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Show i Vanijhed Men D. H By GtCRCE MARSH feVfeCa U U .. 3RY SO FAR: Six men tra. Caiboucamau trail and tlx I. Later they were report iti. Murder If susperted. ii7, brother of one ol the tlx; we. Mounted Police officers, INSTALLMENT NINETEEN and Blaise, half-breed guide, posing as I surveyors, arrive at Nottaway to lnves- I tlf ate. Isadore, rich fur man, Is thought I to have made a gold strike and alms to . I keep prospectors out. They visit Isadore i at his magnificent home and meet Use, 1 Ills stepdaughter. Flnlay quickly falls In love with her. Later they are attacked y Indians. Escaping they make preparations prep-arations to seise mysterious seaplane thick Is expected to arrive on the lake. Meanwhile Use Joins them for safety. itood on the gravel beach se pointed across the lake stern hills where a dull glow the violet sky. it's a forest flre!" ex-Finiay. ex-Finiay. suppose Wabistan's behind i just what I suppose. ! second day the yellow )f sun glowed dully through of smoke. Leaving Lise in le three men, with Pata-irted Pata-irted in the Peterboro for anded below the post and mish ashore to find Lise's iothes bag, learn what he I return at once, s that, Garry?" iiat overdue plane! Come caught and can't see where r down!" him three shots. Red! He :le and set her down south Sis breeze would only stiff- :. i ee-Enfleld crashed three ard our shots!" He's cir-Vita cir-Vita the rush of a great plane shot past the canoe, a water with a snlash and conscious of the two watching in the doorway. "Jules, this place is doomed! Look at the smoke outside!" out-side!" Isadore, who sat with back to the doorway, sneered: "That's from the back-fire Tete-Blanche started! Felix, Fe-lix, you're yellow! It won't reach us! We'll stop it on the ridge." "I'm going to get out, I tell youl" whined BlondelL "You're drunk!" snarled Isadore. Then, catching the raw terror in Blondell's stare, he wheeled in his chair to meet Finlay's stone-hard face. "Good afternoon, gentlemen!" Isadore sat frozen. "Mounted Police! Po-lice! So this is what you were? Damn me for a fool!" "Okay!" snapped Malone. The police approached the two waiting men. "Keep your hands still, Isadore!" snarled Red. "We've got your plane from the Bay!" Finlay bit off. "That gives us our motive. Didn't want it known in Montreal that plane from the north! Don't blame you! They've been wondering where that dope came from! Well, you're going to hang for those six men!" or as his dulled eyes stared at the sprawled heap on the hearth. Then he slowly nodded as he muttered: "Yes, there he is! There he is! A'voir, good and faithful servant!" With a quick movement his hand shot to the desk drawer, fumbled, then found his mouth before the surprised Finlay seized him. He swallowed twice then sneered into Finlay's face: "No rope for Jules Isadore! I prefer prussic to hemp! Good-night, gentlemen!" "Tie the hands of that lump of flesh in the chair by the name of Blondell and we'll find Blaise. We must work fast or we'll be caught." Finlay hurried to the shore where he found Wabistan at thj boats, with the prisoners and coughing women, their heads swathed in wet cloths. Corinne rushed to him. "Lise!" she cried. "Is she safe?" "Yes, she swam to the island! I'll take you to her!" Garry turned to Red. "Quick! Hop into that ship and see that the pilot taxies her to the island!" In the morning the hum of an engine en-gine drew Garry and Blaise to the shore. "Who can it be, Red? Isadore wasn't expecting another plane." Red ffrinnpd "Nnt that I know Of!" Finlay scratched his head, then turned to Blaise: "I forgot to ask you. What became of Batoche? I asked Wabistan but none of his men had seen him." Blaise slowly traced the white scar across his temple with a thick finger. fin-ger. "Batoche, he come and crawl aroun' to look in front window. Den I reach him!" "Where are your glasses, Red?" His eyes snapping with amusement amuse-ment Malone handed his glasses to his chief. "Blue body! Yellow wings! Why, it's one of ours, Red! It's a police plane! The Mounties are here!" The plane was set down and taxied tax-ied up to the waiting canoe. The cabin door opened and a red-jacketed red-jacketed man with a grizzled moustache mous-tache leaned out and waved. "Hi, Sergeant Finlay! Are you all right?" Garry Finlay thrilled with pride as he replied: "Everything okay, Inspector Haldane!" Shortly Finlav was telline his sto- Isadore shook his head as he met the stab of Finlay's pitiless eyes. "No, Jules Isadore will never hang!" The sound of voices in the rear of the house put the police on their guard. "Watch this door!" warned Malone as he flattened against the wall beside the closed door. The door was swung wide and, covered with char and soot, the panting Tete-Blanche stared into the room. His smudged face flamed as his bloodshot eyes marked Finlay standing stand-ing over the two men. Ignoring the .45, with a lightning movement the half-breed reached behind his back and flung his hand forward with a grunt The knife sang like an arrow past the chest of the dodging Finlay, Fin-lay, who held his fire, and stuck quivering in the wall beyond. "The white-haired boy, at last!" With a roar Red dove from the side at the surprised breed, hurling him headlong into the room. Like a cat Tete-Blanche pained hi fee onH a ahead to disappear into e haze. shook his lifted paddle. ;ot him! Come on! They 1 hunting him from Isa- boat moved up to a pon-ice pon-ice called from the open he cabin fuselage: "That lore? I've been lost two i ting " move a hand!" Red Zome out on the pontoon, in the air!" the what's wrong here!" the astonished pilot. "This nipi, ain't it? Where's Is- out on that pontoon hat's this, a case of high-o high-o are you birds? Where's Sung back from the door ilage: "We're Mounted Po-ou're Po-ou're under arrest!" Gawd!" The pilot's face ntft his hands ry to the inspector and the four men of the rescue party. When he finished, Haldane enthusiastically reached and clapped him on the back. "Do you realize what you've done against what looked like hopeless odds? You two men have broken the biggest ring of opium smugglers the Canadian police have ever had to deal with!" Later, when good-bys had been said, Wabistan sat in the Peterboro loaded with supplies which Finlay had given him. With Mikisis and Patamish, he waved to the climbing climb-ing plane carrying Garry, Lise and Corinne. Followed by the two planes carrying carry-ing Red, Blaise and the prisoners, bound for Matagami to take the depositions of McNab and his head man, the police plane circled into the west For a space in silence Finlay gazed back into the northeast north-east where dim, blue hills marked the Waswanipi valley. Lise watched him curiously as he stiffened, lifted his hand in salute and said: "Good-by, Bob! The Cbibougamau Trail is clear!" THE END closed with the trooper. "Don't move!" bit off Finlay, covering cov-ering Isadore with his .45 as the two fought across the room. The killer was powerful and slippery slip-pery as a snake. Winding his legs around Malone's, they went to the floor with a crash. Fighting with the strength of despair again and again Tete-Blanche wriggled out of the jiu-jitsu grips Red started to put on him. Then the enraged Malone Ma-lone wrenched his right hand free and hunched his fist into Tete-Blanche's Tete-Blanche's jaw. But the panting killer kill-er only snarled and redoubled his efforts ef-forts to break the trooper's hold. By sheer strength the infuriated Mountie pinned his man to the floor, forced back his chin and jammed his thumbs deep into the vital pneu-mo-gastric nerves under the jaw. A shudder ran through the half-breed and he lay helpless from the shock. Malone lifted him, rose, and hurled him headlong into the stone fireplace. fire-place. "There's your killer, Isadore! He'll shoot no more boys from ambush! am-bush! Take him! He's yours!" Isadore's face was drained of col- peered into the freight ent of the plane. "Look, s loaded with cases." vhat in the devil's this announced Garry, opening wrapper of the package in c'these are nothing else kg of opium, worth one nd fifty dollars apiece in tl. . What Isadore gets for d only knows! We've idore's gold, Red! And rike!" ilue : eyes bulged as he the opium brick in Fin-d Fin-d "Well, I'll be ham-'aking ham-'aking a gold strike on to cover his smuggling a ship on the Bay. That a heap!" more. We've solved by he most baffling case of muggling in the history iminion police. They've chlng the seaports for this stuff. It was sent pe by a schooner to Hud-V Hud-V flown here and then l't you realize that this itation and promotion for face sobered with mock ifou will remember, Con-one, Con-one, that we have suspect-om suspect-om the day we reached and have hung on by for, the sole purpose of this shipment and break-ring break-ring of smugglers." ars left eye I will! We've Isadore for murder and But chief, Mrs. Thistle 11 never know that her husband isn't as clever the plane, they groped Into a cove and anchored shift buoys. At the camp iland Wabistan was wait- alnd holds, the fire will ore's," said Finlay. s face wore the innocent :hild. "Yes, Isadore will that fire, chief!" expression spread over i features of the old man. is head in dissent eyes twinkled. "Whoev- chief, was a personal nine. The fire will take dare's men into the bush, give us our chance. Now, it id Red, wearing service itsiand Stetson hats, hur-liaise hur-liaise to the living quar-stood quar-stood in the doorway of Iving room. At a table :ood bottles and glasses, :a arguing with voices a prolonged drinking. ?ot to get out of here, !" A large man with a rtute from indoor living, s fist on the table, ua- |