
was not surprised to see Arthur Mul
ford confronting them with a gun
and saying, “All right now, keep
your hands up.”
Silently they filed out of the plane
and at Mulford’s command entered
a waiting automobile, followed by the
bewildered Thomas.
“What’s it all about, Mr. O’Mal
ley?” he begged. “Where are we?”
“Another of Karl’s tricks,” Paul
explained in an undertone. “I think
we’re somewhere in New Mexico or
possibly Arizona.”
The moonlit night showed them lit
tle as they drove along the rough
country road. Barren waste land
stretched on all sides.
“You mean this guy is one of
Karl’s men?” Thomas whispered.
“Just Karl’s boss,” Paul said wry
ly.
Thomas, for once, was stunned
into silence.
In a short time they arrived at
a ranch house. It was the first
dwelling of any kind they had seen
since landing. Behind the large
house was a smaller one and into
this Paul, Joan and Thomas were
led. The house was modern though
crudely finished. There was a fire
place and electric lighting. Several
rooms led into the living room but
none of the three was inclined to
venture from the fire.
“Well,” Thomas said, “I guess
this is all my fault. I thought Mul
ford was on the level. I didn’t know
he was connected with Karl. Hon
estly.”
“We know that, Thomas. It’s all
right. It had to be this way. I’ve
suspected for some time that Mul
ford was the chief of this outfit.”
Joan sat down in an old wicker
rocker and drew it closer to the
blaze. “And now what do we do?”
“This ranch is a clearing house.
Stolen plans that are not taken from
San Francisco by boat are flown
here and from here to Mexico where
they are picked up off the coast by
fishing boats.”
Thomas rubbed his hands togeth
er nervously. “But why did they
want us to come here? Why would
they have bothered?”
“That,” Paul admitted, “remains
to be seen.”
“They must think they have some
use for us,” Joan argued, “or they
wouldn’t have gone to so much trou
ble.”
The wind whistled outside. The
silence of the night held the peculiar
loneliness that belongs to the desert.
Joan was so deep in her own
thoughts that the sound of foot
steps startled her and she leaped
from her place by the fire.
The door opened to admit Karl
Miller. His arm was in a sling.
“You didn’t quite finish me,” he
said smoothly. “Your aim is really
very bad.”
“What a pity,” Paul murmured.
Karl turned his cold blue eyes
upon him. “You have caused us
a great deal of trouble, Mr. O’Mal
ley. I believe the time has com'e
now for you to be of use to us.”
Paul had risen and the two men
stood facing each other.
Karl said quietly, “Again I offer
you the chance to come in with us.
You could be a valuable asset.”
Silence. Contempt was written on
Paul’s face.
“If you refuse to give us your
services,” Karl said, “Joan will
have to pay for it.”
He walked over and took her arm,
twisting it until she cried out with
pain. Paul took a step forward but
Arthur Mulford, who had been
watching from the door, leaped
forward with a gun in his hand.
Although Karl still held her arm,
which throbbed with pain, Joan
cried, “Don’t pay any attention to
him, Paul, I’m not afraid!”
Karl said, “Perhaps you are not
afraid for yourself but there is still
your sister to consider.
“Sybil! Where is she?”
“At the moment, she is safe. If
you can persuade Paul to see this
situation my way, she will contin-
I ue to be safe. If not . . .’’He
i shrugged.
Karl looked at O’Malley and
smiled. “I believe you will find
that you and your government are
playing a losing game. Os course,
Mr. O’Malley, in our country a man
does not let sentimentality interfere
with his job. It is unfortunate that
you are not constituted the same
way—unfortunate for you, and ex
tremely luuky for us. I am sure
that, being so fond of Joan, you
would rather betray your country
than permit her to suffer.”
He exchanged glances with Mul
ford, and they both left the house.
“I told you!” Thomas cried.
“They’re devils!”
“If I can stall them off for a few
days . . .” Paul was saying in a
low guarded tone.
(To Be Continued)
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GEORGIA —Early County:
Because of default in the payment
of the indebtedness secured by deed
to secure debt, executed by John
Phillips to W. I. Geer, dated 3rd day
of December, 1935, and recorded in
Deed Book 45, page 114, of deed
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secured thereby have been properly
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page 114, of deed records of said
county, and the power of sale con
tained in said security deed will, on
Tuesday, May 6, 1942, during the
legal hours of sale, at the courthouse
door in said county, sell at public
outcry, to the highest and best bid
der for cash, the property described
in said deed, to-wit:
One hundred acres of land, more
or less, on the east side of lot of
land No. 379, in the 6th Land
District of Early County, Georgia,
and known as the old Rube Wid
ner home place, and now being
known as the John Phillips home
place where he now resides, and
is bounded on the north by the
Lanier lands, on east by lands of
Ollie Cheshire, south by the B. A.
Phillips lands, and west by Bank
of Arlington and Bostwick Bank
ing Company lands. And the tract
extends north and south clear
across said lot on the east side.
Said property will be sold as the
property of John Phillips and as the
property of the estate of John Phil
lips deceased. The above described
land, as provided in said deed, will
be sold for the purpose of paying the
indebtedness of said John Phillips,
who is now deceased, which indebt
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ment of the indebtedness secured by
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istratrix, or whoever is a proper par
ty to receive same. The undersign
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chaser at said sale, as provided in
the security deed first above men
tioned.
Said property will be sold subject
to State, County and school taxes
for each year from the year 1935
to 1942, both inclusive.
Dated this the 6th day of April,
1942.
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C. E. MARTIN, Sheriff.
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