Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-07-08


of us could get off. Ruth made the
choice-insisted- it. It had
to be done in second. She made me
go-even when fought her to stay"
Dick grasped Nita Walden'S hand
in emotion. 1t was a splendid piece
Of heroism Of Ruth.
"Don't you see?" explained Vira,
talking fast as she poured out what
she knew, 1.-THE Jig was up for the
gang. All they wanted was to make
a clean getaway, take all the jew
elry and the money. They waited
until the last minute to get fifty
thousand for the Inner Circle and
the other stuff. But it failed. Then
the only thing that remained was
to get away-with Ruth--the ten
million dollar heiress, as they speak
Of her =.
"You know, the 'Bacchante' had
been taking the stuff off rum-run-
ners. It was sheer bluff, posing as
revenue enforcers. It was stored on
the Sea Vamp.' Every time anyone
drove into the city, they would take
a couple Of cases or more to the
Inner Circle or the Garage. From
the Inner Circle and the Garage it
was distributed. They were wealthy
bootleggers to the wealthy. Bootleg
aristocracy!
Nita sighed. "Up to point, then,
perhaps Ruth didn't need saving
from herself as much as thought.
She was on the trail Of something
big-this conspiracy . (. And she
almost landed her fish -. Only to
get into trouble from which it's TAX
ing all the skill of Guy and Dick to
save her."
Vira's eyes were restlessly glanc-
ing through the window down the
road. Suddenly her face beamed.
She forgot her rumpled dress as 1t
had dried on her, her disordered
hair. "Glenn's coming! / hear his
engine. Oh, boy" Out Of the room
she flew.
Vira and Glenn came UP the road.
The story was repeated. Dick re-
turned to his radioplane; Garrick to
sitting crank reports Of the where
abouts of the fast scout. cruiser.
t'Vira," said Glenn ardently, the
moment they were alone, II won't
take NO this time-nor even
Watt"
Vira blushed. Just as soon as we
get Ruthie."
Here's the first report that ]
place any confidence iN'' shouted
Garrick in tone that could be
heard all over the boathouse. "It's
from a freighter-just OFF Seaville--
sighted a boat answering the descrip-
ton of the 'Bacchante' putting into
the Great South Bay"
"That checks up with Ruth's Fire
Island message!' called Dick from
below. 1.-THE 'Bacchante' must have
rounded the island. guess she
could; she's fast enough"
Flows the work coming on.
Dick?" shouted Garrick, all energy
now with the first wireless clue.
It'll be twilight in an hour. Can
you hurry it up?"
"All ready now. I've been all
dressed up with nowhere to go for
fifteen minutes!" called back Dick
from below.
They swung open the doors and
ran the radioplane down the skid.
way, calling back to Mckay to drive
Mrs. Walden across the island to
Seaville. The radioplane struck the
quiet water. of the harbor, the STAG
cato whirr Of the two propellers
rose to a screech. They were off
in a cloud Of spray, leaping lightly
from the surface to the air, and wav.
inc a gay goodby as Nita clasped her
hands as If in prayer and Vira drew
close to Glenn.
The flight to Seaville was only a
matter Of minutes for there was nc
time to lose before darkness.
AT Seaville a hasty survey dis
closed no sign of the "Bacchante'
but there was tremendous crowd
down on a bulkhead and they could
see them waving and hear their
shouts. Dick brought the radioplans
down to the water and a couple OF
small boats put out.
We've got that Curtis and the
Larue girl!' shouted a man with a
big brass star of the local police
force on his chest.
Dick glande at Garrick. anchor
here. We must take time. We
must give them the third degree"
Curtis was sour; Rae nervously
triumphant. They had been desert
ed, put ashore, double-crossed. Was
It possible that they, too, were mere
ly tools of the man-at-the-top? Who
was it then? Georges had been elm
mated and was in Jail with his
mouth sealed. Brock was out of the
way, lonely prisoner ready to turn
states evidence to save his miser-