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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 21

Mason City, Iowa
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Thursday, February 1, 1934
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THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 1, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY ONTHS W/»CV -TO THE CLUB UUNCHEOM MRls PIOEFB SADWEUl. A SNOW SUI DE - SMILB RKAn TIUS FIRST: Ff«een j-«ars Itfifore *ho ,«tory opens Etlsa- beth Jlorntvlni a beautiful singer, la mybtert- ously murdered at a chateau In Vnlnlc. Among those prwent Is Marqule Jean a'Erle- mont, society favorite. As t h o stars opens Chief Inspector Gorgeret, who had worked on too Vnlnle mystery years belorc, se«ks to arrest an attractive, girl whom they believe to be Blond Clara, frlnnil of Big Paul, fUEt- Uve crook. They fall when one Monileur Kaouli who proves to be- Arsene Lnpln, Ken- llcman burslar, gives them a false tin after the. Rlrl calls at bis apartmeat by mistake. She meels the MftrauU d'Erlcmont through a note from her (lead mother, one of his forgotten sireethearts. Her namn Is Anlonine. Seeklne to help the marqals recover his lost Inheritance, by his own devices, Bnoul confronts the- Klrl who resembles Antonlnu In marquis' apartment and later hejp* her to escape from Big Paul whom she fears. Kaoul flnas that BlE Paul Is Valthex, relative of Elisabeth Horaaln, who he knot's Is "bleedlnK" the. marquis for money as a rc- iralt of the lattej's old at/air wltli the mor- dered alnger. As tho ancient Volulc chateau 3oes np for auction, the marqals, there with Antonlne, IB revealed as the owner. Raoul outbids nil others and buys tho chateau, later promlslne the marquis to brlnjc him, wlOiln 25 days, his Inheritance- aa well ajt (o »olvo tho Volnlc mysleir. Baoul tips Dclec- Uve GorEeret on how to arrest BlR Paul but Ihe ,-tter evades a police raid. IWouI and Gorceret aro nn;v loohlnir /cr Wm at tile Blue Casino nlsht clnb. Bis Paul U Inlense- ly Interested In "Tile Masked Dancer," r Sir! rescmbUr.* Antonlne. As Gor.xcret nt iemptff to nrrcst BlR Taut, Raoiil picks tip ""the. girl, who has Jnlnled. and walks out of iho nlsht club with her. Tho spectators view It as part of tho show and applaud vfurmly. Kniul drives her to his villa. The dancer refuses to relate much of her past to Raoul except to tell him of Paul's Influence over her. By the newspapers they read that Gor- Iteret again failed to capture BlR Tanl. The zlrl beconies more mysterious than ever to VRaon! and finally Mks Wm not *o con her ^"Ari ,nlne» r brit »'olsra." Fearlnir both Hlg ?rul and. th* police, both remain close to *he villa. (NOW CO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER 32. Raoul waa right in supposing that the house on the Qua! Voltaire would be watched hy the police. But they only did so in a desultory manner, occasionally and at irregular intervals, and this accounted for ·Raoul's apprehensions not having heen fulfilled as yet. The weak point about the police supervision was that Gorgeret made the bad mistake of not looking after it personally; he left everything to his subordinates, and allowed them far too much license in the execution of his instructions. This was the reason that the frequent visits of Courville and the beautiful blond had so far passed unnoticed. Gorgeret, too, was being double-crossed by the concierge, who had been bribed by Raoul through the faithful Courville, and also by Valthex through one o£ hia confederates. This meant that Gorgeret'a information from the concierge was liable to be vague and confused. Valthex kept a far closer watch on the house. For -the last three days, a man like an artist, with long gray hair and a black hat, had come stooping along carrying paint- box, easel and stool and taken up his stand each morning at 10 on the opposite pavement, 50 yards from the marquia' abode. He proceeded to daub paintg on his canvas, the picture being a supposed representation of the Seine with the outline of the Louvre. The artist was Big Paul. He was also Valthex. The police never thought of taking any special notice of this rather odd looking artist, whose attire seemec to attract quite a lot of attention from the passing public. The artist always departed a about half past five, and this was the main reason why he had never encountered tha beautiful blond who arrived on the scene later in the day. And that was what he found ou that very day, which was the day after Raoul's visit to the house. H had just looked at his watch and was laying on a last coat of paint when someone spoke in his ear. "Don't move. It's me, Sosthecie.' Three or four people were roum them, then these wandered off am" their place waa taken by others. Sosthene, who looked like an ama cur fisherman, spoke low so as not o be heard by anyone but Valthex. [e looked closely at the picture on he easel, examining it with the air f a connoisseur. Then he spoke gain: "Have you seen the afternoon pa- iers?" "No." "They've been questioning the Arab again. You were right: He gave you away and told them you vould be at the Blue Casino. But hey can't get anything more out of him and he refuses to turn against you. He hasn't even mentioned the names of Valthex or Raoul, nor said a word about the girl. So that's all ight." Sosthene stood up, examining the jicture from another angle, scanning the river, then leaned forward again looking at the painting hroiig-h his glasses while he con- inued his report. "The marquis returns from Switzerland the day after tomorrow. That's what the girl who came yes- :erday told the concierge, so that she could let the servants know. Which shows that the girl and the marquis are working together. It's '.mpocsible to find out where she ives. Courville again removed some Turniture from, the first floor, I know it was him. all right, and that, shows that he's Rao_ul's.,jacka], and that Raoul is also interested in this place." Not missing a word of what Soa- Jieue said, the painter would raise iis brush from time to time as though taking measurements. Hia confederate doubtless understood the signal, for he glanced in the direction indicated by the brusa, and saw a shabbily dressed old man poring over the bookstalls on the Quai. The old man, as he turned round, displayed a white beard, of such fineness and squareness as to make him unmistakable. Sosthene murmured: "I know, It's Courville. Shall I shadow him? Meet me tonight at the same place as yesterday." Moving: away from the painter, he walked slowly towards Courville. The latter took a few more turns up and down, doubtless with the idea of shaking off possible followers, but since his mind was certainly on something else, he never noticed either Big Paul or Sosthene, and proceeded to Auteuil shadowed by the respectable looking gentleman dressed for fishing. Big Paul sat at hia easel for another hour. But there was no sign o£ Clara that evening. Instead, Gor- geret appeared on the horizon, and the artist quickly gathered up his traps and was off. The gang met that evening at the Petit Bistro, a Montmartre bar which had been favored by them since the raid at the Ecrevisscs Bar. Here they were Joined by Sosthene. "I've got it this time," he announced. "They're living in a villa at Auteuil--27 Avenue du Maroc. I saw Courville ring at the garden gate. It opened automatically. At about a quarter to eight I saw the girl return, and the same thing happened--she rang, and the gate was opened from inside the house." "And did you see--him?" "No, but there's no doubt at all he lives there." Big Paul remained' thoughtful for a moment, then said: "All the same, before going any further, I must make sure .. . Bring round the car tomorrow morning at 10, and I swear that if what you say is true, Clara won't get away this time. I've had quite enough from her!" Next morning a taxi drew up ont- side the fiat where Big Paul had his temporary abode. He got in Sosthene sprawled at the wheel, fat and florid under his straw hat. He was a skillful chauffeur, and it took them NWSTKi'T ·SfW ^*S6. CfXWT GET ·61OE VNE C.f\M GET OPF TUE TROCK.. Ci-V.OA '* -my? One Chance Left By Les Forgrave = Copyright, 3984, by Central Presa Association, Inc. , - . _ WVF 2. 4eft«5 -- PsNO~THE High Pressure Pete P\NO -pco -sueo -- .*r voe^.*. ~~ 5T 'Voo voOf^ cooffte. TO ser NO KVOOlfife! Ahoy! Admiral Byrd! George Swan STREET, HUR.P-W .MQMK.1 GOT MOUft ueGKANV To MEer^ooiMC'... Will Frank i Make It? By Burt L. Standish SWELL! BUT x . YOU'LJU AWAY FRbA\TWE. OF TWE CITY " 1(4 TAIS Muggs McGinais The Wrong Vehicle By Wally Bishop Copyright, 1934, by Central Preea AuoclaUoi), Inc. PWILOL' PAU. HOW COME WAST IN ' THE MOONLIGKTV ETTA PUT Noun. EMENIMGS UNDEIZ A LOH3 STORM GreeTA STM2--SHE WANTS TO SPEND HEIS VACATIQM Htrz. vjortrc HAr csoME STALE so SHE- -THOUGHT A -THE Ol-O HOME WOULD DO HEP.GOOD-- BurSHE -- SO NO ONE MUST" KNOW V4HO SHE. Burn- SOME GUM'S -TALMM BUSINESS SOME THING Company Coining By Paul Robinson NEED MONEY! PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, nntos, personal property or anything of valno to persons who have steuily emploj-ment. LOANS UP TO S300 Tay hack in monthly Installments. LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Ot Mason City t-fond Floor Hlil(r. fhono 22-1 only a few minutes to reach Auteuil. THE TUTTS The Avenue de Maroc was a broad 1 thoroughfare, bordered by young trees and had been cut through the old gardens and houses that ha] lately been sold up. Raoul's villa was all that was left of one o£ these erstwhile estates. The car drew up further on, Big Paul, completely hidden inside the taxi, looked through the little pane of glass In the back and could see the villa, 30 yards away, with both the first floor windows wide open. Sosthene sat reading his paper at the wheel. From time to time they exchanged a remark. Big Paul was growing impatient. "Blast them! The place looks deserted. There's been no sign of life for over an hour." "Give 'em time," counselled the fat chauffeur.. Another 20 minutes passed, and 11 o'clock struck. "Ah, there she is," hissed Big Paul his face flattened against the glass. "And there's the man . . . the swine!" For Raoul and Clara had just appeared at one of the windows. They were leaning over the little balcony. Big Paul could see them distinctly, standing close together, with happy, smiling faces. Clara's golden hair shone in the sun. "Let's get away from here!" said Big Paul, his face distorted with rage. "It makes me sick to look at them . . . That girl's signed her own death warrant." (TO BE CONTINUED) You can't tell. If she doesn't keep pulling her skirt over her knees, it may be either poise or vanity.--Midwest Review. By YOUNG Ci-ARr\ -TOLD MO^ i5HE KNOWf A TlTLE AWP MOM HAS BEEM A YoUMC- ttAM WHO HAS CRA7.Y To MEEf HIM BRICK BRADFORD » mi. i'in BENEATH n!E BE4 By William Ritt and Clarence PAULLU/ TO THE DUMGEOM WITH THIS SPY-' QUICKLY/ GATHERS-THEY WILL TEAR QUICKLY, WHITE MAN-GO VJ)UIWGLVoa.YDU ' ^ 51AY THE K\ [ H O L D BACK.'/

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