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Show s sis. e ES .L tad l v uciua CONRAD fag STOBT SO FAR: Anne tiey Lful dahtef of wealthy C ...iDiner publisher, ei to 1 Anne Heywood, New on iL. Also on tl f reporter I 0. rn ,.i Valera, a on MSIgnn""' w BB t m - n.t. ntif Also on WO isiami r r an ner laueri paper, Army Intelligence officer; d Valera, a Fnerw mcau nuuxo United State! whose ordera to re- t to aa army - relied; Blchard Tauaslf, an engineer L Identity M German agent U iut-put iut-put not yet proved; and RnsieU cr t young American engineer, and wile Sue. Aware wai me must get story ahe wai aent for Anne follow! ! Taussig to a lecret rendezvous. Hid- U the inanowa is nusuc. MISTS ,U.OO, 'or cock. I CHAPTER XI nne bent her head down and farther back into the dark-K dark-K Miguel's hand dropped hers, ov'ed back to his hip pocket and ited there. Her heart beat faster, ire must be four or five of them, I thought, trying to count the shut-jj shut-jj feet above her. Anne closed her eyes and took a . .11. CU aH HffimiAl'a an ! Test, .1 J imf Dream. 6ui-' i ii : j ody relax . . . ana uiea go rigiu Sin so instantly max -sne openea eyes in sudden fright A fifth ah had Joined the group, it was iego Gongaro. Miguel's body was like a steel A male! lermj silerj nce Cc, ,aiilti in quivering under the impact of Bidden blow. His breath was com-j com-j so sharply that Anne thought the outside must hear it. What had ppened she didn't know. Then $!enly it came to her. He hadn't his uncie was mere, ne 't even known ne migm be . wt nut of here, ouick." areS pel said quietly. hey slipped tnrougn me tunnel out into the street. He took her j). As they started down the ieet, away from the direction she'd me in, Anne glanced back. There a no one in sight. They turned corner. sU' got Into the car, tired, des-aitely des-aitely tired, all of a sudden. "Mig- she said. 'Wait a while, Anne." She sank back against the seat It JEN' Titen, J egistets IIANOE City, t: oleoE Of Q water, the D: vade E: M probably just hunger, she lojight, but it was funny how this .sawing of emotions took it out ! jou. She felt like an old sponge. He maneuvered the car through the! dark streets. They came out a yea: nd on: i, the addenly in front of the great Indian iiirel tree in the Post Office Plaza. Lnrie sat up abruptly. She hadn't vn for In idea how they'd got there so ny c. pOSt i "Where were we, Miguel?" she ted. He looked at her sharply. '$f you don't know where you its better for you not to '," he said evenly, after a mo- t. "I wish you could forget the ile thing." ttey were both silent for an to-apt. to-apt. Then he said, "You've got to ffopuse me very seriously you 11 ever say a word about it to any- 'What were you doing there? And ,Mr. Taussig's room the other ght?" "Then you did know " MiEuel said ifout turning his head. His eyes ?e fixed on the ocean in front of ajn. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't i I I V W'hi blc Cos- i with It tarn - you ... or frighten you too 'f h. I think you'd better tell me about it. I couldn't ask you be- Mj l! ri" ?t wasn't you that told Taussig eslitu ere to m E ; !DOUJ ft; ,duFf: was there?" Siguel turned ahrnntlv "TW ho Nw?" "He knows about me," Anne said. 1 don't know about you." 'listen, Anne," he said earnestly. You've got to tell me evervthinff EGET'Bli H know- It's more important than l! minit. Have you told Wilcox?" I Anne shook her head. "He thinks frtill ' "ometning. i did lOi'C, But you're not are yu? 1 rM wm io Deiieve it Tell me ffoa're nnt ' oiit ? 11 tell you something no one hew mows," he said slowly. "I'm iplyctfung you, Anne. In a way I fct !!6 l?so you'u see you bave to '0?ln and everybody else." He ghonlt h;. .. .. - "J UCdU. , ."..auuuig vjenerai Knows j , - .wucuuujr nere ne doesn I r?' It's me." I ?e looked ar, j . j li. t e so that she could hardly hear f-The War Department sent me a special mission. I can't what it is, exactly. I wasn't i Until . . uSui inai Taussig I f mixed un in it t i nuch he is.-And how far I ierc fr 7" uePenas on no one knowins r doins u You see that don't yc?eht we dida't 'agents S4 ght now w, of- e Have to." ""alc";l Jtitbe better if G 2 knew S? ttey wouIdn't foUow ettk head. "It's better Ple know p f l0ng " CertaiD t't h. G J is on my -traU they h . P'cious. And they'll or later." Vej il dangerous working ' taportan.. Miguel gakL I at the beginning." pun"., o fc I CARIBBEAN CONSPlRACYlli Anne hesitated. member of my family seems to be involved." he said qui- d.on 1 hide I wouldn't-" just your uncle," Anne said quickly as if his mclt didn.t mat. . iou don't think ther ..." your fa- His voice was a little unsteady. I hope not My father means very much to me. Go on." There were only a few cars In front of the Escambron when Mig. uel pulled in to the curb. As they got to the door a car coming along the road stopped so suddenly that it sounded as if the brakes had been torn from their linings with an anguished an-guished shriek. "The way you people here punish cars," Anne said without turning. Miguel looked back. The man at the wheel was not a Puerto Rican. He was Captain Peter Wilcox of the United States Army. He was sitting sit-ting there starng at them. Miguel hesitated for an instant, turned and followed Anne inside. After all, it was a Saxon who said whatever it was about love and war. Furthermore Further-more he had the sharp impresson that Captain Wilcox was drunk. Mr. Richard Taussig had never taken the doctrine of the Master Race particularly seriously, nor did he regard himself, per se, as an example ex-ample of it He was a realist and a business man, and his business was Empire, or rather the undermining of existing empires leading to their They slipped through the tunnel and out into the street destruction in the interests of what he referred to as World Order but thought of merely as New Empire for Old. He had spent too many years in too many ends and corners and crossroads of the world to think that any one nation was in itself superior to all others and especially ordained by God for world domination. domina-tion. He was, however, aware that the desire for world domination, exclusively ex-clusively and without regard for existing ex-isting concepts of law and ethic, and the acceptance of any and every ev-ery means to attain it were the most powerful weapons the human mind could forge.' A realist by nature, na-ture, he had become a cynic by necessity, and an eminently successful success-ful opportunist by scientific application applica-tion of whatever means came to hand. He did not object to men or governments who respected the virtues of honesty, tolerance and sincerity. sin-cerity. On the contrary, he preferred pre-ferred dealing with them, because they were always the slowest to recognize the Indian sign of the Double Cross, and by the time they did recognize it it was too late. On the other hand, and Mr. Taussig Taus-sig was thinking of it as he crossed the Granada lobby toward the newsstand, news-stand, they were unknown and frequently fre-quently unpredictable aspects, imponderables, im-ponderables, he called them, that had to be recognized and dealt with. Sometimes it took the form of the uoctir and unselfishness of a par- individual. More often, in w:- -noripnee. it was what he'd tried to warn Diego Gongaro about He had in fact won that morning. dered many times whether the emotional emo-tional equation, coming to with its attendant jealousy, wasu more trouble than it was help. Gra-SeSs Gra-SeSs rage against the girl had been a help, certainly, but Miguel Valera's PParen' ment with her was anything but Sg Wilcox's too. Wilcox fortu-naSy fortu-naSy wasn't particularly tapor-Ent tapor-Ent U he had. roving comnus-sionandwasinhi.owncounta7.it comnus-sionandwasinhi.owncounta7.it would be a horse of another , color As it was. his hands were tied, first by Army regulations and second by hTsmmarity with either the people peo-ple or the terrain. Miguel Valera was different He . .. far as Mr. Taussig could ? uch more useftj to uncle, slightly tarred by bis connection with the war in Spain. vi Perhaps be should have taken a chance and let Gongaro bring him to their meeting that night Gongaro was positive his nephew was in com-Plete com-Plete agreement with them. His de-voUon de-voUon to his father would make him ready to put Don Alvaro'a passive ideas into action if he could be shown the way. But Mr. Taussig wasn't so sure. It was the emotional equation cem-tog cem-tog in again. He'd seen him with Anne Heywood on the ship and seen them together in San Juan. He'd seen the look in Miguel's face. He'd seen it in other men's faces and knew what it meant Mr. Taussig bought a newspaper and made his way across the lobby to the desk to get his key. It was extraordinary, he was thinking, how Anne Heywood got in the way. Not only tangibly with Miguel and little Mrs. Porter, but intangibly too. The fact that she was at all serious about him was in effect a potential surveillance that he couldn't afford to risk. He stopped in front of the counter. The clerk put his hand up in the pigeon-hole numbered 110, and turned back. "No, she hasn't come in." The girl standing there hesitated, apparently reluctant to go. Mr. Taussig glanced her over with an appraising eye, wondering what she wanted with Miss Heywood. She was Puerto Rican, dark and fullblown full-blown at that brief attractive stage before avoirdupois and middle age set in at thirty. She was expensively expensive-ly dressed, almost too much so, and obviously nervous and ill at ease. She was also obviously determined. The clerk handed Mr. Taussig his key and two call slips, said "Good evening, sir," in English and turned back to the girl His attitude was interesting, Mr. Taussig thought It was as if be had to be polite to her but nevertheless wanted to get her out as quickly as possible. "You can leave a message for her," he said. "She's usually very late.". v The girl moved away without answering, an-swering, wandered over to the arcade ar-cade and sat down, looking around with a kind of moody defiance in her set face. She apparently had made up her mind to see the American girl and was not going to be stopped. "Who is that young lady?" Mr. Taussig inquired, with a slight frown as if he knew her very well but couldn't quite place her at the moment mo-ment .The clerk looked at him politely but blankly. "I don't know her name," he said, with exactly the effect ef-fect of saying "It's none of your business, sir." Mr. Taussig looked at the sups in his hand. Mrs. Russell Porter had called him at six-thirty. Mrs. R. Porter had called at eight-thirty and left her telephone number. There were two more slips for calls in his room that had been left earlier. It was working out very nicely, on the whole. Mr. Taussig glanced back at the girl by the door. She was sitting tight He looked at his watch. It was not quite ten, and this might be interesting. The girl obviously had something on her mind she intended gettinj off before she went away. On the other hand, time seemed to be important She kept looking nervously at the clock and comparing it with the gold watch pinned on her dress. Then she got up abruptly and went to the writing desk. Mr. Taussig Taus-sig watched her chewing the end of the pen, writing, crumpling up what she wrote and stuffing the paper pa-per into her bag. Suddenly, in something some-thing like despair, she threw the pen down and hurtled out without having hav-ing written anything. Mr. Taussig went slowly over to the arcade. She was going quickly down the drive. He saw, indistinctly indistinct-ly because of his short-range vision, that a car stopped for her to get in and went off toward Santurce, not San Juan. He went over to the elevator. There was something about the incident inci-dent that disturbed him without his being able to say exactly what it was. It was another of the intangibles intangi-bles that seemed to make action imperative, before they became tangibles tan-gibles to disrupt his plans. He walked slowly down the hall to his room. A letter that he had been writing in his bead from time to time since he talked to Gongaro in the morning was going through his mind again. It was very clear to him. Tomorrow night he would put it on paper for the morning Clipper. "My dear friend," the letter would say. "Thank you for the Guide Book to this beautiful and historic island. It has been interesting and invaluable. "Have you heard of the tragic thing that happened here today? A beautiful American girl. Miss Anne Heywood, met her death by a frightful fright-ful accident at the Central Valera. My efforts to save her very nearly resulted in the loss of my own life, which I should gladly have given to save hers. She and I were the guests of Senor Alvaro Valera on his sugar plantation outside of San Juan. Senor Se-nor Valera was not with us, only the foreman of the mill and Senor Diego Gongaro. Senorita Gongaro was also along, but she did not go through the plant with us. Thank God she was spared that" (TO BE CONTINUED) Kathleen Norris Says: Alleluia! Ben Syndicate WNU Feature. Home, family, work, gardens, books, lew for us. ' By KATHLEEN NORRIS EASTER has one element that makes it different ' from all the other great days of the year. It is the day on which we ought to remember that sorrow sor-row can change to joy, doubt can change to faith, fear can change to hope. Even more than Christmas, or any other feast, this is the day that takes into account all human pain and sin and darkness, and irradiates ir-radiates even the bleakest life with miraculous promise. The apostles were desolate, when the first Easter dawned. They had believed that they had found a Messiah, Mes-siah, as their scriptures had prom-ised, prom-ised, and that Messiah had been spit upon, laughed at, tortured, killed as a common liar and blasphemer. But more than any mere religious disillusionment and dismay, I think, must have been their bitter heartache heart-ache of loneliness. He had walked with them, shared food with them, opened to their simple minds and hearts new thoughts so beautiful, so Inspiring that their whole lives were changed. And new, suddenly, he was gone. Gone in an agony of pain and shame; despised, soon to be forgotten forgot-ten except by their broken hearts. They had been seeing him every day, making all their plans to fit those of the new friend, thrilled with expectation of what new marvels he would do today, what he would say. Now they could not find him. Death Wiped Out AU Hope. All blankness. Like the crash of a thunderbolt the end had come; the authorities had accused him of treason, trea-son, and with a fearful swiftness had wiped out all that friendliness, all that gentleness, all that hope. During the Saturday after his death hew dull the boats and the nets, the walks and the quiet, frightened fright-ened talks together must have beenl Nobody safe, nothing as it had been. Better far to forget him and his teaching. Only they couldn't forget for-get him. One wonders what these simple village felk would have thought if some voice from an undiscovered continent thousands of miles, away, after 2,000 years had passed, had said to them: "yes, and he never will be ' forgetten, Down through all the ages his name and his strange doctrine of humility and forgiveness will go ringing, and even though nations na-tions and men have not the courage always to obey the law he taught they will remember it they will return re-turn to it ever and over again." So that is what we have to remember remem-ber this Easter. Not that fearful things are going on in this world, but that back of them all is the old warfare between the law of evil and the law of God. Good Shall Prevail. Under this surface of horror lies the determination, strong in millions mil-lions of hearts, that good shall prevail; pre-vail; peace, safety, the right to enjoy en-joy the good simple things of life. Home, family, work, gardens, books, the love of children. These are God's law for us, and these must not be destroyed. A thousand million men and women are enlisted in the great struggle whose object is that all men shall be free to serve God and serve ri Tho sublime courage of our boju' th low children. These are God's THE INSPIRATION OF EASTER Amid the horror and cynicism cyni-cism e this global conflict, the glory of another Easter thines forth, radiating the only true hope of mankind for a lasting peace. The yearning in the hearts of millions of simple, kindly people for a chance to live their lives in tranquility, is more poignant than ever this year, yet prospects of a new and happier life are better bet-ter than they have been for many years. The conviction that the good shall prevail is having a rebirth re-birth all 'over the world. The ideals of freedom and justice are as bright this Easter as they ever were. It is in this faith and hope that we all bend to our wartime tasks to speed the day when peace will return to a tortured earth. their fellow men. And after this war is won we will see those Ideals being demonstrated as they never hav been since the beginning of th world. We see the beginnings ef them now. In the sublime courage of oui boys, their readiness to give theii lives that other lives shall be mori safe; in the miracles of science thai can lessen pain and defeat death itself; it-self; in the tons of food and clothes, blankets and medicines that crowd the ocean lanes with supply 6hips; in the eager workers in Red Crosi headquarters, canteens, charities, hospitals, scout drives, community chest drives, bond drives. There ii no woman worthy of the name ol American who has not her share, small or great in the colossal work of establishing peace and justice oc the earth. The miracle that could change the bewildered despair of the disciples' hearts into a very ecstasy of joj and hope, can happen again. It will take place when we grasp the trut meaning of Easter. This has beer exquisitely said in the lines I arc quoting; they were sent me as having hav-ing appeared anonymously in a magazine mag-azine called "The Pulpit" Does anyone any-one know who wrote them? Whenever there is silence arouno me By day or by night I am startled by a cry. It came from the cross The first time I beard it I went out and searched, ' And found a man in the throes of crucifixion. t And I said, "I will take you down." And I tried to take the nails out of his feet But be said, "Let them be. For I cannot be taken down Until every man, every woman, every child Come together to take me down." And I said, "But they cannot hear you cry. What can I do?" And be said, "Go about the world. Tell everyone that you meet There is a man on the cross." Air Corps WAVES to Serve As Information Officers For the first time, WAVE officers will be trained for duty as air combat com-bat information officers and are scheduled to enter at least two classes at the air combat information informa-tion training school, naval air station, sta-tion, Quonset Point, R. 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