The Coolidge examiner., 1934-12-14
Superior Guy
By ARCHEY c. NEW
. Mcclure $rwapapeF Syndicate.
W%It Service.

I'm getting fed up, seeT he
snarled at her. "Y' can't even pick
EN- any more"
"No?" she sneered, listlessly.
NO" he sneered back. Look
at tn last twice. A shoe salesman
without a dime, and then that tough
cattleman who sez Go ahead and
shoot"
"Can you beat that?' she ex-
claimed nudging him excltedly.
His gaze followed hers TO clean
cut young man. with a calm. de-
tached air, then entering the room.
The new arrival coolly ignored the
hat-check girls arresting greeting.
and left the waiter captain stand
Ing open-mouthed, as he deliberate
ly wended his way among the tables
and sat down at one near the or
chestra.
Gussle laughed aloud. THAT'S a
bird I'd love 10 get. Glass, all over
Used to good things; servants don't
scare him any.
"Stick around. Joe" she advised,
were going badger huntin' tonight"
Timing her exit with the stran
gers, she followed him later into
the lobby. Pausing before the
locked door of the public stenogra.
piers office. he glanced irritably
at a small card on the door. Back
at $50. Leave name and room
number on this pad" In a fash.
GussIe was at his side. and with n
possesslve grip on the door-knob,
turned to face him brightly.
All, the stenographer! He stared
at her fixedly. Are you permitted
to come to guests room? have
some letters. :"
"Oh, yes" she assured him, with
n quick nod. a brilliant thought
flashed on her. and she reached for
the pad. Leave your name and
room number. IL have to check
IT,"
"Oh, boy" she gloated TO Joe
minute later, gleefully exhibiting a
stenographer's pad and pencil.
Now, we're all set. Gimme twenty
minutes startl'
Are you nutsf' Kissed Joe.
You're no"
dumb cluck, you meanT She
smiled at him derlsIyeIy. Cor
rect."
The door to sos was aJar, but
Gussle raped. demurely. The
guest. John Burns, crossing the
room with some collars, saw her In
the doorway.
He waved her to n low easy chair.
"Sit down here. Youn find 1t very
comfortable" Leisurely. he drew
up a large armchair. between her
and the door, facing her. Taking
a sheaf of papers from his pocket.
he said. matter-of-factly. Take a
letter!"
He paid little attention to her as
he droned ahead. Better so. The
meaningless curlicues on her pad
might have given him quite a shock.
AS he finished, and turned his at
tention to a file at his elbow, Gus
sic rose, stretched herself senuous-
ly, and with pad In hand. perched
on the arm of his chair. He glanced
up with some surprise as one slen-
der, silk-clad leg dangled uncom-
fortably close TO him, and with elab-
crate carelessness, her arm stole
around the back OF his chair.
"So-oT came snarllng voice at
his back. that's the way You
double-cross me, heyT" Joe, with
gun leveled, entered the room, clos
ing the door carefully behind him.
"Well, you big mutt, talk up.
Whatchat doin' in here, with my
wife?"
Burns was fumblIng with his file,
and Gussie. leaning closer. threw
both arms around him conyulsiyely,
meanwhile eyeing the newcomer
with convincing terror. Quite slow
iy and deliberately, and showing
paIned surprise, he disentangled
himself from her embrace, wrlg-
gled out of his chair, and his gaze
met that of the Outraged hus-
Dand."
what are you doing in here?" he
demanded, ominously. Get outw
well, I'll be id" screeched
Joe, Historically, and fiourishing
his gun threateningly. "It's gonna
cost you plenty. see? And 1 amt
goin' until"
Burns. with one rapid leap,
brought his open hand to the rats
face with a resoundlng slap, send
ing him reeling. Following up the
slap. he grabbed the gun, thrust 1t
into his own pocket, and, then,
grasping Joe firmly by the scruff of
his neck, dragged him to the door,
and hurled him into the hall. Dust
ing his hands contemptuously, he
closed the door and turned TO face
the now truly terrified girl.
SORRY you had to witness that"
he told her, apologetically. "But l
certainly owe you debt Of graft
A,,1o Che oforad Of him 9Gura