The Key West Citizen Newspaper, July 16, 1953, Page 10

lee me: btn. La int HK. gar3 F 4 “I can imagine,” Carlton said. “It’s not very nice to think you're sitting on top of several million dollars and then find out you don't know where your next mink coat is coming from.” Gale looked up at him and wet her lips with the tip of her Taaeetioe ne me (0 te POM BIG BEN BOLT ae” “f will. Do you think your father could have killed ‘this Cherry Marvin and attempted to i nay gas blame on your hus- “Don’t be absurd.” “Why am I being absurd?” “Fither wasn’t even in town. He_was in Eagie River.” Carlton shook his head. “Oh, no. He only said he was in Eagle River. Lieutenant Rose and I checked with the phone company. No such long-distance call was Pl 5 “Oh.” Gale buttoned and un- buttoned her coat. “Your father disliked your hus- “That's quite all 4 nae “On the contrary. Father was dell.” ‘s vey fond of Barney.’ As Gale sat in the chair, her| “ tH j i AGT iit Hf ft ry it H i 1 ei i ; i ir £ i i! bia FT iB : ii it rr j ; ris a] Ay Lt a | REEF ah i | F 8 & s iz : i i ge fi Pesta pelslaly Hee 2 Fietiee ? Hae F z F E i see. That's why he tried to tee Wart rolias Meoemnn ‘pay vd pt Sin ngs fr Bae oe cl cee ee er ca dell that his bail had been PS dos -| Tyee That's right. Father was r™ _HOOTIN' HOLLER, PAW, . trying to figure some legal de- y FER SICH A LONG TIME. Considerable strain, we “Then, still later in the eve- want to keep her any longer than Mandell repaid your fa- need be.” ther’s patra by blowing his Gale’s voice was small. “Thank| top completely, trying to kill you, Inspector.” and succeeding in killing your Weibu - Carlton | father, w! he attempted to de- said, “we start with this Cherry | fend you.” Marvin matter, if cy don’t anind, “Yes, sir,” Gale began to cry. Mrs. Mandell’ Did. you ye Fig eee 838 “It_was horrible.” your father ving “You'd swear to this in court? inance. with this 1 girl?” Mandell killed your father? He “No, Of course not,” Gale said.| shot him twice? “You didn’t know she was the| Gale bobbed her head. “Yes, last of a series of such girls on| Sit. eng it. Isaw Barney shoot which your father had it most | MY er.” that?”' of his teputed fortune?” 3 i 2 e F 2 uy t f World War. Does he ever worry/the plot. Now you can’t just write jabout running out of ideas? |a song and *>row it into the show i “No,” he replied flatty. “I just in any spot.” yer | FOR THEIR FINAL RITES-- I'LL, hope that my mind will stay alert| His favorie song? DISPOSE OF MY TWO MEDOLERS® jenough to keep working.” “I guess it’s ‘Love for Sale.’ I He admitted that shows are like it best because it’s kind of harder to compose tliese days and a stepchild, being banned from the le}he good-naturedly blames that onjradio and so forth. I can’t under- erstein. stand it, You can write a novel about a harlot, paint a picture of |. “Butia harlot, but you can’t write a ‘song ‘about a harlot.” : ODE oAD ROY. * BUT ITS NOT MY FAULT THEY MAD TO WORGHIP HERE.£ GOOO-BYE, FELLOWS” I'M GOING TO GET MARRIED,” AND THE CONDEMNED MAN WALKED To HIS DOOM