Does John McDonald live here?”

\s the grim face of Chief Smith ap-
red in the doorway, some instinct seemed
ell her. “Is he ... .?” She clutched at
heart. “Oh! Jack! Oh! Jack!” she cried,
ding the answer in his eyes. Sinking
) a chair, the grief-stricken girl broke
) uncontrollable weeping.

4 cry from upstairs sent the broken-
rted mother to the little bedroom to
ifort her child. With the pathetic cry:
addy won't be here!” ringing in his
s, Chief Smith left the house of tragedy
spur on the hunt for the killers.

A hurried midnight call brought Secre-
y Emmett once more to the Radio Build-
- to find Inspector Melville and three
capped officers in shaggy buffalo coats
puped anxiously around his desk.

FRUITVALE HOTEL

Mr. and Mrs. T. S. Pittendrigh, Proprietors

Come and Enjoy Your Fish-
ing at Fruitvale, and Make
This Hotel Your Headquar-
ters.

LICENSED PREMISES

Dining Room in Connection
Running Hot and Cold Water

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FRUITVALE, B.C.

H. C. DAVIS

GENERAL
MERCHANT

FRUITVALE, B.C.

“You sell automobile licenses here,” com-
mented the Inspector. “How about letting
us have a look at your Sales Records?
Chances are,” he added as he noted the
inquiring look in the other’s eyes, “that any-
one casing this job would use the excuse to
get in here and size up the works. It’s a
cinch they knew the place like a book.”

As the Inspector was thumbing through
the pages, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
“Look at this, Cafferty.’ He pointed,
“John Atamon! Not Atamon, but Atamon-
chuk, or I miss my guess! That fellow was
released from Stony Mountain Penitentiary
just a couple of weeks ago.”

“Mike the Horse!” exclaimed Cafferty.
“Come on, boys.”

Piling into cruiser cars they sped swiftly
northward along Main Street, roared
through the subway and made for the
thickly-populated foreign district in the
North End. Through Cafferty’s mind
flashed a picture of the horse-like face and
thick-set form of the 25-year-old bandit
who had started in crime by stealing autos
and had just completed his last stretch for
store-breaking and safe-cracking. Smooth
and resourceful, a non-drinker known to

Robert Borrowman points to the hole in the
wall made by the bullet that ended the career
of Mike the Horse.

have a large sum of money salted away, he
had recently told a friend of his intention
to go straight. “Mike the Horse” going
straight! The detective chuckled wryly.
Slowing to a halt near the junction of
McGregor Street and Alfred Avenue, Caf-
ferty led the way down a narrow lane and

pointed to a two-storied building. “Ata-
monchuk’s place,” he commented.

Leaving three officers to watch both
exits, he led the others to the front door
and quietly entered. From upstairs came
the casual mumble of voices speaking in
Ukranian.

“Careful!” he admonished as, with
fingers gripping the automatic in his pocket,
he crept up the stairs.

Breaking unceremoniously in on the fam-
ily gathering they found themselves sur-
rounded by the surprised and frightened

Telephone 15
HOTEL OLIVER
E. S. and T. W. Hall, Proprietors

On the Main Cariboo Highway and in the
Heart of the ‘Cantaloupe”’

Fully Licensed Good Beds
OLIVER, B.C.

P.O. BOX 58 PHONE 73

“INSIST ON THE BEST”
Get it From

CARTER’S BAKERY

ICE CREAM, CONFECTIONERY
and LUNCHES
OLIVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA

LAKESIDE AUTO CAMP

JAS. D. HARRISON, Proprietor

Tourist Cabins, Summer Cottages
Bathing Beach

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OLIVER, B.C.

Oliver Sawmills Ltd.
Manufacturers of
Western Pine Box Shooks
P.O. Box 98 Phone 78

Oliver, B.C.

With Compliments to the

B.C. POLICE

FROM STORES DEPARTMENT

Oliver Co-operative
Growers Exchange

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