Imperial Valley press., 1922-06-30
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b| ARTHUR, B. REEVE
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At,THup t,'!1I'lII:ui.p B REEVE

, Vamp.' Ev-ytime anyone drove INTO
the city, they would take 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. cup to a point, then,
perhaps Ruth didn t need saving from
herself as much as | thought. She was
on the trail of something big-this con
spiracy And she almost landed
her fish Only to get into trouble
from which it IS taking all the skill of
Guy and Dick to save her.
Vira s eyes were restlessly glancing
through the window down the road.
Suddenly her face bcamed. She forgot
her ruInpled dress as it had dried on
her, her disordered hair. 'Glenn IS
coning l hear his engine. oh, boy!'
Out of the room she flew.
Vira and Glenn came up the road.
The story was repeated. Dick returned
to his radioplane; Garrick to sitting
crank reports of the whereabouts of the
fast scout cruiser.
"Vira,' said Glenn ardently, the
moment they were alone, 81 won It
take No this time--nor even wait ;"
Vira blushed. ''Just as soon as we
get Ruthie. -
"Here s the first report that I place
any confidence in, shouted Garrick in
a tone that could be heard all over
the boathouse. "It's from a freighter
Just off Seaville-sighted boat an
swering the description of the Bac-
chante' putting into the Great South
Bay"
"That checks up with Ruth IS Fire
Island message!" called Dick from
below. "The Bacchante must have
rounded the Island. l guess she could;
she IS fast enough"
How s the work coming on, Dick? -
shouted Garrick, all energy now with
the first wireless clue. "It II be twi
light in an hour. Can you hurry it
ups"
All ready now, I've been all dress
ed up with nowhere to go for Is min
utes!' called back Dick from below.
They swung open the doors and ran
the radioplane down the skidway, call
ing back to Mckay to drive Mrs.
Walden across the Island to Seaville.
The radioplane struck the quiet water
of the harbor, the staccato whirr of
the two propellors rose to screech.
They were off in a cloud of spray,
leaping lightly from the surface to the
air, and waving gay goodby as Nita
| clasped her hands as if in prayer and
Vira drew close to Glenn.
The flight to Seavillc was only a
matter of minutes for there was no
| time to lose before darkness.
| At Seaville a hasty survey disclosed
no sign of the Baccchante' but there
| was q tremendous crowd down on u
bulkhead and they could see them wav
ing and hear their shouts. Dick brought
| the radioplane down to the water and
q couple of small motor 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 glanced at Garrick. "Anchor
here. We must take the time. We
must give them the third degree
| Curtis was sour; Rae nervously tri-
umphant. They had been deserted put
ashore, double crossed. Was il possible
that they too, were merely tools of the
man-at-the- top? Who was it then ?
Georges had been eliminated and was in
Jail with his mouth sealed. Brock was
out of the way, lonely prisoner ready
to turn state s evidence to save his mis-
cradle hide. Who, then? Where was
Ruth.
In spite of her capture, Rae looked
happier than she had been for days.
She was holding on to Jack s arm with
the air of possession that seemed to
compensate for everything Curtis did
not look so pleased. He was thinking
of the vanishing fortune and the frolics
he saw glimmering away in the past.
| Suddenly Rae shook his arm.
Dreaming of those hussies9 Jack,
you re mine-I cam fct anyone have
you-even when m playing the game.
These damseis have ditched us! We