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ABBIE AN' SLATS —By Raeburn Van Buren | With Major Hoople out OUR WAY By Williams

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CHAPTER TWELVE FOR FULLY 13 MINUTES the!

little taxi twisted and tumed | L= fF — an 2 through the nighi, Lieut. Rollins Eo im ~~ . N ~ERNIE tb Ere,

¢54 me remarking to himself that the gray- | RED RYDER

At irregular intervals, two-decker| — = || | ARREST HARPER AND J 2 ~~<< N\A [_. 0% THE ONLY WA [RECKON TLL : OH. RED. FEW HES DON, 7 TO buses roared by and melted againj ; = “COPR_ 1941 BY NEA SERVICE INC. T. M. REG. U.S. " REE J ™ ~~ | [ot eo Tn SLY Poa : ES id; ? Po RH into the darkness. There were few. wgyoyse me while I drown again—he saves me at 3 o'clock every day!” ITCH BRANDS TS 0 A le ft gl vounG avn WN NN ABOUT HiM-- AND if any, autos other than taxis. |S a er: ’ - kL, 00! L ! : 3 1 RECKLESS! ; WE'LL GET HIM stonishingly few, , Ww vi- ye (VALLE LE - LL BE-- Lo ’ mn Td ote of ow rd Bammen tT | THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson | CRS, Finally, his cab drew up beside a! = curb. i “That will be two bob, and tup-; pence for my tip.” the driver said | | over his shoulder. “Just walk] § straight ahead and feel for the § door.” i Rollins eventually found the door knob. The door opened out. He pushed aside the curtain and stood blinking in the quaint little place.| familiar to decades of London tour-| \ pr ists. i 1 : ; Sie Feeney i Sy WASHINGTON TUBBS II A chubby little Frenchman in improuebis Jounal stirs grevesa him y [| THE DOOR SLAMMED AND THERE WAS, WE LL, GEE Wiz!) (HE WOULDN'T EVE >) “Bon soir, Monsieur, I am Pierre / ; b= [ 1; PRESIDENT OF McKEE INDUSTRIES [ , IT WASKT MY TRLOOK THE DOOR, CONFONID Z : + - - Then Jooking over Greg's STANDING QUTSIDE IN A LADY'S HIM! EVER SINCE YOU ELOPED . ll | 1S WRONG | TIME TO REALLY GET ACQUAINT: shoulder, “You are alone, oui? ! j u NIGH N! THE WHOLE TOWN 5 CA / ED AND I'M SURE HELL The officer smiled. “Oui, I am X = | SAW ME! NEVER WILL I LIVE IT DOWN! WASH i alone.” | - » WAS SOUND “This wav, Monsieur.” Pierre! = AND EACH ONE DOES ABOUT x) ASLEEP turned toward the curiously narrow 22% $ 2. WORTH OF DAMAGE CeO dining room, then stopped abruptly. | oN ANNUALLY, OR MORE THA ; ; : “You are not. by any chance, Lieut. $ 520, 000.000. Rollins, non?” Greg halted in surprise. “Yes, I am Lieut. Rollins, but how in the, world . .. ?” { Pierres face fairly beamed. He | — b Ae MORRIS CHAIR WAS waved excitedly toward a table in — NAMED AFTER

. the comer, and Greg's heart stood | wl GOUVERNEUR MORRIS, still. It was a dream. It must be; U.S. STATESA\AN

. . . a cruel dream ‘hat . . . But, | J ROBERT MORRIS, aa Eh pr i PR, ER C. A no, she was actually smiling at him| Ne . O a RINANCIER = Se a ee & y = 4 7 Num ; nim amie WES and beckoning him to the other] v IAM MORRIS, T chair. It was Joan Davaar! | ENGLISH POET. FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS ; " ie _ i Fasa As if in a daze, Rollins ap- AN - , proached. Automatically, he od COMA [ AW, MOM --. DISMANTLING ) vou AGREED TO WORK [ 1 cAN see Now I'tL [smu ALL You WANT To! moved his cap. tucked his cane un- | AAANS S MY CRATE WASNT IN THE / AT ANY JOB 1 THIS IS FAST HAVE THAT e l EXPECT TO PAY YOU Sa i Ca = { RGAIN SPECIFIED / BECOMING A C OU, FROM THE SALE OF THIS ; der his left arm and bowed. Still! HUNG THE JAWS OF BA : : . ~ : : . . a 2 WOMAN'S , STUFF TO A JUNKMAN / automatically, he sat in the chair] STAC BEETLES 4 E . WORLD /HERES STALLING ~ as Pierre placed it under him. | AROUND THEIR NECKS : y TUE GYLINDER. FOR. TIME # She was smartly attired in civil-! TO DRIVE Away ge : by . : T y HEAD, MOM / AT TWO BUCKS fan clothes—a bottle green tweed | SV/CA/NVESS. i . 5 4 AN HOUR ! suit topped by a sailor Breton. Her) : : j face was flushed with pleasure. i = » =

“GOOD EVENING. GREG, aren't! ANSWER—This type of easy chair was named after William Moryou glad {to see me?” | ris, although he did not invent it. Rollins finally found his tongue.| Impulsively he reached out his'fore you sailed, I drew another as-| GREG SQUEEZED her hands. hands and clasped hers. “Of course signment. to play the role of a nurse |

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it “ { “Evidently the Intelligence had «Not so good, Greg. I'm leavin \ : NZ Fa a il i — we TM REC. US PALOEA ip apply. I Knew | information as to which ship the on the midnight train. Tre : — ; Sn you say that. ou are a very OV-| Nazi agent was on, or had a counter- found another job for me—in the BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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able person, Greg. I phoned out 10 espionage agent on each troopship | Balkans this time.” She searched

Aldershot this evening and found! _that I don't know. The matron, | Greg's troubled eyes.

leav G2 ima Sri} PE i Oe CT—— : > | you had gone on leave. There was! a Winnipeg woman, and no choice, «gy they can’t, Joan, dear.” he (Fo Boots, ) find hei] ES ey

only one place I could hope to meet but to accept my official credentials said in a hoarse whisper. “I've only THIS Do “TART To |

you, and even then I doubted—but as a nurse on 'T 9. lfound vou again. Not so soon - = CAREFLL pr | SLO off ~ you remembered.” i : : S he FUN. : ee! \ RI . £ ¢ /

Greg's face was troubled, but he still held her hands in his across the § (oh ]

table. “Forget it. Joan. You must!y was on the right track because y Rollins had already shown he have escaped, and YOU are in dan- I saw the flashes, evidently to some could act when action was necesger. What can we .. 2” other agent on land. But the party sary. She laughed again, gently remov-| managed to slip away before I could| “Then what would normally take ing one hand. “Just a minute, Sir{cover the distance from the for- months must be done in two hours.” Galahad. I'm disobeying the strict-{ward end of ‘A’ deck. Anyway, you He spoke in measured tones. “Will est of orders in showing you this|popped up, and I had to make an you marry me tonight—now?” paper, but I'm a woman, too, and,|excuse so that an alarm wouldn't be!” There was no hesitation on the I'm afraid, rather in love.” She|spread and thas agent go into a girl's part. She nodded. opened a folded letter from her!shell. Rollins jumped to his feet and purse. | I kept watching the light pickeq her up from her chair. His Greg's eyes widened as he read. It|flashes from the battle cruiser in arms crushed her to him. and their bore the letterhead of the Britishjorder to keep in touch with what! }ins met in the ecstasy of a first Intelligence and was signed by one|Was going on. 1 knew the code piss The “Welcome Snail” drifted of the most famous names in Eng- BT ia on Sua Jou pe Cruiser ony and in its place, they stood in - land! see the nightly searchlights business |, : J heir own. : - a ; RY : NN —~ ' POO CAN The letter was addressed to “Agent{and wam our O.C.” in the — vere| NAW LOH. OH! HERES TH aly \ 3 ne oF LEAVE 1A Mere Li R-72 Joan Connaught” and con- Rollins interrupted. “Then the wailing an “Alert.” A THAT WAS HOLLERIN'! STEADY NOW THAT MULG, WHOEVER HE J NN tained warm personal congratula-|NaZ agent must have been..." | “pierre was tapping their shoul- NN “TNNED ark. HES (THERE FELLA) HARDLY SEE | Narra | tions for “your most commendable, She Rade a motion for him 10 ders, his face reflecting supreme! NM MESS OF WRECKAGE! \" counter-espionage work in connec- A ae. Pe Was larry embarrassment. “Monsieur, Made-| NN : tion with Troopship Convoy MX.” XS: Poor Tek Ioung oUL-ArSH IGGitelie +: ¢ Sil, you are in the S os Mixed joy and bewilderment stood 2 Ba ‘Welcome Snail’ . . . ” RNR SK out on Greg's face. “But, Joan,| “And the night I caught Miley| He turned as a gale of laughter] NN NY ~ =} 3 NEF ¥/ what ... 2” red-handed, there was no choice but | swept through the little restaurant. yf SR aN Q NS XL “Not so loud,” she warned in a|to shoot him when he tried to go for Pierre being a discerning head- hg : S gl A and low tone. “There are many things his gun. I had just taken the flash- | waiter, quick to appreciate the g 4 3 p54 I can tell you, and I know they will|light from his hand when you came moods of his customers, shrugged g : pres * remain a secret.” He nodded. “I|up from the rear. I couldn't reveal his shoulders in a gesture of trehaven't the time to go into detail| my identity to you, but did so pri- mendous helplessness. so I'll be brief. vately to the colonel after you left.| “C'est la guerre!” he apologized. “1 was planted in the German Secret papers were found in Miley's | T = a Embassy at Ottawa through de-|gas mask. He claimed to be British. | HE END vious channels 15 months before the |but he was really a German educat-|

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