The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1933-09-05
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ain his mental scene shifted
Buck O'Mara and Benny Malone
had talked about Spinelli. Spinelli
was OF the payroll, too. Detective
Sergeant Mulvey might prove to be
altogether too curious as to the way
in which Harry the Lynx had left
the night club whose obvious exits
might we'll have been closely guard.
ed-to say nothing Of the fact that
the lights had so fortuitously gone
out almost instantly at the sound OF
those shots!
The subject had been introduced
casually. dismissed casually. A pos.
sibility. that was all. No S o S had
come from Spinelli. so everything
was apparently jake so far. Why
worry about it? Spinelli would be
given protection" if necessary. Co.
lin cupped his hands over a match
and lighted cigarette. A side issue
that concerned him little-no bear
ing on the main issue.
He stepped out from behind Il
wheelhouse and moved over to Il
boats rail. Someone was leayil
the wheelhouse. Benny Major
Buck O'Mara was still in there W
Smudge KiIrea at the wheel.
"Oh. hello. Clarkie!" said Bel
Malone as he stepped over to
Inns side. Il was just going to hi
you up. Buck wants a couple of
to go aboard with him and have
little social visit with Dollaire
fore the boys get busy get Il
idea ?-so's Dollaire won't turn b.
toes up without knowing what It:
all about. That would be just toe
bad! said I'd pick you to help play
the hand. seeing that you didn't
miss any tricks last night and Buck
said that was okay by him."
"Sure!" agreed Colin enthusias.
tically.
you just look innocent" eau.
toned Benny Malone. "until Buck
gives us the high sign to fash our
rods. Dollaire's schooner aiu't
showing any lights. but Smudge has
just picked her up out there. Wei
be alongside in few minutes. Yo,
just hang around here. and the
trail along with Buck and me. u
derstand?"
"Sure!" said Colin enthusiast
cally again. Thanks a lot. Bonn.
for a ringside seat"
|nUT OF the darkness Benny Ma
~ lone's features. grinned ip
friendly fashion.
st was coming to you, Clarke. !"
he said. you made good. Now /
got to check up with the boys down
in the cabin and hear 'em recite
their lessons the way Buck doped
it out for them. won't be long"
He moved away-heading aft at
a half-run.
Colin swallowed hard. Bad as 1t
had looked before-this was worse.
Dollaire's executioner! Or co-execu.
toner with Benny Malone!
He stared out into the blackness
ahead. Something out there was
taking shape. He felt the boats
speed slacken. the vibration cease
as the engine was shut of. A hail
came across the water. Buck o'Ma.
ia stepped out OF the wheehouse
and answered 1t, using his hands as
a megaphone.
THAT you. Doiiaire!" he bawled.
"This is Heimie Schwarm's outfit"
"Sure it's me. by cripes!" the
voice answered. Come alongside
The Good Lord could not have given
US better night, eh?"
"Attaboy!" Buck O'Mara called
back heartily.
The boats maneuvered-bumped
against the schooner's hull and
were made fast. Colin brushed his
hand across his eyes. His mental
processes burned his vision. It was
all strangely indistinct-and yet il
was all horribly real.
He found himself mounting
short rope ladder on the heels OF
Buck O'Mara and Benny Malone
There were no lights showing any
where: but. his eyes grown aceus
toned to the darkness. he could see.
as he reached the deck. a dozen or
more forms leaning over the schoon
er's rail-while a chatter of voices
as bantered greetings were ex
changed between the crew on the
deck and the boats below. resound
ed discordantly in his ears.
Boats always seemed to take him
to slaughter. Colin thought with
grimace as he carefully placed his
feet on the rounds OF the swinging
ladder. There had been the might
when Germaine's boat had taker
him to the club" on the ST. Law
renee. and when he had had TO see
men shot down while he was help
lessly tied TO q tree.
Then the slaughterers were Dol
laire's men. Tonight. In q boat be
longing to the man who had threat
ened him with death. Colin was 10
see Doilaire's men shot to bits II
equally cruel fashion.
fcopYvtgAt. 1888. Frenk L. Packard,
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