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I HE COLBORNE EXPRESS,; COLBORNE, ONT., NOV. 17, 1938 V% DICK TRACY FANS? "Sportsman Flies High77 by Lawrence Keating Detective Dan Colwell of the Graber - Vael private detective agency is assigned the job of shadowing lawyer Arthur McDonald whose wife fears gangster enemies are plotting to murder him. McDonald is murdered in spite of Colwell's watchfulness. Dan is hot on their trail and suspects a sinister plot. . . . Neither Quillen nor Bradshaw was in the lobby. Colwell turned back the way he had come and slowly became aware that people hurried past him with an air of excitement and curiosity. Then a squad car siren whined and the vehicle twisted in a sharp right angle to plunge down the alley. Dan moved faster. Sure enough, deep in the alley was a close-packed knot of people. By standing on tiptoe Colwell could see over the heads of his neighbors two uniformed men who rose and stood aside for the squadmen. "Soup Catterby," one growled. "Somebody jammed a knife right through that pretty striped tie. Say, that's the niftiest tie I seen today, and it's my birthday. Thirty-nine. I got two swell ties from Clara, and from-- "What the hell--Catterby ?" "How come Soup went out from a knife? Who did it?" One of the policemen shrugged. "Where's the quick? I told Sarg. to shoot over one of them doctors. Not that he could do much: Soup was plenty dead when we found Another Knife Straining to see better, Colwell did at last attain a partial view. Bradshaw, alias Soup Catterby, huddled grotesquely in alley filth, his shoulders against the brick wall of a skyscraper. A look of unspeakable agony etched lines from his twisted nose to his mouth, from the corners of his mouth downward, and in parallel grooves in his gaunt cheeks. He had the same terrible expression McDonald had worn. A knife, its handle slimy with blood, was sunk to the very hilt in his chest. "Betcha it's his own?" one of the policemen exclaimed. "Look, he's wearin' the scabbard under his pants, and it's empty!" Colwell threaded his wray out of the crowd. It appeared that Quillen thought his pal had tried to doublecross him--that he figured Bradshaw, alias Catterby, had obtained that package from the newsstand by the magic name Sweeney, and had sent it to some hiding place by a confederate. Dan felt genuinely sorry for Soup Catterby. It was his fault that he had been murdered by the revengeful Quillen jumping at conclusions. Although the dead man himself had participated in a murder an hour or so ago; he was "I am very sorry, Mrs. McDonald," Dan reported over the telephone later. "I have some very bad news and I don't know how to tell you. Brace yourself, Mrs. McDonald. It's very bad indeed. "If you want it stranght out then, something has happened to your husband. I thought perhaps the police had been there? Something very serious. I'm sorry, Mrs. McDonald, but your husband was murdered an hour or so ago." He waited. Several gasps came to his ears and a wailing "Oh dear! Oh dear!" She went through her act, but it did not strike Colwell as a very good act. She never could earn a living in the smallest stage part that required emotion. Of course, when one poses as the wife of a man who lived and died a bachelor. . . . No "Mrs. McDonald" There was no Mrs. McDonald and never had been. Colwell had been aware of that from the first. He listened attentively, putting in a word here and there. Gradually the lawyer's imposter wife calmed her tumultuous grief that should, to be convincing, have been a trifle less tumultuous and a bit more hysterical. "I know who the murderers are, Mrs. McDonald." That stirred her! Colwell had thought it would. She was breathless an instant. "You do?" "Yes. But I haven't informed the police yet. We'll have to, soon, of course, but your instructions in Mr. Graber's office-- Yes, there were two. It was with a knife, in a taxi-cab during a traffic tieup. Corner of Broadway and Alton. "What's that? No, but I'd know them. Later, one killed the other with his own knife. Both desperate characters." Dan'e eyes roved to the corners. That jarred her too! "I thought there might be some little thing, unimportant, of course, which you might not care to have get out?" Mrs. McDonald was very disturbed that he knew the remaining killer. . . . Colwell had the impression she paused to confer with someone at her elbow, although he could not be certain. "I have your 'phone number but haven't looked up Mr. McDonald's home address yet; will you give it to me? Oh, I see." Colwell nodded to the mouthpiece. Dan hung up and stepped out of the booth. He fished a cigarette from his pack and lighted it. The thing grew more complicated. But thinking back he could detect no error on his part. He had that package, and that was okay! Colwell thought it was working all right. This case ought to be profitable. His taxicab drew up to the somewhat tattered canvas canopy whose begrimed white letters spelled Kennebec Hotel. Dan paid off the dri- ver and paused on the sidewalk to gaze about him. The Kennebec was a ten-story affair of tan brick in a neighborhood that once had been fashionable as attested by the few sprawling mansions which still had evaded the wreckers. Mostly there were other lower middle class apartments about, and delicatessens with smoked windows. A balloon man waited glumly on the far corner, a few automobiles rolled past, and there were several young women pushing baby carriages that contained the small sons and daughters of two-hundred-a-month clerks watching clocks downtown. Colwell did not relish the visit he was going to pay. He drew a deep breath of reluctance and forced his steps toward the revolving door. But it seemed absolutely necessary to put his head into the lion's mouth this once. He had to learn the exact application of those numbers on the slip of paper found on the running board of McDonald's taxi. They were of great value, he suspected with a thrill warming his breast. Enough to put a man on Easy Street for life! Beoause a quarter of a million dollars more in snow soon was due, Arthur McDonald, brains of the ring, had received the thirty thousand dollar package merely as a try-out of the smuggling scheme. Quillen wanted that, but more, he wanted the big shipment. That was why he had killed the lawyer, to get it all for himself. Probably McDonald had tried to hold out on the small package, arousing Quillen's hate and greed and the decision to get McDonald out of the way. That two hundred and fifty thousand in narcotics would put this small capture Dan had lucked into, in the When, exactly, was the big stuff due and how was it coming? If he was clever enough he might learn that in the apartment of Miss Helen Fane. But he would have to run the gantlet up there and it wasn't going to be fun! The small hotel lobby panelled in dark wood was indirectly lighted to give a sort of garishly modern version of an old English inn. Dan kept thinking the next few minutes would be risky. He stopped at the desk. "Miss Fane's apartment 707? By Issue 46--'38 A the way, has a Mr. Quillen, a n;an in a dark suit, rather wide mouth, big shorlders, come in to see her?" "No, sir, not today, sir, that I It's Urgent" Lefty was known here, then. Had been giving the girl a play, Dan happened to know. The clerk looked in surprise at the five-spot Colwell passed him. "Say, did you ever visit people and wish you had an excuse to leave? Do a favour for me. You ring me up in 707 just thirty minutes from now. I'll do the talking; the point is, you are a friend who knew I'd be there, and you insist on seeing me. It's very urgent." He strove for a Don Juan grin. "You know how it is when a man can't break away from a woman?" 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