Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1941-01-29

tensed. Wild thoughts were racing
through his mind, pictures of q
flaming wreck that would be the
funeral pyre for four people If he
couldn't bring the nose Of the plane
up. Then slowly, ever so slowly,
1t seemed to Kelly, the ship re-
sponded to his touch. In . moment
he knew he had won.
James Crosley was murmuring
dazedly, Good boy. Good boy.
:" Sherr spoke wonderingly,
you did it! Oh, Kelly, you did 1t!
I've finally seen you in action, dar-
ling. You did i'll" Her voice died
down in a sob.
Put on those cabin lights,
Sherr!" She struggled to the switch.
Kelly looked down at his wrists
Blood was streaming from a dozen
slashes. Kelly turned. but Sherr
was there at his side. leaning over
Unite me-" she directed Kelly
seeadied the stick between his knees
and struggled with the knot. The
blood on his hands made the rope
horribly slippery, but he finally sue
ceeded in loosing Sherr.
His eyes started in surprise then
for Sherr quickly bent down and
stripped off her stockings, then tore
the hem from her slip. With the
stockings she quickly applied two
makeshift tourniquets, using her
shoes as levers. Kelly protested,
but he knew she was right. He could
easily bleed to death. Sherr bound
the cuts on Kelly's wrists, but al
loWSd the fingers freedom.
1t was not an easy task landing
the plane, Kelly had to think of the
gasoline sprinkled over the cabin,
and the hot exhaust that might at
any time set the ship aflre. Then,
too, his hands were numb and al
most life.> from the tourniquets,
but Sherr alterila.,-. released and
applied the pressure to her shoes
so that Kelly was able finally, I'M
der Sherr's directions, to bring the
plane down at the municipal air.
port. The lights had been quickly
turned on at the sound of the ships
motor, flooding the field in bright
relief patterns.
As the wheels touched, James
Crosley became again the man who
was accustomed to doing things.
I'll call an ambulance The police
can pick up Crouch and Slick and
be on the lookout for John ODian
I won't mention George Gregory"
II wanted one chance at those
thugs" Kelly shrugged, but" and
he looked ruefully down at his
hands, they'd take me now, I'm
afraid"
Sherr and Edna Mannon were
holding his arms tightly as though
they never would let 60. James
Crosley jumped from the plane and
hurried through the curious crowd
that had gathered.
The police found John ODian.
His lifeless body was buried deep in
the treacherous mud of salt fiat
marsh. His parachute had not
opened 1t was still strapped upon
his back.
Two very happy. very crazy peo-
pie were standing on deserted.
apartment lined street, staring at
their watches. A taXicab was cruis-
inv e1ou.l,, tou-o ~ than Thu ~ O n
an amazingly tall individual looked
down intentlv at the vivid. beautiful
girl at his side. She nodded silently
to the question in his eyes. The
man waved his hand. The taxi
cab nudged into the curb.
yes. sir" the driver said. smil-
inely. He flung open the door.
The tall man and the dark-haired
girl climbed into the back seat. The
driver turned and his blocky face
was creased with wide smile
Where to, sir?" Tim. Grogan asked
"Sherbyville. my good man. said
Kelly Madigan And this time it's
on me-" He thought Of the en-
thusiasm of the publisher whom
James Crosley had cudgled into
reading a very heavy manuscript.
I'VE want to thank man for
marrying U.S." Sherr Madigan
turned her soft lips toward him.
The taxi slid of into the shining
night
(CopyriRht. 1a41. The Chicaso
Daily News, Inc)
CTHE END)