The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-08-22
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BY EDWIN RUTT
CAST OF CHARACTERS

Connecticut home.
SALLY PENNINGTON-hero-
inc. Blond, pretty, she has in
herited the other half Of the
home. Together they turn il into
a "Restratorium."
Yesterday: The Restatorium
fast becomes a haywire house,
what with gangsters, magieisns
and now Miss Frenimore, who
turns out to be a neurotic klcp.
tomaniac.
CHAPTER XIII
"Klcptomaniac?" Cried Sally,
in dismay. "Well, that's the last
straw. What on earth are we go
ing to do with her."
Kinks pondered.
"Why do anything" he said.
at last. "kleptomaniacs aren't
dangerous. They don't know why
they take things or what they
take or where they put 'em.
They're just sort of unconscious" y
"Delightful people to have
around" Sally murmurcd.
Al this point Mrs. Clipstack
seized her broom and stumpcd
out. Mrs. ClipStack wa sdisgusted
with the "goings-on."
ITS tough luck" Kinks said,
but you know our motto. The
customer is always right Well
just have to return whatever she
pinches and say nothing. Can't
afford to lose a paying guest"
ooh, Lord" walled Sally. "Pm
entirely surrounded by lunaticS
and gangsters. What am going
to dO?"
"You could marry me-" Kinks
suggested.
"And live with a lunatic the
rest of my life? If you remember
Mr.. Parker, you founded this
asylum" But as she said il. hel
blue eyes seemed to melt sud
denly.
SalIy's agitation might have
been increased had she known
that, at the precise moment wheI
Mr.. Bill Griffin was informing
them of the loss of his revolver
an unIovcIy individual was sneak
ing into the Preston grounds. He
wore cloth cap pulled over hi
eyes and his pittcd face bristlet
wit ha three days growth of rust
colored stubblc. Mr.. Red Seal;
was hcnchman in the gant
headed by the Little Cheese. An'
he had driven the car which hac
pursued Messrs. Griffin and Spal
DIM into the PcAnington-Parkel
| RcStatorium.
Because one Nick the Ferret
/ his companion on that occasion
| had been so impudent as to stol
bullet with his right shoulder
they had been obliged to retreat
| But after driving Nick the Fcrrc
back to the city, Mr.. Scala hat
returned to Connecticut the fol
lowing night. NJ T.. Scala had al
excellent reason for wishing t.
track down Bull Griffin.
Recently. due to one or TIVE
peccadillosthat smacked Of thu
double-cross. Mr.. Scala had in
Cured the displcasure Of the Lit
tie Cheese Wherefore. it behoov
ed him to get back into the gooC
graccS of his licgc lord. And tn
best way to do this, Mr.. Seal;
knew, was to assist materially il
the rubbing out of Bull Griffin.
From a minor and disloya
member Of the Griffin gang, Mr.
Scala had learned that Bull hat
interests in Connecticut, especial
" in New Haven. And since tn
minor member had Informed hin
that Mr.. Griffin had not returned
to the Bronx on the day following
the shooting near Winstock. Mr.
Scala concluded that Mr.. Griffin
still lurked in the Nutmeg State
Accordingly, for several days
he had accommodated in the vicin
ity of New Haven and in the sur
rounding country. And thisaftcr
noon his efforts had been re
wardcd. Driving on the mail
highway, with the cloth cap wei
down over his eyes, he had beer
amazed to perceive Messrs. Grif
fin and Spaldini ambling uncon
cerncdly along the road. Mr.
Scala had stopped his car ant
watched from afar. To his sur
prise they had turned off on tina
little side road which ran to the
house where the gun battle hat
taken lace.
Mr.. Scala had waited till the!
were out of sight. then parked
his car and stolen along the river
bank. From behind a large busl
at the end Of Mrs. Preston's gar
den, he beheld Bull Griffin him
self, in converse with a young
woman and a young man. Ant
Bull was in his shirtsleeves. JUS
like one of the family. Mr.. Seal;
lcapt to the not-unnatural con
clusion that Mr.. Griffin was no
only living here in this house. bu
was hand-in-glove with the in
mates.
1t was all he wanted to know
Backing furtively out of Mrs
Preston's garden. he sluno aloni
the river to his car. Climbing
hastily in, he headed for New
York.
The reason that Mr.. Scala die
not shoot Mr.. Griffin from the
shrubbery and so divide the glory
of his demise with no man is
simple. Mr.. Scala was not al
honest-to-goodness gunman. HI
feared guns. They were always
going off unexpectedly and they
upset his nerves. As a stool
pigeon. an informer, a Stooge, anC