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= ve ee Page 6 THE HAILEYBURIAN.. ___ THURSDAY, _MAY. 1st, - 1930 HUNTED | 4 By Leslie McFarlane (Continued from Last Week) WHAT HAS ALREADY HAPPENED Dick Daly, a likeable young reporter de- spite the fact that he's a Scion of 'the idle rich, whose father has chucked him into newspaper work to make a man of him, is given a very unusual assignment by John K. Logan. editor and publisher of The Courier. The paper, in order to strengthen the position of its own candidate for mayor, and to show up the gen- eral inefficiency of the present mayor and the police department--who are in league with the underworld--challenges the officials to catch the reporter within five days, while he moves freely about the city, and thereby to demon- strate that their force is alert and capable. Chief of Police Webb and Chief of Detec- tives Hollins accept the challenge under the di- rection of Dignan, one of the smartest and most crooked political bosses the city has ever seen. Dignan also enlists the aid of Racey, a gangster, and his pals in the chase. Just after midnight Monday morning Daly leaves the basement of The Courier Then starts a series of amusing adyetures and nar row escapes, the accounts of which, given by Daly to Clergue, managing editor, are followed with glee by an eager public. Peter Kirk, an ex-convict whom Daly meets in the park and who warns him to be on the lookout for gangsters, offers him refuge when- ever he may need it. Kirk is in town for the purpose of ruining Hollins and another man, who have double-crossed him Daly is almost caught through the treachery of the telephone girl at the newspaper office He escapes by jumping into a car driven by Dorothy Corless, a beautiful girl, who recog- nizes him from his picture in the paper and who offers to aid him should he need help. She drops him, at his request, at Kirk's apart- ment, giving him her card with her address on it. Kirk tells Daly that Hollins' real name is Hulse, and that he's wanted up in Canada for embezzlement. Also that he has written proof that his other enemy is a murderer The phone rings and a woman's voice asks Kirk if he's alone. Not wishing to implicate Daly he answers that he is. GO ON WITH THE STORY There was a sharp knock at the apartment door. Alarmed, they glanced at each other. Kirk raised his finger to his lips in token of silence. The knock was repeated. Kirk gestured toward the bed- room. Swiftly and silently, Daly went over to it and closed the door quietly behind him. He heard Kirk open the outer door. There was a low-voiced conversation, but Daly could not distinguish any of the words. Kirk had stepped out into the hall, evidently desirous of keep- ing his caller out of the apart- ment. Daly sat down on the bed. He heard Kirk's voice raised sharply. Three staccato explosions burst out in a hollow clamor, separate and distinct, yet combining in one reverberating crash Abruptly the three shots roared in the echoing confines of the hallway, and then there followed a thud- ding of feet and a strangled cry. Daly wrenched open the door, and rushed out into the hall. He almost collided with Kirk, who was standing there with the wav- ering uncertainty of a drunken man, and who suddenly stepped forwe}-d, tottered, and fell limply against him. "Daly! Daly!" he groaned. Upstairs a door banged. Foot- steps thudded in the corridor overhead. "Inside," gasped Kirk. He was trying vainly to drag himself to the door, but his mus- cles would not respond. He clung to Daly, inert and helpless. A door opened across the hall. Daly had a glimpse of the aston- ished face of a man in a dressing gown, and then he dragged Kirk into the apartment. o The man stepped out into the hall. "The door, Daly! The door!" Kirk was trying to draw some- thing from his coat pocket. Daly swung him around, lost his hold, and Kirk staggered against the wall, then slumped to the floor in a crumpled heap. "What's the matter?" shouted the man in the hall, his face frightened. Daly kicked at the door. It slammed shut. The lock snapped. He bent over.Kirk. The man's face was gray. Sweat beaded on re forehead. He gestured limp- ly. "Beat it, kid,' he whispered. "He got me. I'm--done--for--" There was a ghastly crimson smear across the front of his shirt. "Don't let 'em find you-- beat it!" Frantically Daly knelt beside Kirk and tore open his shirt. The sight sickened him. A rapid pounding sounded at the door. "Hey! What's wrong in there? Open up!" Daly could hear a gabble of voices in the hall. The pounding continued. Running feet on the stairs. ed convulsively. "Tt was him. "It was: sigh. He was dead. repeated impacts. rising tumult in the hall. told him to leave. lice would come. was not yet out. His duty was to The Courier With a last glance at the still overtaken by treachery ed, Daly sped across the room ped out onto the fire-escape. ley, and stumbled lighted street beyond. to the block was deserted. in a turmoil. ' Anxious to get out of the neigh- Daly hailed a cruising taxi at the next corner. He noticed that the he entered the cab, but the man said nothing, and Daly gave the address of his lodging house. As the taxi sped through the city streets, a hundred confused thoughts flitted through Daly's mind. The events of the last few minutes had left him shaken. Kirk's mysterious and violent death seemed like a nightmare. He could scarcely realize that it had been an actual happening. The contrast between the pallid, crumpled corpse on the floor, was too great. The telephone call had been a trap. He saw that now. woman who had asked if he were alone had known very Daly was convinced that A woman's voice! been stolen from him? been at the beginning. At least he had escaped from the scene guilt over his "flight. have done? have had to admit defeat. paid the driver. house. ed on the light. and then, with a distinct shock tinized him so oddly. ed with blood! was blood-stained. This was. bad. to remember him. There was no time to be lost. garments. the bed. \ It was dangerous to stay here but then again he might. could not afford to take th chance. His voice failed|taxi driver were confronted with " he whispered|his photograph he would com- again, and then his mouth moyed|plete the identification. soundlessly. He fell back 'witha The door was trembling under]Once. There was a Daly|left the room. At the street door looked arofnd uncertainly. In-|he looked out, but there was no stinct told him to stay; reason|one in sight, so he stepped out Kirk was dead|and walked quickly away into the --beyond all human aid. The po-|darkness, 4 And his time stern face of Kirk, who had been|--City," and was assigned to a before|dreary room, in which he spent his vengeance had been complet-|the night. flung open the window and step-|next move. Daly gained the courtyard in|Corless had told him about_ the safety, crossed into the dark al-|chauffeur who had departed. She toward the/had promised refuge. He search- This wasled in his pockets for her card, rear of the apartment/put, to his dismay, he could not building, and he emerged cautio-| find it. Then he remembered that usly onto the pavement, but the he had changed his clothes. It Pulling his|was doubtless in the pocket of hat low over his eyes, he walked|the other suit. hastily away. His thoughts were ephone directory offered an easy borhood as quickly as possible,|jess families listed, he recognized driver looked at him suriously as] yoice answered. thin-lipped man amiably chatting in an easy chair, and the ghastly, The well to whom she was talking. She had found out what she wanted to know, and the wrong-number ex- planation had been but a pretext. who- ever had murdered Kirk had first tried to obtain assurance that he was alone, tried to obtain entry to the apartment, but had been forced to accomplish the object of his visit in the hall. Kirk, fear- ing that Daly would be discover- ed, had kept his caller outside the door. Then the treacherous shots. Could it have been the woman Kirk had mentioned--the woman who had Br When the taxi finally drew up leaped across the living room,|hefore the door of the lodging house, Daly was no nearer a solu- tion of the mystery than he had He could not quell a feeling of It had seemed like deserting Kirk in death. But what else could he The dead man was beyond hope. Daly would simply have 'walked into the hands of the police, and The Courier would Under the arc-light, he reach- ed into his pocket for money, and He noticed a- gain that curious expression, but he turned away and went into the In his own room he turn- He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he saw why the driver had scru-)«o¢ course I didn't tell RerataHtre His shirt front, where Kirk had pressed against him, was smear- He remembered that moment when he had held the dying man in his arms, when Kirk had been urging him back into the apart- ment, summoning the last vestige of ebbing strength. Daly exam- ined *his coat and saw that it too The taxi driver would be sure Conceivably, he might acquaint the police with what he knew, once he learned of the murder. The trail might lead directly to the boarding house. Daly had another suit and an extra shirt in his valise, and he quickly changed into the clean Then he sat down on he was convineed of that. The i A taxi driver might say nothing, take effect in Canadian Pacific} Daly| Railway passenger trains |effec- He had been recognized|lars apply to Canadian Pacific by the man in the hallway. Kirk|Railway Agents or to C.H. White c had called out his name. The|District Passenger Agent, North 'Kirk's mouth opened and clos-'police would know that he had' Bay. 3-2! 6 been in the apartment, and if the MES ESA Se ST HMA But where could he go? He would find a place. The main thing was to get out of here at He turned out the light and Five blocks away he found a cheap hotel, and there, under the .|dull eyes of a sleepy night clerk, {he registered as "William Brown, By morning he had arrived at a decision as to his He remembered what Dorothy : = However, the tel- TMA A solution to the difficulty, and al- though there were several Cor- the address:she had given him and called the number. A male} ATT es ATTA a Bid "May I speak to Miss Corless, please?" "Just a minute." In a short time he heard_her WOice. avescs "This is Dick Daly speaking. Do you remember?" A delighted giggle. "Why, surely. Are you still at large?" "T am, but they have been mak- ing it hot for me. I was won- dering if you still need a chauf- Gurew "Why, certainly. Do you want the job?" "T've had to leave the place where I've been staying." "This is exciting. Tl be aw- fully glad to help. Daddy is in Pittsburg this week, and Mother hasn't been well, so Ill engage you myself. Where are you?" He gave the name of the hotel. "I'll call for you," she offered. "You can start in on your duties by driving me back home." He sat down to wait, and in about a quarter of an hour she entered the lobby. She was"éven prettier than he remembered her. "The car is at the door, and I|} brought the chauffeur's cap and coat with me, so it will all look very correct and official," she told him. 'Come on." ' She had not driven the yellow roadster this time, but an impos- ing sedan stood by the curb. Taking the wheel, Daly substit- uted the uniform cap for his own battered hat, and slipped into the| | coat. The transformation was|] | remarkable. | :| "Perfect!" she applauded, clap- ping her hands. "You'll get by any traffic cop in the city." Before they drove away, Daly bought a paper from a newsboy,|{P and put it on the seat beside him. }#E He had risen late that morning' and had almost forgotten news- papers in the perplexities of his dilemma. With the correct rigidity of|| F rae) tradition, he guided the 'car through the city streets, gazing |} neither to right nor left, and Dor- othy sat in the rear with all the easy nonchalance of a great lady out for her morning drive. "T told Mother I had hired a she told. him. ADVERTISING -turns over stocks rapidly, and therefore multiplies profits. This means that prices in'a shop which advertises can be short rather than long Of this you may be sure: Prices in a shop which advertises are not MORE than in a shop which does not advertise. The chances are that they are oftentimes lower. You will find better goods, better values and better service This, also, is generally true: rapidly. This means, as a general thing, shops which advertise. A Note to Merchants Advertising costs you nothing--it is paid for by the profits on increased sales Advertising is easy--it is simply saying in writing what you say to the customers in your 'shOp. Turn over stocks quickly, if you '|new chauffeur," would make more money. you were, but there'll be no trou- 4 ble about it. You can quit the job when your time is up, and TIN} see that you don't have too much driving to do. For the most part} you can stay around the garage and pretend you're fixing the cars. A policeman would think twice} before he would: come nosing around our place to look for you" When Daly drove up the drive- |way of the Corless home hef agreed with her. The house, lo- cated on a fashionable residential street, was the acme of respecta- bility and good taste. lesses were evidently people off wealth and influence. He felt as though he were entering a safe and secluded bay after a perilous voyage in stormy waters. (To be continued) 'A General Change of Time will}| e|tive April 27th. For full particu- 'in those shops which turn over their stocks ates eee ae ee eee = a STE --