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"THE BEAST OF THE CITY"
How a Menacing Specter
Terrorized a Big City
CHAPTER XXIV
Daisy Beaumont had been a
resourceful girl all her life. Little
education—but lots of experi
ence. In her case there was
that psychological difference be
tween brilliance and intelligence,
so often differentiated by those
who have made a study of the
mental processes of the animal
called man...
Daisy had had many loves.
Like many women she had
learned things of those she
loved...she had once been in
fatuated with a Russian dancer
and had a smattering of the
ballet...she had once cared for
a poet and she had learned
something of iambics and penta
meters, but had not remembered
it...she had once loved a boot
legger and she learned that rye
was made from alcohol and
burnt sugar, gin from juniper
and alcohol, and that Scotch
got its smoky flavor from creo
sote... and she had been a tele
phone operator and a loving
lineman had shown her how a
wire was tapped...
In the little 12x14 room where
she and Mickey had been tossed.
Daisy had explored every nook
and comer. She knew that her
own life was in danger, she knew
that little Mickey, who proudly
declared that his father could
“lick any man in the world,”
was in jeopardy, and she sought
some means of escape. It was
in her search that Daisy uncov
ered what she knew to be a wire
tapper’s outfit...ln Belmonte’s
place one might find almost any
thing...
She not only discovered this,
but she discovered that the
telephone was located just on
the other side of the wall of the
room in which she and Mickey
were confined. This wire-tap
per’s outfit consisted of what
was known as the “bug”—
merely a receiving set with two
wires. At the ends of these
wires were two little crayfish
pinchers, which bit through the
Insulation and formed the con
nection. . . . And the wires were
exposed on her side. . . . Daisy
had not been in the closet with
Mickey more than an hour be
fore she discovered the “bug.”
A Frantic Call
She could hear, by pressing
her ear to the wall, when they
were using the telephone. And
the telephone was being used
plenty. But during a lull she
connected the “bug” and called
the Morris Hotel.
Ed, anxious and excited, lis
tened to her.
“I’m at Belmonte’s Lodge, near
Cannondale,” she said, and she
told him exactly how to get
there. “They’ve got Mickey here
and the whole mob’s armed.
Don’t tip off your brother, be
cause you’ve got to crash in the
way I tell you. There's a back
road —if you come in the en
trance they’ll get the signal
from the lighthouse. Bel
monte’s here now an’ all the
rest o’ the mob. Hurry, sweet
heart, I love you, and I need
you ’’
Ed did not call from the
hotel. Instead he went to the
corner. When he got head
quarters he asked for Lieut.
Tom Deegan.
"Hello, Tom,” he said, “This
Is Ed—yes, yes—never mind.
I’ve located Mickey. . . . For
God’s sake, don’t tell Jim.
We’ll call him just before we
get there. We’ve got to do this
thing right. . . . I’ve got the
low down . . . can you get 10
fightin’ men who can keep their
mouths shut? . . . Okay, bring
me a gun and pick me up at
Clark and Devoe. I’ll be on the
corner ”
He didn’t wait more than 20
minutes, pacing up and down
in front of the place. A lone
car, with only Tom in it, came
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at last. Tom got out leisurely,
walked over to the show win
dow, looked in a minute and
then sidled up to Ed and said
out of the comer of his mouth:
“Just around the corner, Ed.”
He inspected the window some
more and then walked back to
his car and drove off. Ed
walked around the comer and
found four cars lined up. Marty
Slattery waved to him.
A Friendly Act
“In here, Ed,” he called. Ed
crawled in. Marty reached over,
grasped his hand with a friendly
pressure and then pressed a
service gun in his side. Ed took
it quickly, stuffed it in his hip
pocket and then choked:
“Thanks, Marty.” He turned
around and looked at the
others. 4
“Hello, Steev—Hello, Mike —
Hello. Rod!” he called.
“Where to, Ed? Tom’s in
back—he’s got three others
with him. We’ve got plenty of
stuff—tear-bombs — submachine
guns—and 15 fightin’ men ’’
“Straight out Dunhill Road,”
said Ed, sinking back. He felt
like an outcast. Marty waved
an arm outside, and the car
lurched ahead. On and on
they went, Ed grunting out a
direction now and then. Hardly
a word was spoken. Behind, the
headlights of the other five
cars lit the road up like the
midday sun.
When they got to Borough
ville. Ed straightened up.
“Wait a minute, Marty,” he
said, “I want to talk to Tom."
Marty’s hand went out once
mofe and he pulled to the side
of the road. The other cars
lined up behind. Ed crawled
out.
“Tom’s in the last car,” said
Marty. Ed started back. As
he passed each car he heard
the words. “Hello, Ed.” and he
raised his hand. He would
have preferred it if they had
said nothing. When he got to
Tom’s car, he said:
“Better call Jim. Tom—the
fight’ll be over by the time he
gets there.” Tom grunted and
slid out of the car. Ed walked
beside him. “Don’ say any
thing about me.” he hoarsed.
Tom nodded. He went into a
little restaurant and in five
minutes he was back. Ed had
waited at the side of the road.
“Okay.” said Tom. Ed nod
ded and ran up to the first car.
At Jar nonale Ed g ve the
directions, just as Daisy had
told him. They had to leave
the cars at the outskirts of
Belmonte’s domains. The de
tectives stood in a little grim
group.
“You lead the way, Ed,” said
Tom.
“But—Tom—l’m not on the
force,” stammered Ed.
"This is a private j 0.,” said
Tom. “Go ahead!”
Ed shrugged. Somehow he
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Dinner Frock
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frock has a slip of brown taf
feta over which is posed a
bodice in brown lace and a skirt
in biege lace. The neckline is
outlined with brown leaves and
the wide lace belt has rose and
beige roses.
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One scientist M. D. who enjoys his work. Who never wearies of
compiling statistics, who finds them contrary to dry and dull, blazing
with color-interest as a rainbow! He never tires of his patients—and
of listening to their symptoms; of watching their temperautre go up
Your Health
And Diet
By Logan Clendening, M. D.
To see a child in a severe
paroxysm of whooping cough
makes your whole nature want
to help. And when observed
the characteristic phenomena
of the disease —the whooping
and the vomiting—are easily
understood.
The child usually is warned
of the approach of the attack
by a tickling in the throat or
sense of suffocation. It runs to
the nurse or mother, or catches
hold of the wall or an article
of furniture. The coughing is
loud and severe and unproduc
tive. The constriction of the
chest from this effort becomes
extreme.
Immediate aid by the mother
or attendant will do much to
aid the child during a cough
ing spell. The doctor reme
dies do a great deal, but help
on the ground at tl.e time is
Imperative. There are three
things the mother can do.
First, -give the child some
thing to cough against. An ab
dominal binder is for this rea
son excellent. When a par
cxysm impends the child will
run to the mother or nurse;
she should assist by putting her
arms around the child and
compressing the abdomen.
A glass of warm bicarbonate
of soda solution should be at
hand so the attendant can
moisten the finger or a cloth
and putting it in the child’s
mouth, help to dislodge the te
nacious mucus from the back
of the throat.
Second, diet- Too much at
tention cannot be expended on
diet in whooping cough. The
vomiting may be excessive with
resulting weakness and emacia
tion. Small meals are best.
Soft, concentrated, nourishing
food is called for. Such articles
as fruit or cake and crackers,
which are liable to break up
into dry crumbs, may cause par
ticles to lodge in the glottis and
initiate a paroxysm.
Third, inhalations. One of
the best, if not the best, is a
burning eucalyptus cone. The
fumes from this are breathed
in by the child-
Evening Frocks
Shoulders are high when it
comes to the evening frock.
An evening gown of white satin
cut on long, slim lines has the
shoulder straps heightened by
rows of red gardenias worked
very high.
♦ ♦ *
Even in the spring there are
fur coats worn, albeit light furs
of course. Smart for the early
spring days is a coat of thin
gray kid with trimmings of
gray Persian lamb. There are
distended pockets and the gray
leather belt is trimmed with
blue wooden beads.
"THE HIGH SPEED GIRL"
By May Christie
“I’m not tight, I tell you,
sir!” protested “Vulcan” ve
hemently. "I’m cold sober!”
“What! You dare to stand
there and bluff it out! You
dare to refute the evidence of
that bottle?”
“What the hell’s that to do
with you?”
The owner of the damaged
property was furiously indig
nant.
“You’ll find out just how
much after a night in the
cells!” As “Vulcan” stepped out
of the car, he was trembling
with anger.
With great presence of mind,
Laurel stooped down and seized
the incriminating bottle. She
thrust it—unnoticed at the mo
ment—into the deep, inner
pocket of her raccoon coat.
Then she. too, got out.
The car had come to rest in
a great bed of asters. They
lay there in the moonlight,
crushed under the wheels, those
lovely flowers. They stared up
at her with reproachful faces.
And behind was a long, des
perate trail of ruin. Two
young trees down! At least 20
smashed rose bushes!
This was a nice mix-up!
She tried to placate the owner
of the garden.
But he wouldn’t listen to
anybody’s excuses.
“It’s time the law stepped
in. There’s too much going on
at those roadhouses!”
He telephoned for the police.
She would have to make the
best of it . . .
But how?
They’d have to spend a night
in the cells, she and this
idiotic "Vulcan!”
Dad took the local paper,
and the news would be in the
sheets tomorrow morning!
What of Connie?
That would be good reading
for all the spiteful cats at the
country club —and what of Con
nie?
Connie would only care inso
far as it affected HERSELF!
But what of Bruce Harvey?
It wouldn’t put her stock up
any higher with him . . .
this mad escapade.
Ought she to run away?
But that would hardly be
playing fair by poor, stupid
“Vulcan” . . .
And all HE could think of
now was of his WIFE! He
couldn’t meet her train! WHAT
would she say? And think of
him?
Well, this was all one got for
making whoopie with a mar
ried man . . .!
They were in the hall of the
home by now. The irascible
owner was at the telephone.
And an English butler, im
passive in feature and yet ex
pressing scorn, stood like a
watch dog over them.
If only that idiotic fool
would stop babbling about his
WIFE! x
“If you’re so crazy about her,
TAe ATaftonal Daily
why did you take me out at
all? Why did you haul me
into this mess?” hissed Laurel.
The mumbled answer was un
intelligible.
“jßetter pull yourself together
before the police arrive, or that
charge of ‘Drunk and disor
derly will certainly go through,’
went on Laurel, sotto voce.
The one important thing was
get rid of that BOTTLE!
The butler eyed her like a
hawk. God! if her brains would
but act! If she hadn’t had those
cocktails!
Now Laurel knew that “acci
dents”—to the perpetrators—
went hard if it could be claimed
that there was LIQUOR in the
question.
The Girl’s Ruse.
A ruse came to her mind.
“I feel a little faint. Would
you mind opening the front
door?” she asked the butler.
He hesitated. He was sus
picious of the young lady—
pretty as she was.
But she did look rather sickly
at this moment.
Gingerly he walked past her
and opened the door a few
inches.
Then he returned. She edged
herself nearer and nearer the
opening.
Then—just at the moment
when the owner of the house
hung up the telephone and
Advice to the Lovelorn
She’s a Puzzle to Him ♦
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am in love with a girl, but
I can’t determine her feelings
toward me. I have known her
since my high school days, but
I never called on her or made
any dates with her until about
two years ago. In that time I
have seen her quite frequently
and learned to care a great deal
for her. I have never told her
of my feelings toward her or
tried to kiss her for fear she
would think T was looking for
petting, and I know from her
remarks that she will not tol
erate such stuff.
I have tried going with ether
girls iiT the hope that my feel
ing might prove to be a case of
infatuation, but such is not the
case. I find myself wishing that
the girl I happen to be with at
the moment was the one of
whom I am writing. She must
think a little about me, for she
has never refused me a date yet.
I should be very grateful if you
could give me some advice
through your column.
PUZZLED.
You seem to stand quite in
awe of this friend and I would
advise you to face about and
take the initiative; don’t be
afraid to show your devotion,
even to tell her of it. After
all it would be best for you to
know it at once if the girl
doesn’t care for you. Some
girls are so proud they would
The Spine-Tingling Thrill
Story of 1932
like a rocket, or climb slowly and evenly by the hour. He knows—
with Shakespeare—that they do not die of it! And that just the
opposite to the ordinary Doctor’s patients, they will enjoy themselves
immensely while the attack runs its course.
By Beatrice Fairfax
SATURDAY—FEBRUARY 6—19;
Drawn By Nell Brinkley
turned to speak to his servant —
she slid through the aperture.
With a quick, deft movement
in the moonlight, she opened her
coat and snatched at that in
criminating bottle.
Shove it in the thick ivy that
twined all over the front of the
house. . . .
The roots were thick there —
python-like.
The butler was after her like
a flash—but she had got rid of
the bottle!
* * *
Laurel slipped a “pep-o-mint”
between her lips as she re
entered the house.
If only she could slip poor
"Vulcan” one. There must be
liquor on his breath. And the
police had noses like blood
hounds!
The guardians of law and or
der arrived.
In a Ford car of andient vint
age.
Such a contrast to Vulcan’s
Hispano Suiza!
That was stuck so deep in
the soft soil of the aster bed
that it would take Hercules to
budge it , . .
Laurel and her companion, the
owner of the house and the po
lice drove off.
A nice ending to a beastly
day!
But—as she’s once told Imo
(Continued on 2nd Comic Page)
rather die than let a man
think they were in love with
him before he made the first
sign.
In your case, the girl seems
to enjoy your company, and as
long as she gives you all the
dates you ask for, you have
every reason to hope.
His Family Is Socialistic.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I have been going with a boy
over two years and he has been
very nice to me, says he loves
me dearly. My folks are op
posed to our marriage. They
say we are not of the same
class.
He is from a very Socialistic
family in a small town, while
I am only a country girl, yet
my people are very respectable.
We both have only a high
school education. He is 21 and
I am two years younger. He
has told me that he wants a
wife from the country. His
father and mother are nice to
me when I see them.
Miss Fairfax please tell me
if you think I would be nappy.
TROUBLED.
If you have known this young
man for two years and feel
that you, have the same inter
ests, love the same things, and
have about the same education,
I can not believe that the fact
of his parents’ leaning toward
Socialistic ideals need matter
to you or your family.
ByJACKLAIT
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The Rhyming
Optimist
By Aline Michaelis
CITY STREETS
Here in these thoroughfares
thunder
Footsteps by night and by
day;
These are the highways of
wonder
Echoing laughter , and play,
Echoing purpose unceasing,
Echoing dreams without end;
Footsteps, oncoming, increasing,
Footsteps of foe and of friend.
Here, through the veins of the
city
Runs the rich river of life;
Men led by justice and pity,
Men lured by avarice, strife.
Here go the crook and the
schemer;
Here pass the wanton, the
liar.
Close by their side treads the
dreamer,
Ouided by truth’s beacon fire.
Here in these thoroughfares
thunder
Footsteps, unquiet always;
These are the highways of
wonder,
Threading an infinite maze.
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Contract
Bridge
By E. V. Shepard
Below is Problem No. 4, and
its solution.
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A 9-4
♦ A-7-8
Diamonds are trumps. Y is
to lead. How many tricks can
Y-Z win against the best play
of A-B?
A situation such as is shown
above frequently arises near the
end of a game. Usually there
is only one way in which the
maximum number of tricks can
be won. Familiarity with the
correct method of play for each
case as it is encountered means
the difference between being
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worse. Doubtless A had shown
out of trumps before the pres
ent situation arose, so that the
declarer knows that B holds the
9-5 of trumps. Certainly Z
knows that dummy holds two
top clubs and that the K of
spades is worth a trick. Z has
only to carefully plan his play
to win all five of the remaining
tricks.
A moment’s thought will con
vince Z that the duffer's
method of playing off two win
ning cards from dummy, and
then trumping the third trick,
will cause Z to lead trumps
up to B, so that a diamond
trick must be lost to the adver
sary. The grand coup must be
employed. This consists of
shortening trumps, so that Z
will hold no more trumps than
B. Then the third lead com
ing through B will oblige B to
play a trump before Z, enabling
the latter to pick up the ad
verse trumps without loss of a
trick.
The solution of the problem
lies in playing the hand as fol
lows: Lead one of Y’s top clubs.
Discard thereon one spade from
Z’s hand. Lead Y’s second
good club. Z must trump, in
order to shorten his diamonds,
so that he can pick up both
of B’s trumps later on. Z must
lead his last spade, winning
with the K. Lead a spade
from dummy. B must trump
and Z will pick up ooth of B’s
diamonds.
Problem 5
Hearts are trumps. Y is to
lead. How many tricks can
Y-Z win against the best de
fense of A-B? The solution will
appear next week.
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(Copyright, 1932. Kin< Feature*
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