Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 April 1939 — Page 28

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With Major Hoople OUT OUR WAY By Williams 1 CAN TELL BY TH'GOOFY

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Border

~ Adventure By OREN ARNOLD

CAST OF CHARACTERS BETTY MARY JORDAN—Pretty ydung Border Patrol service secretary. SHERIDAN STARR—Handsome Border Patrol officer. © HOPE KILDARE—Starr’s fellow offi- - cer, also a bachelor. °° LUIS BARRO—Mexican smuggler.

CHAPTER ONE

FJHE cold, forbidding aspect of T the gray stone police head- . quarters in El Paso, Texas, suddenly was intensified by contrast -as trim Betty Mary Jordan walked in. . Technically, Betty Mary was an efficiency expert from Washington, : sent out with an official reprimand for Inspectors Starr and Kildare of the U. S. Border Patrol. She didn’t look it. She was a dainty person whose left dimple flashed at the slightest provocation. Her hair ‘was the color of brass. - Her eyes chinablue. They, and her height, suggested that Betty Mary ought to be somewhere skipping rope or, at most, preparing for a junior prom. . ; Nevertheless, her lips were set in what she fully believed was a firm, purposeful line. She was still - stinging a little from the challenge thrown at her by big Sheridan Lan‘ford Starr, and echoed—at least by a nod—from his close friend and fellow officer, Hope Kildare. She . was also trembling a little, inwardly, at her own temerity in accepting - their challenge. _“If you think Luis Barro is so easy to catch,” Sherry Starr had rumbled, indignantly, “then—then— why don’t you help catch him yourself? He had blurted it much as a college boy would blurt something at a coed with whom he was quarreling. And Miss Jordan had answered -in kind. 2 = » " LL right, maybe I will!” she had snapped. You two men have been trying for a year. And Luis Barro is still called the Smuggler King of the Mexican Border. Only a few night ago he sent aver -a dozen aliens and a shipment of narcotics, while you hid peacefully in the flags 10 miles down the river!” One word had led to another. Talk, talk, talk; details, details. When Officers Kildare and Starr had dutifully reported their failure again to capture Luis Barro, worst of all border smugglers, an extremely busy department chief in Washington had sent his efficient secretary out for a first-hand

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“Pll have to think it over about marrying you, Phineas—a man over 70 isn’t so easy to mold, you know!”

By Clyde Lewis

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report. -._There had been a new prisoner in the city jail, named Salazar, in whose pockets had been some co-! caine wrapped much Barro wrapped his. Was he Luis Barro’s man? She had left Messrs. Starr and Kildare looking as dejected as normally happy young officers could possibly look. She would go see the prisoner Salazar herself. “Sure, you can see him!” the police chief told her when she had presented her credentials. “Any-| thing the Federal boys want. You on the Border Patrol now, miss?”|

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[MUST BE FASCINATING, SOUTH AFRICA. ) ALWAYS WANTED TO GO THERE MYSELF, AND MAKE THE TRAM TRIP FROM CAPETOWN TO MADAGASCAR. SUPPOSE You DONE IT MANY TIMES.

“Just briefly, and unofficially,” | Betty Mary dimpled at him, and] that was entree enough. “I don’t want him to see me.” | Salazar sat for 10 minutes with|

BEEN TO AFRICA, OR HE'D KNOW THERE ARE NO TIGERS THERE, AND NO RAILROAD ACROS THE INDIAN OCEAN TO MADAGASCAR. GOT HIS FINGER-

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two detectives in an inner office. They questioned him in Spanish but learned nothing, while Betty Mary peeked at him unobserved. Next she asked the jailer to show her the man’s personal effects— knife, gun, coins, handkerchief, packaged narcotics, all the things | found in his clothing. | “What would he be doing with a, cartridge like this?” she asked, cas- | ually thumbing it. “This doesn’t fit | his gun. This cartridge is a .22 long rifle.” “Dunno,” said the jailer. “Interesting,” murmured Betty Mary, and stared at the thing a long time. i She conferred then with the police chief again, in private. He told her a great many things. The chief was a man of 60 with daughters of - his own. He even showed her photos of his grandchildren, discussing them proudly. When she left he had agreed to a detailed plan. In the alley back of her hotel at 3 a. m.? “Exactly, ma'am; call on me for anything, miss.” She thanked him and went away.

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EANWHILE, Inspectors Starr and Kildare of the U. S. Immigration and Naturalization Service—young teammates in the service who had chosen this most fascinating (but dangerous) work for their careers—were anything but comfortable. Gloom enveloped them because Luis Barro had indeed brought a peculiar genius into his smuggling operations, was heightened now because a woman —a girl!'—had been sent out to discipline them. “She had gone on back to her hotel, I reckon,” Sheridan Starr said. “Prob’ly whistle us up again tonight.” “Yeamp,” Hope Kildare agreed. “What say we go back, drive down and pump this prisoner, Salazar?” “Okay.” They lingered at their office for an hour, first, however, studying Salazar’s fingerprint record, aud mapping a new course of action which might trap Luis Barro. But they weren't satisfied with any plan they could evolve. Two older cfficers came in and conferred with them at length, so that it was late afternoon when they finally took a4 government car and drove to the city police headquarters. “We want to see this Salazar you got on a dope charge” Starr requested. . 2 2 = n JHE desk sergeant himself got keys from the jailer and led them back to a cell. . “That’s him,” the sergeant said, pointing. “But—uh, we was a littie erowded, and had to put old granny in with him for a few hours. You wanta talk to him alone?” . “No, thanks, just want to be acquainted. Howdy, Salazar.” + “Buenos dias, senores.” “““Howdy, granny, what you in for? You hittin’ the dope, too?” {"Starr was looking closely at Salazar, but Kildare stared at the ¥ peared quite old;

« «+ “Don’t get scared. We can rush her ro the saw-mill in a minute if she needs a transfusion.”

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and a black shawl that came up over her head to be pinned under her chin, then draped down over narrow stooped shoulders, a com-mon-etype. Her face looked pale in the gloom of the jail cell.

“No, senor, only a little,” she whined, and sobbed a bit, bowing so that only her forehead was seen. Starr was ignoring her, ine

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tent on the man. But Hope Kildare’s mouth dropped open.

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the man Salazar, the poor old woman eyed Hope for an instant, then slowly shook her head.

(To Be Continued)

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