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64 Rooms, All with Hot and Cold Water Showers

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Phone 71

PRINCE RUPERT, B.C.

VALENTIN DAIRY

Pasteurized Milk

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QUALITY STORE

Italian and Greek Imported Goods

| Fresh Fruits and Vegetables
Complete Line of Groceries

521 Fulton Street Prince Rupert, B.C.

Phone Black 787 P.O. Box 405

B. LAMB
TAILOR
MADE-TO-MEASURE
Ladies’ and Gents’ Suits—Naval Uniforms

302 3rd Ave. West, Prince Rupert

ordered and clapped up the receiver exult-
antly.

OWNER OF Car BroucHut IN

In less than an hour a pretty, flashing-
eyed brunette with long mascara-tipped
eyelashes, and creamy complexion en-
hanced by red cupid-bow lips was ushered
indignantly into the office. Expensively
and fashionably dressed, she had that
“umph” that causes men to turn their
heads and take another look and women
to lift their noses a trifle higher. Her
lustrous black eyes met those of Silver-
stein and Carey with haughty disdain.

“Why,” she demanded in a musical
voice steeled with anger, “am I being sub-
jected to this affront? Why am I being
pushed around. I’ve done nothing. I’m

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“Hold your horses,” interjected Carey
with a frosty stare. “You've just been
picked up in the garage where you kept
the Pontiac sedan used in the murder of
two Westchester Electric employees.
Furthermore, ‘Dopey’ Marino, one of the
men involved in this, was a friend of
yours, and had your sanction to use that
car. Now—what have you got to say
about it?”

Her sang-froid gone completely the girl
bit her scarlet lips. “You're crazy!” Her
large eyes suddenly brimmed with tears.
“What you say is impossible. John would
never do a thing like that.”

“How do you know he wouldn’t?”

“Because,” came the startling reply,
“John Marino’s my husband!”

Taking advantage of the moment, they
plied the shrinking girl with a barrage of
questions. Despite her marriage to Mar-
ino, Lucy stated that she preferred to
continue the use of her maiden name.
“The car,’ she admitted, “belonged to
my husband but had been registered in
my name. But,” she dabbed her eyes,
“Td no idea it was being used for any-
thing like that. I don’t believe it.” She
squeezed her small cambric handkerchief
into a tight ball. “I can’t believe it. [
went away to visit friends five days ago
in Manhattan, and | haven't the faintest
idea where he is. I went to the garage
to get the car and never expected to run
into anything like this.” She glared mal-
evolently at the officer who’d picked
her up.

“Your story may be all right,” Carey
informed her coldly. “In the meantime
we'll have to hold you as a material wit-
ness.’ Pale-faced and dazed the girl dis-
appeared below with a swish of silken
skirts and an angry tattoo of French heels.

TRAPPED BY CRAZE FOR DOPE

Assigned to check up on dope peddlers,
Detectives Donahue and Martin picked
out a hot-dog stand on 138th Street where
they maintained a long and apparently
useless vigil. Suddenly on the second day
came a break. A sleek car slowed to a
stop before the stand and a thick-set man
with a Panama hat pulled over his eves

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