The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-08-21
ny IDA RlllER GLEASON
AST OF CHARACTERS

CAST OF CHARACTERS
KATHLEEN O'SHAN - hero
inc, writer of greeting card verse
verse.
BOB MeTAvISH-hero, detee'
tive story writer.
PAT-the jsnitor who played
Cupid.
PROFESSOR BRAcEY-Esyp'
telogist.
Yesterday: Thinking back over
the meeting at the Duchess Bob
suddenly recalls where he had
frat seen Professor Braeey!
CHAPTER TX
Threading his way reekleSSiy
through the traffic of the city
streets, Bob hurried to police
headquarters, where he looked up
his friend. Steve Carnshan. More
than once Steve had given him
the lead for a good plot IN eS-
change for a cigar and a few
minutes adroit questioning. steve
was one of the men who actually
read his yarns. When he found
out why Bob hung about so per-
Sistently and whenever things
slowed up, he was quite willing 10
discuss his own exploits in detail.
None of the thrilling captures ne
had made, or the hair-ralslng
escapes he had had. lost srythin%
in his account of them. But Bob
was satisfied 10 sit through many
minutes of boaStful mementos FOR
the sake of the few scattered
IDEAS which he could use. Besides,
in Steve's opinion. Bob was the
greatest living author. This was
due perhaps TO the fact that the
detectives knowledge of anything
pertaining to literature was
Scanty. to say the least.
Now Steve removed his feet
from the battered chair in front
of him and looked up with inter
est as Bob pushed open the door.
eli" he greeted him. What's
on YOUR chest so early in the day?
Another deadline to make? Or IS
the beautiful heroine about TO be
Ted poison"
Bob grinned. handed over the
cigar, and perehed himself on a
corner of the desk. They're sure
handing her something that may
prove to be poison" he answered.
That's why ] came down TO talk
20 you"
Steve pushed his hat over one
ear and screwed his face into
what he considered literary
rrown. SHOOT" he ordered in his
pest official tone.
"That yarn you were telling me
about the guy who came over
rom London with that Egyptian
,iece for the Museum, remem-
,er?" Bob began. "You know. the
me who brought in some stuff OF
his own duty free. Hidden IN the
Did statue, wasn't it?' e
at was. and how" Steve ,put-
ed out his chest and settled back
n his chair. That's what comes
If spending the public's money on
,ome old wreck of a thing that
. init got as much real value as
hat cigar"
Rob 6Ohted a cigaret. Culture
md art, man. A lot OF folks
would be out of jobs, if they did
lot have such things to rave
about. | know. went to an
,rtists' party recently and heard
EN- 90 on about composition, line
and color. until it'd make your
,ead swim just to listen. But
,bout this statue for the Museum
now? Did you find out the ship,
nent had been tempered with and
.atch the fellow who did It!
ayes and no." answered Steve.
you see this fool thing was
brought from a reliable firm IN
london that gets such things for
museums and collectors, and a
nan came along with it to be sure
hat il got here okay. That's
where the smuggling part comes
n. The statue was of some silly
ooking Egyptian god, Osi-
Osiris"
"That's the boy. II wasn't very
BIC and was carved out of some
lind of soft stone ,awfully dingy
md streaked-looking. Why any
)ne'd want il, is beyond me. =.
"There's where the art part OF
comes in" Bob suggested.
Steve nodded. 81 guess so.
Well. IL seems this guy who came
dong with il. had a little racket
,f his own on the side, buying up
NJ stealing jewels on the other
,ide and sneaking them in here
,ast our customs. That's why he
rot a lob with this outfit that
hipped things from London. No
me would ever suspect the repre-
sentative of such reliable house.
because of this setup his scheme
rad been working fine. But ne
'inally stubhed his toe> on THIS
tatue thing" ...
! Chow Gomez" prompted Bob
O hurry the story to the end be-
ore Steve might be called out.
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