Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1937-12-30

A hand held a scrap of paper
within the light of match. The
same voice said:
"It's the picture of the dame who
said: He was swell-dressed fella.
Guess I'll have to date her up!"
The other man closed his hand
over the match.
"You an your DANES! Forget 'em
for tonight, or you'll crack up on
this job. Come on!"
AS Brooke dressed in her room,
the words and suggestive laugh of
the man who had produced the pic
ture kept boiling up through her
jubilation over Sans success,
through the unacceptable memory of
Mark Trent's eyes and voice as he
had caught her in his arms.
She was adjusting a rhinestone
and synthetic emerald clip to the
shoulder of her white satin frock
when thought forked through her
mind like lightning. The amber
and brown eyes of the looking glass
girl frowning back at her widened
with amazement; her red lips
moved.
"He said-he said-'I'n have to
date her up!'"
In an instant she was on the floor
beside her desk with a big manila
envelope in her lap. She pulled out
a bunch of clippings. She had it!
the picture of girl, Maggie Cas-
sidy, and under it the caption:
"She said that the man she saw
in the garage was swell-dressed
fella."
The waiter who had shown the
other man the clipping was the Bath
Crystal Bandit, the man she had
recognized at the Supper club! He
was the man who had tied up Hunt
in the garage! Was he also the muir.
derer of Lola Hunt?
Why was the man in Mark Trent's
house tonight? His pal had said:
"Forget 'em, or you'll crack up on
this job" What job? Something big
must have tempted him to come so
near the scene of his last hold-up,
or had that newspaper headline stat
ing that he was being followed to
Canada made him feel secure?
What was he after? More jewels?
Get peek at Mrs. Gregory out
front, third row, center. She's blaz'
ing with jools."
Jed Stewards words answered
Brooke's question as clearly as if
whispered in her ear. The man had
come for Mrs. Gregory's diamonds.
She must notify the police! She
snatched her hand from the tele-
phone in it's cradle on the desk.
Not that. Wires had ears. She
would go herself. Across the cause
way. To Inspector Harrison at
headquarters. She could 60 and be
back before she was missed. Sup
pose she were stopped on the way!
Where was Henri? Was he in on
this? She must locate him before
she left the house.
She caught up green velvet
wrap, stuffed some bills into her
emerald satin bag. Pelted down the
stairs, into the living-room toward
the bell. Stopped. Where was the
parrot? He was not in his cage!
Had he made another break for
freedom? She looked between the
gilded bars. What seemed to be
merely bunch of green feathers
lay stiffly on the bottom.
well, if this isn't just one of
those days!" she said aloud.
ooh, Brooke!" Jerry Field called
from the hall.
AS she appeared in the doorway,
he exclaimed:
'sOf all the gorgeous creatures!
You look like a million!"
GERRY, drive me across the
causeway, will you? Quick!"
"What's the matter?"
II must 60. Is your road
ster here?"
LEFT it by your garage"
"By the garage!"
Brooke's blood CONCEALED. Sup
pose as they stepped into the car the
two crook walters should appear for
a tub of ice cream? Would the men
suspect her errand? Into her mind
flashed her reply to Mark Trent:
"That's quite a suggestion that I
end the poor boys torment. will.
Tonight"
What a thought for this crisis!
What thought!
"Wait minute, Jerry! While I'm
upstairs, set the parrots cage in the
back hall, please. II can't bear
to have it here. You'll see why"
She raced up the stairs, charged
into her bedroom, pulled a suit
case from the shelf. On the way
down, she took the two lowest stairs
in jump. She thrust the case into
Fields hand.
"What's the big idea?"
"Don't - ask - questions! Let's
go!"
"You can't walk in the snow in
those white satin sandals, you'll
ruin the green heels"
She pushed him toward the door.
"Get going! Get going!"
"Well, I'll be darned! Come on"
Brooke felt the dampness BETWEEN
the straps of her sandals. 1t seemed
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