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Show Released thru .&ft A The swift drama of an adventurer's last stand starring j CHARLES BOYER ;n the Walter Wonger production with Sigrid J Gurie ond Hedy Lamarr WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE The police of Algiers are baffled baf-fled in their attempt to capture Pepe le Monko, international jewel thief who is protected from them by the lawless inhabitants in-habitants of the Casbah, mysterious myste-rious native quarter where Pepe lives. Pepe meets Gaby, a Parisian Pari-sian tourist visiting Algiers, and they are strongly attracted to each other, much to the indig-nation indig-nation of Pepe's native sweetheart, sweet-heart, Ines. Regis, a stool pigeon in Pepe's gang, lures Pepe's friend Pierrot out of the Casbah in the hope that Pepe will come in search of him and thus fall into a police trap. When Regis returns without Pierrot, Pepe and his gang surround Regis and threaten him with a dire fate if Pierrot does not return unharmed. Meanwhile the shrewd inspector Slimane, stationed in the Casbah, is evolving his own plans for using the tourist girl Gaby to get Pepe out of the protection of the Casbah. Blanche. Then she had to go back5 "I can't leave my friends but I'll come back." ''When?" "As soon as I can. Tomorrow. . . I never break a promise." They looked into each other's eyes, and it was as though an electric current were passing between be-tween them. Silently he drew her body close to his. "Let me go." "Why?" "Because I ask you." "Say please " "You're rude " He released her, and she went back to the table, her face expressing expres-sing nothing. Slimane sleepily raised rais-ed his eyelids, looked at her, then lowered them again. Pepe stood on the terrace a moment mo-ment longer, gazing out at the sea. Then he turned, to confront Inae stepping from behind a pillar. She must have seen and heard everything, he reflected, and he scarcely cared. Pepe was about to return to the hapless Regis and his captorst when he saw Pierrot stageer in through the doorway. Pierrot, tha bad, unruly boy whom he lovedt was swaying desperately, clutching at his side with fingers through which blood welled. Pepe ran to support him. "I waS wrong, Pepe," gasped the boy. You were right. I didn't listen to you... Chapter Four , While Pepe and his braves kept their vigil over the perspiring Regis, a party of tourists, res-plendid res-plendid in their evening clothes, furs and jewels, was sweeping rnjMi.il1 h.ui,iiii.' J""JB'.V:'g ' AVJ i; fexc&s&a ? ' lii-ft i fii nk JrTr-f frftr .fititttr i Irfitfrilif ifflfin -rftniiifn' 'ntfrdPiiirt-"7'' I " The law of the Casbah had been fulfilled. grandly through the Casbah, shepherded shep-herded by Inspector Slimane. The party of tourists consisted of the Rxotic Gaby, Pepe's acquaintance pt the night before, with her riends who had been separated From her on that occasion the (ilonde, enterorising Marie, her piend, Bertier, and Gaby's fiance, I Etienne Giraux, a portly, mid-lile,aged mid-lile,aged but extremely wealthy gentleman whom Gaby planned to marry, as she confided to Marie, Vfor business reasons." They were drawn back to the pasbah by a strange power. That power (perhaps not so strange Lfter all) was the attraction which1 Pepe le Moko had exercised ovc-Liaby ovc-Liaby during their brief meuung, !nd which had led her to make nspector Slimane agree (not at all eluctantly) promise to arrange another an-other meeting. So presently Gaby and her friends were seated in a little Casbah restaurant, res-taurant, and Slimane despatched a messenger to invite Pepe to join Ihem. Which he did with alacrity, leaving his aides to deal with Regis. i Pepe greeted the tourists affably, then devoted his attention to Gaby, while the others, tourist-like, chattered chat-tered and ogled the strange sights about them, and Slimane sat back In his chair, pretending to doze. , Pepe and Gaby talked at first idly, almost conventionally. Did she ike Algiers? Not particularly (.raveling made her homesick. She jnissed her Paris... Did he know Paris? Did he! It had been his very own! With a thrill of mutual pleasure they named, in turn, the Streets thev both knew and loved Where is Regis?" "Come on, I'll help you." Pepe half dragged, half carried him into the inner room. Regis' jaw dropped, his pallid face turn ed a shade whiter, at the sight oi the bleeding Pierrot staggering toward to-ward him, with drawn gun. "No! No! No!" screamed Regis backing away. Pierrot came on to ward him. The others lounged carelessly in the doorways, block ing any means of exit. And stil Pierrot came on. Now Regis is in a corner, near the mechanical piano. His lipa twitch and mumble, but his voice is gone. With bulging eyes fastened fasten-ed on Pierrot's revolver, he tries feebly to climb under the piano, over it, anywhere for escape. Still Pierrot comes toward him. Regis, clawing the piano, accidentally acci-dentally pushed a lever, and it begins banging noisily, tinnily. Pierrot, with his last remaining strength, pulls the trigger, then slumps to the floor, never to move again. Not six feet away from him lies Regis, shot through the heart. The custom of the Casbah had been fulfilled. Pepe had loved Pierrot like a brother who is also a son. Now he mourned him. He bitterly resented the senseless fate that had taken away his friend. He raged and stormed like a shackled lion, drink4 ing heavily, ordering all his friend3 out of his presence. All but Slimane the philosophical; Slimane the wise counselor, who always tride to be helpful and, never give offense. 1 "I was all alone at the cemetery1 he told Pepe. "It must be hard not) to be able to go down to say good-1 bye to your friend on his lasi journey. But I'm your friend, PeoeJ I know how you feel you're likj a prisoner in the Casbah." : "I'll get out whenever I wish,' cried Pepe. "When you go," Slimane taunte4 him slily, "you'll go quietly, liki Pierrot feet first" "I'll go out alive!" Pepe raged! Tm free to go Tm sick of alj this! I'll get out when I feel liku it I'll do it now nobody cari stop me! I'm going now right now!" He rushed out of the door, hak less, and strode with feverish pace, almost running, toward the Casbaq gate. (To be continued) ; So well... the Rue St. Martin, the Champs Elysses ... the Gare du Nord...the Opera. ..the Boulevard des Capucines. i Some one put on a record. They got up to dance, still talking. What was her name? Gabrielle Gaby. Ias she married? Perhaps a (.vidow? No, she was engaged to to that man over there. And he nras very jealous. Suddenly Pepe began whirling her madly around to the music, until they fetched up breathless against a pillar, laughing laugh-ing excitedly like children. ' He tried to kiss her, but she held him away. "Let's go out on the terrace," she suggested. They went out, but only for a moment Looking , out across the Mediterranean, they pretended they could see Paris Montmartre and the Madeleine and the Place |
