Boy's Cinema (1939-40)

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Every Tuesday fsdifTc'cl A'itli fountorffitod moiipy. lie showcil it to ElaiMo. "They aomiied to be tloiriK pretty well," ln' said. She stafi'd at the notes, clearly worried. "Those soldiers—whoi; will they conio?" bho iisked. Hi-;i,.M.s shook his head. "I wi^ll I knew," he answered. "If I am to believe ho police captain, some lime next week, lint I think ho was pulling my leg. They miglit be hero any time. Meanwhile, I'm not ijoinff to let the sanp f?et away with this slutr. Vou go back to the bolltower and wait for uu\" "And what ai'c you soinp to do?" she asked. "Bust up everythins: I can lay my hands on," Brass answered grimly. ■ "Then I oiiKht; to help you," she .said. H(! took her by the arm and led lier out on to the landing;. "You pet back upstairs," he said. "There's no scn.<(o in both of us getting into a fig-ht. If those birds come up again while I'm busy things-are going to get somewhat brisk aromul here. I'll be up later." She looked at him doubtfully, apprehensive for liis safety. Then she nodded, realising that she would only be in the way, and disappeared. Brass got to work systematically. He found the treasury plates fastened in the printing machine, unscrewed them, and smashed them in a vice. Then he opened the suitcase and tipped the counterfeited bills into the huge fireplace. He struck a match and started them burning. GABBY GETS FREE MEANWHILE, down in the town jail, Gabby was conscious of a disturbance amongst the police. Ordinarily they were very lazy, but for the last five minutes they had been rushing about and making a lot of noise. GaL>by ;, elled to the guard who was on duty outside his cell door. "It's iiiiout time you got me my clothes," ho said. "Things are happening that I ought to know al)ont. Say, lias that stiff of a pa! of mine got a reply from Washington yet? The guard grinned at him. " Tlic stiff your friend, he not seen," he replied "But Washington, sh(> has i-i-;''.ii.-J." BOY'S CINEMA Galiby rubbed his hands together. "That setltos it," lie said. "Open the door and let me out. I'll dress in tiie corridor. It's draughty in this dump." 1 lie guard shook his head. " You aren't coming out, senor," he said. " You stay where you arc for a long time. I'll bet you do !" (jabby's eyes glistened. "So you want to make a bet, huh?" h<' said. "All right, that's up my sheet. I'll bot you live pesos I'm out of here by to-night." "I'll take the Iiet," the guard said, and produced a five-peso bill. " You put up your money, no':'" Before (Jabby could think up an excuse for owing the cash the captain came striding along the corridor. Hastily the guard backed towards tlio cell door, hiding I ho five peso note behind his back. "Open the door," the captain snapped. "The senor, he is to be released." Quickly Gabby reached through Ihe bars and grabbed the note. "My dough, I think!'' he muttered. "I win !" "What is that?" asked the captain. " Er—nothing—nothing," Gabby answered off-handedly. The guard, ,'cowling, unlocked the door and Gabby came out. The captain bowed to him ceremoniously. "The State Department at Washington has sent a telegram to our go\ernmRnt," he said. "Your friend was right in all that he told us about the Mission Santa Margarita del Rosas. We now go there to make the arrest. Your friend will come-witli us, yes?" Gabby chuckled. "My friend is probably still trying to duck out of the way of your boys," he answered. "But that's all right. I'm just as good as he is. I'll help you make the arrest. Then per- haps Chief Saxby will stop giving me darned- fool jobs like guarding the President." "What is that, senor?" the captain asked politely. "It doesn't matter," Gabby replied. "I was just talking to myself- Lead me to my clothes." "This way, senor," the captain said. Gabby trotted after liim happily. He felt at last that things were breaking his way. And about time too he mutt(M(Hl to himself Ten niii.iiK ^ l.in i l ' I 1 \ > ■! ' h. < i n 11'> loft the t<nvii ut the head of a column of aririeil and mounted police, and started up Ihe loud that led to ihe missiciii. Meanwhile, Brass wa.s gelling oij. with lii.l work of deslinction. He did not know wlietlnM- ho and Elaine would ever bo able to gel r»nt of this pla<-e alive; but of one thing h'- «a» certain he could not leave all that coiinliTfeit money in existence. By destroying it he >^.i« destroying the crook.s' chance of escape. 'J'liey could not get far without ironey. Hufldcniy he heard fooLifteiis on the stairit. Someone was coming up! Ho wont to the door and looked out, lint realised at once that it was imjiossihle for him to reach the bell tower again without being S[)otted. So he dodged back into the room and concealed himself behind the huge chimney-piece. A man pushed open the door and came in. He was someone Brass had never seeri before — evidently the expert on printing. He stared around at the .scone of destruction, then picked up the suitcase that had contained the notes. He glowered at the open fireplace, where the last of the notes were burning. Then in a sudden rage ho fiimg the suitcase down, and turned back towards the door to call the others. Brass acted fast. He leapt forward, snatch- ing a billet of timber from the fireplace. He hit the man over the side of the head with the billet, and the man dro[ipcd without a sound. Brass found ropes and tied him up securely. Then he went on searching for more notes, piling them high into the grate. He finished at last, and returned to the bell- tower. He was well satisfied with what he had done. Elaine looked at him questioningly. "I'm glad you're back," she whispered, and the trembling of her voice showed the strain she was feeling. "What do you suppose is going to happen to us?" "Well, I've got a notioi that we're going to be all right." Brass answered reassuringly. "We're going to get out of here." She tried to laugh—tried to show him that she was not afraid. "How?" she asked. "Did you bring along a pair of wings or something?" Brass pointed upwards. "See that beam—the one supporting the bell''" he asked. "Well, the bell-rope is foiitMl loniifl it I'm a-oing to crawl up there iiul '_! 'nil )^' II I rheii we'jf (III '• ' Decker and Ross grabbed him quickly and held him fast by the arms auuary 27th, 19i0.