The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-04-22
SERIAL STORY
 nnDnED AnNEMTllDE OREN ARNOLD ~ ING

when the Tafoya woman wal jailed, land they were sticking us no fooling about that"
 They had left the federal court room when the judges secretary hailed them in the hall.
 Phone call for you gentlemen From your headquarters"
 They went in and Sherry took the receiver.
 Listen, Starr, some woman: been phoning for either you oi Kildare. She swears it's an emer- gency. wouldn't tell her where you were, but she said please tc get you and she would call back here soon."
 That's a factl" Sherry parked Listen - she didn't give her name? All right, tell her to hold the line when she calls. We're hop ping there fastl"
 It was Betty Mary, of course. They had to wait half an hour for her when they got to headquarters, and they almost became nervous wrecks under the ordeal. They both tried to answer the telephone.
 "H-hello!" Hope finally man. aged.
 MT. Starr? MT. Kildare2"
 "It's me, Hope. Glory, it's good to hear youl You all right?"
 Certainly But thanks. Now listen - don't mention my name, but do you know anybody named Peralta? A navy officer, or sailor maybe, or anything like that?"
 Why, uh, no. No, I don't Why?"
 well, some way, our friend in Juarez is sending cocaine to a man named Peralta, as near as I can judge. Peralta is somewhere in this country. And - it is coming by submarine. Probably landed from a foreign submarine, I'd guess of the California coast. Can you tip of the California federal officers about it, maybe?"
 Sure! But - wait"
 Hope paused to tell Sherry what sch had said. There was a moment of excited whispering, although whispering was hardly necessary there in their own private office Then Hope picked up the receiver again.
 Thanks lady, you're dream girl to us, no foOling! What mean - Sherry doped 1t out right quick. It's not California. It's Fl Paso. Thanks again. Say I - we got a lot to tell you. Where car we meet you?"
 You can't. I'm under cover still. Don't try It."
 LAW listen! Me and Sherry - we both - say, you can't do this tc us!"
 What do you want to tell me Hope? I'm in Fl Paso, in a private phone booth. I'm a silly giddy tourist over here for more art ma terials, and maybe a picture show before I go back to Juarez this afternoon. I have a date tonight with my picturesque friend. But what do you want?"
 My glory, kid, we want to make listen, what theater you going to?"
 Never mind! Goodby."
 She hung up on him, and promptly altered her plans. She knew they would watch for her at the better picture shows now. And she had too valuable start in her under-cover work to risk meeting them. Without further ado she bought a few colored pencils ano took, a taxicab back to Mexico.
 She spent most of the afternoon in the Juarez plaza, thinking il best to carry on her artist act Fortunately, she really did have talent at sketching. And she knew it was best to be seen as often as possible in the tourist character she assumed.
 She was to meet Luis Barro al 2 D. m. for dinner. But he did not keep the date. Discreetly, she in- quired about him, when the cash fer in The Place of the Sleeping Monk was alone for a short time Already she had the cashier partial confidence, posing as a member of the Barro organization.
 "He leaves no word, senorita, the man told her. "He have some- thing big in mind, or he never leave a pretty senorita alone, be assured" He spoke a very under