BY
RICHARD HOFFMANN
COPYRIGHT *y W1CHAHP HOMMAWW
WN.U. SERVICE
SYNOPSIS
Following his father’s bitter criti
cism of his idle life, and the notifi
cation that he need not expect any
immediate financial assistance, Hal
Ireland, only eon of a wealthy bank
er, finds himself practically without
funds but with the promise of a sit
uation In San Francisco, which he
must reach, from New York, within
a definite time limit. He takes pas
sage with a cross-country auto par
ty on a “share expense" basis. Four
of his companions are a young, at
tractive girl, Barry Trafford; middle
aged Olles Kerrigan; Sister Anasta
sia, a nun; and an individual whom
he instinctively dislikes, Martin
■Crack. Barry’s reticence annoys him.
To Kerrigan he takes at once. Hal
distrusts Crack, but his tntimacy
with Kerrigan ripens, and he makes
a little progress with Barry. Ex
changing reminiscences, she learns
Hal is the son of the wealthy Fred
erick Ireland. Through a misunder
standing, that night, Hal is directed
•to Barry’s room, instead of his own.
Propinquity seems to soften Barry’s
apparent unfriendliness, and they
exchange kisses. The following day
Hal tells Barry he loves her. She
only answers that she mustn't love
him. without giving any reason.
CHAPTER V—Continued
—9—
,cYou don’t have to tell me any
thing," said Hal, shocked by the
quiet decision that was trying to rob
him of tlfts time he had so surely
looked to: “all you have to do is
listen to me, to the things I must
tell you. You can rest, listening to
them—Just up there, a little way, by
the river. We’ll sit against a tree,
and when you want me to stop, I’ll
stop and you can sleep on my shoul
der. I promise, If you tell me to, I
won’t speak again—not a word, not
even what keeps on running and
trembling in all my nerves, muscles,
heart, tongue, everything: I love
you. I love you so that—"
“Hal, don’t, oh, don't, please, Hal
darling.” Her free hand gripped his
arm hard, and he couldn't tell
whether It shook to enforce what
she said or whether the despera
tion that shivered under her voice
was in her body, too.
“Barry." said Hal in severe quiet
“You’ve get to listen. Why do you
frighten yourself? Why do you try
to frighten me—before you’ve let
me say, before—"
Her exclamation was a whimper
of fear, and she turned her frantic
head toward the cabin. “Sister An
astasia !”
The door opened on the neat,
lighted room of raw boards, with
the nun’s silhouette In the oblong.
■“Yes, sweet?” she said, her modest
voice tranquil and soothing.
“Sister, I Just wanted to know
you were there. I’m coming now.
Please wait for me." She bowed her
head as if to see more clearly the
Joining of their hands in the dim
ness. “Good night, my darling," she
said hurriedly. "I’m a coward—a
coward, and I’m so sorry."
She had her hand away from him,
and quickly she was at the nun’s
side In the lighted doorway.
“I’ll bet you,” said Kerrigan, and
the smoking cigarette end in the
corner of his mouth looked short
enough to burn him, “I’ll bet you
If we went In to town we could
find a something would knock us
out from under our hats."
“I’ll bet you we couldn’t,” said
Hal listlessly, the echo of Raspu
tin’s long droning In his ears again.
“I’ll bet you two somethings we
couldn’t.”
“Sir. a wager,” said Kerrigan.
“Do we ride or walk?”
“Walk,” said Hal. “It’s not far.”
In spite of the fact that he had
no use for It, he felt the soft. Im
permanent refreshment under the
stars. It was to him ns if, out of
a world murmurous with simple ex
pectancy and unentangled pleasure
in the hashed resting of the night,
he were singled out for traffic with
deviousness and complication. Put
Into plain order of words, it was all
so straightforward: he loved Barry;
she Indicated by every look, every
gesture, every shading of her low
voice that she was, at the least,
ready to love him. So there they
were—or should be. If she wasn’t
so sure of herself, she could tell
him so; if there was a more definite
barrier against her coming to him, It
could be spoken, faced, and—if not
demolished — then circumvented.
That was so simple. Barry was can
did of nature, as honorable as her
golden head, her lithe body, were
iovei.v; yet she ran from him, left
him to a darkened, Indefinable com
plexity in which he felt the(restive
nearness of fear and remembered
the prescience of something impend
ing, something that seemed to prowl
in stealth out of the future, vanish
into it again when he looked war
ily to see its shape.
Thank heaven for Kerrigan—good
Kerrigan. Hal had started out with
him for the purpose of getting a
stiff, resentful drink and venting
his beleaguered gloom on whatever
his companion chose to talk about.
But Just In walking beside him, Ker
rigan's air of unacqulsltlve well
being. of confidence In the propriety
to his soul of anything thnt might
happen, brought Hal’s hopes a little
away from the dominion of baffle
ment and left his uneasy brooding
to wait.
They went up the street. Down
a half-respectable alley with a
wrecking car and some stacks of
old tires In It, they came to a door
that had “Office” printed on the
dark glass; and Kerrigan knocked
briskly. A crack opened, revealing
bright light on unstirred layers of
tobacco smoke beyond a screen, and
a dim strip of face thnt held one
steady eye.
“Pete here?” said Kerrigan.
“No.”
“Like to see where he works,”
said Kerrigaa
“He don’t work nights."
“Frlsby sent us. I’ve got his
penny.
The strip of face vanished and
the door swung wider.
They sat down at a table, and a
dark, competent young man waited
without speaking. Kerrigan turned
to him pleasantly. “What’s the bour
bon sitchation?” he said. There was
no particular In which you could
have said the young man’s expres
sion yielded to Kerrigan’s friendly
ease, yet It did change; and he
said, “We got some stuff here In
Kentucky bottles, but you wouldn’t
call It bourbon."
Kerrigan looked at Hal. "Rye,
then?” he said.
“Fine," said Hal.
Kerrigan looked up and said,
“Rye."
The young man stood there watch
ing Kerrigan steadily; he said,
“Want some bourbon?”
“Bourbon?" said Kerrigan, with
just the right mixture of Interest
and Incredulity.
“Half a minute," the young man
said crisply and disappeared through
a door beside the bar.
“Now there you are,” said Hal
sincerely. “If I lived to be a hun
dred, I’d never have the gift. Here
It is fifteen minutes after you de
cide you want a drink in a strange
town, and you not only get it, but
get something special, almost with
out asking for it. I need lessons.”
The young man came back with a
veteran bottle, three-quarters full.
Kerrigan read the stained label
reverently while they waited for
glasses and water. It was bour
bon, and not of this decade either;
and even before they tasted It they
had tacitly acknowledged that this
time was ripe for something more
than a nightcap. Kerrigan hooked
a chair toward him with his toe
and swung his feet up on It before
he said, on a relaxed key, “It’s a
good trip: and there’s more of It
coming to us yet."
“Hope not more of it only,” said
Hal.
“There's a toast no bourbon’s too
good for," Kerrigan said quickly, al
most as If there were something
a little foolish about saying It. “A
good trip," he went on, “In spite of
something funny, something queer
goihg on that—" He stopped as
Hal’s look promptly sharpened.
“Maybe you know all about It,” he
said.
“I don’t know a thing about It,”
said Hal, “but every so often It
gives me a scunner, makes me feel
something might be going to hap
pen."
“Y’know," Kerrigan began, watch
ing the young bartender pass to
answer a knock at the door, “we
had gifts once, a couple of ten
thousand years ago, when we were
roaring around Middle Europe in
bearskins, looking out for ourselves
and making darn few mistakes—we
had gifts then that have got good
and rusty since. Sometimes we
get some use out of ’em—In hunches,
intuitions; sometimes one of those
rusty gadgets will get contact—try
to do its Job—and our civilized, so
called minds can’t make out what
that bumping Is in the cellar; it
makes us uncomfortable. If you
could harness that, even without
understanding it—"
The bartender came to their ta
ble and leaned his hands on It,
looking down at its ring-stained sur
face. “There's somebody wants In,"
he said. “Says he knows you two.”
He looked at Kerrigan.
Kerrigan glanced at Hal In dubi
ous expectancy, then up at the
young man again. “Don’t know any
body here,” he said, giving his head
a shake that was not quite final.
“No. Tell him he’s made a mistake;
or—wait. I’ll look at him." He
dropped his feet and heaved himself
up reluctantly.
Just talking about it bad brought
that unsubstantial whisper of pre
monition somewhere near again;
Hal cursed It, and the interruption
that left him there alone with it
Behind the screen the doorlatch
clicked and there was a moment of
silence. Then without surprise or
pleasure, Kerrigan's voice said,
•'Why, hello there, Splash”; and he
came back Into the room looking
gloomily thoughtful. Martin Crack
ambled after him, his smooth
skinned face under tidy hair barely
stirred by the slight unassuming
smile.
“Sit down, sit down," Kerrigan
grumbled at him.
Crack’s light-blue eyes sought
Hal’s — hopeful, It might have
seemed, of some sign of pleasure,
though not counting on It. Hal won
dered again why, under their lazy
hopelessness, the eyes should seem
to know something that gave them
faintly mischievous amusement,
seemed also to weigh the possibil
ity of Hal's knowing what it was.
“HI, there,” said Hat, nodding:
there was always something stopped
his being quite civil to this quiet,
narrow little fella.
"Happened to see you come down
here," Crack said, addressing him
self to Hal without hurry, "and
thought y’wouldn’t care if 1 came."
He paused, as If on the chance Hal
would say it was all right. Then
he turned to Kerrigan, less amiably.
"After you’re through this round.
I’ll buy one.”
“Nice of you,” said Kerrigan,
"but we’ve got this bottle between
us. Welcome to help yourself."
"Oh," said Crack. "Well, thanks
Maybe just a little one."
And here it was spoiled between
Hal and Kerrigan; Hal’s rising
heart turned dully toward bottom
again, toward the fretful confusions
that hedged and tripped and bad
gered his longing for Barry and
the wonder of her straight, golden
loveliness. He could have escaped
through Kerrigan for the time: but
now there was only the bourbon,
and he knew beforehand It
wouldn't be any good to him.
They went back, with a pretense
of relish, to items in the day’s jour
ney. Crack sat unobtrusively
enough, sipping his drink as if It
were some not unpalatable medi
cine, half attentive to what was
“I Bet You Know Broadway Pretty
Well—Livin' In N'York."
said, half concerned with his own
drowsy speculations. Then in a
pause, without stirring himself, he
said to Hal, "I bet you know Broad
way pretty well—livin' In N’York.”
"There’s a couple of other things
to do In New York, you know," said
Hal, looking at him briefly.
The inviting smile stayed on
Crack’s fair-skinned face and in
his youthfully knowing eyes; the
golf-ball was motionless under his
finger.
“But If you want good-lookin’
babes and a good time, Broadway’s
a pretty good place to get ’em," he
said.
“I’ve heard It was,” said Hal, and
felt a hypocrite.
Kerrigan drew breath to speak,
but Crack—watching. Hal—ignored
him, saying, “Did you ever go to a
place called the Wrong Door?"
"No," said Hal dully; and made
himself add, "What’s that?”
“Well, it’s sort of a—"
“A joint on West Fifty-third
street,’’ Kerrigan interrupted, with
a short nod. "You a friend of Jed
Silver’s?"
Crack’s smile was modest, his
eyes uncertain, as If he'd been paid
a compliment he didn’t deserve. He
barely glanced at Kerrigan, at his
golf-ball, then shyly at Hal as he
said: “Well, 1 sorta know Jed. He’s
sorta nice to me sometimes, when
I’m in N’York.’’
"See him this last trip?" Kerri
gan asked In perfunctory interest.
That pleased Crack sufficiently so
that he turned his indolent smile to
Kerrigan. "Yeah,” he said. “Was
up there—talkin’ with him an’ all
coupla nights before we started."
He turned back to Hal. “He’s
got a—”
Without triumph Kerrigan inter
rupted him again: “Guess you didn’t
know they raided his place in June,
stripped the fixtures out, and put
Silver on Ice to wait for his rap—
and not only for dry-law violation
either."
Crack flushed, and a sharp res
tiveness stood caged in the drowsy
blue of his eyes. "No,” he said
quickly, down at his golf-ball, "I
didn’t know It"
“Must have been a grand guy to
get himself Jailed In New York,"
Hal said to Kerrigan.
"Just a big crime-baby," Bald Ker
rigan In quiet pre-occupation.
Crack’s quiet persistence—Insinu
ated even when he was silent—rec
cognlzed no finality at the table. In
a moment "Say," he said to Hal,
“It’d be fun to lay over more’n one
night in some of these towns—to
get acquainted. Cornin' up the road
tonight. It looked like there was
talent here."
“Guess you could find any amount
of It here or anywhere else,” said
Hal tastelessly, ‘if you felt like It"
Crack’s Immature, faintly smiling
lips were undecided between embar
rassment and assurance. He had
the air of making remarks not so
much for the direct reply as for the
Indirect reaction. "You—” he said
insecurely, hopefully, “It don’t seem
like you felt like It very much."
Hal gave him an honest, Imper
sonal look and said flatly, "I don’t."
Even as he turned to Kerrigan, he
knew Crack’s speculation was still
lazily upon him. But then Kerri
gan's expression was different; he
was watching Crack with a severe
vigilance that seemed outright inim
ical. Hal looked back quickly, to
see what It was; the uncertain smile
hadn't altered much ; there was only
reticent mischief In it again for his
saying, “1 guess maybe you got oth
er things on your mind."
Hal barely heard the remark.
“Nothing on my mind,’’ he said, “ex
cept to make five hundred miles to
morrow." He glanced at his watch.
“Late, Colonel,’’ he added to Kerri
gan. Kerrigan was still watching
Crack as If he’d seen him tuck an
ace up his sleeve.
“You don’t think maybe—’’ Crack
began with diffident care: “you
don’t think maybe you’d feel dif
ferent if they wasn't somebody
that’s—’’
"Button It up, slipstream,” said
Kerrigan.
"Wliat?" said Crack, startled.
“I know what you're going to
say,” said Kerrigan quietly; “you
button It.”
Crack closed his fist loosely round
the golf-ball, flushed again, swal
lowed slowly, and blinked once or
twice as If his eyes stung. "I wasn’t
talking to you," he said, his voice
cracking once, warmed out of shift
lessness. “You might’s well keep
out of my business.’’
“If It was your business," said
Kerrigan, his voice firm and too
quiet, "I'd keep out of It surely . . .
Plug your exhaust, splash, hear?"
Moisture appeared round the new
intensity of Crack’s eyes, and blush
ing besieged the roots of his
straight, mouse-colored hair,
"Keep out of,” he suddenly re
cited on a warning rise of tone.
“Keep out of my business, you dang
- old drunk.”
Hal, starting to his feet, hr.d one
astonished glimpse of Ke Tlgan’s
face—older, less ruddy, gravely com
pliant, essentially inattentive to
Crack’s venom. Hal’s chair bounc
ing over backward made Crack
whip round and. rise all In one star
tled motion, as If be had forgotten
Hal was there. He was stumbling
away sidewise before he’d well
caught his balance, his golf-ball on
the jump over the floor, as Hal went
for him. Then the feel of his throat
was between Hal’s thumbs, Angers
overlapped at the back, and it was
the best thing he ever remembered
having In his hands. His teeth tried
to push one another back Into their
aching roots for that moment of
fine squeezing. Somebody careened
hard against him from the side and
an arm, like the loop of a Jerked
hawser at his midriff, swung him
away, ripping off his hold. The dark,
certain young man from behind the
bar stood close beside him, watch
ing him pant through his open
mouth as If he’d had fifteen min
utes’ hard wrestling.
“Listen, friend," said the young
bartender, quiet, unsollcltous, unre
sentful; “kill him outside, will you?”
Hal, looking at him, grew steady
at once, without surrendering a
single good fragment of his hate.
The young man’s hand was spread
on Hal’s moving chest.
‘Colonel," said Hal in smoldering
steadiness, "If it’ll do your experi
ence-museum any good to watch me,
I’ll be glad to kill him.”
‘Brother, listen," the young man
went on surely, "we got a little
business here, see? And It won’t
help It none to have bodies on the
premises. I want you to kill him all
right, If you wanta; but some place
else, friend, hey? Some place else."
‘‘All right," said Hal. “Let me
talk to him.”
The bartender’s hand came down,
and Hal walked toward Crack.
"You'll apologize,” he said.
He heard Kerrigan breuthlng be
side him; he was sorry to make him
stand listening to this.
(TO RF. CONTINUED)
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Super or DeLuxe tine of
tires built, regardless of
name, brand or br whom
made, or at what price
4.50- 21.— 07.M
4.75-19- 7.7«
5.25-14 «.M
5.50- 18, ie.49
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Equal or superior to any I
special brand tire made ■
for mass distributors, I
advertised without the ■
manufacturer's name or I
guarantee. ■
4.50-21 ... ititi I
5.00-19— 7,f f I
5.25-18_ |.4s I
p^OOiet 3<m Proportionately Low^ggj
•^SENTINEL TYPERS
Carries the Firestone g
name and guarantee. H
Equal or superior to an/ ■
tire in this price class.
4 50-21 g*.«f 1
4.75-19- 4.40
5.25-18 __ 7.44 B
5-50-19 8.74 i
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/ COURIER TyPE^ig
For car owners who «W
need new tire safety at K?
a aery low price. H
30x3'/j Cl. 94.•* I
4.40-21.4.7f M
4.SO-21 ,.s, §;i
4.75-19 «.„ It
