Illinois Valley News, Thursday, April 23, 1942
Page Six
THE CHEERFUL CHERUB
PATTERNS
SEWDNG COPCLE
THE STORY SO FAR: Joan Leland
accepta a aerrelarlal position in a night
club and falls In lose with the handsome
proprietor. Karl Miller. Her sister. Syb
il. susperts Karl's motives and Is not
mollified when he also gets her a new
position. Paul Sherman, club manager,
warns Joan about Karl but she defends
him to both Paul and Sybil. Delivering
a mysterious message for Karl to a
tramp steamer, she finds Paul secretly
following her. He rescues her from Erie
Strom, Karl's partner, when Eric tries to
kiss her. Karl shoots and kills Eric In
Joan's presence, and threatens to blame
her If she calls the police. He admits
he Is German, and part of a spy ring. To
her surprise, Paul backs him up. At her
home that night, Paul enters through the
window and reveals himself as Paul
O'Malley of the FBI. Knowing her finger
prints were on the gun Karl made her
pick up. he had to side with him tempo
rarily, he explained, as this work was
more Important than their lives. Joan Is
sickened by the revelation that Karl also
has a wife in Germany. Sybil disappears.
Now continue with the story.
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CHAPTER X
One-thirty and still Sybil had not
come home. What had she meant
by that note saying ‘'something ter
rible had happened?"
‘‘She never trusted Karl." Joan
spoke fearfully.
Paul was looking out of the win
dow. "He's not there now. What
ever happened to Sybil had nothing
to do with Karl personally.
He
hasn't been out of sight all eve
ning. Of course there are plenty
of others working with him.”
"Karl said that everyone at the
Club Elite was involved. Is that
true?”
"I’m afraid so. Karl is too clever
to take any chances.”
"But what does he actually do?"
Paul thrust his hands into his
pockets and stared nt the fire. "I'm
not sure of all his activities and I
have no proof, but he is suspected
of transferring plans of bombing
planes and munition plants to other
foreign agents. He’s working with
Someone else, of course."
"Remember that freighter Karl
took me to and later sent me to with
■ package?"
"Maybe
establishing
refueling
bases for submarines."
"Not here!" Joan cried.
"No. Probably in the South At
lantic. I don't know yet."
Joan sighed. "I always wanted
adventure but I certainly didn’t ex
pect it to take this form."
"I'm sorry you got in so deep."
Paul told her very seriously.
"It’s my own fault.
You tried
to warn me, so did Sybil . . .”
Their eyes met. Two o’clock and
Sybil was still out.
"I'm going," Paul said, rising,
"and you’d better get some sleep
I’ll be by for you at one-thirty.
Karl's orders, you know.” He smiled
grimly.
"It’s fortunate for both
of us."
"I’m not going to bed until Syb
comes." Joan insisted.
"Oh, yes you are! You need your
sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a
tough day. You've got to be click
ing on ull cylinders. Both our lives
are at stake. You can't afford to
make a slip. If Karl ever finds out,
we ll end up just like Eric."
“Don't say that! Oh Paul, I've
been such a fool. I loved him . . ."
He patted her shoulder. "We all
muke mistakes," he said comfort
ingly
When he had gone she tried to
obey his instructions
She went to
bed and tried to sleep.
But the
grandfather's clock had chimed
three, then three-thirty before she
slept, a fitful doze. It was a little
after six when she awoke
"Sybil!” she called hysterically,
but there was no reply. Her sister’s
bed was untouched.
Joan got up. shivering in the cold
of the December morning. She went
into the kitchen and made a pot of
coffee. What had happened to Sybil?"
"I've got to keep my head," she
thought desperately, pouring the
cotfee with shaking hands. "But 1
feel so helpless."
At one-thirty Paul arrived and
took Joan to the Club Elite.
"Now remember." he said as he |
parked the car, "we're not friends
Ignore me. And watch your step."
"I'll do my best." Joan said grim
ly
But it was not easy to walk into
this office, to see Karl sitting at
his desk with the familiar red car
nation in his buttonhole, the same
smile that had once endeared him
to her
Willi shaking hands she re
moved tier hat and coat and sut
down at her di sk.
"Paul tells me you have decided
to be sensible." Karl commented.
What else can 1 do?" She paused
for a moment, then burst out. What
have you done to my sister?”
Karl regarded her with apparent
surprise.
"Sister? What do you
mean?"
"She didn't come home all night."
Karl Miller shrugged and smiled.
"What makes you think I had any
thing to do with it? 1 have no inter
•st in your sister.”
“You know what 1 mean , .
"Let us get on with our work,"
Karl said
Joan managed to con
trol her resentment, and obeyed.
The afternoon finally dragged to
a conclusion At six Paul Sherman
appeared and he and Karl had a
short conversation in German, after
which Karl left
"I'm taking you to dinner," Paui
•aid, "Karl's orders."
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Juan laid the dazzling emerald before Karl without speaking and
Karl put it in his pocket as if it had been a slip of paper.
Without a word Joan got her coat
and they left the club.
Safe in a small restaurant, she
asked, “What about Sybil? Have
you heard anything?”
"Not a word. And I can’t ask
Karl. It’s too much of a chance.”
"But we have to do something,"
Joan pleaded.
"Wait until tomorrow and see
what happens”
Paul smiled grimly. "It amuses
me the way Karl trusts me. Even
the most clever criminals make one
fatal mistake. This is his.”
"You really think he trusts you
now?”
"Yes
And since he does, he is
sure to reveal something."
"And all this trouble started be
cause 1 wouldn't take Sybil's ad
vice.”
As Joan picked up her purse she
remembered the ring Karl had giv
en her. It was in its velvet box in
her purse where she had placed it
this morning. She had completely
forgotten to return it. Karl did not
seem to care particularly whether
she did or not.
"It's probably stolen anyway,”
Joan thought bitterly as Paul took
her back to the club.
Joan laid the dazzling emerald be
fore Karl without speaking and Karl
put it in his pocket as if it had been
a slip of paper.
Joan wanted to scream, to pour
out her anger
But she suspected
that it would only amuse him.
Karl actually seemed to think that
she would return to their former re
lationship. "You loved me yester
day." he reminded her. "What is
so different?”
"You can force me to work for
you—that’s all!" Joan told him, her
green eyes blazing. Had she ever
loved this cruel, conceited man?
An hour later Paul Sherman ap
peared again and said something to
Karl in his own language.
Joan
noticed that Paul did not look at her.
but she felt a personal importance in
those guttural words even though
she could not understand them.
Karl smiled as he turned to her
but there was warning in his eyes
“There are two officers here to
see you, Joan. I believe they have
news of your sister."
• • •
"The police!” In an instant Joan
was on her feet.
"Something about Sybil.” Karl re
peated calmly, but his eyes warned
her not to make a false move.
Joan risked a glance at Paul. It
seemed to her that he shook his
head ever so slightly. He was try
ing to tell her not to take any
chances
"All right," Karl snapped. "Show
them in."
Paul disappeared.
When tlie door opened as he left.
Joan could hear the music and
laughter from the front of the club.
Christinas gayety! How could these
people laugh and be merry? How
could they be so unaware of the
drama that went on in that back
office?
"Watch your step." Karl advised
"If you say anything, you will be
the loser. 1 warn you
I will not
hesitate to use all the cards I hold
Shall we put it that way?"
Her green eyes filled with tears
"Don’t worry! Sybil is all I’m think
ing about now/."
Paul returned with two officers.
"Sorry to bother you. Mr. Miller."
"Not at all," Karl replied gra
ciously
"Tell me." Joan cried, "is it some
thing about my sister? What's hap
pened to her?"
"We re not sure it's your sister.
Miss Leland. We want you to come
down to headquarters and identify
the clothes."
"Clothes? You mean .
. oh. no!'
Her voice rose to a scream.
"Take it easy now,” the officer
advised. "We’re not sure."
"Tell me.” Joan begged. "Where
did you find them?”
"A woman's garments were found
on tire Golden Gate Bridge—a coat,
shoes and a handbag with a letter
addressed to your sister. Apparent
ly it was suicide,"
"Suicide' Sybil would never do a
thing like that!”
' Maybe ahe didn't
Maybe she
just wants you to think so. But
we called up her employer, Mrs
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Mrs. Jones was taking her two
small sons home to her people for
a visit. And she was finding the
^ARRANJAY’S
journey a bit more than a task.
Presently from one corner of
the railway carriage came a plain
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tive voice.
The path of duty is the way of
"What was the name of the last glory.—Tennyson.
station we stopped at, mother?”
“I don’t know,” snapped Mrs.
Jones, "and don’t bother me when
I’m reading.”
After a few minutes’ silence the I
youngster spoke again:
"Well, it’s too bad you don't
know the name of the station, be
cause our Jimmy got off back
there.”
Murdock, and she said she hadn’t
shown up for work.”
Joan's eyes were upon Karl. “You
had something to do with this,” her
eyes accused.
For one moment she was tempted
to pour out the whole story of the
spy ring, to scream her accusations,
but Paul was at her side now, grasp
ing her firmly by the arm, and the
pressure told her to be silent.
Karl was saying. "I’m terribly
sorry, Joan. You may go with the
officers. Paul will go with you and
see that you get home safely."
"Thanks!” Joan flung the word
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into his expressionless face.
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health
—to the nation’s welfare! Your
All the way to headquarters Joan
time is too valuable to gamble on infe
prayed that all this might be a mis
rior seeds.
The Maharaja Dinner, served by
take—that those clothes found on
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the Golden Gate Bridge were not
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Sybil's. It could flot be Sybil! Her
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sister had said she would “be bacx
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your
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she told them tonelessly.
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There was a sympathetic silence er and bonnet. For every little
as an officer removed the clothes girl can put the jumper with its
and letter.
cunning bolero topper on now and
"Do you know of any reason why wear it.
your sister should have done this?”
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"No." Joan wanted to cry but that inspires even the sewing ama- j
the tears would not come. A great teur to get out scissors and cloth i
pain welled up inside her. Sybil! and begin. The jumper is so very
Sybil was all she had in the world! simple to make and the bolero of-
.
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She felt the floor swaying beneath
her. She clung to the table.
“Poor kid!” Paul was saying as
he helped her into a chair. Some
one else brought a glass of water.
"It's almost impossible to recov
er a body from that part of the
bay." one of the men was saying.
"Of course we'll do all we can but
Keeping Young
the tide is so strong
. .”
"Are you the girl who took my
'Xitop it!" Joan screamed. "I tell
order?” asked the impatient cus
you my sister didn't kill herself!
tomer in the cafe.
I know she didn't!" She was speak
"Yes, sir,” replied the waitress
ing incoherently now
politely.
The officers leaned closer. "Just
"Well, I’m hanged!" he re
what do you mean, Miss Leland?" marked. "You don’t look a day
Paul came to the rescue. “Miss older!”
Leland is hysterical. It's only nat
ural. This has been a terrible shock,
Could Be
of course
Probably a good night's
Jones—The Blacks brag about
sleep will fix her up. Why not let their ancestors as though they had
me take her home? She's had invented them.
enough for one night.”
Get several packages today and enjoy
Smith—I shouldn’t be surprised
"Sure,” the officer said sympa if they had.
thetically. "Go ahead.”
the
BREAKFAST”
Paul led the trembling figure down
The Moocher
the cold marble hall and into the
A big bowlful of Kellogg's Corn Flakes with some fruit and
“How many cigarettes do you
street. Joan could not have stood
lots of milk.
smoke a day?"
without his support.
“
Oh,
any
given
amount!"
"Why didn't you let me tell
them?" She asked over and over.
Fit Description
"Paul, you know Karl had some
Teacher—A collision is two things
thing to do with this.”
"We can't prove it," he reminded coming together unexpectedly, U illie,
her kindly.
"Our only chance to gu e mf on example.
Willie—Turns.
convict Karl of this, or anything
else, is to be seemingly unsuspi
Proven
cious."
"A scientist has discovered that
They were driving home now,
through the wet streets of San Fran singing warms the blood."
“He's right. I've heard singing
cisco. Wreaths shone from the win
dows of homes and apartments. that makes my blood boil."
Small Christmas trees sparkled.
Next week -Christmas
"Oh. Paul. I can't stand it!"
"Listen, honey." he said tenderly,
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"I don't think Sybil committed sui
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cide.”
"Then you think Karl is behind
NO MATTER. HOW MUCH
it?"
“I wouldn't be surprised. ’
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"But where is Sybil’ Has he . . .?”
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"As a natter of fact." Paul said
thoughtfully. "I think Sybil is alive
Now Uiis is pure theory, understand,
but 1 think Karl is trying to put a
scare into you. He's probably tak
en Sybil away somewhere, but I
don't think he's really harmed her.
He doesn’t want to take that much
of a chance. He wants her as a
J
hostage."
"You mean," Joan said slowly,
' CAMELS HAVE
"that Karl will someday tell me that
Sybil is alive and threaten her life
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if 1 don't do as he asks?"
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"That'S the way I have it figured
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"As long as Sybil is alive, that's
all that matters.
Surely we can
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find cut if we go on with Karl and
he isn't suspicious.”
1 AND THEY DO
“Good girl," Paul approved as
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they drove up before her apartment >
"If we work together. I think we
fc-l GOOD! f
can beat Karl Miller at his own ,
game. He's bound to make a slip i
and when he does we’ll have all the
evidence, not only about Sybil but
his other acUvities. You'll stick it
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