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Show BEAVER PRESS CARIBBEAN CONSPIRACY H BR EN DA ill THE STORY SO FAR: Anne Hey wood, teautiful daughter of a wealthy New fork newspaper publisher, goes to Puerto Rico on an assignment for her father'i Wil-ropaper. Also on the Island are Fete reporter on her father'i paper, sow a V. S. Army intelligence officer; Higuel Valera, a Puerto Rlcan educated In the United States who li a secret TJ. S. Igent; Richard Taussig, an engineer nhose identity at a German agent li ibout to be proved; and Russell Porter, a young American engineer, and his wife, Sue, who has mlsguldedly given Mr. Taussig some valuable plans. Sne appeals to Anne for help. Anne goes with Taussig to a remote villa. Outside Pete nd Valera are waiting. CHAPTER XVIII The palms of Anne's hands were "Where are we going?" "I am going to Brazil," Mr. Taussig replied. "Here Is some paper. Please don't try to be either funny or resourceful. It's quite useless, I assure you." Anne sat without moving for an Instant What was the use? Then she thought quickly. It would be quite easy to leave some kind of a . . . story. She Dicked up the pen. ' 'Dear Pete,' " Mr. Taussig said. believe that is what you call him? 'I have decided to go away with Richard Taussig.' " Anne looked at him steadily. "Couldn't you spare me that humiliation, Mr. Taussig? He won't believe it, I assure you. I must have told him already thtt I think you're unbelievably repulsive." Mr. Taussig's face hardened into coldly moist. "I the mottled oyster-gra- y. "Continue. 'I know it will be a shock after everything I have said, but that's the way it is. I want you to tell Mother and' . . . Dad or Father, whichever you say . . ." She wrote "Father." Pete would know she'd never say that " Tell them they are not to try to find me, because they couldn't I'm sick of the kind of sheltered life I've always had and this is a chance I'll never get again. We're flying to Costa Rica. I'll write to or do you you some time. Lots' 'of love.' " aay loads "I . . . might as well say loads, I guess," she said. She tried to keep her hand on the pen from shaking. All she ever said really was "Yours," or "All the best, angel." It seemed funny, writing to him. Everything inside her had gone a little numb, all of a sudden. She pulled herself sharply together. "Where am I going?" she asked. to Sao "You are going half-waPaolo, with me, in the plane out ... ... y well-know- I" home-comin- llgPIIR'1' half-wa- y there." "Let them go, Wilcox! Let them Mr. Taussig's mouth tightened to go, I tell you!" thin line. "Take this envelope up, put the buried almost out of in the letter in it and seal it I don't want banana and orange and sight coffee trees xny own fingerprints on it Thank on the slope. you. Now take another piece of Miguel had not moved or said a paper and write to Mrs. Porter. word. He was bent forward rigidly, be relaxed. She waiting. Suddenly darling, but I'm going away with looked at him. Mr. Taussig. I decided it this morn"Miguel!" ing. I'm sorry about Russell's He turned to her, his face haggard them. taken plans. I shouldn't have and tired. I put them' " "It wasn't supposed to happen He stopped. "Write wherever you that way, Anne," he said gently. did put them." off the Anne wrote quickly: ". . . inside "It wasn't supposed to get at all." ground dinner of blue skirt the jersey my dress in the closet" Anne started unzipping Sue's frilly "Yes?" She looked up, blue dress as soon as she closed "Sign it, Miss Heywood." of her room in the Gradoor the She wrote, "Love Anne." nada and got one of her own out of to to motioned her push Taussig closet. She came back into the the letter over to him. He bent over, the room and looked around. It seemed reading it slowly. His hands shook ages since she and Sue and Mr. a little suddenly, his face was dishad been there. A note torted and horrible. She shrank Taussig was up in the middle of the propped back instinctively. His hand moved bed. She it up. picked and on the toward the gun table, to try to save decided "Anne I've He slowly. clear-eye- pered. The door to the inner room opened as Mr. Taussig was starting siowly toward Anne Heywood. Pete Wil- cox took two quick steps to her side, thrust her back across the room. Taussig lurched for the revolver, and as Miguel Valera caught the comer of the desk pad and flicked the revolver onto the floor, he turned and dashed out onto the gallery. Diego Gongaro was already gone. A door slammed; there was the sound of running feet in the court- the pieces like you said. Call me as soon as you can. Love, Sue." She went to the telephone. Senora Porter had gone to the Airport to meet Senor Porter. She was combing her hair when the phone rang. "Captain Wilcox is here, miss," the operator said. "Thanks. Tell him I'll be down." She crossed the terrace. Pete was standing against the marble balustrade, looking out over the ocean. When he turned she had the impression that he was sorting his face out so she wouldn't see what was really in it "Hi, Annie." he said. "I hope you don't mind my coming back this way. I thought you'd like to have the latest dope." "Oh, don't Pete," she said. "You know I always love to see yuu." He grinned. "Thanks, Anne. I wanted to tell you about Sue. She was wonderful, poor little devil. She barged into Fletcher's office, flags flying, this morning at nine o'clock and demanded to be taken to the General and have Old Iron Lungs brought in. Fletcher listened to her a little and did it, and she shot the works." yard. Pete dashed across the room . . . "Oh, Pete!" "Fletcher said she was swell She and Anne leaned back against the wall, sick with fear, ior Miguel Va- didn't try to find an out of any sort" lera caught Pete by the arm, holding "What's going to happen?" him. "They're pretty human even if "Let them go, Wilcox! Let them they are tough," Pete said. "I go, I tell you I" guess they figured she'd learned her For an instant Pete stood there lesson. Anyway, they wouldn't have tunned. The motors of the plane so much of the goods on Taussig if ( FOR MISERABLE COLD- CIRCLE on the trail between City and Mount Tom, Sheriff Mac Cooper fell in with a youth with steel blue tall, eyes, wearing a pearl gray sombrero, blue and white checkered shirt and corduroy trousers tucked into d d boots. A was strapped about the youth's waist and the butt of aa sadrifle protruded from dle scabbard. He rode a coal black stallion. "How far to Mount Tom?" the stranger asked. "Ten mile. Maybe more. Stranger hereabouts, are yuh?" "What are chances o picking up a iob?" "Slim." Mac's eyes went out and d across a flat open space, with sagebrush and cactus. Beyond, etched against a slope of saee crass, cattle crazed. To the left and more in their line of travel the slope became a rocky incline, through which the trail was notched, "Me," he went on, "I usta be a cat tie man. Clean wiped out a year MIDWAY War Inventions fair-haire- d high-heele- there there was nothing but men. She listened with bewildered atten-tio- n to the voluble stream that Mrs. Arias was pouring out into her ear about poor Graciela having to miss the party to be at her father's side Don Alvaro was in the hospital. gone, Miguel was the center of the group on the other side of the patio. Anne took her place in the row ol chairs and sipped the cool champagne punch a servant brought her. So far as she could see- she was the only Continental American there. After a few moments Mrs. Arias brought up an attractive woman in a blue linen sports dress and introduced her. She was English. "Is this your first Spanish party?" she asked with a smile. "I thought so. You look so bewildered." "I guess I do, too," Anne laughed. "Do we just stay here like this? What would happen if we went over on the other side?" "You'd go alone. I haven't got that much courage." "But look there's a boy talking to a girl" "But he' engaged to her." "Oh," Anne said. "And there he goes back to the men." She and Miguel were engaged too, and he could have come and talked to her. But that was her fault She hadn't wanted it public knowledge until her parents came. Anyway, he was watching her. She smiled across the patio at him. At lunch they sat at a long table under the trees in a walled garden, Anne and Miguel and the Englishwoman and her husband. It was fun then, except that still most of the women stayed in the house and the men stayed clustered in their own group. The crisp roast pig and the asopao were wonderful, but Anne felt the way she used to when she was a small child and they had Christmas dinner in the middle ol the day. She was glad when Don Alvaro came and she could get up and move around. They walked across the garden and into the patio. "Shall we go inside, Senorita?" ha said. "I have wished several days to talk to you." - (TO BE CONTINUED) S- Of the 160,000 war inventions submitted to the National Inven- 1940, about 50 have been adopted and are in production, while more than a thousand others are being tested. tors' council since bone-handle- Win-Chest- 2 rf.fn.MMfc J inter-sDerse- Navy 'Pancake' The navy "pancake" is a recently perfected Diesel engine whose cylinders are stacked one above another, flapjack fashion. It is used in a speedy new type of ago." sub-chas- Mac laughed. "You might as well turn about, straneer. Ranchin' is a thing o' the past." "How do folks get along?" the 6 yr. youth asked, looking at him curiwork o' kind no other "Ain't ously. to be had, is there? What might Juvenile Jumper your business be? I'd sort of like to get a line on the kind of job to THINK of how darling your look for." daughter is going to look Mac hesitated the fraction of a in this princess-cu- t 'jumper and second. "Me? I work at the mines jacket! Think how warmly she'll be dressed, too! up at Big Mines." The youth grinned. "I get it You Is de No. 1873-come down once a week for the Barbara Bell Pattern 3. 4. 5 and 6 873 SNAPPY FACTS 2-- ABOUT RUBBER Croup riding is a rubber-sav-in- g procedure which is rapidly gaining acceptance. The years. signed for sizes 2, Size 3 jumper requires lla yards 35 or Jacket, 1 material, yards. Due to an unusuauy large demana ana current war conditions, slightly more time is required in filling orders for a few of the most popular pattern numbers. Send your order to: average number of persons per car throughout the country prior to July 1, 1942, wa long-sleev- e ji 2. In six months it jumped to 2.44, and at the beginning of May it had increased to 2.66. The greatest gain has been in rural industrial areas, where the average is now 3.17 persons per car. Bottled oir may be a regular ac- SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 149 New Montgomery Street Calif. San Francisco Enclose 20 cents In coins for each pattern desired. Size Pattern No Name Address cessory In the postwar automobile, making the ear owner Independent of roadside stations when emergency tire Inflation Is necessary. The air bottles, now used by the Army, ran be refilled at any air line. Uncle Pu'O - "You might as well turn about, stranger. Ranchin' is a thing o' the Traveling often takes the con ceit out of a man, but coming home puts twice as much of it in payroll. On your way back now, him again. went I be arm reassuringly. eh? Scared Clip They might maybe In the Kane, or some other equally desthrough a tiled passage. Everybody wants the bigbroad lovely patio Don Alvaro came perate character. Had much trougest half but there is no such forward, bowing as he took her hand. ble from this Clip Kane?" he asked thing. "It is a great pleasure, Senorita," suddenly. older a man gets, the hap The he said. "Ain't had none yet. So far, thank he is that he wasn't allowed He led her around to the right goodnqss, he's only legend here- pier to have his own way as a boy. where a woman in a heavily bead- abouts. Been operating farther Agitators who want to $et the ed blue crepe dress was talking ex- north, in a different state, though world afire usually find the world is citedly to another woman. they do say he's come over the line like wet wood it won't burn. "This is Miss Heywood, Rosa. My an is working down thisaway." Some men dislike being niece, Mrs. Arias." "That's right, mister. Clip Kane alone. Perhaps afraid of beThey shook hands. Anne glanced did come over the line, an' he's along the terrace. There was noth- right here this minute!" ing judged by their company. ing but women, all sitting in a long The first thing that Mac noticed row, chattering and laughing. She was that something hard and round looked across to the other side. Over was pressing into his ribs. Anne hesitated on the doorstep of the Valera home. Miguel took her non-sto- p got up topped. "Miss Heywood," he saidi his voice cold and deadly soft "You are lying. Those plans are not in your room. Nor do you have a blue Jersey dinner dress in your closet." Her voice was so steady and cool that she hardly recognized it "Nor, Mr. Taussig, do I have the plans. I haven't got them now, nor have I ever had them. The whole thing, as you will probably remember, was your own idea." He stared at her, livid with fury. In the darkened inner room Miguel Valera moved the bolt on the door slowly and silently. Pete touched his arm. "Wait!" he whis- ill i the way tjrantliiia did. She used mutton suet aha meUieated horsclf to relievo colds' coughing and musclo acboa. Now mothers just rub on Penetro. Has base containing old reliable mutton suet, with modern scientific medication added. 25c, double supply 35c Get Ponetro. ... Mr. Taussig shook his head. "Fur- Don't be shocked, SEWING Associated Newspapers. WNU Features. CONRAD flight, if thermore, it is a you're interested." She looked at him calmly. "You mean, I'm getting out Sue, PATTIES By VIC YARDMAN roared full speed; the propellers she hadn't shelled out the n were a glancing whirring light plans." "So that's the game?" Pete said. "Then that's that," Anne said. "Not on your life, Valera! I've got He grinned at her again. Taussig's charts and I'm getting "That's that," he said not very him." steadily. Pete tore loose, leaped to the galHe stood looking at the ashen tip lery rail and over. Anne moved of his cigarette a moment, his face slowly forward, all the strength gone sober and intent out of her. Miguel caught her in "And there's one other thing I'd his arms and held her for a mo- like to say, Annie. I was all wet ment. He kept his arm around her, about Valera. I'd heard they might steadying her, as they went to the send somebody down like that, but gallery. The great motors of the I didn't get hep to it until he turned black and yellow plane roared. Di- ill the papers over to me up at the ego Gongaro was climbing in. Mr. coffee finca. I'd Just like to say Taussig, running doggedly and with I'm sorry. He's a swell guy." He tossed his cigarette over the surprising pace, was fifty yards off, far ahead of Pete Wilcox. balustrade into the surf. "So I take it all back, Annie. I Miguel's arm tightened around her waist He was watching silently, his hope you'll be awfully happy. Belips compressed and his face grave. cause you're a swell guy too." Then suddenly she felt the violent "Oh, don't, Pete," she said. forward lurch of his body. Her eyes "You'll break my heart." flashed open. The field was alive "I wish I could," he said. "So with soldiers, coming from everylong. I suppose " where, it seemed to her . . . and He stopped. Miguel Valera was Pete Wilcox was running down it coming through the arcade. He again. And the plane . . . Some- came on over. "Am "I was just going," Pete said. thing had happened. It was losing what little altitude it had, careen- "You did a swell job, Valera." He held out his hand. ing heavily, swaying back and forth. Miguel Anne felt her heart had stopped grasped it Neither of them spoke beating altogether. It leveled off, for an instant. "Good luck," Pete said. "I hope dangerously close to the hillside, the roar of the motors dying out Anne you'll keep her out of trouble. So closed her eyes as it nosed up for long. So long, Annie." one last time, and crashed down. Don Alvaro Valera's party for his g had been schedson's uled for Sunday. "He sees no reason for postponThey ing it," Miguel told Anne. were lunching at the Mallorquina. "It's a brave face to the world, I suppose. I'm reporting for duty next week, by the way." He looked at her anxiously. "My father wants to talk to you, Anne." "Have you told him?" He nodded. "He thinks you're splendid." She hesitated for a moment. "Miguel," she said. "There's one thing I must ask you. Who is the girl I asked you about before?" He looked at her for a long time before he spoke. "She is . . . nobody, Anne." "That's . . . not true," Anne said. "She's somebody! She followed me around, and she wrote me a note." He looked down at his glass. Then he pushed his chair back and leaned forward. "Look, my dear." he said. "She is largely responsible for both you and Wilcox not getting killed yestera friend of my day. She is uncle Diego Gongaro. She has been listening to their talk . . ." there." "Not all the way?" " 'Dearest Bandit Bait TRY OVERNIGHT CARE , SEGcodrich past." "Get your hands up high, mister, I got half a mind to plug yuh anyhow. Guys as dumb as you snouian t te let live." "But it's a problem how to dispose o' you. I can't leave yuh here to follow me an' spread an alarm, and danged if I can shoot such a dumb wit down in cold blood! But, by jingo, I gotta do something with you." Hardly had the words left the stranger's lips before, something smote Mac just back of his right ear. And in the instant before noth ingness claimed him he heard, far away, the sharp report of a rifle, a shout, a curse then the curtain of wiuscu buuui kirn unit ' uiatmicas .In.nJ When he opened his eyes he was half sitting and half lying with his back to the canyon. Objects in front of him gradually lost their blurred aspect and took definite shape. And the first thing that registered itself clearly on his brain was the grinning countenance of Deputy Sheriff Red Galer. Mac struggled to a more comfortable posture, looked beyond Red and saw the glowering face of Clip Kane, noted that the bandit was securely trussed and that his shoulder was swathed in a bandage. "Dura your miserable hide," said Mac, addressing Red, "what was the idea of waitin' fer that jigger to tap me on the haid before yuh drilled him?" "A little tap now an' then won't hurt yuh none," Red grinned. "May be take some o' the swellin' outter your bean." Mac rubbed his head and swore He knew that Red had waited pur posely in the hope that Clip Kane would tap him, as he called It, but in spite of everything he grinned. "The next time," he said, "we plan to frame a Jigger, you're gonna be the goat. Why, that bloke actually told me I was dumb! Now if it had been you "But I reckon," said he amusedly, "Mr. Kane is the guy as is dumb else he would a knowed I was lyin about them cattle, what with thousand of 'em grazin in plain view on that slope." 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