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28 "TRAPPED." T (Continued from page 16.) the threshold of it he was met by Bet- tina Moore. "Farley and this otiier man," he asked her quickly, "where are they?" "In here," Sally's mother (answered, and led him through the doorway, where he saw the bodies of the two crooks. Farley was still alive, but it was plain that he was very near the end. Bettina left Baxter with him, but a few minutes later was joined l^y the police captain cn\t!-ide the room. "Don't worry, dear," he said, taking tier hands. "Farley cleaned up every- thing before he died, and you can rely on me to see that no scandal attaches itself to you or Sally." The Runaways. JERRY arrived at the parsonage on time, complete' with the marriage lines, and he had not long to wait ero Sally put in an appearance. The minister wan only too willing to perform the simple ceremony, and examined the certificate that Jerrj' handed him. "Yes, this is all right—all in order," he declared, '" but where are your wit- nessesT' "Witnesses?" Jerry murmured. "Do we have to bring our own witnesses ? You see, we—we don't know much about it. We've never been married before." The minister smiled. "It is customary for marrying couples to bring their own witnesses," he ex- plained. "However, if you'll wait here a moment I'll go out and see if I can find someone." He made his way to the front door, leaving Jerry and Sally together. "Gee, I didn't know we had to have witnesses!" Jerry said. "I didn't, either," Sally confessed. "I hope the minister can find some- body." Her hope was at that moment on the very point of being realised, for, stand- ing in the porch, the divine caught sight of two police officers prowling near by. They appeared to be looking for someone. Not for a moment did the minister suspect that they were looking for the young man he was about to marry. .."Oh. gentlemen," he called; "just a minute, if you please!" , The officers approached inquiringly, BOY'S CINEMA and the minister explained the situation. "All right, we'll be your witnesses," one of the cops .Tgreed, and added to his companion: "I reckon that guy we were chasin' has given us the slip, any- liow." The parson led them into his sitting- room, and as they appeared Jerry recog- nised his pursuers. The recognition was mutual, and the officers started forward involuntarily. " You thought you'd got away, didn't you?"- one of them growled. "No," Jerry stammered. "I'll come with you right after the ceremony." "We'll see to that," he was told. Tiie minister stepped forward. "Will you take your positions, please?" he suggested, and, with the police-officers behind them, Jerry and Sally edged closer to one another. "I hope you don't mind waiting a minute," Jerry said, glancing over his shoulder at the cops. "No, take your time." The parson proceeded with the cere- mony, and finished by raising his hands above the young couple's heads. "I now pronounce you man and wife," he chanted, and scarcely were the words uttered when one of the police-officers advanced and snapped a pair of manacles on Jerry's wrists. "Come on!" he oitfered, and, with Sall.v hurrying after him, Jerry was escorted from the parsonage. A cab was hailed outside, and the cops gave Bettina Moore's address, then pushed tkeir captive into the taxi's dim interior. Sally followed, and sat opposite Jerry. Presently she began to look tear- ful, and dabbed at her eyes with a hand- kerchief. "Don't worry, dear," Jerry told her. while the cops maintained a stolid silence. "Everything is going to be all right." Ten minutes later the taxi swerved into the drive of 16, Franklin Court. Jerry was dragged from it, and, still with Sally at his heels, was marched up to the front door. The maid answered the police-officers' summons. "Is Captain Baxter here?" she was asked. " He's in the lounge with Mrs. Moore," the girl answered, gazing in consternation at Jerry and Sally. The two policemen pushed past her unceremoniously, and hurried their prisoner across the hall and into the lounge, where Baxter and Bettina Moore were sitting on a chesterfield. The captain and Mrs. Moore started to their feet as the officers appeared with Jerrv and Sally. Every Tuesday "Say, what's the idea?" Baxter de- manded. "We got our man, captain," was the answer. " Do you want us to go on to headquarters with him?" Baxter exchanged a smile with Mrs. Moore, and then: "No," he said; "take off those brace- lets. This case is closed. By the way, if you go upstairs you'll find two men lying in a room there. Have them carried away—to the morgue." A key was produced, and the manacles were removed from Jerry. As the two policemen departed he began to rub his numbed wrists. "Sally," said Mrs. Moore, coming across to where her daughter stood, "this is one of the happiest days of my life. Captain Baxter and I have just decided to be married." "Oh, mother," Sally cried, "I'm so happy, too. Jerry, and I are married!" "What?" Mrs. .Moore's face registered amaze- ment. Watching her anxiously, both Jerry and Sally expected indignation to follow, and waited for the storm to break. But quite unexpectedly Bettina turned to Jerry and held out her hands. " Congratulations, Mr. Jerry Cole- man," she said. "Mr. Jerry Coleman, of Park Avenue, I believe." Jerry stared at her. In the back- ground Captain Baxter was grinning a broad grin. "Why didn't you tell us who you were in the first place?" Mrs. Moore- went on. Jerry found his voice. "I "might have lost my job as your driver," he answered laughingly. 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