The Omaha morning bee., 1925-04-12

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dark. quiet room. III these guys are
peddling dope, they rate whatever
we hand out to 'em. Don't they
Huho"
Sure, But II you wake me up
a gain III crown you"
You an which regiment of ma
rines?" asked Myrick dispara gingly.
The Paulus-rust -streak ked, dirty,
inert. lay five miles beyond the row
of liquor ships when Red Luke spot
ted her from his rented Wee boat the
next morning. lie circled down, land.
ed on the long table-like swells, and
perched upon the bow of the sea
plane. waiting for the ships boat to
take him off.
The skipper of the Paulus, Joe
Schickle. was waiting for him as he
came up the ladder-a middle-a ased
man whose face instantly conveyed
a story of all the excesses of weather
and dissipation of the seven seas: A
good berth, liquor. a less desira BILE
berth. more liquor, until liquor and
the berth became one.
Have a lookout kept on the
plane" said Red. IF 1t drifts closer.
let me know" The Vee-boat adrlft
100 yards to leeward, was rolling and
ducking sleepily.
Joe Schickle motioned Red to fol
low him into the cabin. An under of
ficer, playing solitaire at the red
covered table. sluiced the cards to-
gether and vanished.
'Have a drink
No. thanks"
Take get In all right?"
Sure"
Nobody there to meet him."
'Cops?" asked Red. mo"
The skipper lighted cigar. You
lost a good bet by not taking over
board. I let 1t go last night for less
than It cost, just TO get rid OF It,.
We're getting ready to head east"
He pulled morosely at his cigar.
How much a trip for you?''
'Hundred-if I'm not carrying
ANYTHING that'll get me in a JAM"
Hmm grunted the skipper
Could you take me in tonight and
bring me out again-after dark?'
Sure. IL it's clear. But you're not
carrying anything?" asked Red.
II told you I was cleaned. Haven't
got full case aboard. I'll want you
to go In first and deliver a message
for me-"
Three hundred In all" answered
Red. "One hundred now, snot her
when I come for YOU and third be
fore we leave shore
You're not trusting anybody, are
you?'
mo. Are you?"
The skipper barred a set of blaekish
yellow teeth In humorless grin
No" he answered. From his pocket
he pulled out a roll OF bills, sent
two SOS f1uttering over the table to
Red Luke. Go to a public telephone
and call up this number"-he wrote
1t on the edge OF an old newspaper
and tell whoever answers that YOU
are Paul and that you want to talk
with Msble. and then give the mum.
Der Of another public telephone
where they can get you an hour
later. You be waiting there. Y'under-
stand? When the phone rings, you
say. 'Hellow.' The other man1l say,
Who Is this?' Then you say, Hello.
Mabel, I'm talking for Paul. He
wants to see you tomorrow night
that means tonight. you see-'at
eleven o'clock. and five is all you
need. II he stalls tell him that five
IL flat and that this is his last
chance. understand? Then tell him
to come out to where we're going to
land. II he won't come through with
five. come right on out and tel, me.
Thatll be another hundred Tor you.
II he agrees to meet me. you don't
have to come out until It's time to
get me back there at eleven"
Before he set out for shore again
Red Luke had repeated his directions
a half dozen times. lie repeated them
again to Harry Nyrick.
That's the worksr' exclaimed NY.
'hhs boDts mere the way ! coi IL
lined up--this skipper OF the Paulus
Is pulling off a little deal on the
side. He's running booze ship for
some other people. an he puts his
own money Into dope. An the people
on shore have been beating down his
price. He's finally agreed 10 sell out,
to let 'em have the stuff for what
they've offered hm--five thousand.
The skipper doesn't want to waste
any more time. so he's comm In TO
close the deal himself"
"Yeh." agreed Red. But what's
the big idea? Where do we head in?"
I'VE better turn the whole works
over to the cops Myrick said, al.
most regretfuly.
"1f you ask me. I'll say we better
stay out and mind our own business.
There's nothing in II for US"
Suit yourself-but I'm goin.
through with II. There's two kinds
OF people | hate worse'n anybody
else. One OF 'em Ia kidnappers. an
the others dope peddlers. An what's
more. hate 10 see 'em rope my part.
ner in, like they did yesterday. They
certainly made bum out o. you
Well. I'm for goin through with H.
III take the Wee boat out myself an