The Key West Citizen Newspaper, November 1, 1952, Page 10

Page 10 TRE KEY WEST CITIZEN Saturday, November 1, 1952 ° BARNEY GCOGLE AND SNUFIY SMITH \ / BALLS O'FIRE! | [ 'M WALKIN’ BACK’ARDS FASTER'N YORE "po | oe DUAN YORE POKY ‘ OU HIDE, DOC PRITCHART 1! MM HURRYING \ RUSSLE YORE BONES TH! LAW ALLOWS, SLOW DOWN, TGOT TO RIDDLES! I SAW POOR LITTLE OLD MRS, ANN CHOVIE-SHE'S ALL. ALONE IN THIS WORLD- TELL FENMORE TO CALL HER UP AND TELL HER I'M COMING OVER AND SING FOR HER/ LISTE} | CALL UP AND | ANN CHOVIE 7 FOR HER / JIGSS 1S COMING OVER AN! SING i, \ CHOVIE - WHAT ? \ ALL RIGHT! { "LL TELL HER’ / | |\ THIMBLE THEATRE—Starring Popeye PEYE, | HAVE A FEARFUL FOR You! ( THAT WAS AN WHAT DID YOu THINIC UTTERLY OF US USIN' THE TRAFFIC TERRIFIC MARKING MACHINE TO. VY IDEAZ—EVEN WITS *VOTE FOR KETT” ) 5 Os ice 1S A WOMAN, SIR, AND ALL 7 (WOMEN WORRY! THEY WERE MAD -AND WERE GOING TO FINE You- Bur I TOLD THEM THE CAMPAIGN FUNDS sr POLICE? YOU MEAN THEY WERE HERE 2 A PALM READER TOLD ME } AH, CHIQUITA, 'D BE RICH. AND NOW I'M 4 YOU ARE YOU BELIEVE IN FORTUNETELLERS, SENORITAT >] Lf «TODAY YOU {| WERE ALL-TIME BOYS, THIS WAS TH’ \ ALL-AMERICANS SWEETEST VICTORY OF is IN MY MY ENTIRE COACHING BOOK we d ral 4 THE RICHEST PERSON IN \y | f/ AND ILL NEVER FORGET HOW YOU | ERE AND PLAYED YOUR HEARTS OUT FOR ME AFTER LEARNING } LEAVING. | THAT I'D BEEN CANNEDw i THANK / EVERY ONE ) yy papa WHAT DID. SHE SAY ? | REPEAT | WANT TO )2-Zz = WHEN I TOLD HER YOU WOULD SING- SHE SAID SHE WASN'T THAT LONESOME! By Paul Robinson —SOTHEY'LL DROP THE | CHARGES — IF You'll | — *|few months she has been making ul Chapter 14 EVEREAUX nodded approval. meee done a lot in little “A lot of expense,” Solow: said doubtfully. Beng thorough ut hurried means paying salaries and bonuses.” He looked at De- vereaux sympathetically. “Who is paying the bills?” “I am, I guess.” Devereaux tugged his wallet free and count- 2d out some bills. “Three hundred, reanwhile, More tomorrow when get to the bank.” “You're in love, my friend,” solowey said softly, pocketing the noney. “I'm _a Boy Scout,” Devereaux said. He looked at Solowey un- certainly. “If what we're about really spells the welfare of the girl. An ex-pickpocket turned ho- tel thief, a weird missionary, and now your Frederick J. Castle. How do they relate to the problem of a girl who thinks her father isn’t her father?” Solowey shrugged. “It’s a mix- up.” “Check those articles of incor- poration?” Solowey nodded and referred to his notebook. “The Mission is bona fide; ,everything seems in order. The papers were filed over ten years ago. The officers of the corporation were listed as Maxim Buloff, Anna Aho Jorgensson, and Thomas Latimer.” “Anna Jorgensson,” Devereaux said thoughtfully. “Might be the housekeeper. Buloff called her Anna.” He stiffened, as if reacting to a suddea joit. “Say!” “Yes?” Solowey’s eyes prodded Devereaux. ‘ “Thomas Latimer! That's Lippy. Lippy Latimer. That sneak photo- graph of Castle and Phillips was taken in Lippy’s Attic Circus.” “Interesting,” Solowey began cautiously. “It could mean a great deal, and it could mean nothing.” “Lippy was unusually unfriend- ly that other night. Practically gave me the bum’s rush,” Deve- reaux said. : “Do you think he knew. you were spying on Phillips’ table?” “I don’t know.” Devereux’s tone pitched excitedly. “But Lippy knew both Castle and Phillips. He was at their table, setting drinks down, playing host.” “You have added another to your cast. An ex-pugilist and res- taurateur. Maybe they all relate, 70-Year-Old Woman Is ¢. e e By DOROTHY ROE Associated Press Women’s Editor Meet Cornelia P. Burrell of Little Falls, N.Y. For most of her 70-odd years she has left politicking to the men folks and concentrated on other good works, such as the Commu- nity Chest, the local Pine Crest Sanatorium, the Presbyterian church and the PTA. This year, however, Mrs. Bur- rell has made it her personal re- | sponsibility to see that every citi- | zen of Little Falls goes to the polls next Tuesday. For the last speeches, leading rallies, heading | discussion groups, ringing door- bells and spending hours on the telephone urging her friends to get into the big push. ‘ | So successful has she been that | the community of Little Falls has been spotlighted as a national | | model by the American Heritage Foundation, an organization dedi- | cated to the same job on a national | scale. | Of course many Little Falls citi- | zens have taken part in the cam- | paign to pile up a record vote, but |Mrs. Burrell seems to have sparked |the whole thing—and sie’s been {having a whale of a good time doing it. Asked how she happened |to jump into the campaign with both feet after a lifetime of lady- like detachment from the political | scene, she said j “Because it wes brought to my attention, as néver before, that so | small a percentage of eligible vot- ers had cast their vote in previous elections. se sé use we women, home- “@erteiniy have not only a greater percen’aZ@ Of the vote, bat we have in our hands the moulding of future citizens, for whom we jdesire so greatly an Aj ot | which we and they can be justly, jhonestly proud.” ; Mrs. Burrell has four daughters, | one son and 13 grandchildren. She | keeps 24 beds made up all the time at Diamond Hill, the big fam- | ily home outside Little Falls, just in case any of her family come But she finds time to “mother” the whole community always ready with cheery help | wherever it is needed Despite her years, she plays golf jand tennis, swims and maintains | ski run near her country home. She's good with a toboggan, too. BENCHES GIVEN CITY | LETHBRIDGE, Canada @ —Re- | | tired school janitor William Stott i home. has presented the city with seven | benches ta be used as resting spots for senier citizens. He fixed and) poliched then im bis spare time | Cdcieiin te The Cithen ' Maybe not.” Solowey shrugged. “So far you have not less than three investigations running.” “But we have established rela- tionships. Phillips and the girl relate to the deceased Cora Jen- nings. And we can assume that Phillips relates to Castle, some- how. Buloff and Longo relate, and Latimer’s name in those articles of incorporation relates him to Buloff. That gives us all of our Principals in two, not three, groups. Phillips and Castle, one. groups into one, on the basis of Latimer’s presence at the Castle- Phillips table in the Attic Circus, and on the basis of Longo’s pres- ence in Cora Jennings’ room.” Solowey was silent, mulling it over. “One circle, with the - gi in the middle.” He smiled wry “Makes an interesting pattern. It also makes for more checking. And more checking means more money.” Solowey’s smile deep- ened. “And if Latimer turns out to be a man without a past, like the others—” Devereaux inte:rupted impa- tiently, “Forget Latimer for now. We've nothing ‘on him or Castle or even Phillips. Nothing that even gives us a valid police ex- examine them, it will be strictly on my nerve. They can shut me up, throw me out, and undoubted- ly know it.” Devereaux crossed the room, got a cigarette from a box set on a low coffee table, and lighted up. “You dig into Maxim Buloff,” he resumed. nervously. that watch on Longo. Something in that weird relationship stinks to high heaven, and the first break may well come from there—if we keep prying, if we follow the smell to its source.” He stopped, drew a deep breath. The subtle scent of chypre was still in the room, “You're a scent detective, Solo- wey,’ Devereaux said. “Just fol- low your nose.” Tas estate was a quarter mile past a large, well-kept ceme- spat oe and enough out of Summit to considered between towns. crawling pace, switched his head- lights from dim to bright, then maneuvered the car into a grassy siding that formed a narrow is- land between a white picket fence and the country road. Longo, Buloff, and Latimer, two.! And we can rationalize the two} cuse for questioning them. If 1| “And. keep | r | | | | Devereaux slowed the Buick to a} LP | Waited halfway OUGH COP _ By JOHN ROEBURT The dig-frame dwe: of him was darkened. Nobody home, eaten unless sudden ad preceded the turning on of light. He picked his way carefully, skirting the close pe ftir hoor of flower beds and plants, then V 7 up the walk, imagining eyes upon him and feeling uncomfortably conspicus ous and exposed. A long minute Passed, and no lights showed in- side as the gloom outside grew heavier. Devereaux completed the rest of the path to the main door, grasped the ancient brass pull, Eps sounded the bell inside the jouse, He waited, somehow tenser than necesSary for the conven- tional thing he was doing, and with his senses acute to the sound inside as it traveled loudly through the lower floor and coursed upstairs, to die away in the higher reaches of the house, He drew a deep breath, expand- ing his chest until it pressed against the outline of his shoul- der holster. He felt for his flashe light, then stepped across a flower bed and tried a French window experimentally. It was unfast- ened, and Devereaux pushed it open and moved silently inte thg house. _ He played his flashlight, mov. ing behind it with his ears alerted for sounds. He heard nothing soon oriented to the layout ahead | the interior, he stopped behind a wide desk. Devereaux had thumbed through a. number of papers i practiced, professional earce when the sound came. A rustling noise, like the wind, or the papers he was leafing through, echoing impossibly somewhere across the library. He shut off his flashlight, tensing, and then, aware that he was a silhouetted target against — great windows behind him, ie dropped into a_ protective crouch Behind the desk. He lis- tened for another eternal minute, then stood up and played his flashlight across the room. There were two blasts of flame in an almost simultaneous burst, His left arm went dead, and the of his head began to burn. 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