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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER jPBAll Over But the And So Again the Early Birds Got the Worths jRicharS Powel- l- Morris Gest, the theatrical producer, was a genius when it came AN to thinking up effective publicity STARRING stunts. I think Ill put an ad in the THE STORY THUS FAR: Lt Andy newspapers announcing the fact Blake, Operation,, was Joined by hi, that tickets will be on sale at our wife, Arab, who itarted to work for Ordnance la Washington. She secured a box office at 5 a. m. tomorrow, room at a home en "Q street, rnn by he confided in a friend. Renee, whom Andy recognized a, a girl It sounds crazy, reproved his he had known In Pari,. Ha got Into a companion. Whats the idea? fight with Joey, one of the roomers, who I want people to think our show was knocked out by his boss, Jones, Is such a smash hit that if they who lived next door. Arab found ont that home wat being used by German dont get tickets first thing in the the agent,. 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He had read Haushofer and Clausewitz and Mahan and Homer Lea and had still written isolationist stuff. He had been playing his dear subscribers for suckers. The desk was locked. I didnt feel like breaking it, and some more I rummaged laws, wide open. through the wastebasket, and found a crumpled sheet of paper on which had been written: BETTY I hope I can make it but weve been working late a lot of nights. Genevieve Its a wonder to me that trains dont get even more crowded these days, but maybe people are , learning to stay home. Neither of those notes meant anything to me, but I put the paper in my billfold, anyway. Then some bits of paper on the floor near the window caught my attention. Plain Mr. Jones had tom up a newspaper clipping, violently. The pieces were ragged and crumpled; the carbon smudges of a rubber heel hinted that he had ground the paper into the carpet with his foot. I pieced the clipping together. The story was based on a recent broadcast, picked up by the FCC, from a station inside Germany. A man calling himself Gustav Siegfried Eins had told the German people that if only Hitler would kick out that pig Himmler and his Gestapo, ell Germanys troubles would be over. He had put in a plug for Gergenerals and admany's mirals, even mentioning by name Admiral Canaris of German Naval Intelligence. Theyd have won the war by now, the commentator said, but for Himmlers bungling. The room had been a small gold mine, although it hadnt give up its most important secret. This was the room in which Paula Thompson had seen something curious a week ago. I switched off the flashlight and went to one of the windows. It was possible to see the pin oak outside Arab's window, and I was willing to swear that this was the window which had once been framed like a target in the notch of the pin oak. I stared out into the darkness, and then little cakes of ice began breaking away from my spine and drifting out through my. arteries. Something had stirred in the unkempt A figure was moving garden. through the bushes toward the Fielding house. Someone else had decided that it was a nice night for a prowL Someone else wanted to pry around in the Fielding house while everyone was away. But this time the broken stick by the front door wouldnt scream a warning. It would just be a broken stick, not a broken neck. The booby trap was about to be sprung. The figure in the shrubbery was close to the Fielding house now, moving with less caution. There was a narrow starlit space to be crossed to the last protecting bush. After that, the prowler might decide that there was nothing to worry about, and might walk confidently up to the front door. The figure slipped across to the last bush. Starlight glimmered for a moment on slim silken legs and on shoulder-lengt- h blonde hair. It was Arab. I didnt think anything out. My fingers hooked around a straight chair and slammed it at the window. It went through in a crashing spray of glass. I stuck my head in the opening and let out a yell that scalded my throat Not a yell to Arab. Not a warning. I made it a shriek which curled off into a maniacal laugh. A whip cracked beside my ear and there was a slamming noise and plaster smoked from a small hole in the wall. I hit the floor and stayed there. He had taken a snap shot as I crossed in front of a window. The guy could shoot. If I had been moving a trifle slower he might not have marked the plaster. My wild career had ended In the study. I hugged the floor and wondered whether Plain Mr. Jones was on the second or third floor of the Fielding house. If he were on the second, I could crawl safely out of the room, zip downstairs, and leave quietly by the front or back door or by a window on the side away from the Fielding house. But if he were IKINIER ARAB SEWING CIRCLE NEEDLECRAFT Comfortable Quilted House Boots Shooting Every one will want these. Pattern 7256 contains pattern, directions tor boots in small, medium and large size. Send your order to: SANCTUM MYSTSftY BLAKE futures on the third floor, he would have a line of sight which would hit the door of the study near the door . . . and a crawling man would make a sweet target The best idea might be to make a sprint for it I lay there and worked things out as carefully and as wrongly as possible. Because, suddenly, every light in the house went out A master switch had been thrown downstairs. I was alone in the house with the fat man. I could picture him creeping up the stairs. His head would be sunk in Its collar of fat. He would be feeling the air ahead of him with pudgy fingers. Once' again my memr ory flashed me that print with Fujiyama in the background and a fat deadly Jap wrestler hunching forward in the foreground. I It was no use lying there. couldnt hope for outside help. In this neighborhood of big estates a distant shot would pass as a car backfiring. I got up, grabbed another straight chair, ran quietly into the black hall and heaved the chair downstairs. It caromed off something soft near the bottom. Something which grunted. I rushed back, got an upholstered chair, and sent that down too. I tried a couple of gibbering laughs to help the nerve war along, then crawled about easing light switches into off position and unscrewing all the bulbs I could find. Now and then I lobbed a bulb down the stairs to keep him from sneaking up; they exploded nastily and probably sprayed glass over quite an area. But I ran out of light bulbs much too soon. There was nothing now to keep him from slipping upstairs. He must realize that I didnt have a gun. I realized that I had picked a blind alley. I should have stayed in the hall and waited for him to make a noise. Now I was afraid to return to the hall. He might already be rice-pape- old-scho- yanked the flashlight from my pocket and swept its beam around the room. Hie door was a foot away. In the middle of the room the fat man seemed to be wrestling insanely with himself. His right hand dangled uselessly while his left was crossed over his body trying to dig into his right pants pocket I watched stupidly. I didnt get it not until his pocket ripped and his left hand swung out gripping a revolver. Only one thing saved me: he wasn't a southpaw. He had the gun reversed and his fingers were tripping over each other as he tried to hold it and turn it A lot had happened in about ten seconds. It had happened too fast for me. I was still dizzy and my thoughts were a couple of seconds behind the action. It was like being paralyzed. Things were moving in I high and I was in low gear. watched him Juggle the gun, and then there was a blast of sound and a flash two feet from my face. Caesars head exploded into fragments? It hadnt been marble at all, just plaster of Paris with a fake finish. I collected these details and sorted them like an old man counting change. Somebody had spoken, too. Had And, by snapped, "Drop it fast! the time I began wondering whether the speaker had meant my flashlight, the fat mans gun clattered obediently to the floor. I added these curious details to the others. A familiar voice whispered In my ear, Keep that light in his eyes. I nodded and did as I was told. The light didn't seem to penetrate the fat mans glasses. The lenses bent the light, refracted it, as if made of flawed quartz. He didnt look like a man wearing glasses. He was a new big kind of insect with fat glaring eyes. Down at floor level, so far outside the cone of light that it was hard to see details, a hand scooped up the revolver. A hand with slender fingers. A girla hand. It must have been Arab who had spoken to me. She tugged at me, and we backed through the door, i I was catching up with events now. I kept the flashlight aimed back into the room. The fat man didnt move; only the flat disks of his glasses turned, looking into the light. Arab shook me. Andy, she whispered, can you run? I rattled my head "Run? Run? from side to side. The dizziness shook together in one comer under my right temple. The spot began to hurt, but it was all to the good. The pain was like sniffing ammonia. "Im O. K. now, I said. "Beat it downstairs and cover me. We climbed into the car and let it play jeep for a couple of blocks. I drove silently, conscious of Arab edging closer to me and peeking up at my face. Every time her shoulder touched mine it left a tingle. I wanted to grab her and tell her that she was a little idiot and I was a big one, but it wouldnt make sense. Not with Joey Raeder in the picture. All I could do was to go on trying to keep her out of the obit columns. Just then she switched off the ignition and took the key. The car coasted to a halt, and she said meekly, "That was a hint. I said, This will acknowledge receipt of your hint of October twenty-seconIt Is regretted that no action can be taken at the present time. You stop that, Andy Blake, she Vffiat does a girl have to flared. do nowadays to get a pass made at her flash a gun? "Weve got to get you back to that picnic. You need to be fitted with either an alibi or armor plate. "Andy, dont I mean anything to you any more? I dont know. Ive got to think things out. I do, Andy, I know I do! Or you wouldnt be taking such care of me. Like tonight and that time you got Sadie to shorten my white raincoat. She told me about lt. Why did you go to all that trouble if . . . if . . . "Im Just trying to save the War Department a good secretary. I dont want to talk about secretaries, she wailed. "Why are we talking about secretaries? All I wanted was for you to kiss me and you talk about secretaries and Im She tucked her head all mixed up! down on my arm and began to cry. I patted her head. 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Nothing is what most people than anything know more about else in the world. Learned Late the wreck and carried to the nearest doctors ofHe was dug out of fice: Doctor Can I do anything for him? Im a veterinary surgeon. Casualty Thats all right, doc, Im a jackass to think I could do 50 on those tires. No Dunce Teacher The sentence, I had money, is in the past tense. What would the tense be if you said, I have money? Jasper Pre-tens- e. HERE'5 7od&yt Baking Powder d. It was a nice night for a prowl. I might be the one to upstairs. make a noise, and he might be the I papered myself one waiting. against a wall of the study and lost interest in being the life of the party. I stood quite still and felt out on both sides for a weapon. My fingers touched something, explored it, then leaped away as if scorched. The something had been a bald head. For a moment I couldnt budge. Then I got tough with myself. Plain Mr. Jones wouldnt have waited patiently while I tickled his head. And he couldn't have shrunk so much in height. I felt for the object again, located the bald head, and found a series of scallops circling it It was d bust of Caesar. the I slid my hand down to Caesars neck. The bust was heavy but manageable. I crouched, held the bust up and to the right, away from my body, and crept out from the wall. If I had estimated the fat man's position correctly I would pass between him and the dull gray rectangle of one of the windows. The bust ought to make a nice silhouette. I moved two steps, three, four, laurel-wreathe- five Everything happened at once. The bust of Caesar twisted out of my grasp and a shock numbed my arm and the fat man screamed. He had mistaken Caesar for me, as I had hoped. He had leaped and clipped it with the edge of his palm. My arm tingled as if he had used a baseball bat I reached out, touched d bulk, ripped hooks into him. Then I caught it. A blow slashed across my right temple and sent sparks flickering through my head. 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