Evening star., 1936-01-19
THIS WEEK

Olic vi lilc IildShto Illell raised tne
muzzle of a sawed-off shotgun The
other jerked a sub-machine gun into
action. Klay saw the barrel of the
shotgun become merely round black
hole pointed directly at his eyes.
This, then was the end
But the shotgun never exploded.
Glass crashed from a window. The man
with the shotgun dropped to one
knee, swayed drunkenly and pitched
forward on his face The man with the
sub-machine gun was literally blasted
back as charge of buckshot caught
him in the stomach and doubled him
up like jack-knife.
Captain Gregg, a sawed-of repeat
ing shotgun at his shoulder, stood
framed in the broken glass of the shat
tered window pane. Grim men in uni
form were moving out in the corridor
Gregg said, Il told you there were
some loyal men on the force, klay"
Klay whirled to Bernice, "Are you
hurt, my dear?" he asked. Tell me
you're not hurt!"
He saw only fiuttering garments.
hazel eyes, swift motion. He held out
his arms and in moment he felt her
young, sweet body nesting in his arms
His lips sought hers, and this time
there was no board-like rigidity about
her lips.
He was conscious of motion behind
him. conscious of Captain Gregg's
voice saying, Damn it, where's that
appointment book" And then he
heard the jubilant voice of Rose Tobin.
wait, you fool! Can't you see he's
busy?"
1t seemed like some vague vision of
unreality as they rode toward Captain
Gregg's Office at the Jail, where the
C-Men had set up temporary head
quarters. Klay felt the warmth of
Bernice's hand cuddled in his. He
heard, almost in his ear. the heavy
breathing of Judge Durane whose
world was topping about his ears. The
closed car was rendolent of perfume
which emanated from Rose Tobin.
Captain Gregg's broad shoulders were
planted behind the steering wheel.
I'm ruined, Berry," Judge Mid
wick said, in a pathetic undertone to
his niece.
mo you aren't" Klay interjected.
The mere fact that these men knew
they would have to kill you to get
possession of that book is proof of your
integrity"
Captain Gregg slowed the car.
Look therew he exclaimed.
G-Men we're raiding the "Helming-
for-C Congress" headquarters. From in
side came the roar Of firearms. A glass
window crashed and fell to the side
walk in tinkling of glass. A red neon
sign, swinging drunkenly from its sup
port. was loosened as someone ripped
a burst of fire from sub-machine gun.
The red lights blazening the name of
Helming to the night heavens blotted
into blackness.
Captain Gregg, twisting his lips
until his cigar stuck up at an angle
under one eye, turned and said. "You
know, this town isn't going to be such
bad place when the G-Men get done"
THAT depends" Klay said. upon
whether they can get a confession from
Richmond that my brother was
framed"
Captain Gregg squared his shoul-
ders. Son." he said. ''you leave that
to me. I've been wanting a free hand
with that crowd for long time. In
side of half an hour you'll find both
Richmond and Vane are fighting to see
which can squeal the louder"
Judge Durane said, Il trust, Gentle
men, that l might have the privilege
of telephoning the Governor and petit
tioning a pardon for Hugh Klay.
thereby atoning in some measure for
the ini,tstice did him. Good Heavens