The Key West Citizen Newspaper, October 30, 1952, Page 8

wage 8 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Thursday, October. 30, 1752 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH THAT TIME ALREADY ? 4 NI s T.GOT SO WROPPED UP * | |SABY SACK AFORE O wROPFED UN: | [TH NEW BARLOW YOUNG-UN 4 @=SCREECHIN' AT GITs HERES TH’ TOP OF HIS AN™- LUNGS FER DOC PRITCHART BRINGING UP FATHER LZ "VE GOT HIM! i WHO PUT MY HAT "Xow TO GiT ON THE FLOOR ?I'VE y BEEN LOOKIN’ FOR IT EVERYWHERE // By Fred Lasswell (OS CAN TIE YOUR LINE TO THAT BARGE AND LET HIM “TOW You r AROUND UNTIL i WELL, BLOW Y 77 pe NE DOWN!! z] By Paul Robinson DAD DOESNT KNOW If BUT Chapter 12 T= detective looked at Longo, thief watched the chastened rolling and unrolling the end of his necktie. Arrest the ex-pick- pocket turned hotel-room now? Devereaux debated. Do fait a working description as a routine arrest, di suspicious coincidence of 0's resence in the same room he, vereaux, had gone to on behalf of Jennifer ope wl Or was Lon- go free, but under surveillance, the more logical way until the chi coincidence was proved or ex- posed? “Longo,” Devereaux began re- flectively, waiting for the thief’s penton. “How did you come to carrying a gun it night in front of the Paddock cate The hand working the end of the necktie stopped suddenly, and Longo seemed to go rigid. “I haven’t got all day,” Deve- Teaux said. “T’—Longo was having diffi- culty finding his voice—"I must have been crazy.” _ Devereaux stared at the thief intently. “Queer that a known pickpocket would show himself along Broadway. And even more queer that he should be armed.” “I must have been cre7y.” “It was like asking fo a stretch up the river.” Longo nodded. “I was out of my head.” ’ “Where do you keep your bag- gage afound here?” Devereaux asked. 3 f Longo pointed in the direction of a bed, “Get it and bring it here,” De- vereaux ordered. Longo complied with unexpect- ed_alacrity. f Beyond soiled shirts, socks, shaving gear, incidentals, 2 search of the valise exposec n + of incriminating nature. D: ux pushed the velise aw. ¥. oe- gan to retreat toward the s-iir- case. “You're not pulling me in?” Longo asked ir:redv!ously “Not at this time,” Devereaux smiled. “Why take you out of Hell and give you a nice. clean cell?” At the top of the staircase, he admonished, “But don’t go anywhere.” 7) TOUGH wrmtuen ~_.By JOHN ROEB around the corner in Macanley’s| gap af years between them, Old Saloon, Solowey’s di came over the earphone. > “Yes?” “Put a twenty-four-hour watch outside the Old New York Mis- sion, Solowey. And alppl Ssed man “Got anything for me?” Deve- Teaux asked. “Yes, “Then come see me sometime after five. I'll be home getting ed. Oh, yes, check the cer- tificate of incorporation of the Old New York Mission at the Hall of Records.” “Hurry that operative, Solowey. Tl ioe watch until he gets here.” Devereaux hung up. then J bagoes holding a coin to the slot deci % oning Jennifer big ~ at home meant taking a risk. There co ag be other ears or_a house party wire. Devereaux oo gee the coin ae began to He'd take that Ss was cream-cheeked, but even more so than in their first meeting, and she wore a tunic suit | ™ that enhanced her slender, youth- ful appeal. Devereaux felt his blood grow warm. And as once before, he was surprised at her el on him. mn little foolshiy: then stopped, gana little foolishly, then stop; She saw him flush, then joined \in his forced, nervous laughter. fi With the merriment still in her voice, she said, “In the ree web, and am I the brave, bold fly,” and Devereaux continued to feel foolish. “Tm a bachelor of long stand- ing,” he said with a candor that Tang false to his ears, “and female visitors are sensationally rare.” He turned and pointed around the room, as a way of hiding his face. “Look around. Not a feminine touch anywhere.” | Now she was before him, her eyes brightly on him, enjoying his confusion. “There's a lot of the bee | little girl in you,” Devereaux sai |. “And ’ you're so much small boy,” she said. He led her toward a chair, feel- ing oddly iteful for this de- ter, in a phone boSth justi scription of him. It bridged the Tallulah Is In Hollywood For ‘Main Street To Broadway’ Film By BOB THOMAS HOLLYWOOD # — Tallulah’s back in town! Tallulah who? Bankhead, you dope. The Alabama Tornado is again facing the film cameras af- ter seven years. in other pursuits, This time she’s emoting for “Main Street to Broadway,” the co-opera- tive venture to benefit the legit theatuh. know on which side their crepes suzette are buttered. I wasn't un- der-contract to any of the major studios, hence was thought an out- law.” Come to think of it, it's much easier on the nerves interviewing Taloo via book than in the flesh. As Howard Dietz once remarked, rought him closer to her eicae —_. His - on her arm, eyes smiled into his, oe nt magic at once in his on the tips af his ears. Seer hie trees dl ions. She was i at ne had what it took to “ Fe va hadn't e: rienced for. po than he liked to remember, but it was no damned i was still wet behi “All I need is an ice-cream cone in my aoe Devereaux said, a face. Her. eyes wouldn't let go, an@ Devereaux said accusingly, “Hey, you're flirting.” Her eyes narrowed at the cor- ners slightly, as if weighing the sai . closer to his. “Tm older than God,” Treaux said solemnly. She smiled his admission inte se ap ‘ ee “T creal tting out nines. . Treaux insisted desperately. Her smile dismissed that, toa, ‘ond no’ look wing i knew he h: “Kid, I a life your Was a iy i a there were magnetic sy eo Nghe i was ic x known a minute to be. He drew away from her “Someone it to lock h ik i it i vi if #F, Fi hn il just looking for a (Te be Bronze Age Relics Are Found ROSSLARE HARBOR, Ireland Ww — What may prove to be the BS HAVE We GOT THE OLD ZN! | HOW Are , rh from Tallulah is like THE BOYS ARE OUTSIDE } CAMPAIGN ROLLING.! GIRLS } | THE FUNDS WE'RE '; basin ped papers bo. } Since Taloo is. the reporter's de- |‘ day away — WITH THE SOUND TRUCKS.” ARE ON EVERY CORNER, q | HALDING LOADED... }) FAS FoR, iN light in producing quotes, I dropped FINISHED RECORDING PASSING OUT VOTE FOIICETT) | OuT ? IDEAS — Be ane oe — a 2 lem 'N! THI Pat ‘ was pped ie youre SPEECH, DAD: PIS So Bye MING ting a double fantasy. In the first y sequence, paca played ia wicked woman wi poisoned including herself. In the second, she was a me rc 7 sag required real acti for Taloo). All this labor consumed her time and she was not able to chit- chat. However, she had presented me with a copy of her new auto- biography, inseribed “with love” (a standard inscription, I'm sure). So instead of querying bool hy got 3 “30s: By Jose Salinas and Rod Reed | ‘im career in the sarly “ow. victimized by the mechanics of : Rg ? aa : YOU CAN BE SURE I'LL we : TELL THIS RICH WOMAN THE RIGHT THINGS TO MAKE HER MARRY YOU. 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