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Show Page BEAK RIVEH VALLEY S i x- - LEADER. Tremcnton. Utah- - -- Thursday, November 15 J irsda of Miss Marjorie Gunnel! ' recovering from po!!0 recovered sufficiently to bt ed to leave the huepitj day. V " Kit AN SANCTUM MYSTERY INMER ACC Aimv Ukflhu rui ni Anan cTunnni'. J Ml It I It U Hnriii I THE STORY THUS FAR: U. Andy Hake, Operations, wai Joined by his e rile, Arab, who started to work for la Washington. She secured a room at a bouse on "Q" street, run by Keaee, whom Andy recognized as a flrl ha had known in Paris. He cot Into a gbt with Joey, one of the roomers, who was knocked out by "his boss," Jones, who lived next door. Arab found out that the bouse was being used by German agents. While looking over the ground ne night, Andy heard Renee scream. He ran to the back of the bouse and was attacked by Jones, who was stopped by Renee. He was introduced to Andy as Mr. Jones. Andy decided to search Jones' home. Ord-ant- wtw 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 a!one 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 print ory flashed me that with Fujiyama in the background and a fat, deadly Jap wrestler hunching forward in the foreground. It was no use lying there. I couldn't hope for outside help. In this neighborhood of big estates a distant shot would pass as a car I got up, grabbed anbackfiring. other straight chair, ran quietly into the black hall and heaved the chair rice-pape- CHAPTER VII The files went back five years. Until Pearl Harbor the letters were violently isolationist. Nothing wrong with that, in itself. No matter how wrong the isolationists may have been, plenty of them were sincere and patriotic. They had believed that the lion could lie down with the lamb. But the man who wrote these letters hadn't been sincere. He bad written them in this room, as one on evidence by a the desk. He had read Haushofer nd Clausewitz and Mahan and Ho mer Lea and had still written isolationist stuff. He had been playing his dear subscribers for suckers. The desk was locked. I didn't feel like breaking it, and some more I rummaged laws, wide open. through the wastebasket, and found crumpled sheet of paper on which bad been written: BETTY I hope I can make it but we've been working late a lot of nights. Genevieve It's a wonder to me that trains don't 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 Then some my billfold, anyway. bits of paper on the floor near the window caught my attention. Plain Mr. Jones had torn up a newspaper clipping, violently, s 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, all Germany's troubles would be ever. He had put In a plug for generals and admirals, even mentioning by name Admiral Canaris of German Naval Intelligence. They'd have won the war by now, the commentator said, fcut for Himmler's bungling. The room had been a small gold mine, although it hadn't give up its most important secret. This was the room in which Paula Thompson had seen something curious a week go. 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 Ger-many- 's old-scho- oak. stared out into the darkness, and then little cakes of Ice began break1 ing away from my spine and drift-fa- g 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 wouldn't scream a warning. It would Just be a broken stick, not a broken neck. The booby trap was about to he 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. 1 didn't think anything out My lingers hooked around a straight chair and slammed it at the window. It went through in a crashing spray of glass. I stuck my head fa 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 no have marked the plaster. My wild career had ended in the I hugged the floor and d 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 fey a window on the side away from the Fielding house. But if he were study. won-dere- 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 didn't 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 haU. He might already be 'nLNKH trill fkii Iwi f J' ukcj lTOtli Marine ............. t I, yanked the flashlight from my pocket and swept its beam around the room. The 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 didn't 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. Caesar's head exploded into fragments. It hadn't 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 snapped, "Drop it fast!" And, by the time I began wondering whether the speaker had meant my flashlight, the fat man's 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 man's glasses. The lenses bent the light, refracted it, as if made of flawed quartz. He didn't 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 A hand scooped up the revolver. hand with slender fingers. A girl's hand. It must have been Arab who had spoken to me. She tugged at me, and we backed through the door. I was catching up with events now. I kept the flashlight aimed back into the room. The fat man didn't move; only the flat disks of his glasses turned, look ing into the light. Arab shook me. "Andy," she whispered, ''can you run?" "Run? Run?" I rattled my head from side to side. The dizziness shook together in one corner under my right temple. The spot began to hurt, but it was all to the good. The pain was like sniffing ammonia. "I'm 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 wouldn't 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 It is regretted that no action can be taken at the present time." "You stop that Andy Blake," she It was a nice night for a prowl. flared. "What does a girl have to upstairs. I might be the one to do nowadays to get a pass made at make a noise, and he might be the her flash a gun?" one waiting. I papered myself to get you back to that "We've got against a wall of the study and lost interest in being the life of the picnic. You need to be fitted with either an alibi or armor plate." party. "Andy, don't I mean anything to I stood quite still and felt out on you any more?" both sides for a weapon. My fingers "I don't know. I've got to think touched something, explored it then out." leaped away as if scorched. The things "I do, Andy, I fcnow I do! Or you a been head. had bald something For a moment I couldn't budge. wouldn't be taking such care of me. Then I got tough with myself. Plain Like tonight and that time you got Sadie to shorten my white raincoat Mr. Jones wouldn't have waited paShe told me about it. Why did you tickled I his head. while And tiently to all that trouble if . . . if . . ." he couldn't have shrunk so much in go "I'm just trying to save the War I for the felt height. object again, located the bald head, and found a Department a good secretary." "I don't want to talk about secreseries of scallops circling it. It was bust of Caesar. taries," she wailed. "Why are we the All I I slid my hand down to Caesar's talking about secretaries? wanted was for you to kiss me and neck. The bust was heavy but manageable. I crouched, held the bust you talk about secretaries and I'm up and to the right away from my all mixed up!" She tucked her head body, and crept out from the walL down on my arm and began to cry. I patted her head. Her hair felt If I had estimated the fat man's warm and crinkly. "You're just upI would beposition correctly pass set by this mess tonight" I mumtween him and the dull gray rectangle of one of the windows. The bled. "You think I kept you out of bust ought to make a nice silhou- some grief and you're grateful ette. I moved two steps, three, four, and- -" "I am not grateful! I'm not gratefive Everything happened at once. The ful to you for anything except lovbust of Caesar twisted out of my ing me and now you don't any more. grasp and a shock. numbed my arm And you might just as well stop lookand the fat man screamed. He had ing after me because I don't care mistaken Caesar for me, as I had what happens." She sat up and hoped. He had leaped and clipped pounded my arm with her fists. "If it with the edge of his palm. My I don't mean anything to you, what arm tingled as if he had used a are you going around saving me baseball bat. I reached out, touched for?" I couldn't help it I growled, bulk, ripped hooks into him. "For Joey Raeder." Then I caught it. A blow slashed She took a short quivering breath across my right temple and sent and held it and stared at me. "Oh, sparks Dickering through my head. darling," she said, "you haven't It spun me around. I fought for been worrying about him!" balance like a drunk trying to stand "I couldn't help it. I tried to in a canoe. I stumbled toward the tell myself you were only stringing spot where the door ought to be, and him along to pump him for news, rammed into a wall. I got panicky. but it didn't work. Not after you I was lost I couldn't locate the didn't tell me about those dates." door or windows or the fat man. I (TO BE CONTINUED laurel-wreathe- serge-covere- d d d. on November 10 celebrate their 170th an- v t A Primary officers - .K; '4 1 Fan mi I be held Friday evening at ts'.1 niversary. Since 1775 the leathernecks have fought in America's wars and carried the flag to every corner of the world. Photo shows two marines assisting a wounded leatherneck during righting at Iwo Jima Soon after landing the Fifth marines had the situation well in hand, as was true in their island from island hops. - Lv one-hande- twenty-secon- Mr. and Mrs. Vyrle V- Anniversary Tuesday for a trip to California, where they The U. S. marines with friends and relatives ' of Mrs. Verda Nesscn in ho Mrs. Edith Wood and Priel Bair, former officers y organization. Relief Society ' IT ' conference held in the Howell ward $ Special visitors and speakers Mr. and Mrs. A. L. Coot 0 visitors were Mr. and Mrs ' Fallows who has recently released from the army and and Mrs. Royal Peterson, of Mrs. Pearl Hansen of p ' C FOR J1 HOWELL PENROSE Mr. and Mrs. Preston Petersen and daughter Linda visited in Plymouth Sunday with Mrs. Pet' ersen's grandmother, Mrs. A. L. iiosc and other relatives. Mr. and Mrs. Willard Johnsen of Salt Lake visited this weekend with Mrs. Johnsens parents, Mr. and Mrs. George L. Miller. Lt. and Mrs. Richard Butler returned Thursday from Luke Field, Arizona. He reported Tuesday to Hill Field. A. L. Nelsen of Brigham visited Thursd;iv with G. L. Miller. The Misses Carina and Oleta Miller spent the weekend with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Miller. Mr. Miller took them back to Brigham Monday. Mr. and Mrs. Leonard M. Pet' ersen and Mrs. Fred W. Petersen visited in Brigham Saturday with Mrs. Scott A Petersen and son, Allen Lee. Mrs. Arden Johansen, returned with them to spend the weekend with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fred W. Petersen. Mr. and Mrs. Sid Petersen of Brigham visited Wednesday with Mr. and Mrs. Jack Leak and family. Their daughter Linda returned home with them after having visited with the Leaks for the past week. Mr. and Mrs. Kay Shuman spent the week end with his parents Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Shuman. Miss Lorna Shuman entertained a group of friends Sunday afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Bealik of Oregon arrived Wednesday evening to attend the funeral of her Father. They left Saturday to return to their home. Mr. and Mrs. Ersol Berchtold spent several days last week with his father Joseph Berchtold, who died in Brigham Monday morning. We wish to express our sympathy to the families of Mr. Berchtold and Mr. Granger. Cleaner and Purifier Mr. and Mrs. Royal Peterson of Perry and Mr. and Mrs. Earl Fallows were Sunday guests at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Leland SALES and Air SERVICE Call Hansen. i ' ! s Mr. and Mrs. Preston Anderson were Sunday guests at the home of Mr. and Mrs. L. B. Gun-nel- l of Ogden A family dinner was held in honor of the birthday RONALD HALES Phone 32 R2 Highest Prices in the valley paid for your Pi fl HERE ABOUT DECEMBER 1st A CARLOAD OF COTTON CAKE PELLETS AND PELLETS SOY-BEA- N o See Us ROLLING - for Custom GRINDING - CLEANING ERVIN STOHL Wholesale and Retail Member Federal Warehouse System Phone 41 Tremonton RIVERSIDE The Relief Society held a al program i speci- and bazaar Tuesday. A large crowd was in attendance. Capt. Burl Hermanson was the speaker at the Sunday evening services. Mrs. Elaine Scothern returned last week from San Diego, where she had qone in the hopes of seeing her husband before he sailed. Mrs. Louisa Bigler is visiting with relatives in Kaysville this week. Capf. Lawrence Davis went to Provo the latter part of the week. His wife and baby are there with Mr. and Mrs. Ross Buckley, parents of Mrs. Davis. Mrs. E. W. 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