Evening Star Newspaper, July 5, 1936, Page 64

6 Magazine Section llustration by Harry L. Timmins THE STORY SO FAR had seized Aathleen Bullitt when she set out on a cruise to the West Indies with her mother was dramatically fulfilled in Havana. For Kathleen was kidnapped, while sightseeing with Trent Kilgallen, and im- prisoned on the San Jacinto plantation, five hundred miles from Havana. Nadilo Sanchez, a young Cuban to whom Trent appealed for help, discovered that his brother and sister, Pepe and Paca, were con- spirators in this mad kidnapping plot. Nadito tricked Pepe into revealing the hiding place of the gang and, accompanied by Trent, set out by car to rescue Kathleen. Meanwhile Anthony Redstreak, a young American, to whose plantation house Kath- leen had been brought, made a bold attempt to free her. But when Kathleen realized that she would have to go alone, she refused to leave Anthony to the uncertain mercies of the fanatical half-breed, Carinegro, one of her abductors. By a clever ruse, she led the kid- THE strange premonition of disaster which THIS WEEK ATUCA” W\ ‘4 / nappers to believe that she had escaped on Anthony'’s iiorse. Then, while the infuriated gang raced in their car after the wild, run- away stallion, Kathleen and Anthony locked themselves into the house and prepared to withstand a siege, in the hope that help would eventually come. Would Trent and Nadito arrive in time to save Kathleen from the terrible fate with which Carinegro had threatened her? PART V ATHLEEN and Tony sat on the big kitchen table, feet dangling. From a huge platter piled high with scram- bled eggs and bacon, Tony ladled out a full plate and passed it to the girl, almost colliding with the equally full plate she was passing him. He reached back and poured the steaming coffee; she dipped a teaspoon into the sugar container and held it poised. “How many, Tony?" “One, Kate.” They ate, ate as only two exceptionally healthy youngsters who have starved for < - $ July 5, 1936 Carinegro plays his most promising card in the game of Revolution at San Jacinto "Plantation. Continuing a new serial hours can eat. They crushed the rolls so prov- identially supplied by Carinegro and mopped up the last drop of egg, the last crumb of bacon on the platter. “Oh, for a cigarette!" sighed Kathleen. Tony felt in all his pockets, produced a crumpled package, straightened out three cigarettes on the table and cut one of them in half. “Fifty-fifty,”” he explained. They smoked, their eyes half closed, draining en- joyment to the dregs. He glanced at Kathleen slyly. ““You said you stayed here for a lot of reasons. but gave only one."” “Two,"” she murmured, blowing a ring and trying to spear it. “Two? What was the other?"” “Proving vou're sweet but a fool."” She thrust her feet straight out and stared at KATHLEEN SEIZED PACA’'S ARM. “THE KEY!" SHE GASPED. ‘‘IN CARINEGRO'S POCKET!" them. ““If you had to go under the skin. what would you pick as a reason for liking me?" “Gee, I don’t know. I just like you." “You mean if the shell's all right, vou'd put up with a rotten egg?" *No; cf course not."” “That's what you said. Twice. On the roof and just now. You wanted me to go back on myself and somebody else. I've known him ali my life, and last night — "’ Her voice faded out, her eves staring unseeingly at her toes. “What about last night? Something you don't want to tell?” “No. It just doesn't seem possible it wasn't at least a year ago. What time is it now?"’ ‘‘About eleven."” She laughed with a catch in her throat. ““If it takes twenty-four hours to make a day, it isn't a day since he and I came to a sort of agreement without words. He asked me to marry him and I let him think I would. I've known him for years and you only for hours.” “‘I suppose he can support vou," said Tony of adventure and romance in glamorous Cuba by GEORGE AGNEW CHAMBERLAIN gloomily, “‘and if he can, he must be a lot older. Is he?" “He's twenty-six." “Why, I'm twenty-five!" ““Nobody would guess it. Think of that — twenty-five,” mocked Kathleen. “If ever a package of impudence asked for a licking, it's you right now. Where is this escort to whom you owe vour heart and hand? I love you, Kate. But what about this half-heart of yours? Where is he?"’ “Give him his chance,” raged Kathleen, her face flaming. ‘‘He's looking for me, I know he is. And I won't go back on him. Wait till he comes, then try calling him half-heart to his face!" Tony slid from the table, put his hands under her arms and lifted her so that she stood before him. His lips were unsmiling, and his eves stern. ‘‘Kate, you said you wouldn't tell me even a half lie; didn't you?" Color flared in his cheeks. “'I've got to ask you this, Kate. Do you love me?” At first her face seemed immobile as a portrait; then a change crept over it. She looked defenceless, her eyes stricken, her lips trembling; but she spoke no word. With his arms clasped around her and his face pressed against her shoulder, Anthony murmured, ‘‘Oh, Kate, forgive me - please forgive me."’ Nadito. clamped his right foot on the brake, reached for the emergency and brought the roadster to a slithering stop beside the highway. He showed no rage; only the set line of his lips betrayed his inner emotion. Promptly he seized Pepe by his arms and held him close. “Trent, have you matches?" ‘“Plenty."” “You're the one who will have to find the key. Go back and look for it."” *Is that what happened?'’ asked Trent, still in a half daze. ‘‘Which way did Pepe throw it? How far back?" “Not over fifty feet. He threw it to the right, but at the speed we were going the wind would carry it straight back. You'll probably find it either on the concrete or just off it.” “Right-o," said Trent and left the car. Nadito began talking to his brother. ‘‘Pepe, I don't blame you. You're a swell kid and I'm proud of vou for sticking by what you think is right. During the last few years vou've suffered a lot. You've watched the people vou love best lose their wealth, their homes and happiness. Your sister, Paca, the sister we both adore, told you intervention would be a sovereign cure. Well, that might have been true a couple of years ago, but it isn't now. Believe me, Pepe, Cuba is going to pull out. Let's go to Paca. If I can't per- suade Paca, once we catch up with her, I'm not fit to be an older brother to either of you. Give me my chance, Pepe; play fair with me and I will with vou. Won't you trust me?" “No; only Paca."” “All right,” said Nadito. ‘‘Here comes Trent with the key. Promise no more tricks and I can drive; if you won't, I'll have to hold you while Trent takes the wheel. Which isit to be?” “You drive."” Soon they were off. They dodged through Holguin, headed due south to Bayamo. swerved left without entering the town and rushed along the road toward Santiago. Just as Paca had slowed, so did Nadito, warned by the towering stacks of the San Jacinto central on his right. It was almost a vear since he (Continved on page 12)