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About Eugene register-guard. (Eugene, Or.) 1930-1983 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 21, 1931)
THE EUOEXE REflTSTF. TT-flrAKT fims of Peril 1531 BYNCA service inc. CHAITEK XII her promise readily liB' ' sb, m thoroughly " Kne anvhow. and gratefiil fJ ". tpnarenily he was the only t.idw herself who cared dig "P " ""L,!"." - "V r:j'r,.a..ifih. she was grateful to ""..he ame. in the present sore her feelinss. If he did not tt know what he was do-r-V,oold gladly comply. -4 . h track of 1'".. .i,i hr. "but let me m dear girl, before we .: ;'h'frif we don't keep our I"? VrettT tight hut. we take a St niw : what Eddie got. If "?, case 8"m('- IIow y0ur ft" . J IIT '' . fcnnw Mary IRliereu. i 1.. ." Jiine like this before." k1' .Mi'tTj. nlcntT of time to 1W-. ,".' n.,n finished firry for having aroused her . That misat a r" IV i . " v- in irnorance of the wrbaps. or she might weaken the whole show. "in.it I want to find out now lsr Mlf off a the fearsome-looking u rime t" take their . plates " RnitPD sat thougntiuny mrn- (alt-ee!lar in his fingers. 5 " . .,nlr " t down here. Mike," Bowen lowered T. "i n-nt to cot the lowdown mm.- ( , , n waiter's expansion remained ":..m'. Mnrv thought his eyes 'Ti'flen'm of interest as ho looked ... v Hmihf he hnd plenty of mm to hate the pompous inspector. n;jtwas Hcnr flint he and Rowen friendly footing. i think mnvlie he s nena, ne oi- :WJ tiw bit. TKid? Whpn? how lonfj bro;- vn asked excitedly. iih w timp. Mnybe 10 year " -.niter explained. ph." Bowen snorted. Not this TPry much alive no lonc- .".w two weeks aeo. Where did Lb him? Pure you (lot the nam ...) Fly: lie looRea anour vniniy i iwrimpn of the species by way ;ftrHnn. Kindine none, he cave kiitition of a sonrinc insect, end- nther. ITli fizelpd anpreeiaticely. "Sure, Ur he said. TWf did yon know him, up In t Bis House?" sn rt waiter n nhleematlc man- L- broke and he became excited. Ton better lay off that guy, he la rcrh.epp!" he warned. 'Etc kill anybody ?" Bowen fcM (juietlv. T;ty. Ihpy not eaten him Tor It. iifniart cny. Good lawyers, lotsa 4b. leih!" 1 prppsed silence held his two tfn. Encouraged. Mike continued Md no the man's reputation. p'irh hi tone was one of deep "X nU admiration was plain. It a tb humble craftsman praising irtiit. Tew null hrm In two, three times tbt Dfntrict Attorney go for him. T jet nothing on him. They can't .1 him. Always he goes free! Ah, ii bad Riiy, that one! Yeah!" Vren utirred. stretched, yawned, P"erj evidence of dismissing the jrt. Following his lead, Mary fiirew hr fascinated gaze from Tsiters sombre countenance. H bad gleamed for a few scant "tats with genuine emotion, and wpreparations to go. Mike jumped j. "OS. bT the wnt." "Rntron rnllpd. remember what you were tnlk- rrtime ahont the other day. Mtke? iwnf it all frxpd for you. Give pt etter in a day or two. and you finp to hhav and he'll fix tou Vplare. that 'speak' of his. Got :'irap bent a mile." "it laid his change on the bill. '. -W it to Mike, who refused Til tell ymi what toii can do for me. if that'a the way you feel," he imid. 'Keep your ears open up at fehay s you're liable to hear some thing. Shay'a it The Fly's old stamp ing ground. I hear. If he's still in town you'll see him around there, un less he's hiding out. All I want you to do ts tip me off if you see him I want to get a look at him sometime." Mike showed signs of distress. "You bring the cops?" he asked fearfully. "Xo, no, no! Mike, hare T ever pulled a fast one on you? Well, you can trust me. You know that." They glnnced through the clouded glnss of the high front windows at a leaden sky which still dripped rain. "Ever play the horses, Mike?" Bo wen asked, casually. Mike spread his hands. "Some times. Xo good. 1 lose much money." "I see you have. Ever hear of a horse called La Mosca?" "La Mosca? The Fly eh?" "You've got the idea." "Xo, that Is a new one." "Never mind. How would you like to go down to the tracks when's your day off? Friday?" Bowen took out his wallet, extracted from it two ten-noiinr bills and a five, and shoved them across the table. "I hope the office covers me on this. If they don't I'll be arfyind eating off you, Mike, til pay-day." But Mike was retreating from the proffered money as if it were fire. "Listen, this is on the level!" Bo wen protested. "Take it. You don't have to do a thing but play the horses and keep your ear peeled." "Yeah? What I do?" Mike drew the money toward him, pocketed it in one swift movement, and listened hard. "Find out where the Fly Is. He won't be around the trucks, probably, but he's been there lately, and they'll know where to find him. They all know me down there. They wouldn't tell me, and they can sraeU a dick a mile nwny. But you can nose around and get the boot, and maybe a bullet in the gizzard. See?" Mike nodded. "Also, you might find out who owns this La Mosca filly. May be just a hunch of mine, but it strikes me funny You go down, Mike, and I'll be around and buzt you on it; see what you find out." There was a moment's pregnant si lence. Mike turned his back on Mary and leaning toward Bowen poured out a flood of rapid whispering. "Hey, wait take it slow" Bowen objected. When the snake-like hiss ing subsided the reporter relaxed and waved hii away. "Oh, no, no, no!" he answered, "that'a all right. Well, see you Sat urday, Don't forget what I told you.' The waiter bowed deeply to Mary, in unexpected fashion, and scuttled away. "What did he say?" Mary asked fearfully, unable to restrain her cur iosity. Bowen's left eyebrow jerked qula zically. "He was apologizing because he was unable to do the job for as bump him off." Mary laughed from sheer nervous ness. It was still raining, but they were both anxious to get out of the place. Never had fresh air smelled so sweet. "I'll get you a taxi,' Bowen offered, but Mary shook her head. "I'll take the bus at the eorner." "Sorry I haven't an umbrella for you. Take this, anyhow it'll Veep you dry getting on and off, and yon can give it to one of the flunkeys when you're done with It. It's none of mine." Mary looked down at the coat he laid over her arm. It was an Eng lish mnke, well worn. Hastily she opened it and examined it with shak ing fingers. Stitches here, where a seam had ripped. "But this is my brother Kddle's coat! Where did you find it?' she gnsped. "Why," stammered the startled re porter. "I found it In the upper hall of the Jupiter house that night'of the murder. It was hanging over the stair-rail. I thoncht on of the 'news paper men had left it there, so I took it home wfth me." (To Be Continued) HORIZONTAL I Vioeral ued MWftpr iber Is the 1MTK :iCorrwive iwting on ittil Hodgepodge. Ringed. 4 tear iVi!Bi h "tier. ;ti teeth. nn J paid a 'or killing DID, Wctnt. ords Wrtrs. I:;? "dunce. rt or "ir ViSer. stlt of I;31" body. i. "Fours and Fives" YESTERDAY'S ANSWER mm 42 To rent. 44 Twitching. 46 By. 47 Trlvalent. 51 Haunts. 65 To wound. 66 Playing card. 58 Labor. 69 Herb. 60 To rub out 61 Notion. 62 To care for. 63 Drain. 64 Woman'! girdle. VERTICAL 1 Any wrongful 2 Opposite of aweather. 5 Mark. i Chief product of the South. 6 Chimney piece. 6 Exclamation of sorrow. 7 Rodent 8 Paragraph In a newspaper. 8 Auto body. 10 Important product la Brazil. 11 Mussel. 12 Let It stand. IS Lacerated, 11 Resembling the normal tissues. 23 Irritates. 25 Tedium. 27 Suitable. 28 To low as ft cow. 29 Organ of hearing. 80 To wander about. 81 To consume. 83 Collection of facts. 84 Dower property. 85 Before. 40 Said. 48 Amatory. 45 Quotes. 46 Simon called 47 DemonitratlTl pronoun. 48 Law. 49 Metal found la vicinity Of Duluth. 60 Anxiety. 81 Flower, 62 DroTe. 63 Scarfs. ' 64 Bed lath.- 67 rnrooked. 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