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Every Tuesday 1 "THE TRIANGLE MURDER." { T {Continued from page 34.) T the making of uniisu;il g'adgcts to scivc ciir ends." "Seems to me," commented tlie de- tective grufHy, " that you fellows have missed your rightful job. With your ideaiS and enterprise you might, had you directed them into proper channel have done pretty well for yourselves." ■'Well, sir," was the reply, in which humility and reproof were evidently mingled, '"'we haven't done so badly to date." "That's as ma.\bp," Detective Thomp- son returned. "But, after all. what good has it brought you, now'? You've BOY'S CINEMA got much to answer for, not only as regards this case, but the others." The butler snivelled. "And these things worked the devilish apparatus?" suggested the de- tective, pointing to tho tangle of wives overhead. The butler nodded. "Well, you almost got me," he growled. "Yes, sir," mused the butler sadly. "That was our undoing. Tho chauffeur went too far, although there wasn't enough poison then left in the needle to do you injury." The detective rubbed his bandaged neck. "Is that so?" was all he could say. Then, almost as an aftei thought, De- tective Thompson inquired; "And what about the voice that came from the air ?" "That, sir, was a loud-speaker con- 27 cealed in the wall behind a thin layer of plaster." •Justice was meted out to the members of the Triangle, and the exemplary sen- tences passed on them brought a sigh of relief to a city that had suffered so long from their devilish ingenuity. Each member of the gang was discovered to have amassed a fortune as a result of tliis levying of vuiholy tribute, fortunes which not one of them was destined to enjoy, for documents and other means enabled tho money to be returned to the sources whence it originally came. riic Triangle and its reign of terror has been forgotten now. But Detective Thompson—now enjoying well-earned retirement—will never forget it. P'or he has a scar on his neck that will remain as long as he lives. "A treasured souvenir," he calls it. (By permission of the Ideal Film Co., Ltd.) { "DANGER ISLAND." 1 (Continued from page 8.) —^—* him, to stare in awed amazement at the mass of struggling men. "Ben, what are they doing?" gasped Bonnie. "What happened—what are they fighting for? Has everybody on this ship gone mad?" Arnold answered her briefly. He told her the partial truth, but so twisted the explanation to suit himself that it be- came a deliberate lie. "Diake refused to obey my orders," ho .said. "He wanted to sail for the mainland when he heard the island was dangerous." Bonnie looked at Arnold ineredulouslj', and then tiu-ned lier glance towards the stern of the vessel, where Bull and Harry were now battling toe-to-toe. "Oh, no!" she cried. "I can't—1 won't believe it! Anyway, we've got to stop this fight!" She .started forward, but AiiioUl seized her and dragged her liack. He h.id no desire to see the hostile parties separ- ate<l. for, though there seemed email likelihood of it at the inoment, there was always a slim chance that Bull and his hirelings might turn out to be the victors. "Bonnie, come here!" jerked Arnold. "You can't do anything!" "Ben'.s right, dear," her uncle inter- posed. "Stay where yoii are. You might get hurt if you try to interfere." Bonnie uniained with the two men, but contiiuied to gaze aft, watching Harry and Bull Black as they hammered each other fiuiously. The mate was taking heavy punish- ment, and Harry drove him to the very prow of tho snip, where he whipped home a .-battering punch that fhuig Bull to the deck. The mutinous scoundrel rose again, and hit out at the younger man savagely. But two out of every three of his blows w-ent astray, for the Englishman was quick and lithe, and the speed of his footwork, together with the dexterity of his fists, more than counterbalanced the advantage of Bull's gross bulk. He gradually broke tho mate's attack and carried the fight to him, raining punches from every angle. Bull began to show a decidedly lop-sided list under the effects of the batteiing, and he was in a ^orry pligiit when Hariy danced into him with the inlenlion of putting him down for the count. It was then that an accident occurred whic"h changed the course of events. For, in stepping close to Bull, Harry tripped in a coil of rope and fell his length. By the time he had disentangled him- self and climbed to his feet Bull Black had recovere<l to some extent, and before Harry could jnit himself on the defensive the mate scored with a right to the chin. Harry staggered, and his assailant followed up his ■ success with another blow. The Englishman swayed on his heeU, and as he was tot- tering Bidl summoned all his remaining strength and sent his fist crashing into his un- protected jaw. "Sharks!" she ecreamed. "The sea's full of them!" The hungry killers of the deep closed swiftly in, silent, ghostly shapes gliding ifnder the surface to . challenge one another for their human prey. (Don't miss the second episode of this grand new serial next week. By permis- sion of the Universal Films, Ltd., star- ring Kenneth Harlan and Lucille Browne.) Harry pitched backward with arius wide-.spread, tumbled over the side of the ship and plunged headlong into the sea. He struck the \iater with a splash and dis- appeared below the siuface. Bonnie gave vent to a sharp cry and ran to the stern, followed by her uncle and Ben Arnold. At the same time the sailors stopped hghting and crowded to the side. Harry Drake's head rose into viev.-. Tho mate's last blow had dazed him, and he could do little more than make a feeble attempt to tread water. It was clear that he would not he able to keep himself afloat for long. "He's drowning!" Bonnie gasped. "Can't any of you do 'something? Can't any- one give a " And then she stopped. Some distance astern a dark object had. broken tho sur- face. It was a sinister fin. and a stab of horror turned Bonnie sick and faint. Then she sa\i' another and another cleave the water, and caught a glimpse of an evil head and a slit of a mouth with teeth like a saw. DON'T MISS THESE GRAND FILM NOVELS. Evelyn Brent, Frank Albertson and Constance Cummings " TRAVELLING HUSBANDS." A young salesman meets a pretty girl and through pcerty determines to forget he.'—but the sound ok a struggle and a girl's terrified cry leads to him changing his decision. " BORN TO LOVE." The tragic story of a courageous woman's sacrifice in order to give her child a name. Starring Constance Bennett, Paul Cavanagh and Joel McCrea. " THREE GIRLS LOST." A pretty gold-digger becomes involved with a gangster and drags an innocent young man into the meshes oJ the law. A brave girl fights for his life. Starring Loretta Young, John Wayne and Joan Marsh. 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