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Nn a GE 5 GRIZIN| Z| HAR-RUMPR/Z / NIGHT AN! HIG SS wy HELEN BENTHORNE—His charming 3 8 : : § WEEL NOT : ; WIFE LUBED 2 / young wife. : ) a Sir 4 A | N \ — 7 VILLIAM ALSTON — Benthorne's Pd 4 5-3 é yi as B = HIM WITH 5 fafwer-in-law and business associate. a Wa fice ¥ g afin, S y y gi . A BOW AN JHEY DI! TORIO—Night club owner y Sa Na aL uy A : ho And pangster. ARA JORANSON—The mystery girl. JOHN DOUGLAS—A young mining engiaeer, in fove with Ara. CAPT. DAWSON—A detective who likes to listen,

YESTERDAY Joey Di Torie hunts for A reason why Dawson should want to take his cigarets. Then he rushes to admit to Dawson that he was in the honse when Benthorne was killed. Mrs. Benthorne brings cigarets and then laughs as they light three on a match. She arranges for Ara to get a little rest.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN JOHN DOUGLAS waited until he |

could no longer hear Jameson's voice as the butler led Ara up-|

: : =L g stairs, then swiftly went to work. # 4 : x y nt A. a WIGGS THINKS THE GREAT : leiers and. the photographs in 4 NG J —ol, INES SR J oo SIC cri wilt STAY POT7 (CHOLES WHY MOTHERS GET GRAY book. In a hurry, a man would! NP y od RRS ) 3 ‘ select a book within easy reach,| ag y Som 1h Ine /¥ LI'L ABNER

on her hed pick out one of |___ "Mrs. Scarfoni wants oday OH HAPPY COLLIDGE DAYS? | | THIS 15 MAN the middle rows HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis A A A ow ro aeons] [RST SOLLIDGE. aa Slannaleg we ta >) PLAYS PRANKS ON US FRESHMEN- N shelves. Too hig n e - A SA tom row too. Douglas knew that RR AN WT i. APPEIN r HARM\ESS SPIRRUT the book he sought was not on the TH’ STORIES” left of the fireplace. He turned to the right, hurriedly pulled volume after volume from the cases, flipping through the pages. He could hear Dawson's voice, and the Italian's, just outside the door, but he couldn't make out the words, If Dawson should come back! That was a chance he had to take. As he worked he pondered Ara's reaction to the detective's accusation. Had she actually planned to blame Benthorne’s murder on him? rm Ha) | Xe | - He recalled, unpleasantly, that she ; Li | SS \ = 1 1B : wl SRC) had suggested coming out to Ben- Re ah : : of Z = Tow Rew. U8. Pai, OAD rights reserved thorne’'s although he had insisted — ; | the idea was his own. a SON ' RED RYDER

But Ara was in love with him. He SE ul RD SORE BIOPFED : — . iS SES V55- 5 : — was sure. Her kisses. She had ? Tra gy) ' / oY ' 3 y DRIVER ~~ IF YOH MEAN MY RED--- . 7 kissed him before, back in Salt / mene io So THAT RUNAWAY / THERE / / AN WHERES MR. WITHERS ? PASSENGER-* HE WE a wiles Lake, when she thought—before she : v MUSTA BEEN A HOLDULP: = ” y ; WAS BEIN' ROBBED : ' i fo : y Zi 7 / z WHEN 1 STOPPED : NO == MAKE UP knew her father wasn't the real AAW ¢ % \ 7 i @ A BULLET FOR SOMETHING WILE 1 John Douglas. It didn’t add up. | A \ A \ oo : : Pp wr =" 7 IAA re TRYIN STOP LOOK. FOR. WITHERS Even if she had put him on the J ; A 2 yy 7 0) 3 > THE OLTLAW # AND THAT OUTLAW? “spot,” he couldn't stop loving her. FRO 1 \ ? ¢ 5 iA 4 AY AY BL AL = ON THAT'S ALL I , ’ ¥] He'd loved her from the first moment |S! . 4 ? y i 7, ZAMN { ry i $2 RECOLLECT! he spoke to her, in the coffee shop. ! J / 9 ‘They were planning to be married, too, as soon as she saw her father. Her bags were packed. The porter at her apartment had told him she had wanted to catch a train. = Did she really intend to run away, never see him again? - Love battled doubt as his thoughts ES 102 hes i raced on. He coundn’t hope to go, "Will you tell the great Ali Ben Grandi his sister Hattie is here from through every book in the room. Rock Island?”

There were hundreds. If only some . of them were dusty. he might have, FLAPPER FANNY Bv Sylvia

had some indication of where to nr or - search. But that all-efficient butler "BE — 4 OM, AUNT FRITZI--- PZ =~ | YES, NANCY ---I'M ‘ all-efficient butler IS THIS YOUR wer’ GOING TO KNIT A 4 | ALREADY

evidently saw to it that the maids EE | didn't miss dusting the study reg- BALL OF WOOL ~~ 7 “| | LITTLE SWEATER FOR A is WEARING / YOUR. CAT == DO YOU aE \ :

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THAT PASSAGEWAY to the street. Why hadn't Ara told him about it? That would have simplified the whole thing Had she kept silent about it because she in-| tended using it herself? If he had been 30 seconds quicker That passageway . . . passageway He couldn't forget it. If Benthorne had built his house with that—! why? There was the answer to the whole thing, Douglas realized. Ben- \ thorne had some secret hiding place ZN U y { : here in his study. A sliding panel, TR 2a Pr B | WASHINGTON TUBBS II y Jdden SBR Chine Sing Lad as A JE | | WHY, IT's THIS WAY, J.B, THEY WERE GADDING | [PRODUCING NOTHING, MY (AND WERES MOST OF THE EXPENGE MONEY I PUT IW A GOOD WORD TO MR, 7 plenty o! time to take Aras proofs - h | | NECK! HAVE THEIR BEAUTY THEY TOOK... TURN \T OVER TO THE CASHIER, McKEE FOR YOU AND YOUR FRIEND, JI out of the book. put them safely ¢ : : ’ ACCOUNT, PRODUCING NOTHING. $0 SECRET FILED AWAY IN © | AND PUT THOSE BOYS BALK TO AND HE'S WILLING TO GIVE 4 away. But where? | > @ \ OUT THEY WENT MV SAFE. SEND THIS 1 WORK IMMEDIATELY VES, SIR! , YOU ANOTHER CHANCE The desk? Dawson had probably | | </ 7% 7} 5 ! JAR OF YELLOW LAVA TO VES, SIR! v J searched it thoroughly. Modern Xe | THE RESEARCH DEPART- 2% desks weren't built with secret draw- p Ne - : | MENT FOR ANALYSIS ers any more—at least, if they were, S S 77 2 ” Dawson would know where to look fér them. How about the wall panels? He tapped several cautiously, afraid that the detective might hear him. No hollow sounds there, | The fireplace? He pulled at its] projections, pushed its ornaments. hoping against hope that one might give or snap open a concealed strong, “Now, I want your honest opinion—but don't tell me if you don't | box like it.” |

The clock ticked on, above his THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson

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That clock! Did it have to tick so| NA loud? It was getting on his nerves | \ Io ) A Imagine, John Douglas, with nerves. | WE ny WL \ al Lik. ED WITH THE RULES| J PRIZE TO BE AWARDED THE STATION-HOUSE ¢ Tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac! { iy 7 LR a, lf , Som re / THE WINNER ¢ pg And it was getting louder with h y = 3 ke : every stroke. He'd fix it, stop it.! i Ee] YD He reached up to the mantel, | \ Vd. / pulled the clock away from the wall, | 7 : [ |GE% 2 “r CINDERELLA [aihey around to stop the Pendu- | ’ F : CONTEST / um. < ga ; : : £75 | A moment later he was reading a 2 Ea 2 ; ’| Prize OFFERED through Ara's letters, her pictures : : ; | { To THE and the marriage certificate were in his pocket. Clever of Benthorne to, have the clock over that recess in! the mantel. There were other papers | too. Receipts. Notations. Memoran-|

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Bile, ph Jetter alom the Great North | 1) COLD THROW A PUNCH HT oat shoved the clock back in i SPEED OF . —By Martin ace, gently started the pendulu @a , } : p Ie The Pewdum = TOS ACERT NB Ih Tans owe SERN Mow KS rE Can rant Lor ST ote how soft it sounded now. g A PI ov WE SEVIBE. Wb. TOR MY SAKE BE GOSH TARNIG wee v5 Shwe wig dive A : fn) w St kN WHAT Nia TMREG US BAT or ; AS : Bt 0 EASY : WHERE COULD HE HIDE this WHEN ARN = | | POY 9 FOR YOU TO stuff? Mrs. Benthorne might know THE El | FE GET AWAY

of the mantel hiding place. but he AlRFPLANE doubted it. No use taking any CRASHED INTO chances. Better get it outside. He raised the shade | A policeman was still at the gate ’ E ON AAT. HAMILTON,

The window was in full view, but Douglas would have to take that! CALIFORNIA,

chance. If the cop just went on THE IMABACT WAS talking to Nick Smith and didn't, QECOLAEL ON THE turn around. OBSERVATORY He glanced around the lawn be- | low him. That watering can, half} hidden behind a clump of ever- | Nn greens. ) ' He raised the window, slowly, Wirz Asbic AN silently, slid his leg over the sill a Feet BEC AND. 50 - and dropped to th = ENSELY, BECKY AND NOAH GOODE WAT HERES DOCTOR BLACKS THAT WAS | OUGHTA SCUTTLE \' HE'S JUST CONG TD Tm Jat 400 | sami. GREAT BARRER REER QUTSIOE THE OPERATING ROOM - CHECK AND MERE OUR f QR BARSAN, | | YOU FOR THAT-YOU | OT OF Te E12: | | SEVEN SEAS You w here, wh wl a Nn 3 NRE — ! TAR TCA LL OVER M I1AGE LICENSE. AFTE NOAM == [/LL »=+ {) ! A ler Joe ox heard the cop's| aay SSR a BLACK SAYS THE OPERATION | GIVE DOCTOR BLACK Hi KEEP: IT» FE RED PAST Doctor SCURVY BABOON

whistle,” Joe, i - y was explaining to A WAS COMPLETELY SUCCESS- HEAVEN! | | CHECK-- WE'LL SNEAK OUT- BLACK:

Dawson as they stood at the street | . oR entrance of the passageway. "I knew | ANSWER-—It is a great chain of coral formation along the north- AD use ms ig EY 2

something was wrong and I thought| astern coast of Australia. ; Ea the cop had seen me duck in here. Fa I tossed away that cigaret Alston thorne and dashed back down the very soft-like. Then, after about p "= found and ran to the hall. | passageway. But Joey had said half a minute, the shot! . : { I "It was dark, but there was he thought Flynn had seen him | “I already had my gun out, and ZR ne / a light upstairs. I figured Ben- enter the house. Better hear Joey's I stuck my head out around the 4 ’ ( thorne was in his study then, but story out, edge of the doorway—just like I didn't want to see him right! “I knew I could go out a win- this—to get a look and—" away. So I ducked around the dow as soon as the cop got away| A shot ended Joey's story. With foot of the stairs and into the liv- from the gate, so I crouched down | queer look of surprise he swung ing room. Come on, I'll show you.” here in the dark.” Joey went on. around to face Dawson again and | Dawson followed Joey into the! “Then, while I'm waiting here fell full on his face.

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