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Show The Fiction RANDY'S GIRL Corner nice to me, then I had to run away to keep him from from " "What's his name?" said Randy hoarsely. "Lancey. Tom Lancey. He's at the Seaside. He called and said " "We'll go down and have a talk with him," Randy snapped. "Randy! I can't! I " "You're coming too!" She didn't understand Randy's attitude, at-titude, but she trusted him. They went to the Seaside. Inside the door Pamela stopped. "There he is!" she whispered. "On the divan reading the newspaper." It was Tony Quarles. Randy felt sick. He put his hand under his coat and started across the lobby. Tony saw him coming. But it was too. late. Randy got his gun out and shot before Tony reached his feet. The gangster went down. Randy looked at him, then remembered the girl. He had to take her too. He looked around, and there she was, staring in wild-eyed horror. "Randy! You shouldn't have you've killed him." Randy's lip curled. Tony Quarles opened his eyes and saw the girl. "Hello, sister," he managed. "Congratulations. "Con-gratulations. You're the first woman wom-an copper who ever fooled me, but I guess you were worth it. Baby, you're a looker." . Of course she wasn't a copper. But she wasn't Tony's girl either. She was just who she said she was. She'd been telling the truth. And Randy was so surprised he let her swoon in his arms before he could gather his senses enough to explain his own identity. RANDY SUMNER told the girl he loved her. She was beautiful and he was human and he couldn't help himself. He felt chagrined when he thought of it later because that night, he had forgotten that he was a police detective and she the girl friend and- accomplice of the notorious Tony Quarles. He had to get away from her for a few days. It was the only way he could think clear- I ly. So he ran up 3 -Minute to Chicago and Fiction there he drPPed ! ricnon in on the chief The chief got sore when he saw him. "What the hell! The dame will take a powder on you. If she blows it's curtains as far as our chance of bringing in Tony is concerned." Randy felt like telling the chief to jump in the lake. But he didn't. He knew the chief was right. Pamela was Tony's girl. A new one. They'd been seen together at The Lobster Club and the story was that Tony was nuts over her. Right after that the Ryegate job was pulled; a night watchman watch-man and a cop shot dead. Of course Tony vanished. They couldn't hope to find him. The girl vanished too. A week later one of the boys saw her down at Ocean Bluffs. They didn't pick her up. The chief was too smart for that. He sent Randy down. "You're a good looking kid, Randy, with a nice, friendly smile. Go down there and play the sucker game. Sooner or later she and Tony will join up. It's our only chance." Randy's part was easy. He played the part of a lumber king's son down from Michigan on vacation. The friendly smile worked. Pamela trusted him. She seemed lonesome and glad to have him around. Then came that night when impulsiveness im-pulsiveness gave way to logic. He kissed her and told her he loved her. Randy made plans. The payoff was due to come soon now. He had orders to take both the girl and Tony, Well, he'd do just that. Days passed. They saw each other once at least every 24 hours. They danced and went sailing and swam and played tennis. Randy suffered. He was haunted by the scene that was inevitable. There was a haunting light in the girl's eyes also. He wondered if she too, were suffering because the same thing had happened to her. npHEN ONE DAY he called for her and found wild fright in her eyes. "Randy! I'm afraid! He's here!" "Who's here?" "That man. The man I tried to tell you about why I left Chicago. He he's horrible! At first he was |