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MCTFO'D irXW TRTBUNE, MEPFOKTX QBEGON, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST , 1933.
7 HIDDEN DOOR
BY FRANK L. PACKARD
Bryopsim Reddy fur.
crook, juat had told Colin Htu
the etory of hi sister's death t
the hand of a myateriou criminal
called the Uask. Colin it a writer
of detective fiction, and i not sur.
vrtoed to know that Reddv expect
to trace down and kill the Uak,
who rule many criminal canal
through underling who each know
him in only one of hi Numerous
dttguiee. Neither Colin nor Reddv
i surprised when alter a timid
knock "Colonel Hargreav" en
ter, for Colin befriend manv
down-and-out men in hi aueat lor
material. But Harpreave t the
Uaek; he hoot down Reddv, and
wound Colin. Colin weakly drop
himeelt to the telephone and call
the police.
Chapter Five
THE POLICE ANGLE
DETECTIVB SERGEANT TIM
MULVEY, who was one of those
police "pale" of Colin to whom Red
dy had referred, was In charge of
the case. He sat now where Heddy
Turner had sat nearly a month ago
In the - deep leather-upholstered
lounging chair, facing Colin across
the lattor's desk. And again It was
Dear midnight
Colln's face, thin and drawn,
showed the marks of a long Illness.
As a matter of fact he had horered
between life and death with the odds
heavily against him for a matter of
ten days. It was only that morning
he bad been discharged from the
hospital with very definite Instruc-
.j all deaf In both ears when any
aontlon of the Mask was made. And
yet the Mask exists and was cer
tainly known by that name to some
of those men.
"It Is true that Redy must have
come pretty close to unearthing his
quarry, otherwise no attention
would hare been paid to him. I am
thoroughly convinced that all be
said was literally true."
"It's too bad be badn't spilled a
little of It, then!" grunted Detective.
Sergeant Mulvey. "Not to the police,
of course! No fear! The 'Reddys' are
all alike. But to you."
"Granted," agreed Colin. "But be
didn't. I've told you everything
Reddy said about him, and so far
you " .
THE telephone was ringing. Colin
reached across the desk and
picked up the receiver.
"Yes? Hello?" he said and then
his Jaws clamped suddenly together.
Over the wire came that unforgettable-voice
with Its quaver and
Southern drawl.
"Mr. Colin Hewitt?"
"Yes!" Colin bit off the word.
"Hargrcaves speaking. Colonel by
courtesy, sir. But perhaps you bad
already recognized my voice?"
"I bad!" said Colin grimly. "Alias
the Mask, I believe. Any name will
"Alias the Mask, I believe," said Colin.
. tlons to go slow and take the utmost
care of himself until he was back to
normal again. -They
were discussing the case.
Prom the night of the murder the
police had got nowhere.
"If you ask me" Detective Ser
geant Mulvey swung the stub of a
thick cigar from one corner of his
mouth to the other "Reddy handed
you a fairy tale. This bird ain't any
thing like that. When we get him
you'll see he's nothing more than a
dirty rat in a amall way of business
that keeps under cover from his own
gang in order to save his own hide,
and the gang falls for the mysterious
unknown who yanks the strings, and
eats It all up alive the way your
readers do."
"I don't agree with you," Colin re
plied bluntly. "Tim, he was so hot
on the Mask's track that night that
It cost him his life. Can't you let
that sink In?"
"CURB, I can!" returned Detective
Sergeant Mulvey gruffly. "It'a
the old, old story! To hell with the
police! Reddy, on a lone hunt, was
after the guy that bumpod oft his pal
-and killed his sister. Finally, lust
when be thinks that In another
twenty-four hours or so he'll be
pumping the man full of holes, the
othir gets him first. That's all right!
But It doosn't mean that this Mask
gaiebo Is the one and onlyl Reddy
got excited when he stumbled on
that Mask stuff, that's all."
"And again I disagree," returned
Colin calmly. "Reddy wasn't the
kind to get excited that way.'
"Oh, well" Detective Sergeant
Mulvey shrugged his big shouldors
"let that gol You'll scol"
"When?" Inquired Colin blandly.
The thrust went home.
"Damn It!" snapped Detective
Sergeant Mulvey. "I don't know, do
I? We're doing all we can. I'm not
making any bonos about It to you.
So far the case Is a total loss."
"Which rather goes to pcove,
doesn't It," Colin suggested quietly,
"that there Is at least some basis of
fact In Rcddy.'a assertion and that
you are dealing with an unusual alt
uatlon? You've had dosens of gang
sters up for questioning, and they
do." He glanced at Detective Ser
geant Mulvey. At the mention of the
Mask, the Homicide bureau man had
started up abruptly from his chali
and had stopped to the edgo of the
desk. "Sprry you haven't corns
around In person, but It's a pleasure
to hear your voice once more."
"I doubted at one time, sir,"
drawled the voice, "If you ever
would again. I had no intention ol
meroly wounding you that night, but
nevertheless I have called you up
now to congratulate you on your re
turn to health, sir."
"It Is really too good of you," said
Colin evenly.
, "And also for another reason to
eipross the hope that your recovery
will be permanent. I shot you bo
cause of the possibility that your
friend Reddy might have unduly
confldod In you In respect of myself.
Since then I have watched with In
terest the activities of the police. It
la axlomatlo that you would have
confided In the police; but the ac
tions of the police have been so
ridiculous, that I am convinced you
had nothing Intimate to Impart. It
therefore gives me groat pleasure to
say that you have nothing more to
fear from me."
"Again this Is really too good of
you," Colin said levolly.
"Provided," the voice drawled on,
"that you do not meddle. I think, sir,
that you would be much better ad
vised to go away somowhere for your
health rathor' than spend your time
with Detective Sergeant Mulvey.
You might be led Into temptation
In which case I assure you, sir, you
will not live 24 hours. I think that
Is all, except to ask you to convey my
compliments to Detective Sorgeant
Mulvoy, who, I am Informed, Is again
with you tonight after the three
hours, doomed from the outset to
futility, which you spent together In
the rogues' gallory at headquarters
this nftornoon. Good night."
There came a faint click from the
othor end of the wire. Colin faced
Detective Sergeant Mulvoy.
"The Mask oh?" grunted the
other.
"Yes."
(Copyright, JSJJ, Van h. Packard)
Colin, tomorrow, hunts up a
bunch of skeleton keys.
FIFTY GAIN JOBS BY
NRA PLAN IN BAKER
BAKER, Aug. 2, (AP rirty addi
tional ptrooni ftr citlmated to hav
ben placed at work In Baker bual
new establishments m result of
the decision ol merchants at gene
' GOTHAM HERO PATH
NEW YORK, Aug. 2. (AP) Behind
screaming police sirens and under ft
generous shower of confetti and ticker
tape, Amy and James Molllson, Eng
land's famous flying couple, rode the
heroes' route to city hall yesterday
for an official reception and two of
the city's gold medals.
Police estimated that 200,000 lined
Broadway from the Battery to City
Hall Park as the noisy parade passed
up the canyon-like thoroughfare.
SELECTED FOR OREGON
WASHINGTON. Aug. -. (AP)
The set-up of emergency reemploy
ment directors for the 48 states was
completed today with the appoint
ment of Robert 6. Qulnby as direc
tor for Massachusetts; Mrs. Lottie
Ware Mesder, for Maine, and . L.
Mersereau, for Oregon.
Mersereau Is from Portland, Ore
gon. The appointment are for three
months.
Wife Would Drop
Torrence Junior
LOS ANOELBS, Aug. 2. (UP)
Ernest Torrence, Jr., son of the late
film character actor, was sued for di
vorce today by Mrs. Llllore Green
Torrence, Beverly Hills socialite, who
charged be told her she no longer
charmed him.
iwrcnco icit liicix come 1UI May t
26, she said, after she accused him i
of being rude to their guest at a
party.
Tax delinquencies In South Dakota
for five years. 1927 to 1931 inciu-.
slve, totaled more than SI 6,000.000.:
Florida la wet, topograprlcally it
has 30,000 lakes.
S'MATTER POP
By C. M. PAYNE
ral meeting Monday night to co-operate
unanimously In the national re
covery program. The average hours
of operation will be 60 hours a week.
rvjiuL VA rPLEA6t ' ' Lot MA1
TAKE. MV diUM Y7 AT MAl3ouT )
TUT M- VJILtlAM'X HOY t '
Ismap at s J JtJ-
Sty f gU, 1933, by The Bell SyndlesC? -I
HELPING TO PACK
By GLUYAS WILLIAMS'
ASKS MOlrlS? CAN HE
HELP HER PACK VS.
D?lMK AMD IS 1&LD 10
BRlh-a HIS bOW 8L0E
SUlf OJfCFWS CLOSEf
REfllRNS AFfER A WHILE' '
WiTrl HIS OLD BROWN SUlt
AND HIS 51AMP fiOLLOfiOH
WO HE'D LIKE TO 1AKE
RfiRES, AR60IK6 HPS
SURE SHE SAID BROWN
Surf AnD HEPOESNf
see Why shecanV &t(
HIS SfiWS IN .
"TEN MIXU1E5 LATER GALLS
WVb BRlN6rK6 HIS BLUE
SUrf, HE HADf0S1bP1&
PASTlf SoMEStrWSlN
iHAf noi OUf
6RW6S BLUE SUTf AKD WHILE MOTHER lb ODf Of"
LEAKS OH TfcUNK , ASKItfe ROOM , PrVES INfO CM -TO!
QUEStiOKS A MlNUfE TENfe 0E TRUNK TO
WHILE MOTHER IS TW1N6 ' MAKE SORE SHE PACKED
fO CoMCOJTROTrT ON PACKINfc HIS FlSHlN6 TACKLE
MOTHER, SEEING WE
HAVOC, DECIDES HE'D
BETTER 60 OOT-OF-pOORS
UNTiL SHE HAS riNlSHEP
(Copyright. 19S3, by The Ben Syndicate, Inc.)-
RETURNS WHEN TWNK
HAS BEEN PACKED fiND
locked, to remark
that there was half
A CAKE OFCrtOCOLPiTe
IN Hl6 BIDE- Surf
TAILSPIN TOMMY Feminine Marksmanship!
By OLKNN C BAFFIN
UAL FOBKESX
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BRINGING UP FATHER
By George McManus
IT EEMtD THNiC(E WOMJ QUICKLY
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