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FRIDAY, MAY 17, 1940 SERIAL STORY—

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MONNIE MILES—Her mania for fast driving almost wrecked her romance.

LARRY COLLINS—Newspaper reportig hunting the murderers of his broth-

MIKE BENTLEY-—Wealthy knew too much about auto

YESTERDAY—Larry Collins, York reporter, quits his job * to Texas to track down the of his brother, Hugh, killed in accident. A member of the highway patrol, Hugh was killed while trailing narcotic smugglers. Driving along, Larry sees a man working on a disabled car, ‘ a woman and child beside him. When Larry stops to help, a second man takes Larry's ear at gun point. The men drive away.

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CHAPTER TWO LARRY LAUGHED bitterly his car sped from sight. “What a homecoming! I wanted to get back to Texas, and I sure did—right back to the old soil, on . my own two feet—" “What do we do now?” . the woman with the baby. had forgotten her. “Guess we'll unless I can make this car go,” he told her, then asked: “How did you get mixed up with a couple of muggs like that? They're probably the two who robbed the bank this morning—" “They are the bank robbers. I'm sure of it,” the woman explained. “They came to the ranch about noon—and asked directions to the highway. Jim—that’s my husband —Was down in the far pasture fixing a mill. When they found out he wasn’t around, they made me bring the baby and come with them. They told me they'd Kill the baby if I didn't.” “And they used you and the youngster to get by the patrolmen?’ The woman laid the baby on the rear seat, came back to Larry. “I

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think we're out of gas. The gauge shows empty.” Larry sat down on the running board. rolled a cigaret. “That wrecks my career as a mechanic. Nothing to do now but wait.” Ten cigarets later, a highway patrol car stopped beside them. A wild-eyed, overall-clad rancher jumped from the car, rushed to the woman. “Mary, darling! —and little Jim?” Larry walked to the officers, ! recognized them as the pair who 3 : Sa - ® : -. . i el had stoped him earlier in the day. 4 ; 3 4 ¢ 3 > y N = ] “Stopped to give a little help, and a couple of guys took my car.... * Probably the same pair vou all were looking for.” One of the patrolmen nodded. n = = THE RANCHER left his wife and son, returned to the patrolmen. “Mary and the baby are all right,” he said. “You want to ask Mary anything about those two?” “No. Your wife's been through enough for one day,” one officer | answered. “Anyway we've got good | descriptions of the men from the} cashier of the bank, and the sheriff | is checking their car for finger-| prints. We've got a good idea who they are. . . . You better get your Ws </ “5 \ : : wife home, now. What's wrong with EL 5 - i By: aN 2 9 4d Uptnd Eater Simin 1 the car?” : \ ; L “Just out of gas,” Larry supplied | “We'll send a mechanic back with | some from the first filling station.” | He turned to Larry. “What are you | going to do?” “I'll ride on into town if it’s all right.” Larry telephoned Col. Harris, the highway patrol chief, as soon as he checked’ into a hotel. “Glad youre here,” Harris said. “Better if you stay away from headquarters. Someone might see you and get to wondering too much about it . Say—Randolph and Lee had your name on their report * on that bank robbery. Too bad you lost your car. We'll try to find it.” It was almost midnight when Col. Harris knocked at his door. | “Fourt&® vour car for you, Collins.” the officer announced as Larry let him in. “Out by the airport .and in good shape, too.” ~ “This bank job was pretty well y planned. These two hid out until = almost dark, then waited at the airport. A plane dropped down, » landed in a far corner of the field, ~ picked them up and was in the air { again before the field officials could 2 do anything about it. Didn't even 4 get the number of the ship. « “Now about this other thing—" * he unfolded a map, spread it on * the desk—“"here’s where Hugh was » = found—wild, rough country, about 7 100 miles up the river. . “We believe that the gang of = dope smugglers are flving narcotics in from the south, landing here. “We know that most of the stuff ~ that’s going to Kansas City, Omaha and Denver is coming from this area. It’s the big shot—the head of the outfit—that we want. We can pick up the others any time. “Now, here's what you better

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ted to the station man. damage?” Harris had said, that Hugh had had Co. Super Markets without stopping? Who do you| “Nothing hurt here,” the man | his accident. Try the delicious think you are? Get out of my way, laughed. “Boy, was Monnie mad!” (To Be Continued) Feet each age I'm in a hurry!” “Who did you say she is?”

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