The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-04-03
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hit Tino on the mouth, felling him. An angry crowd surged in on him. Tino scrambled to his feet, blood on his mouth, and whipped out a pistol from an overcoat pocket.
 stand backl" he commanded, in his shaking voice. Stand back, or I'll shoot" Then his voice mounted to a scream. q won't give up my life belt! I won't!" Holding the men at bay with the gun, he backed slowly to the doors, flung them open with the weight of his body, and disappeared along the boat deck.
 Jane cried out on impulse, and Dirk was the man who obeyed. He lunged through the door onto the deck.
 It was a weird manhunt the pas- sengers of the stricken s. s. Oceanic witnessed on the boat-deck. The waves still broke over the bow and flowed along the polished boards, rendering footing difficult. It was almost impossible for human be- ing to make any headway against the wind
 Tino had start, and was cling ing to the rail, pulling himself hand over hand against the wind His progress was incredibly slow as the rivers of water sucked about his legs, but Dirk's progress was not much faster.
 Dirk was in a crouching position, head down, making his way into the wind, trying to keep in the lee. He struggled up the cabin wall, oc- casionally holding on to demol- ished deck-chair in it's lashings.
 It was like pursuit in slow mo- ton. Tino's face was white and drenched with spray, and agonized. Dirk's was drenched but grim.
 A false hand-hold, one had step, would lose for either in the race. Tino lost his footing first, and a wave coming down the deck left him foundering like mad in the middle of the floor. Somehow he scrambled to his feet, and got hold of deckchair before he was swept away.
 Dirk was close behind him, nov ing cautiously now, for he saw that Tino, tiring rapidly in this strenu- ous work, was clutching his gun menacingly.
 The lights were dim on deck. Tino plunged into 8 band of blackness, and Jane saw the yellow flash and then heard the bark of the gun. a-<YnofnI f1otniIfA fn hear that the ship was breaking up on the reef, but to Jane this chase and death-grip was agony. She req lized now what Dirk really meant to her. She loved himl She had been mad to let him go out there after Tino. Tino had a gun, and he was 50 racked with fear that he was desperate.
 But with her face glued to the panes, she saw that Dirk was on the floor, rising on his hands and knees, unhurt.
 In this moment of relief Jane's thoughts raced along an impossible channel. Her mind was doubly alert; she correlated past events, time and place, like a drowning person. All in a flash. After mo- ment she turned to the detective and said, Now I know. I know. Tino isn't just a coward, afraid to give up his life belt to little girl. He's the murderer. He's the onel Tino killed Mamie Jackson and Lenz"
 An angry murmur ensued from the people around Jane, but Snow shoes simply stared at her. How do you know? If you had any clue that connected Tino with the crimes why didn't you reveal them? You were with him, on deck, at the time Mamie Jackson, got his" He shook finger at her, admonishing: You can't accuse the opera star, just because you've turned against him, 8 shocking coward who's threatening the life of the one you really care for
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