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PAGE SIX THE CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1930 LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE The BeUe Of The Ball By Harold Gray TM BIG SHOT $J by FRANK L PACKARD - Chapter 18 BY CANDLELIGHT Followed by the guardian of the iou, Enid made her way along the halL Her loot struck the riser of a stair and the (tumbled. Behind her Batty Rose laughed raucously- "Didn't I tell youse we wu going upstairs? Cant you lilt your ft' She made no answer as she re corered berselt and went on; but at the head ot the stairs she rj&used. i cant see anything." she said. "T don't know where to go." "Walt where you are. then, he rnllMl rrufflY. She elt him brush at her, and a moment later he lighted a candle that stood on a ledge of some kind against the wall. "Now we'll take a look at youse, he said. Her hand shot forward, the mus le of her automatic on a line with his eyes. "Better look at thlsl" she said In a, hard metallic monotone. He drew back with a startled oath. "I thought dere was something pho ney about it. Wot's de Idea, an' who are youse?" He was not a prepossessing look ing object her Impression was that of a hulking figure with a bul let head and close-cropped black hair and small black eyes that squinted under drooping lids. "Never mind who I am," she said coldly. "Put your hands up over your head." "Nix I" he said sullenly. "Not for a skirt! Look out dat thing don't go oft an' frighten youse I An' maybe dere's mice In here too" he was edging slightly toward her "dere ain't nobody been living in de house for a long time!" "There'll be one who won't be living in it much longer if you make any move other than to do as you are told," she said icily. "I dont want to hurt you perhaps because I am only a nervous woman as you suggest, but because I am a woman and have to choose between you and Phil Martin, whom you've got hid den somewhere in this house, you will perhaps understand bow ser ious 1 am." He stared at her, his jaw sagging. "So dafs de lay, Is It?" He was mumbling now In a curious, puzzled way. Wot's de likes of youse got to do wid turn?" "Put your hands up!" For an Instant he hesitated, then hastily lifted his hands above his head. "Now turn around with your back to me," she ordered curtly, "and keep your hands whre they are!" Again he obeyed ber. The muzzle of her automatic bored Into the small of his back. She found his revolver in a hoUter at his belt and placed it in the pocket of ber coat. Then she picked up the catidle and stepped back from him. "You'll need your hands in a mo ment, so put them down!" Bhe was clipping off her words. "Now turn around, and lead the way to where you've got Phil Martin." He swung around, his hands at his sides, and shook his head. "Youse've got de wrong dope," he said roughly; dere ain't no Phil Martin here." Enid's lips firmed In a hard smile. "You're a little too late with that, aren't you?" she Inquired coldly. "You admitted a moment ago that he was here. But in any case I know that he Is a prisoner in the house. Furthermore, I know that Izzy My ers and the Big Shot are coming here tonight. I don't know when, but I know I have no time to lose so you will either take me to him at once, or I shall have to look for him myself." "Well" a sneer was creeping over Batty Rose's face "why don't youse, den?" "Because," she said, "I have no moans of tying you. and there would be only one alternative. I am a fair ly good shot, and I think I could disable you enough to answer the purpose without the wound neces sarily proving fatal but that would be your risk. Will you lead the way or not?" He cursed at ber now, clenching his fists. "I beueve youse would!" he snarled. "I'd like to get my hands on youse for dis, an' some day X hopes I does. Youse'll get wot's" "I am going to count three," she said tersely. "One!" "He's down dere In dat room at de end of de hall, where de door's shut," said Batty Rose hurriedly. "Lead the way, then, and open the door!" "Yes, but" Batty Rose was plead ing now "youse'll put out de light, wont youse? Dere alnt supposed to be nobody In dis house an' going along de hall wld It somebody might lamp It from de street." She laughed at him derisively, "I didn't think you were a big enough fool to try to get away with that!" she said. "It doesn't matter to me who sees the light I want to see you. Now, go ahead!" For an Instant he bung back. then started toward the rear of the house. Holding the candle above her head and with her- automatic outllung before her, Knid followed him. Batty Rose halted before a closed door. "He's in here," he flung out over his shoulder surlily; "but de door's locked." "Unlock It, thenl she ordered levelly. "There Is no one but you who would have the key." "Who said I hadn't?" he snarled. "Gimme a chance!" He took a key from his pocket and Introduced it in the lock. It seemed to stick. Then suddenly, quick as the winking of an eye, he swung it shut behind him. And with the current of air from fthe slamming of the door the can dle in Enid's hand flickered and went out. Like one dazed and stunned, Enid stood there for a moment motion less in the darkness. She heard Batty Rose's footsteps racing away on the other side of the' closed uoor. And then impulsive ly she flung the door open, stepped forward and then heard him clatter ing down the back stairs. She moved back into the hall. The bare floors were like sounding boards. There was no way of head ing off Batty, though instinctively she started back along the hall to ward tne head of the front stairs that led to the basement. She heard him wrench open the basement door to the street, heard it bang as it was precipitately shut again and then silence. She was alone in the house, ex ceptexcept for she choked back a sudden sob in her throat except for Phil Martin. That door had probably never been locked at all! She had been neatly tricked. And now he was gone obviously for only one purpose: to communicate with Izzy Myers, or the Big Shot, or some other members of the eane. now long would it be before some of them were back, enough of them who wouldn't be unarmed not only to prevent Phil Martin from escaping, but to trap her as well? Phil!" she cried out wlldlr "Phlll" His name came spontane ously to her lips. "Phil!" Where are you?" There was no answer. She would have to find him light the candle again and find him. But she had no matches. There must be some somewhere, though. That ledge where Batty Rose kept me cancue there should be matches therel She groped her way back along the hall. Her fingers searched tne ledge, anxiously, carefully, inch by inch. There were no matches here. For a moment her heart sank and (Continued on Page T t-tovfcl MS OM-VT VlfcS SVOfcU. - rVNT 'boot ACROSS L Soaas i a Sot 4, HtflftB. btrtll lha jordaa t. Mnaar-r Is. Jaana'a sals II. 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