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PXGE EIGHT
5EEDF0RD MAIL" TRTBTJNE, MEDFORD, OREGON, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 1933.
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7u- MIDDEN DOOR
BY FRANK L. PACKARD
Chapter
FRIENDS MEET
ir HAT'S up your sleeve?" da
manded Sergeant Mulvey.
ffon've been thinking this oxer."
Yes." laid Colin with a dry lauih.
Ire bees thinking It over. In lact
lve mapped out a Uttle plan. What
I suggest Is that yon and 1 get Into
old Keppelsteln's house on the quiet
tonight, say around ten o'olook."
'Ton can leave that end of It to
me, as far as that goes," asserted
Sergeant Mnlvey complacently.
You think Keppelsteln Is"
"No; I don't," Colin Interrupted
calmly. "I don't think anything
about him, except that he's In on
this up to bis neck. He may even be
the Mask himself for all I know. In
cidentally, It wouldn't be a bad Idea
to Snd out what yon can about him
this afternoon."
"I wasn't overlooking that bet,"
stated Sergeant Mulvey with a hard
smile. "I'll have a line on him all
right. But what are yon and I doing
In his bouse at ton o'clock tonight?"
"To use the same tense," ex
plained Colin composedly, "we are
waiting for the raid on the tobacco
shop end of the Wine Press that you
are staging at about the same hour.
"What!" Sergeant Mulvey pulled
days," returned Sergeant Mulvey
grimly. "Does that lane run all the
way between the cross streets?"
"I don't know," Colin answered.
"I suppose so. It would hardly be
confined to the rear of the Wine
Press."
Sergeant Mulvey got up.
"I got a lot to dol" he said with
a crooked grin. "You stay put here.
Have your meal sent up. I may
want to get In touch with yon. Any
way, I'll meet yon on the corner a
block east of the Wine Press at
nine-thirty tonight"
"It'll be a long time to waltl" said
Colin.
IT proved to be. Colln's philosophy
was not proof against the Impa
tience and anxiety Induced by the
one question that, with its ramifica
tions, was never out of his mind as
the hours, unrelieved even by any
word from Sergeant Mnlvey, went
by.
Would tonight see Clarkie Lnnn
but a nightmare phantom of the
past, and Colin Hewitt, with all that
meant, but most of all Qermalne
now, free to resume his normal lite
again, or? There was always that
fateful "or." Bnt the hours passed
eventually and evening came.
It was misty, raining a little, the
street lamps throwing only a murky
"Stay put here," Mulvey told Colin.
himself sharply forward by the arms
of his chair. "Come again, please!"
"Yes, that's the Idea," said Colin
patiently. "That's it exactly. Have
yon forgotten that Buck O'Mara Is
handing out a little out to those
three skippers of Helmle Schwann
In Barney's parlor tonight?"
"No," said Sergeant Mulvey gruf
fly, "I haven't forgotten It, and that's
why I'm wondering If you're gone
erary."
"TyELL," he said, "any old reason
for the raid will do except
the real one. You can figure that out
to suit yourself. The main thing Is
that we know Buck will be there at
ten o'clock.
"So now get this, Tim and get It
right! It's a certainty that Buck
O'Mara and Helmle Schwann, and
God knows how many more of the
big shots that the Mask keeps on
bis payroll, all communicate with
the Mask on old Koppelsteln's side
of the wall by using that trick door.
If he Is afraid the whole place Is
going .o be pinched he's going to
make a bolt through that hidden
door and wise up the Mask and
we'll be waiting there to see how he
does It"
"That doesn't sound so bad," Mul
vey admitted. "But suppose nothing
happens? Suppose Buck O'Mara Just
walks In and then walks out of old
Keppelsteln's front door? The
game's up, ain't It? With the scare
thrown Into them, there's a To
Rent' sign going up there on the
Wine Press Just the same, ain't
there? And then what?"
"Something will happen," de
clared Colin confidently. "If It
doesn't It will be Just too bad for
Clarkie Lunn, bocauao then he'll
bare to sit In for another hand and
trait along with Buck O'Mara again
to pick up the broken pieces. And
that brings to mind one sweetly sol
emn thought Clarkie Lunn lent
looking for any publicity, or ere an
Introduction to any of your myrmidons."
"I ain't buying anr flowers these
glow, as he Joined Sergeant Mnlvey
at the appointed hour and place.
"All set Tim?" he asked the lone
figure he found waiting on the cor
ner. "I suppose It is. of course, or
I'd have heard from you." '
"Sure It Is," Sergeant Mulvey an
swered easily. "Likewise we're In
luck. The first part of It's a cinch.
We worked the peddler dodge and
one or two others, Keppelsteln ain't
home and nobody's gone In or come
out. since we put the spot on the
house around noontime. . '
"One of the boys, who's pratty
nifty at that sort of thing, got to
work on the back-door lock after
dark. Some lock, he says. Bnt he got
away with It so It'll look like it had
never been touched If we want to
lock It again. All we get to do Is to
walk In. As for tbe rut I dunno!"
Colin had shaken off the depres
sion of the afternoon.
"It can't go wrong," he said deci
sively. "It's the one sure play that
Buck O'Mara will make."
"Well, I'm counting on It too, ain't
I?" returned Sergeant Mulvey grim
ly. "What do you think I've got half
the New fork police force picketed
around here for? To give me tbe
laugh?"
And then, abruptly, as they moved
awr.y: "Say, Benny Malone had the
wrong dope on this Keppelsteln
bird In more ways than one. He ain't
here a lot of the time like tonight
We got some check-ups on blm to
day. Sometimes he ain't seen
around here for a week or maybe a
month at a stretch."
"I shouldn't be surprised," said
Colin quietly.
"What do you mean, you shouldn't
be surprised?" demanded Sergeojit
Mulvey In sudden suspicion. "You
holding something out on me?"
"No," replied Colin simply, "you
know all I know. I mean I wouldn't
be surprised at anything that went
on here and I shan't be no mortal
what happens."
CCopirtoM, IJlit, rranft a. Pachartti
Mulvgy and Colin taVw tnetr live
In thalr njuds, tomorrsw?
HOOD RIVER ORCHARDS
BENEFIT BY SHOWERS
BOOD RIVER, Ore., Sept. It. (AP)
heavy shower here Monday was
bonked upon by m!d -Columbia or
e'jerdlBta as beneficial to the la4e
fruit, and they hastened to complete
the Bartlett pear harvest and start the
Boso. aunsnlne followed the shower
during which .06 of an inch of ratn
tell.
Car dnf Thanks.
We wlah to express our sincere ep
precletton to our many friends and
especially the Masonic lodge, for the
acta of kindness and sympathy ex
tended us during our recent bereave
ment; also for the beautiful floral
offerings.
Mrs. Ida May Steele.
Walter Steele and ramlly.
6am Steele.
ST. PACT Sept. 19. (AP) The
'boys In blue," members of the dwin
dling ranks of the Orand Army of
the Republic got down to business
today as their 67th annual 'reunion
and encampment swung Into the sec
ond dsy.
Climaxing a dsy of activities wu
the scheduled address of welcome to
night by Oovernor Floyd B. Olson of
Minnesota and talks by Mayor Wil
liam Mshoney, of St. Paul, and Rus
sell C. Martin of Lea Angeles, na
tional commander to chlet
Commanders of state units had be
fore them today tbe task of working
out final details af tbe annual parade
Wednesday. At the opening session
yesterday tribute was paid members
who died during the past year,
t
Ohio was the 17tn state to be ad
mitted to the Union.
SECRET SOCIETY
hat, iry, epp. 10.
aided secret society
. (AP) The her-
cleanup" did not
begin at Salem high school! Monday,
no students being denlel the privilege
of registering because of affiliation
with the socle t lea.
The school attorney pointed out
to the board that It could not legally
penalize a pupil for an offense com
mitted other than during the term
In which the penalty was Imposed.
The school board stated It was not
backing up and would prosecute vio
lation to the anti-secret society law
which might artse
Register Named.
WASHINGTON, Sept. 19. (AP)
President Roosevelt today appointed
William P. Jackson of Moro, Ore, to
be registrar of the land offloe at Th
Dalles, Ore., suceedlng the late Rob
ert J. Caraner.
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