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Synopsis: Posing as Rosa
Kirkman, Lotus Ames is hired
as a singer for Mlle. Duval, the
owner of a case. Lotus expects
to pick up information for the
FBI on dope smuggling in New
Orleans. On her first appear
ance she meets Stacy Corbin
and later Herman, Bundist.
Lawrence of the FBI joins her
in New Orleans. She reported
to both Lawrence and Herman
Balch that she had seen the.
waiter, Jacques, pass envel
opes to customers. During the
Mardi Gras, Lawrence called
for her.
CHAPTER VI
She had written, “they suspect
you. Don’t come back.”
He gave it a cursory glance,
thrust it in his pocket and then
leaned back against the bar to
enjoy her song. He even re
mained through the evening puf
fing one cigarette after another
and listening raptly to her mel
odies. A strange smile played
around his thin, firm mouth.
The tool, she thought, the
brazen, stubborn fool. They'll kill
him, they’ll grow suspicious and
lie in wait for him. He’s just
showing off, laughing in the face
of danger!
But another part of her mind
was teasing her, admiring his
very nonchalance, his tall, lanky
figure braced against the bar,
the stern, relentless seriousness
of his features. Mr. Stuart Law
rence, she admitted finally, was
not the sort of man you could
forget easily, whether you liked
him or not.
Mardi Gras!
Ever since her arrival in the
city Lotus had been aware of the
carnival spirit running rampant
in the atmosphere.
It was evident in the happy,
teeth-exposing smiles of the Ne
gro street-hawkers selling red
beans and Batons amandes, the
almond sticks that Lotus yearned
to try, but cautiously resisted.
; She stared wistfully through
the jalousied window at the end
of Mamselle’s long, cool hall, at
the people leaving Gallatin St.
for the center of activity, long
ing to participate in some of
' their merry-making, yet fearful:
that some message might come
from Lawrence and she would 1
j miss it.
Moments later the doorbell tin-
, kled in the dim interior of the
house. The front door slammed
and Susiebelle’s soft, shuffling i
! steps hurried up the stairs. Ini
her brown arms was a large cos- ,
turner’s box. It bore the name of
one of the oldest establishments
. in the city.
"Gentleman say heah youah
costume an’ he wait foah you in
i the cyah.”
> Lotus’ fingers trembled as they
• pushed the tissue paper aside.
- The costume would cover her
• completely, though it was cut to
■ her size. It was of white sateen,
I with enormous red tulle pom
poms. a Pierette type, with a i
; matching cap and mask.
I Stu Lawrence!
I Os course it was he. No one
, else would deliver such a peremp
! tory summons and expect it to
be carried out. She felt unrea-
I sonably pleased and was imme- ;
; ; diately annoyed with herself for ■
r\ feeling so. But she couldn’t re
, sist smiling at her gay reflec-
> tion in the mirror.
Chloe arose late and hated to
5 be disturbed, so Lotus merely left
Ia message with the mulatto girl
I that she would return in a lew
hours.
He was waiting for her in the ,
j car, masked as she was his cos
i tume identical, except that the
t pompoms were a brilliant blue.
“Isn’t this a wonderful city?”
, she couldn’t restrain her enthus
. iasm. “Some time when I’m not
1 busy I’m going to come back here
> and see everything as it should
i be done.”
"The people here don’t need to
. view the world through rose-col
ored glasses today, anyway,” he
agreed.
He maneuvered the car skill
; fully but slowly through the hil-
■ arious careless crowd.
"Where are we going? What [
. are we going to do?”
Had Stu Lawrence overcome
i his sense of duty for one day? |
Was he going to show her some
of the lighter side of New Or
leans? His answer dispelled any j
brief illusions she held on that
score.
“Nothing in keeping with the
spirit of the occasion, unfortu
nately.”
“This is the city morgue,” h£
announced.
! “Morgue!” she gasped with
horror.
! “Yes. You’re going to have to
| identify someone. We could have
I brought Mamselle Duval instead,
i but I have another reason lor
I wanting you here.” ■
“But . . . who is it?” Lotus 1
| moistened her lips nervously with
I the tip of her tongue.
“I can’t tell you. Just identify 1
him if you can.” He led her to a
■ desk. A plump, sober-faced man 1
sat behind it, in policeman’s uni- ■
form. <
“Here she is, chief—Miss Kirk- 1
man, from the Case Duval. You
may take off your mask, Rosa.” 1
Lotus began to tremble vio- 1
ilently and only the reassuring i
I pressure of Lawrence’s lean fin-
I gers on her arm steadied her. : i
i The chief took up his position I £
\ beside a long, narrow table on
which a white-sheeted form re
: posed. Quickly, his hand drew
! back the sheet from the figure’s
face. “Do you recognize this I
man?” e
Lotus gasped—the thin, goat- s
eed face was startingly familiar, t
“It’s Jacques, a waiter at the a
Case Duval.”
“You are sure?”
“Yes, there’s no doubt of it. t
I’ve seen him every night for al- ; r
most a month.” k
“When was the last time you '
saw him?” Hl
“Last night. I left the case at v
12 and he was still busy serv- t:
ing the customers. What hap- t:
pened to him?”
“He was murdered.” The chief
studied her closely. “Found his t:
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body in a dory tied to one of the
piers this morning.”
“How horrible!”
Sardonic humor flickered over
his features. “Not too bad. If he
is really Jacques Renault, he has
a record as long as my arm. The
world is better off without him.
I That’s all, Miss Kirkman, you
may go now.”
Moodily, Lotus leaned on the
balustrade of her small balcony
.and stared at the waterfront be
low, the masts and funnels of the
1 ships moored opposite the Case
■ and warehouses.
She watched the long, strong
arm of the crane swing crates
and bales to the dock side. From
blocks away the shouting and
revelry of the crowd moving to
ward Canal Street reached her
but dimly now. Doubtless she
was free to join them, but the ex
perience with Lawrence in the
morgue had dispirited her thor
oughly.
“All a part of the game, my
gril,’ he had said.
Perhaps it was to him. Run
ning down criminals and elimi
nating them from society was his
profession, but she was misera
ble. Even being indirectly respon
sible for the demise of Jacques
Renault, a known crook, was up -
setting. They had never ex
changed more than a few sen
tences, he’d never harmed her
in any way as far as she knew.
When she’d explained this to
Lawrence he’d chuckled dryly.
“You’re not as cold-footed as I
thought.”
Almost without being conscious
of it. Lotus watched a cream
and chromium roadster drive up
to the S. S. Gouzales, discharge
a passenger, then make a sweep
ing turn across the railroad and
come to a swishing stop beneath
her balcony. The driver raised
his arm in gay salute. It was
Stacy Corbin.
“Hello there, Rosa! Come down
and join me.”
Hoping to destroy the despon
dent mood in which the morn
ing’s events had left her, she ac
cepted. Stacy’s smile was infec
tious. his hand squeezed hers
briefly.
“The Gonzales would have to
arrive during the Mardi Gras!”
They drove up beside the gang
way and a man in charge of the
unloading walked up to the- side
of the car. “They’re going to send
it down now, Mr. Corbin.”
“Okay—my truck will be here
in a moment to pick it up.” He
turned to Lotus, “Hold on to
those gorgeous orbs of yours so
they won’t pop out—this ought
to be quite a sight.”
They watched a steel-barred
cage with heavy meshing being
slowly lowered over the side. The
stevedores maneuvered it gently
to a platform from where it
could be loaded onto a truck.
Lotus and Stacy mounted the
steps and stood beside it. Two
small, almond-shaped eyes, glis
tening and yellow, met Lotus and,
she drew back hurriedly. A vile,
fetid stench assailed her nos
trils.
“What are you going to do with
them?” she asked curiously.
“They’re Dad’s, not mine. He
owns an island about fifty miles
from New Orleans and he’s;
stocking a private zoo on it. He
likes everything in pairs, kind of
like old man Noah,” he laugh
ingly explained.
“They’re the second unpleas
ant sight I’ve seen today. From
a morgue to snakes, which is
worse?”
“A morgue?”
“Yes, I had to identify a man.” .
She explained about Jacques |
Renault. As she talked, his blue
eyes studied her anxiously, but,
she had the definite impression.
that he was really not surprised
at the news.
“Too bad,” he commented.
"The little French waiter with
the old-fashioned goatee, eh? I ■
remember him. Do you know who .
killed him?”
“No. They said il was probab- ■
ly a waterfront brawl and it
>vould be almost impossible to |
trace the murderer in carnival!
time.”
“Oh ... I see. Well, too bad.”
Was her imagination playing
tricks on her, or did Stacy Cor-
bin really seem relieved?
An errant breeze caught Stacy’i
Corbin’s fine, pale golden hair
and blew it across his eyes. He
pushed it back, grinning at
Lotus.
“So you don’t like snakes?”
“Most people don’t,” she ges
tured toward the boa, which had
raised its deadly, scaly head and I
seemed to be peering at them
angrily, “and judging from his
expression, snakes don’t like peo
ple.”
(Continued Next Week)
DALE CARNEGIE
SHE SAVED A NATION
H’
ERE is an interesting story
of how one of the most in-
fluential women of the world to
day saved her even more influ
ential husband. She is Madame .
Chiang Kai-shek, China’s first
lady, in the strictest sense.
This dramatic incident oc
curred seven years ago when
China was torn by internal dis
cord. Her husband, Chiang Kai
shek, had been kidnapped by a
group of jealous and antagonis
tic generals, ambitious men who
wanted to get rid of him and
run China themselves.
Chiang Kai-shek was held cap
tive for two weeks; but he re
fused to give in to their demands.
He wouldn’t even eat the food
his kidnapers gave to him, and j
he sternly rebuked his captors,
declaring that he wold make no
compromise. The rebellion during
which Gen. Chiang Kai-shek was
kidnapped began before daylight
on Dec. 12, 1936. He fled to a
nearby mountain, clad only in
his night shirt. He climbed a
high wall, and slipped and fell
30 feet into a ditch and hurt his
back so painfully that he could
hardly walk. Machine guns clat
tered, bullets whistled over his j
head, and bombs burst all around
him.
But he managed to run for|
a distance, then again slipped
and fell, fell into a cave hidden
by thorny bushes. Twice he tried
to get to his feet, and twice fell
down exhausted.
The rebellious soldiers finally*
captured him. when he ordered
them with imperial dignity either
to kill him instantly or to treat
him with the respect that should
be accorded to one in his high
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Chiang Kai-shek had ordered
his wife not to come to see him.
She was warned repeatedly that
if she did, she undoubtedly would
' be killed. But she went and she
1 handed her revolver to her com
j panion ordering him to shoot her
i if the soldiers tried to seize her.
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- persuaded him to eat; and she
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from this book, she read: “A
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i and ten thousand at thy right
hand; but it shall not come nigh
thee.”
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s pers to release her husband, and
pleaded with them lor two days.
And got nowhere. Then she
j stopped pleading and let her j
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1 come to the fore. She talked from
the point of view of the bandits, I
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I 'rrorism. ————
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5. —According to the U. S. constitution, no man under what age
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d) 35.
answers
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2. (a) Properly means the negation of government.
i.— (d) Asia Minor.
4. (a) Evanescent,
5. 35.
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PAGE SEVEN
told them what advantages
would be theirs if her husband
were released. The result: Her
wise reasoning won. They saw
that what she said was common
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