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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 19

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THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE! THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY °(OH,VOU THINK YOU HAVE 0 A HEAPACHE? HOW ABOUT O o ME?-HER.E VJE^ ARE . ALREADY TO 50TD PKESS O ,, f IN TEN MINUTES ANO V ORop THE FRONT PA.SE lR38»«r:o v o DO TODAVS ISSUE OF "DAE \WEEKl_V CLARION WIUU. BE VJITH NEXT THURSDAYS A'S RHSUV.T O UDSIMC* HALF OF TH HEADLINE TYPE SMILES CHAPTER 28 Towards morning, Raoul fell into a troubled doze. At eight, he sprang from Sad, as though urged by something- to immediate action. But what should he do? He rang the bell, and his servant came in, "Is there any news?" he asked. "Has inadome returned?" "No news at all," replied the man. "But I think Monsieur CourvUle wants to speak to you." At that moment, Courville appeared. "Well . . . any news of her?" "None." "You're lying! I know you are!" cried Raoul, taking Courville by his venerable beard. "Yes, you may well look ashamed. Tell me, quickly, what is it? Speak, can't you? I'm rot afraid to hear the truth." Courville drew a newspaper from his capacious pocket. Raoul unfolded it, and swore as he read the heavy headlines on the front page: BIG PAULi MURDERED! Dead Man's Former Confederate Arrested. Chief Inspector Gorgeret arrested the girl inown to the police as Blond Clara outside the house on the Quai Voltaire where Big Paul was found stabbed last night. The \ police are convinced that she is guilty, with her new associate, a , man known- Jis Raoul, who carried her off when she danced at the opening of the Blue Casino club . Raoul is still at large, but the police hope to make an arrest shortly. * w * For once, Gorgeret's luck was in. When Big Paul's telegram was handed in, at headquarters, he was keeping his usual watch on the Quai Voltaire at the time when he expected the blond girl to call. There- lore he was on the spot to answer the concierge's cries of alarm from the window of Raoul's flat. Ho rushed up, and in. Then he stopped suddenly short. Nor was it the sight of Big Paul lying there in his agony that disturbed the detective. But he had caught sight of the diabolical armchair facing the w'nclows, thanks to which Raoul had so grievously duped him. "Wait!" he cried to the two men with him. Then slowly and with infinite precaution, revolver in hand, he crept up to the chair. He Intended to fire at the slightest movement from its depths. His men looked on in astonishment. When Gorgeret found the chair empty, he turned, and remarked complacently: "Always go carefully, and you won't be taken off your guard!" Then, and only then, lie turned his attention to the inert body on the floor. "The heart's still beating faintly . . . but he won't last long. Get a doctor at once . . . there's one next door." He telephoned to headquarters, asking for instructions and adding that he did not think the wounded man would stand being moved. Anyhow, they would need an ambulance. Ho also telephoned the superintendent, and began questioning the concierge. It was her replies and the information she volunteered that made Gorgeret certain that Blond Clara and Raoul were guilty. The mere thought agitated him greatly. When the doctor arrived, he spoke quickly and almost incoherently. "It's too late . . . he's dead. But do what you can--Big Paul alive would mean a lot to the police and to me in particular . . and It would mean something for you, too, doctor." Then something happened to bring his agitation to the boll. His chief subordinate, Flamant, rushed in, crying: "I've got Clara!" 'What's that ? What . did you say?" "I've got Blond Clara--I've caught her. I found 'her wandering about on the Quai." "What have you done with her?" "She's locked in the concierge's lodge." Gorgeret raced downstairs, grabbed hold of Clara, and rushed her up to Raoul's flat, propelling her roughly in front of him. He thrust her with brutal violence in front of the divan on to which they lifted Big Paul. 'Look at that, that's your foul work . . ." She recoiled in horror. Gorgeret forced her down on her knees and ordered Flamant to search her. "Search her! She must have the knife on her . . . Got you, this time, my lady . . - and your accomplice, Mr. Smarty Raoul . . . So you thought you could get away with murder, did you ? " The knife waa not to be found, which increased Gorgeret's rage. He searched Clara himself. The terrified girl struggled with him, broke down, and fainted. Gorgcret, driven by his fury, was pitiless. He seized her in his arms, and said: "You atop here, Flamant. The ambulance should be here by now I'll send it back for you and Big Paul in 10 minutes . . . Ah, here's the superintendent," as a new ar rival stepped Into the room. "I'm Inspector Gorgeret. My colleague Flamant, will give you all the details. You'll have to arreat a man called Raoul, this woman's confederate, and the instigator of the crime. I'm taking her along with me." The ambulance had arrived, and three other inspectors had come by taxi. He sent them up to Flamant then, placing Clara on the cushions of the ambulance, took her along to the department of criminal investigation. Clara, still in a dead faint was thrust into a small cell-like room furnished with a camp bed and two chairs. Gorgeret wasted quite two or three hours waiting for her to come round so that he could begin the cross-examination over which gloated in anticipation. AEt.er a hasty snack, he wanted to begin at once, but the nurse in charge refused to let him come near her patient, saying the girl was in no state to stand being questioned So Gorgeret went back to the Quai Voltaire, but heard nothing fresh there. Jean d'Erlemont, whose address no one knew, was due to re turn home the day after the next. At nine that evening, he was al lowed to go to Clara's bedside. Bu' his hopes were dashed. She refusec to say a word. Although he plied her with questions, giving his own reconstruction o£ the tragedy, load ing her with accusations, accusing Raoul, swearing the police were about to arrest him, nothing cpult break her obstinate silence. She did not even weep. Her countenance was stony, a mask for her thoughts And the next morning and all the next afternoon, it was the same Clara would not speak. An exam ining magistrate was appointed and the next day fixed for his firat in terrogatlon. When told this, sh spoke to Gorgeret for the first time declaring her innocence, and pro testing that she did not know B! Paul and understood nothing at al about anything. She declared tha she was certain to be released be fore they brought her before th examining: magistrate. Could it mean that she wa counting on the all-powerful inter cession of Raoul? Gorgeret fel most uneasy, and ordered the guar to be doubled. Two policemen wer on constant duty before the doo of Clara's room while Gorgere '·S GONE.TVUS TIME A\-V- OF OA^OOV'5 POOR. OA.O. TUE. t-AOOSTWNiS. YOO'LV- BE . QOT t By Les Forgrave CopyriuM, 1934^ h'y Central Press AMmciaihin. hie, High Pressure Pete Blabbermouth Pete George Swan f ITS N SUM. CHANCE Frank Merriwell at Yale / -CUES' WON'T SEB I ME. BlTT IT'S .X 4 -toML^ OWE'. 7 IP JUST t ClVM ? WJLP ONTO TMiS V pKMio Pipe UONG ENOU05K! . OF SIGHT....i COMING i MMTlteSS HEGE TD ESCAPE FtJQvv MCWIi A.HC7 A ND [NTO A COUR.T. OWE / STORES' By Burl L. Staudish Muggs McGinnis CAU.TWAT A PMR O' By Wally Bishop CopyrnrhL 1034, hy Central Prosi Association. Inc. i oiDNf -rkn- EflA ferr HE I , REAL PEASON FOTt- COM (MS BACK: TO HE OLD HOME -Tovorj-- . -THEBES FWLS HOMC- HE DOES Sjf KNOW KME tou'u_nuOHiM IM TfiE GArZAGE- TINKERWG OK HIS OLD CAR-TH ATS HELLO PHIL, HOME CHANGEDMV NAME' AND THKT- , vrHASMi" CHANGED I'M NOVJ A MOVIli ^tArc -- I'LU --HE'LL A Bir-- I VJONDEft. fS CH ftNGEo -- I'M JU7T TAKING fr VACAflON fO GEf AW AM HOLlNVvJOQD MOST OF HIS TIME. SHE . WONt HURT HEtfc. NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or anything of value to persons \vho have steady employment. LOANS UP TO SSOO Fay back In monthly installments. LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Ot Mnson City Floor \\~K\r Plionu 22-1 Hot on His Trail By Paul Robinson went to dine. At 10 he said he would come back and make a final attempt to question her. He felt sure that, worn out as she was, Clara would never be able to stand up against the third degree through which he proposed putting her. She would give in at last. 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