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—By Raeburn Van Buren

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Dollars to Doughnuts

By EDITH ELLINGTON

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NANCY

-=AND IF YOU DON'T DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT I WON'T GO TO YOUR MOVIE SHOW AGAIN!

By Fred Harman

DAT'S DO’ FOURTH COMPLAINT I'VE HAD ABOUT :

WELL--I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO DO SOMETHING sl IT.

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Anthony doesn’t want He tries to argue Bee out of the idea, finally admits that he | knows the man, that it might cause | trouble Bee cannot understand But Fletcher calls Sheldrake The man bustles in, faces Anthony. “So, it's you! Weeming has been spying on me.” *“Weeming?” Bee asks, ‘What has he to do with Mr. Bradley?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

real progress I've ever attempted.| THIS CURIOUS WORLD

How many other spies has he| jem

spotted throughout this store? a Wy =~ 4 |

How many stool-pigeon reports have been going out te him every | week?’ » Site “I have not been a stool pigeon f) N Sheldrake!” Anthony retorted. “I N\, ME happened to need a job, and I ap-| J plied at this store and got the job Mr. Weeming had nothing whatever to do with it! In fact, he aidn’t want me to work here. But I was fool enough to think I could | build a career—I was fool enough | to think Huntington's was still the honest, worthwhile organization it used to be.” ! Beatrice had Anthony before.

FRIDAY: But to face Sheldrake.

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| THIS RUBBER never seen this ‘If Mr. Weeming | happens to be investigating any | angle of your activity, Mr. Shel-| drake, I am of the opinion that it’s a damn good thing. But he has not investigated through me!” “If he’s been investigating?” | shouted Bruce Sheldrake. He was | a goaded bull, seeing red. “You | know damn well he’s been investi- | gating! That dried-up old skunk has been gunning for me since the day I became general superintend- | ent. “I haven't made a single move in this store without bucking Weeming’s paid old-timers at every turn. Mr. Huntington didn’t do this, Mr. Huntington didn’t do that! Who's running this store now, Mike

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Huntington or me? , . “It's not my methods old man T. M. REC. U. 8. PAT, OFF. Eh Ban? CM Fg

Weeming objects to. I've shown a -~ S¢ re profit at the end of every single = DANCE vear of my operation, and if he can 5 find a better man for the job, I'd like to know where! I earn my | bonus, and the hell with anyone who | says I don't. |

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MENTIONED ABOVE . br HH 9% SHE STEPPED between the two | ANSWER: Muskellunge is the most common spelling, but mus- ND Sor \ bi Ly : wl | 4 men. “Just a minute.” Her tone | kallonge also is accepted. . Ju! 2) = eS} - IT : ; held a dangerous sweetness. “That’s |

all very interesting, Mr. Sheldrake,| She went back to Anthony. “You but I think we've had quite enough | didn't want anyone in the store to of it. T'd like to ask Mr. Bradley know. I see.” She tried to keep & question.” {down the sickening rage which Mr. Sheldrake gaped. “Who are |filled her, : : you?” | “I see everything very plainly “I have been working in the NOW. You were that unspeakable Budget Fashions,” she told him, | man in the back office. Tt was you “I have just resigned.” She turned —You smug, self-satisfied, stupid her back on him. brute—it was you who dared—who “Anthony Bradley, look at me, I dared to s-say I—I ought to be quwant you to tell me exactly how | quietly and c-competently c-chlor-it happened that you knew Beatrice |oformed!” Her voice broke. She Davenport had given her fiance a|burst into a storm of weeping. string of polo ponies.” Her voice | You d-despicable, d-d-detestable, was very even, almost gentle. a-a-bom-abominable, oh-obnoxious “I asked you once before, re- c-cad!” . member? You evaded the ques-| " % 3 tion. Please don’t evade now. How! ANTHONY BRADLEY looked like did you know?” a man who was hit with an oversize Anthony stared at Vion as H i had suddenly taken leave of her| ye tried to touch her quiverin senses. “For ‘God's sake, Bee, this shoulder. Bewilderment was ey 3s ve” ten large all over his face. Beatrice Sheldrake was sputtering, Fletch- fe nd from him as if he had er was sinking weakly into his| "ek chair. Anthony kept right on star-| “Bee!” he implored desperately, ing at the small girl with the blaz-|8 Man at the end of his tether. ing eyes. “I heard her say she'd | Bee, for heaven's sake, wait a minbought him polo ponies!” he ex- |Ute. Let me get this straight! What ploded. “That's how I knew, I in thunder are you talking about? happened to be in my guardian’s|l never said—I never in my life said office while she came in, and I got You should be chl—" out of the way. But I couldn't help | His voice died. A horrible, gurhearing it. Look here, Bee, none [8ling death it was, too. of that matters. 1 didn't want | All at once, his hands were very you to—" strong and urgent on her shaking, “You didn't want me to know shoulders. “Look up here! How do you and Beatrice Davenport shared you know what I said in Mr. Weemthe same guardian, that’s what you |ing’s office? I remember now. I didn’t want me to know!” |did say she ought to be chloro“I didn't want anyone in the store formed. But I said BEATRICE to know!” DAVENPORT" “So you were spying on me, you | “Yes,” admitted Beatrice savagely. worthless—" Mr, Sheldrake was in “You said Beatrice Davenport. Yes, it now. that’s what you said. Oh, I hate Beatrice turned on him. “Be|you. s 1 hate you! I'd rather die Quiet!” than" have you touch me. You

heartless, complacent, righteous, nasty b-brute. You didn't even wait until I got out decently before you dared—you d-dared—" She pounded frantically against his chest, a fierce and primitive whirlwind. Suddenly, viciously, she pushed him. The attack was so unexpected that Anthony staggered ignominiously back against the wall. His hands flew to his stomach. He doubled up with pain. Mr. Bruce Sheldrake and Mr. Morris Fletcher were held speechless and spellbound, in the grip of an unbelieving fascination. “Am I crazy?” muttered Mr. Fletcher. “Am I crazy, or are they?” Beatrice Huntington Davenport, running wildly out of the office, had forgotten the existence of either of them. All she knew was that for six long weeks she had been cherishing a love for the man who turned out to be that snake in the grass, that unfeeling, revolting creature in Mr. Weeming’s office, Charging down the corridor, her eyes blinded by tears, she collided head-on with a fat man carrying a mink coat. There was a sudden grunt, a growl, a swift whirling sensation. Beatrice and the fat man hit the floor together. (To Be Concluded)

(Al events, names and characters in this story are fictitious.)

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