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SATURDAY, JUNE 3, 1939 By Williams

PAGE 14 SERIAL STORY—

DATE WITH DANGER

By HELEN WORDEN

CAST OF CHARACTERS MARY FRANKLIN—Society editor, | DUKE MARTIN — Suave night club gangster. JANICE FRENCH—Society: deh, JIM SHIRLEY-—Playvhoy. Yesterday: Clem Shirley and Martin | auarrel when Martin threatens to black- | mail her. A few minutes later, Mary | Franklin finds Duke dead, shot. She | grabs Clem’'s bag and revolver and ealls | her paper, but anonymously.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

HE anonymous call giving the| Gazette news of Duke Martin's | murder threw the city desk into a! frenzy. “Pete, get the clips on Duke Mar- K | tin and make it snappy,” bawled] EPR TIEN FA » Sh SWNT \ Crossie irritably, though he ad-| \ pd 7 ! x pF edie [ i he 1} |! il mitted being frankly sceptical about the mysterious message Wishful thinking on the part of] some crank who'd like to see Duke] bumped off,” he sourly told Nate | Johnson, his assistant editor. “But just on general principles give our man Noonan a buzz at the E. 67th St. station house. Tell him (0 jump over and ask Martin if he's been shot. Also tell him to keep the tip| under his hat.” { “I guess it won't be the first time | HOLD EVERYTHING Martin's becn asked if he were dead,” remarked Johnson, pushing back his eye shade, adjusting his spectacles and reaching for the bulging brown manilla envelope Pete brought back from the refer-| ence room. “Oh, Mac Rogers!” he sang out to a lean, lanky chap with earphones on his head. "Get off re-|

write and do a background story|

PLUQIZ about Duke Martin from these clips. \\ He's supposed to have been bumped | \ A => oOMWBT off. But don't turn it in until we! CHXZ RI confirm the tip. The Dove may be stalking publicity.” i Then to Bob Roberts who was | sitting alongside Rogers, “Shoot up| to the Dove and find out when |

Martin was last there.” | : | | RED RYDER

While Johnson talked, Crossie| phoned Tom Ladd | THATS OLD SCAR“Yep, a mysterious gal calls us| FOOT! HIM PLENTY and says Duke Martin's been mur-! BAD LION--= WE dered in his apartment,” Crossie| TAKE © Zoo! told his managing editor. “Sounds| like a phony to me. But we don't want to be left asleep at the switch. The lacy had a convincing voice ac- | cording to Mac.” He puffed on his pipe. “What's that? Trace the call? Sure we tried. but it's a dial phone. No There's no switchboard there. We tried that too. What! Fenelon has Martin's private number? Okay I'll call you back in five minutes.” Crossie, looking like a windmill} In action, waved arms, legs and] bodv as he leaped from his desk to the copy table i ‘Were going to treat Martin's murder as if it were true.” he spoke | rapidly to Johnson. “Build up aj big story and release it with a special extra as soon as it's confirmed.” ‘If it is,” pessimistically threw in Johnson. But Crossie paid no attention. He was talking to Fenelon ”

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laconically answercd Reilly, “That guy’s beycnd the pulse feeling stage. He's stiffening now.” After that Tuckie grew more ronfused. “What are you looking for?” ashe demanded fretfully,! drawing her irilly iace cape about] her shoulders. “The gun, lady. the gun.” “Is that why you won't po?” she asked querously.

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(To Be Continued)

(All events and characters in this story are wholly fictitious.)