PAGE TWELVE
Ike.. HIDDEN DOOR
BY FRANK L. PACKARD
JYNOPKiat Colin BrwM hat
rome oil the tray from New York
to tin Cult of tit. MuffBM to de
liver a tnyaterioua letter to Joe
Latum, and find htm fuat a (he
crooks' club whera Latarre Uvea ta
attack! by a gang of Dollaire'B
htlackera. Laaarre, upon icftoe.
h'lp Colin had counted agatnat tha
Manic, brutal New York killer, la
ahot vmler Coltn'a ayea. Colin ha
been bound to a tree by two ot
Dollatre'a men; walling tor him in
a motor boat ta Qermatna Tram-
' Hay. whom ha lorea and for ichoee
eacty ha feara. Tha fight goea on.
Chanter 21
THE FIRE
t'OR a little tlms Colin lar there
with his eyes closed, flshtlnf for
composure but there was no com
posure either mental or physical.
And physically be was acutely con
scious again of the brutal throbbing
In his head; and conscious that the
gag In bis mouth bad become a tor
ture. Ho looked around him again. The
powerhouse door was open, and he
could see figures milling about In
the lighted Interior, and otber fig
ures grouped just outside the door.
Dollalre had obviously got Inside
with some of bis men, but there did
not appear to be any lighting going
on there. Dollalre's quarry evident
ly bad taken refuge down below.
Bouchard's "elevator," or the way to
operate It; and, outside, the figures
he bad seen before were still
grouped near the door.
He looked across again at the
clubhouse door. Latarre had man
aged to shift his position a little and
had drawn himself back just over
the threshold. Colin watched In bit
ter Impotence for a few moments as
the wounded man made a succes
sion of feeble and unsuccessful ef
forts to retreat still farther and
then he abruptly turned bis atten
tion once again to the power bouse.
Something of moment was going
on there now. Those Inside were
pouring out ot the door, and, joining
those without, were all running
away to one side of the clearing.
What was It all about? It wasn't that
In soma way the club "members" bad
got the upper hand, for there was
still desultory firing going on In the
woods on both sides of the power
house, and, besides, Dollalre's men
must outnumber the others by more
tban two to one.
Colin stared perplexedly wblle
perhaps a minute, perhaps two, drag
ged by and then the fiont of the
power house seemed to bulgo sud
denly outward, and there came tho
flash and roar of a terrlflo explosion.
The lights In both the power bouso
and clubhouse went out. There was
Colin eould do nothing.
Something Impelled him against
bis will to lot his eyes rest again on
the clubhouse door and the veranda.
Konnlston was still sprawled there,
bead downward on the steps, but un
leas he was the victim of an hallucl'
nation Laiarre, who was lying halt
across tho threshold, was making an
(fort to move,
, k minute passod. Twice Lazarre
attempted to gain his knees only to
Ink back again. Lararre at least
was not dead.
' A strange, vague hope came to
Colin. Even though he was power
less to reach or aid tha other, It was
something to know that Lazarre was
sot dead. It wm not the end not
yet, Lazarre was not dead.
Mechanically Colin strained at his
wrists again. No good In that. Out
thore was no ono to watch hlra now,
and surely thorn was some way of
getting the gag out ot his mouth. Ills
arms made a loop around the tree,
jbut his legs were free.
He struggled to bis feet, working
tils arms upward behind him. Then
with tbe idea ot dislodging the neck
tie that held the gag In place, he
pressed the back of his head hard
against the tree trunk, and began to
rub vigorously on the necktie. After
a moment, still knotted behind. It
lipped down and dangled like a
noose around his neck. He spat out
tbe gng. Ills mouth was thick, his
tongue swolk-n. llo made a guttural
sound.
IV'KLU It didn't matter, dpeech
would comeback quickly enough.
Anyway, the thing was gone now and
no longer tortured him
There was firing now. He eould
tee flashes through the trees on both
aides ot tho power house. He nodded
to himself In undorstandlng. There
was a hole in the rat trar, as Chris
tophe had phrased it, and the rats
Had emergod only to run Into Dol
lalre's men who, strategically placed,
were waiting for them.
Ilut Dollalre himself did not seem
to be making much headway so far
as the power houso was concernef..
Ho could see figures mot it g around
inside, presumably searching fori
only the moonlight now. With an ex
ultant yoll, the crowd that had gath
ered at tha edge of the clearing was
rushing back again to the power
house.
Colin remohiborod Larocque's con
temptuous disposal of any difficulty
that a trick opening In the cement
floor might present. "We can blast
the whole thing open," Larocque bad
said. That was what they had done,
ot course. They were swarming IB
and out like bees at a hive.
COLIN circled his bruised Hps with
his tongue. What was It they
were after In there? no couldn't see
nearly so well as before. The blast
obviously had wrecked the dynamo,
and the Interior was black except
tor what appeared to bo the bobbing
and wholly Inadequate lights, like
flitting flre-fllos, of a lantorn or two.
He could still make out Lazarre
though, a crumpled shape on the
threshold ot the club; the moonlight
was sufficient for that, and
A voice bellowed out, (ull-lunged,
In French, from the direction ot the
power house, and carried distinctly
across the clearing to Colln's ears:
"Hen I Get some more light herel
Soma of you take these cans ot oil
and spill them over 'the veranda
there, and touch them off. They
won't need their club after tonight.
It will make a good bonfire!"
That was Dollalre undoubtedly.
Dollalre the toxl Fox? The man waa
an Incarnate Colin strained for
ward Involuntarily, wrenching vio
lently at his wrists, as the full sig
nificance of what he had heard burst
upon him. Set fire to the veranda I
Tbe whole club would burn like tin
der. Tbere was Lazarre , . ,
He saw figures running toward the
clubhouse, then a queer, spreading
glow, then a (lame. An Inarticulate
sound cams from Colin'a lips. He
could do nothing. They had started
tha lire on the side of the veranda
that faced the power house but It
was only a matter ot time not long
not many minutes before the fire
would catch the walls and creep
around to the front.
(Copyright, 1933, Frank L, Packard)
Tomorrow, Qtrmalne takes a
hind In this dangerous same.
Beer Made Legal
By Arkansas Bill
LITTLE ROCK. Ark., AuT. 33.
(AP( Deer became legal In Arkansas
at !l:ld a. m. todny when Governor
J. M. Kutrelt signed the engroaaed
copy of the brer bill psssed by the
legislature making the sale and man
ufacture of 3.2 beer and light wluea
legal Immediately.
Motorists in England and Wales
paid flues totaling tha equivalent ot
more than SI. 180,000 In 1833. Of
fenders numbered S3R.002, sn In
crease of 0.348 over 1931.
I ii 1 1? I . ,. 4s TNI
STIP
NATION
today aaeailed the program of a gn-!
eral iea tax for unemployment re-,
lie f u a conspiracy by oertaln 'blind j
leaders' to effect a permnent ablft
of tax burden onto tbe backs of
people of amali means and recom
mended Instead a tax on liquor, to-
dbcco ana ovier luxuries, lie saia j
iuav SB rjfcv uu ocooiuu uiC leg una-
ture would be necessary as tbe pros
pective early repeal of tbe lBtb
amendment will require liquor con
trol legislation even If employment
conditions Improve.
Dean Theodore Hoover of Stan
ford university, brother of former
President Hoover, has ofered to do
nate to the state 1.150 acres to in
crease the size of the California Red
wood part. If matched by a aim liar
acreage.
UTILITIES CANNOT mmmi LIQUOR, LUXURY
Thomas, public utilities commission- fiALEM. Ore.. Aug. 25. fcw Dl
MnnriPr f. linn TP r. telcnraphed in answer tolnoulrte. rector, of the North r.clllc Nut TIW I H. iTl H I TiTt
ibnLftutunaKbLu,rom,'ewTork imh,rn,0;" AA AUVUUA tu
iiiwiiu IUU Ulil IIIUI.W Th.OT.aa ass asked wba the action 'mum prices, estimated this year's 1 1 1 1 I llV I U VI 1 1 lL
- of the Oregon commlaslon would be .filbert :rop would run from 800 to
SALEM, Ore., Aug. 25. (P) No If earnings are reduced below a fair ' 700 tons. Last year's crop waa 600 BAKER, Ore, Aug. 25. (IP)
Increase in present rates of publlo and reasonable return because of fed- tons. Senator W. H. Strayer of this city
S'MATTER POP By C. M. PAYNE SUBURBAN HEIGHTS sy gluyas Williams
(Oonyrifht, 1933, by Tbe BQ lyndkale, las.)
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r&sSL- ' IrXffiiSL-, 1 ?? And mow the lawn while his wife t, IMU ' lhult
WWb$Sl I v2j -3. WAS IN TOWN, ERNIE PLUMER HIRED A SMALL K ' i- '" i" ''.
tY fX V) ' I iSL lr XArl BOV 10 DO IT. BUT RETURNlKfi. FROM THE SOLF '''
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BRINGING UP FATHER
By George McManua
WELL I OOWT KMOW WHAT
THAT WL)t ' ORAMK IN THS
GESMAM VILLAGE, OUT IT
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know swk wouldn't let
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