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SATURDAY, APRIL 4, 1042

ABBIE AN" SLATS

| AM SHELLEY CHIRPWELL, MISS SCRAPPLE MY BUSINESS 1S BUYING UP OLD-FASH-IONED METAL

ILL GIVE You TWENTY DOLLARS

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MANTEL CLOCK, IS THAT ENOUGH ?

| CERTAINLY COULD USE SOME CASH, MR. CHIRPWELL. AND

OF ‘EM WORTHLESS TO ME. YOU'RE WELCOME TO COME IN AND LOOK AROUND

LAND Q'GOSHEN-~IT CERTAINLY 1S 77 ("THE

WORTH A QUARTER-EVEN

AS JUNK-7)

(*-~THIS ANDIRON--1S VERY USLY AND QUITE TO ACCEPT AS WORTHLESS?) THIS ISA | YOU ARE TO OFFER CHARMING THING. WILL

(“HMM HE'S WILLIN' TO PAY ME OVER TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS FOR THAT MESS O'WORTHLESS JUNK. THERE MUST BE A CATCH TO THIS SOMEWHERE-*)

I'D BE AS FOOLISH

IT TO ME FOR THAT! (HMM IT'S AN UGLY THING - AND THAT'S

Serial Story— Mexican Masquerade

By Cecil Carnes

CHAPTER NINE “AH, NOW YOU misjudge me,” protested Escobar quickly, and if his tone was equable, there was still a trace of red to color the clear olive skin of his cheeks. “As the officer responsible for this district, I have lately found it advisable to keep an eye on telegrams. A mild censorzhips, vou see, quite unofficial and very extra-legal. The wire to you came through the San Saba office while I was there, and it was placed before me as a matter of routine—police routine, senor.” “I beg vour pardon,” said Allan, rising and holding out his hand to make it more convincing. “I should have remembered your official position and not spoken out of With the whole world going to hell in a hack you are certainly justified in doing everything vou can to keep this little of it peaceful.” sentiments exactly,” nodMexican, and gave a friendly pressure of his strong fingers to Allan's hand. .“And now—vyou will excuse me, yes? Perhaps we shall have the pleasure of your company at dinner this evening.” His smiling, debonair self again, he sauntered back to where his charming companion awaited him. Allan made a grimace at the treacherous telegram and stuck the thing in his pocket. He gave some thought to the incident that aftermoon when he wasn’t wondering if the axles would snap or the radiator blow up. Whatever else Escobar might be, he was still the government with a capital G in this neck of the woods and it made Allan a bit uncomfortable to think he might have become an object of suspicion to the police. It would be ruinous to his mission if he were slapped into the local hoosegow on charge of being a spy or fifth columnist or something. But the colonel had seemed quite good-humored about it, he tried to reassure himself, and if he really had serious doubts of Allan's bona fides he would hardly have tipped

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of his hand so openly about the “ex- |

tra-legal” censorship. Moreover, his suggestion of dinner together had sounded cordial, and he had drifted away smiling. Not that the smile meant much, mused Allan, dissuading the sedan from plunging into a clump of cholla cactus. Mexicans have a reputation for taking life easily, but they stand for no foolishness. “Damn’ efficient, these rurales!” muttered Allan. “The way he spotted that San Diego dateline—! Dammit, he’s good!” = = 8 WHEN HIS speedometer had jolted off nearly ten miles of highway hell, Allan slowed up and began to look about him for Sun Su’s landmark. He discovered it presently, well off to the left of the road he was on and evidently quite near the shore of the gulf. It was a steep little hill, perhaps 30 feet high, and the top was crowned by 2 grove of knotty, gnarled old pines. If he could gain their shelter unseen, he could be comfortably sure of remaining so. There was a the right. He the gray-green

jungle of cactus to located a break in wall, turned into it daringly, and parked the longsuffering sedan where it would not be noticed from the road. Not a soul was in sight. He might have thought he had lower California to himself but for faint sounds of human activity which came from the direction of the gulf. Distant voices, and mixed with them the rattle of chains and the clank of machinery. “The cannery, I expert. The cannery—and what else?” His right hand went back to touch his hippocket, though the weight of his automatic was proof enough of its presence. ust for luck and thinking of poor Harry Bishop. he took it out and made sure it was in readiness tor use in case anybody came after him with a -

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watchful, he left the dusty road and headed cross-country for the pinetopped hill. He had on canvas leggings which protected him from cactus spines—and other more deadly perils. Several big scorpions scuttled away at his swift approach, and at least one side-winder rattled an angry warning at him to watch his step. He did.

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HE REACHED the base of the hill with no more than these reptilian alarms. He began the steep ascent, climbing fairly quickly till he was within a few feet of the top. Then he crouched and went the rest of the way on hands and knees. Stretched before him was the blue-green expanse of the gulf, glinting and twinkling in the reflected rays of sunlight. Across the water, nearly 10 miles distant at this point, was the hazy shore of Mexico, barren, sandy and with no sign of habitation. These details held Allan’s attention no more than an instant. What he was interested in was a group of islands which lay close inshore, almost directly below him. Only two of the islands appeared to be occupied. One, much the biggest of the group, had several substantial buildings on it; the “eannery” obviously. There was a boat dock on its nearest shore; on the farthest, a long pier putted out into the water, The other occupied island was a good deal smaller than the first. Al-

lan noted a roomy white stone bun-

on its nearest shore. He saw the figures of a man and a woman pacing to and fro on a tiled path, and he focused his glasses on them curiously. Neither was Japanese,

STILL AND ALL, the chief feature of the scene to hold Allan's bemused attention was on the peninsula itself. A little way off, a crew of Japanese workmen was digging into the side of a small mountain with picks and shovels. They seemed to be excavating a dark, clay-like substance which was put on hand barrows and carried to a big scow by the water's edge. When it was lcaded, the scow was towed by a launch to the cannery island. “Something wrong about this,” muttered Allan, wrinkling his brow in perplexity. “You don’t use clay in canning fish, do you? I wonder why the Sam Hill Sun Su didn't mention this digging? It could have started, I suppose, after he received his last report from his pals.” He shook his head regretfully. “Wish I knew more about soils—" In the middle of that wish, a rattlesnake whirred some yards behind him. He had done nothing himself to startle the most nervous of side-winders; he turned his head quickly to see what had. He found himself looking straight into the muzzle of a rifle. It was held by the squat Eurasian, and behind him were six short but strongly built Japanese.

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POSSIBLY. COME IN ANO TELL ME WHOM You SUSPECT

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

THEN THEY GRABBED THE

THE FOUR MEN FIRED A FEW SHORT BURSTS FROM A TOMMY - GUN AT

HOPPED NTO \THEY GO? A PURPLE CAR AND GAVE 'T THE NEEDLE /

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

THAT REMAINS TO BE SEEN. COME ALONG... (T'S ABOUT] TEA TIME... WE'LL PAY THE SWEET | BRIARS A SURPRISE VISIT

[ THEN WHY DON'T THE CHINESE AUTHORITIES WIPE THEM out?

A FELLOW NAMED SWEETEBRIAR, AND HIS DAUGHTER PEGGY. THEY CLAIM TO BE AMERICANS... BUT THEY'RE NOT! IM POSITIVE THEY'RE NOT!

YOU'RE QUITE RIGHT. THEY'RE KNOWN FOREIGN AGENTS, AND FAIRLY CLEVER

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