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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 Now You 9 re Married, NowYou'reNotl Easy enough for the court to annul Lily Lou’s marriage— Easy enough for lawyers to cut short her honeymoon with Ken- But young love—sentimental memories— What can the law do about them? Read the challenge to society in By H azel Livingston Author of z/ Secret Studio" and "Forest Love" Immense! Thrilling! This great author’s greatest story—“ Embers of Love” Begins Monday in the WASHINGTON TIMES (Adapted from the original motion picture story of W. D. Burnett with screen play by John L. Mahin, and prodreed by Cosmopolitan Productions. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer soon to be shown here at Loew’s Palace Theater.) 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 (Continued on 2nd Comic Page) Dinner Frock A new partnership is that of brown and beige. A new dinner 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. THE WASHINGTON TIMES THE EXPERT I ' f Illi JjL I h 1 1 Kw l' ,T — — —I w tiTi TMißr/ _< » w ft IMB Wwlf// 1 " JMy . Wl !/ r <— — ' 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 " ■ 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. I f \ « BTX | #?«'■ '? t '- »!< SS-, ? A*X Ist ">”v\ |B.y<Ww' > \ L 9 ■ . H ■ * '** 'j HkWs MMk ' * St K • hL W"' S|k Ik \ Dr. Pierce’s Payngon Tablets— a most marvelous new way to banish old pain—are available at your drug shop. 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Familiarity with the correct method of play for each case as it is encountered means the difference between being an expert in play and being only an average player, or 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. 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