The Washington times., 1935-11-02

Asmile which had come over the
features Of his boss. He suffered
an unintelligible syllable and be-
gan to back away, his jaw trem-
bling and his limbs quaking in
terror.
Still smiling, Alex CarSton
slowly-with the deadly delibera-
ton Of a snake approaching a
hypnotized fledgling - drew a
black automatic pistol from an
armpit holster.
yellow, eh Young? Afraid to
face 1t with me, huh? / always
thought there was q streak two
feet wide up your back. Well, we
can't have any O. that in this
camp"
AS he spoke he raised his pistol
and coldly took aim at the cring-
ing figure Of his trembling at
torney.
CHAPTER XXI
you're no good to me any
more, Young, but you might
have died like a man If you
hadn't turned rat on me now.
Got anything to say to that,
shyster?"
MY God, Alex, don't for Gods
sake, Alex"
The automatic in the gang
leaders hand spat twice.
Young crumpled to the floor
with a maudlin moan, an ex.
preston of surprise and horror
indelibly inscribed on his face,
his staring, unseeing eyes glar-
ing with the horror in his heart
as the bullets Of his former
friend plowed through his flesh.
Rich, who had witnessed the
whole affair, grinned when Cars
ton looked his way.
Pretty shootin' boss, couldn't
have done as well myself. But
while you was doin' that, this
here tainted"
He pointed to the PROSTATE
form Of Julie, who, for the first
time had seen her employer in
his true role-that Of q heart
less, mercilesS killer.
"Ought to pump her full O.
lead, too, Richie boy, but she'll
be handy for US later on. Drag
this louse," indicating the body
of Young, down to the quick
lime pit an drop him in. An say,
when he Splashes, don't get any
of that lime on your clothes.
It eats hell out O. blue serge.
I'll take care of the lady,"
The Attack
A few moments later five fast
touring cars, each containing
seven Federal agents, drove up
the approach to the Castle. AS
if being directed by some unseen
commander, the cars separated,
drove to various points of want
age around the grim, granite
walls, and stopped. Like soldiers
deploying under Shellfire, the
Federal men scurried from their
machines and sought cover in
thickets, behind trees and any
where else where they could be
hidden and still see the object
Of their assault-CarSton'S here
tofore impregnable Castle.
Directly up to the huge steel
gate at the entrance Of the
Castle drove a long figure-Brad-
ford-and strode out at the COM
plete mercy Of any rifleman in
the Castle.
Unflinchingly but with his
heart in his mouth-the intrepid
special agent-reporter walked up
the path and pulled the bell-cord
which hung on the steel gate.
Somewhere within the vast castle
a bell tinkled.
There was a moments pause,
and q voice answered from with
in the wall:
who the hell's that?"
"Bill Bradford. I want to talk
to Carston."
"Ain't that lovely2" the voice
replied. Mister Carston don't
usually like to talk to youse stool
pigeons, but seein' as you're a
special kind of pigeon maybe he'll
speak wild you for a moment"
Bradford stood in silence before
the great gate, his pulse hammer
ing against his temples, the hand
with which he clutched a Snub-
nosed revolver in his pocket wet
with perspiration. Three-four-
almost five minutes passed when
from within the granite wall the
voice Of Alex Carston rang out:
Bradford, I gave you my
answer over the telephone. I've
got nothing more to say to you.
Julie is here with me, and II you
don't believe it I'll let her sing
for you." Within the walled en-
closure Carston twisted jules
arm behind her back until she
screamed in pain.
Bill Shuddered as Carston con-
tinued.
"I've got you licked, Bradford.
and I'll kill your woman. That's
all I've got to say"
A second later a shot rang out
and a bullet kicked up the dust
at Bills feet.
"All right, Carston, had hoped
you'd see sense, but you've asked
for it,.
AS he spoke Bill whirled and
: Zi0-Za0ped hack tn hiS car