The Washington times., 1931-04-25

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he rejoined.
Carl turned serious.
But what were you doing
UP there? And what are you
doing in here?"
THAT is my business. You'll
know in a couple Of days"
Hank paused to regard his
friend sharply. Then he smiled.
But what's your game? I
know now that they couldn't
bribe a square shooter like you"
"Oh-you'u know before long.
But 90 on - come through,
what's your game? You were
up to something last night and
tonight you took one Of the
largest chances I ever saw
for something"
A Keen Watch
Don't take a chance with
Scorpio," Carl pleaded. "We
fooled him tonight - but he's
too smart to fool often"
Hank grinned.
Others also.
For, from the window Of the
ballistics room, Scorpio and his
two killers were watching and
listening.
"I won't be playing Aunt
Emma'S accompaniment on a
harp for a long time yet, Carl"
Hank insisted. Nov, I want
you to go back and meet Anne.
Take her home. I want to meet
a man here for a minute-and
tomorrow maybe I can explain
this whole thing. Please"
Carl nodded and left.
Hank turned to the table on
which ranged the ballistics ex-
pert's microscopes. Switching
on the desk lights, he adjusted
the apparatus and inserted the
bullets from the experts cabi-
net.
Scorpio and his men watched
curiously.
what kind of foolishness is
this?" Scorpio whispered. Gar
denia did not answer. He was
watching the reporter like a
hawk.
Hank set the microscopes,
peered through them, focused
them.
Then, from his pocket, he
produced the silver-plated re-
volver Of the gangster chief.
Scorpio'S face contorted in
horrible hate.
Now he knew the reporters
racket.
Quickly he reached to the
pocket of Gardenia and with
drew the mans revolver.
Slowly he raised it-and fired.
The Sad Farewell
The solemn notes of the Or
gan, the choir. A caSket bank
ed with flowers. Officers with
drawn swords, standing at at
tention.
Hanks army buddies and
newspaper pals were bidding
him farewell.
Pale, her eyes tragic but tear
less, Anne sat immobile as an
army chaplain intoned a prayer.
Near her-hiS face drawn and
tense with suffering, sat Carl. +
At the end of the casket stood
a huge floral piece.
ITO my old pal Hank, from
Louis Scorpio."
Scorpio, in his seat, gazed at
the inscription and grinned. No
one suspected him. His getaway
from that police station in the
excitement had been perfect.
And-the secret of the bullets
was safe.
Absently he fingered the
flower in his buttonhole.
The service was coming to
an end. He waited until the
final "Amen" and rose from
the seat. Two policemen stood
in the aisle.
well, boys, I'm all busted
up," began the gangSter.
Yeah? Better come with
U.S."
"Wotcher mean - where's
Newton?"
Hes outside - waiting for
you." Handouts snapped on
Scorpio's wrists.
The desk sergeant glanced
up as Scorpio was led in.
Scorpio grinned at him.
Hello, Mr.. Scorpio. You don't
have to give me your record.
I know it,"
Scorpio again grinned.
But the grin ended quickly
at the next words. ,
mo BAIL"
what do you mean?"
sharply. Newton interrupted.
"You can't hold this man
without bail"
The desk, sergeant shrugged.
Nevertheless, we're going
to-"
"I'd like to know who's be-
hind this" muttered the gang
Ster. The sergeant nodded
grimly.
'Lotta you guys would like
to know that" He motioned to
the turnkey. "Take him away"
Copyright, 1891. Cosmopolitan
Productions.)
(What is the secret evidence
on which the gang leader is
being held? Read Mondays
exciting instaIIment.)