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Show ! Released Ihrv ' 1 : .F United Arfi.lt A J w THe swift drama of an adventurer's last stand, Algiers . CHARLES BOYER i L in the Welter Wanger production with Sigrid Gurie and Hedy Lamarr 'V '-"AS GONE BEFORE i - .-at, dark and for-I for-I biddinyy mysterious native quarter of Algiers, Pep I e M oho, internationally famous jewel thief, has been eluding the police for two years. Their efforts to capture him are made useless by the loyalty of the Casbah natives, who idolise the gay, charming Pepe and protect him. Finally Regis, a stool pigeon in Pipe's gang, betrays his whereabouts to the police, but Pepe is warned of their approach ap-proach by his native sweetheart, Ines, and escapes their onslaught on-slaught with only a slight bul-. bul-. let wound. During this raid Pepe meets a beautiful tourist I girl. Gaby, who is intrigued by ' his romantic air, though he professes pro-fesses to be attracted mainly by her jewels. But Inspector 8J4-'. 8J4-'. mane, an Algerian police officer ' who has struck up h friendship with Pepe, makes plans for using Gaby for his own ends. him) and look for his mother. Ira fact, Regla offered to accompany him. For this was part of Regis' plan: to get Pierrot out of the Casbah and into the hands of the police, whereupon Pepe to Moko would leave the safety of the Cas-bah Cas-bah and come out in search of his friend. So Pierrot and Regis went down into the town, arm in arm, to find Pierrot's mother. Pepe, usually lighthearted, was In an unhappy mood. He stood on a terrace in the Casbah, looking out as far out as he could look at the sea. The far-off whistle of a steamer seemed to make him even sadder. I The devoted Ines, hovering about him as usual, caught his disconsol-; ate mood. For she knew that hie thoughts were far away from her, and she was determined to get at the reason. - "Ines," he told her In reply to her persistent nagging questions, "you've always lived In . the Casbah. Cas-bah. For you, there's nothing outside. out-side. For me, it's like being in a grave I can't stand much more of it." Ines understood. He yearned for the world outside and if he wanted to go away, she reasonably I offered to go with him. "But Paris is a long way off. And it's different there " "Couldn't you be happy in Paris? Chapter Three . Regis, the rotund, furtive informer in-former who sold the secrets of the Casbah to the police at whatever price he could get, presented himself him-self at headquarters. He had a plan. Iimw mi., ! imhui i in. mmmn jsvj-w rwwi "Bo you want to get awayt" she cried bitterly. "We've all learned that there's only one way to arrest Pepe. If he comes out of the Casbah, then it's child's play." "Shall we send him an engraved Invitation?" suggested Inspector Louvain- sourly. "He's too clever to fall Into a trap," continued Regis, undaunted, "but some of his friends are not so clever. For example, young Pierrot, Pier-rot, whom Pepe loves like a brother bro-ther who is also a son..." fe went on to outline his plan. Louvain listened, shrugged, and consented to try it. Pierrot, youthful member of Pepe's gang, was disgruntled. Pepe had been unjust to him. Pepe had warned him to shun the company of the unpleasant Regis, and Pierrot, Pier-rot, very conscious of the fact that hA Wna a trot, man nnrl Af oo-a You think I'd look funny In Paris?" she demanded angrily. "It's not you, Ines," he insisted. It's the Casbah you're part of it, you belong here. You don't understand un-derstand the way I feel. I've stood it for two years morning, noon, and night the same people and the same things. I'm fed up I've had enough!" "Oh, so you want to get away? And it has nothing to do with me?" she cried with violent bitterness. bit-terness. Well, do you know when you're going away? Never! I'm the Casbah I'll keep you try to get away and you'll find out:" "Stop it," he grated, gripping her arm in cold fury. "There's nothing else for you," she went on wildly. "No France, no Paris, no boulevards!" "Are you through?" he demanded, demand-ed, shaking her. "No!" She threw herself into his' arms, sobbing violently. "I love you!" It was getting late, and Pierrot had not returned from town. Aicha,' Pierrot's sweetheart, sought out; Pepe and told him how worried she was. Pierrot had gone down I into town with Regis. And RegUi had come back but not Pierrot.' That was enough for Pepe, who; had long ago formed his opinion' of Regis. He went to the Algerian's, ' a Casbah cafe, sought out Regis,! and took him into an inner room,1 where the other members of thei gang crowded around him silentlv. ; had defied Pepe, claiming that while he was loyal to the chief in "business," he had the right to choose his own friends. Whereupon Pepe had genially slapped his face, humiliating him before the others. Now Pierrot was consoling himself him-self with the company of his good friend Regis. Moreover, he needed Regis' advice." For he had received a puzzling letter. The letter purported pur-ported to be from his mother, asking ask-ing him to come and see her in the main section of Algiers outside out-side of the Casbah. This mystified Pierrot, for he had thought his mother was In France; but he -was a dutiful son, and if his mother was awaiting him in Algiers, he could not hurt her by failing to , come. So he sought Regis' advice , as to whether the letter was : genuine. I As a matter of fact Regis was well qualified to advise him, for he himself had written the letter. And now he solemnly compared the handwriting with a previous letter Pierrot'i mother had written, and assured the boy that the letter from Algiers was indeed genuine, and that the honorable thing to do would be to go down into the town (where the police awaited You re a brave man. Regis," said Pepe significantly. "It was brave of you to take Pierrot into the town and then come back here." j Regis, frightened out of his wits, babbled his protestations of innocence, inno-cence, while the others crowded i closer around him. Carlos judicially j studied the back of Regis' neck. I "Say, Pepe, his hair is getting a s little long here on his neck. Don't S you think we ought to cut it for him?" (To be continued) j |