The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-08-25

Ahead Of him shone the lights OF
the highway. "A low stone wall
dividing the property of Richard
Craftonbury- Adamsfrom the pub
Lie thoroughfare, rose to bar his
way. The Ape, going good now,
took II in bis stride. A moment
later he was in the field where they
had left the car.
With a suppressed cry Of tri-
umph he leapt into the vehicle
switched on the lights. In a second
he had inserted the key In the ig-
milton and started the motor. But
just as he was heading the car out
of the field, be received q shock
that aeYitarily chilled bis blood
"Step on it. !" said a voice from
the seat behind him.
The Ape flashed around. Their
he relaxed.
"Dottie!n he exclaimed.
"Don't ask why I'm here, Miss
| South instructed him. "JuSt drive.
The Ape was willing to drive
But he was not prepared to refrain
from asking questions.
How'd you know where de car
wuz?" he inquired.
81 found it by using my head,
Miss South informed MIN. 81 knew
| the Chiseler would leave 1t some
where handy. And I'll tell you
something more, Angel-Face. If
you hadn't had the keys I'd have
been halfway to New. York al
ready.
BY now they were speeding
| down the~main road in the direc-
tion of the hamlet just men
toned.
Say" demanded the Ape inter
estedly. How come you bring out
da wrong guy. Dottie?"
This was subject upon which
Miss South cared not to dwell.
"If'sa long story, she said, in q
tone calculated to discourage fur
Their questioning.
For ten miles they flew along in
| silence.
''Heyl" said Coletti suddenly.
who wuz dat guy socked. any
how?r
Miss South took a breath.
THAT" she said, was the guy
who owns that estate"
de big erl nuckymuck?" Co
lett inquired.
Miss South nodded vaguely.
"But / fought he wuz in Yur-
rup, said the Ape.
"He was. He came home unex-
pectedly."
"Wul, geez, said the Ape. He'd
be as good a snatch as de other
| hug" He peered at Miss South in
i alarm. "WlaatSa matter wild you,
anyway, Dottie? Losin' yer grip?"
/ Miss South looked at the Ape
| with an expression that might
have been distant cousin to a0-
miration.
Good Lord. Ape.T she cried
For onoe you seem to be right j
was fool not to have thought Of
! that IL guess was a little con.
fused for the moment. Turn
around quick. There may be time
wet"
Celetti did so. The car Eoared,
back toward Saltairt Acres
In. a few minutes they were
4 again abreast of the wall that
| bounded Mr.. Adams's estate on the
highway side. Leaping out they
| picked their way carefully back
through the parklands But fifty
yards from their goal, they stopped
short. Through the trees they
! could see lights swinging and the
i freeze bore voices to their ears. II
was only too apparent that some.
one had beaten them to it.
| Miss South looked at the Ape.
The Ape looked at Miss South.
i WELL Coletti," she said, "the
games up. We're scramming."
"An' how" said the Ape, with
feeling.
Champion Champer
MR.. RICHARD CRAFTONBURY
I'VE ADAMS was one of the cham
pion champers of all time. When
ever anything got into his mouth
it was his invariable custom to
champ on 1t forthwith. And. as q
general rule, the havoc wrought
by his champing was terrible in
1.-THE extreme.
Wherefore. awakening in the
pitch-black Of the smokehouse
with the headache to end head
aches and finding his mouth fun
of what seemed like somebody S
old bathing-suit, Richard Grafton
bury began to champ Immediately.
The fact that Mr.. A d M S
champed bis way to freedom in an
incredibly short time IS not to be
taken as a Slrr upon the handi-
work Of Mr.. Ape Coletti Quite the
contrary. The wonder is that Mr.
Coletti's gag held out as long as II
did. Mr.. Coletti was a good gagger.
one of the best in the business. But,
& in Mr.. Adams, he was simply up
against something very. very
tough.
Crashing, tearing. biting, rip
ping, Slashing, rending and snort
/ ing. Mr.. Adams proceeded to show
the cock-eyed world what an oil
tycoon can do when aroused The
gag offered stubborn resistance.
! But ins short time one Of Mr..
Adams's canine teeth got a grip
| on the outer handkerchief.
There was q rending sound. Mr..
Adams gathered himself and rent
| further. The gag fought back
| fiercely, but futilely. Presently It
was al over but the shouting. Mr..
Adams sat Up, splitting out lint,
rawlings, shred and small hum
! bled bits Of fabric III general. Then
| the shouting began, IN a big way
| s'Helpip shouted Richard Graf
tonbury, in a voice that would
khave shamed Stentor. Help,
dammit Somebody get me out Of
here"
il Continued tomorrow.