The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1939-12-04
The Lady Is Reckless
By EDEN
I signaIed
By ROB EDEN

o. ShauEnneSSss ndu JUS
for the cavalcade to stop.
This dirt road is the only way
out of Fenwick's hideout.' he ex-
plained to the officer. IF we block
the road here, we've got EN-
trapped"
o'shaughnessy leaped out, and
with a few sharp orders. deployed
the half dozen motorcycle men who
had accompanied them. across the
road. The car and the motorcycles
they marked in a solid line. From
the police car, the captain brought
out two sub-machine guns and sew
eral sawed-off shotguns.
Several OF the men who had
ridden in the squad car with him
had rifles.
with the road blocked to his
satisfaction, o'Shaughnessy sig
nailed the men from his car and
started UP the hill. Brock, pro-
ducing his automatic he had taken
from the guard he knocked out,
joined the officer.
You're not coming along, Bob,
o'Shaughnessy said. This Is
police job"
But, Cap. Jill is up there! I've
got to go! I'm going to go,
whether you give me permission
or not"
Shrugs Shoulders
The officer glanced at him,
shrugged his shoulders, and then
grunted:
"okay, come on along. It's your
funeral"
Bob glanced up. and then shout
ed:
Look. Cap, here they come"
The officer followed his point
ing arm and saw a big car burst
from the trees and come careen-
ing down the hill. 1t was followed
closely by a second car.
Get back" O'Shaughnessy or
dered his men. They scattered
across the road, thanking the bar
rier Of motorcycles and the police
car.
IF they try to break through.
shoot the tires off their cars!
Don't shoot into the cars, they've
got a girl with themw
First Car
The motor of the first car was
wide open, and roaring like an air.
plane as it swung into sight.
Brock stepped into the road and
held up his hand. O'Shaughnessy
leaped up beside him, a sub
machine gun pointed at the on
coming car.
Stop he shouted, but his voice
was lost in the roar of the car.
The driver of the car saw them
at that moment, saw the barrier
ahead of him, and the car slowed
around wildly, almost overturning
as the wheels skidded in the soft
road.
Peers At Them
Jill, white-faced, was peering at
them through the windshield and
Brock shouted at the men not to
shoot.
The car came to a sputtering
stop, and the officers rushed for
ward.
Bob tore open the door at the
side Of the car and Jill tumbled
out into his arms.
End OF Line
"All right, Fenwick and the rest
of you, up with your hands! This
is the end of the line!" Onslaught
messy ordered. The muzzle of his
deadly machine gun was aimed at
the politicians chest.
"You win," Fenwick answered,
in a weak voice. Just a minute"
He pushed Joe Rothbury out the
door of the car and made as
though to follow him.
Suddenly, there was a shot, and
Fenwick crumpled on the floor Of
the car.
Jill screamed.
Hes shot himself! He's shot
himself" Rothbury cried excitedly
turned toward his employer. He
was pushed roughly aside by
O'Shaughnessy, who turned Fem
wick's head so he could look into
his face.
Shakes Head
He turned, shaking his head.
well, that's that" he said. ITS
job for the coroner"
Grab those other men in the
second car" he ordered his men.
The open touring car had slid to
a stop behind the limousine. Frank,
at the wheel, had his hands in the
air.
The man called Tim was slumped
over against the side Of the seat
BY the side of the road, Jill was
in Bobs arms.
"Oh, Bob, was just about to
break down when they found you
had escaped. They were going to
torture you'll couldn't have stood
that"
you darling" he whispered,
kissing the tears from her eyes and
holding her tightly in his arms.
My darling"
The End.