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Show Page Six- - -- RIVER VALLEY LEADER. BEAR Thursday, November Tremcnton. Utah- was The time m f WhM Over But th x. f. a X f ! Richard Powel- lAN IKINeR STARRING ARAB THE STOIIY THUS FAR: Lt. Andy Blake, Operations, was Joined by his wife, Arab, who started to work for Ordnance ta Washington. She secured a room at a house on "Q" street, run by Rente, whom Aady recognized as a girl he had known hi Paris. Andy decided to search the where he found a Jones house, near-by- , clipping service and other papers that aowed a spy ring operation. Be looked Hi the window and saw Arab coming toward the house. Breaking a window and calling out, he gave himself away, hat believed he might save her. Jones started firing. After hiding from each ther, Andy was saved when Arab put a (on In Jones' back. CHAPTER VIII "We've got to be sensible," I "You have to show up groaned. gain at that picnic. What about Joey? Won't he be suspicious about where you've been?" "He tried to teach me a lesson by wandering off with another girl. That worked out nicely. Because I'd arranged ahead of time for a taxi to wait near the picnic until I could slip away. So when Joey started to teach me a lesson, I zipped off to the taxi and had him rush me to as close as I dared go to the house." "What system do you use on Washington taxi drivers? Ordinarily they don't wait five minutes for a Senator, let alone a CAF two." "I paid him ten dollars ahead of time, Andy. And promised him ten more afterward." "Forgive me for asking, but do we still have a joint bank account? bank acOr is it an count?" "It's . . . It's sort of going around in a splint." Well, let's get you back. There's no reason why I can't show p too. I had an invitation." But not in "Oh, swell, Andy! tlsose clothes." "Gosh, I forgot I'm not in uniform. All my things are on the back ledge." I finished dressing and we drove eut Rock Creek Parkway while I report, gave her a Irom the moment I walked angrily out of her room two nights earlier to the moment when I smashed the fat man's window. When I completed the report, Arab out-of-joi- nt SANCTUM BLAKE. "What makes you think I was digging, Andy?" "They fix up a picnic to see who will want to snoop through the house when it's deserted. They must have suspected somebody of wanting to snoop. And why? Because someThree body had been snooping. guesses who." "I didn't snoop much. Just a quick look around whenever I had a chance. I must have left things out of order in Joey's or Mrs. Fielding's room. But I really didn't learn much. I saw a letter in Mrs. Fielding's room. It was in French and mine is awfully rusty but I got the idea that she has some folks still living in Brittany." "What does that prove?" "It proves that Plain Mr. Jones can threaten her with something awful happening to her people if she doesn't obey orders." I muttered, "I can't believe that she's mixed up in this racket." "I know, darling. Men never do like to believe anything very bad about a pretty woman. But if she isn't in on this racket, why does she let Joey stay?" "To tend the furnace and so on." "Piffle. Yesterday morning I overheard them scrapping. Mrs. Fielding ordered Joey from the house and he just laughed. And I didn't give you all the details about my first interview with her, when I came to see about renting the room. If I'd told you at the time, you'd have said I dreamed it. We talked a long time about my background and all . . . "Uh-hu- round-by-roun- aid, d "It's wonderful! You've found on like out ever so much! If you go this they'll be putting you in Counter-intellig- ence." "If I go on like this they'll be putting me in Arlington National Cemetery. And what I've found out doesn't add up to anything." "Oh, but it does! We know that Plain Mr. Jones Is an Axis agent. He wrote an isolationist news letter when he knew what the real score was. He clips military news, under the cover of a legitimate clipping bureau, and sends it to Germany. Be has a hold over your Renee Fielding and makes her do some of the dirty work. He employs Joey Saeder in the clipping bureau, and Joey coaxes his girl friends to talk ut of turn. I'll bet what Paula Thompson saw, the night she was kidnaped, was your fat man and Joey cooking up something. And she was afraid to phone the police front the house because, with Joey involved, she couldn't trust anybody k the house. What do you think of that?" She sighed, "Now what do we do?" "Me, I march up to Colonel Parker' desk tomorrow and tell all." Oh, Andy, that's awful stodgy of We were doing so nicely." "Get this," I said. "The war Is ot billed as Arab versus Axis. Lots mt other people feel they own a piece you. of it, too. If Plain Mr. Jones really does croon himself to sleep with the Horst Wessel March, a couple of people at the War Department are gonna want in on it." "Sometimes," Arab said, smiling, ! really think I've fixed things so you've stopped taking the war for granted. And I didn't mean to keep everything to ourselves. It's Just that I'm afraid somebody will tell me I've been a bright little girl but now run along and don't bother your little head about what happens next And I want to help!" "You can start helping right this minute." "Honestly? How?" "By coming clean with me." "Andy, darling, you don't think Tm holding out anything!" "I know it. I've told you everything and you haven't told me anything.' What have you found out?" "Almost nothing, Andy, really. The first night Joey and I had some hamburgers at a Hot Shoppe. Last ight we went dancing some place on the road to Baltimore. Joey was curious about what I do In the War Department, but that was all." "Where does he get his black mar- ket gasoline?" She looked at me admiringly, and aid, "I forgot about that. At a little tumbledown country garage, a few miles past the District line on a side road off the highway to Baltimore. I wrote down directions how to get there. I counted each time the gas pump went ping and there were tweSve pings, so Joey got twelve gallons. But the garage man didn't take any tickets from Joey's A book. Ifow did you know Joey got black market gas?" his 'I checked speedometer against the mileage the last time his oil mi changed; and found he was getting five hundred miles a week on A book. Now left hear what you dug up In the Fielding house." HOWELL ShOOttflCT MYSTERY ANDY playing were Edith Wood and Cleon Forsgrcn. Low score winners were Jerald Munk and Mary Hyden. A very xvir. ana jvirs. ivi. . , time was had by all. flamliters, Naone, Marlcne anu enoyable Kirs. LaPriel Bair reports that son Glade lett Friday tor Kansas City to attend the wedding her husband Rdm c Mearl K. of Reese B. Mason, which took Bair, who is stationed at Hono21. Reese lulu, Hawaii, enjoys his work very place Wednesday, Nov. under much. Besides his regular duties, school dental is attending Kansas at City. Mearl is taking a class in typing the navy program of and also with the help of another Gunnell B. L. Mr. and Mrs. How-el- f Mormon in been missionary who served in visiting Ogden have with their daughter Mrs. Pres- Argentina, is conducting a class in the Spanish language. They ton Anderson. enrolled. The have fifty-twnow The people of Howell were de- class is held at the Pearl Harbor Gunlighted by a visit from Karl naval base, two nights a week. Arizona. of wife Mesa, and nell Mearl doesn't expect to be home Karl is serving in the navy and to see his new son until in May. is stationed at Phoenix, Arizona Mr. and Mrs. Orland Hess had at present. dintheir guests this week, Mr. and as and family A Thanksgiving home oi Don Hess of Garland. Mrs. the at ner was enjoyed Fackrell. H. I. Mrs. and Mr. Mr. and Mrs. Marcele Olscn Special guests were Mr. and Mrs. were Logan visitors Tuesday. Melvin Grover, Mr and Mrs. Chester Stokes, Mrs. Betty Fackrell and also relatives from Logan, Utah. A primary-- officers party was held Friday at the home of Presi-- ! dent Mrs. James E. Nessen, .m! . c. Petersen left Tuesday for honor of the officers released; Mrs wheie he will visit with Jean Anderson, Mrs. Edith Wood Qwen gon anj wife Cpi Qwen and Mrs. LaPriel Bair. been discharged and h;,s Srccr.il cuests were Bishop and cause of the illness of Mrs. Mrs. Munk and Mr. and Mrs. peterscn has delayed his return Elmer P. Sorcnsen. Other officers home and their partners present were, The Relief Society Bazaar held Mr. and Mrs. Jerald Munk, Mr. last B. Mr, Francis Friday night in the ward rec Gunnell, and Mr:, Mrs.- - Cleon Forsgren, Mr. and reation hall was a grand success and Mrs. Earl Wood, Mr. and from every angle The Victory DCakin Chorus, under the direction of M?' RHden Wuthrich was greatly Adelfcious turkey supper was! f joyed and the readings given by -- features ' u f 3-- Nobody spoke for a minute. I retired to a corner and wished that the QMC would put out a camouflage outfit for junior officers assigned to The Pentagon. Finally a discussion started. "Ve-r- spent Bunco. High score winners interesting." "What do you make of it?" "Not much to go on, is there?" "You can take it up bit by bit and it's quite legal" "Yes, there's no law against clipping items from newspapers." "Those two scraps of conversation could be anything. They don't mean a thing by themselves." "What do you know about this man Jones?" "Just that he runs a clipping bureau and writes a confidential news letter and used to say it wasn't our war." "He can clip all the news he wants and be within his rights. The question is, is he sending it out of the country? That's the point to check." "Right. Now about the missing girl. We can look into that. How long will it take. Major?" "Hard to say, sir. We haven't much to go on. Just a name. A y week. Two weeks." "And about this Joey Raeder and Mrs. Fielding. It won't hurt to look up their history. Apparently he was in the Spanish fighting, and she came over from France within the past few years. The State Department may have some ideas. Well, Major . . ." "My pigeon, sir?" "Yes. And a delicate pigeon. Gentle handling. Lieutenant!" That meant . me. "Sir?" I squeaked. "Lieutenant you will refrain from any further independent investigation of this matter. If you observe anything of Interest, report it to your commanding officer. That's all." Later in the day I managed to get time for a beverage bar date with Arab. I told her that there was nothing to the spy angle, that an investigation would be made into the Paula Thompson case, and that I would be held responsible if she didn't limit her future war work to butchering carbon paper. I hinted that, if she didn't, the War Depart ment would authorize the expenditure, on First Lieutenant Andrew Blake, of eight rounds of ammunition, ball, .30. She was very docile about it, which should have warned me, but didn't. The echoes of the war were louder, though. My theater was starting to crowd the cables and the shortwave channels. The Luftwaffe had given up trying to bomb Malta into sand, and the RAF was striking back. On the twenty-thir- d they plastered Genoa and Turin. And, the next day, Montgomery's Eighth Army began swinging punches from its shoelaces at the El Alameln line o ELW00D cfo, , j : j j Wer 21 194; Mrs. Nelsen ofSalt Lake (V were received with fits of lau..' anu c'iviiuia attention. Mr. and Mrs. David Johnson 0r Salt Lake City and their daughrJ. Mrs. Nelson and son were tnJ. 3t the home of Mr. and Mrs. Re inald Hunsaker last week end Earl Petersen spent the we, end in Buhl, Idaho, where he v. the guest of Mr. and Mrs. N R. Hunt and Mr. and Mrs. J. A jen. sen He motored there with Klr and Mrs. R. T Petersen of Perry A group of neighbors and friends gathered at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Sam Mortensen last Thursday where they spent a very enjoyable evening. Mr. and Mrs Mortensen expect to go to Cali fornia in the very near future to spend the winter. Mrs. Mortensen has not been too well and she hopes the warmer climate will improve her health. Mr. and Mrs. M. W. Hansen accompanied their son Neil and wife to California last Friday. Keil has recently received his discharge from the army. If Neil is able to find work, he may stay m the coast area. Sunday night, Era director L C. Petersen conducted a very teresting meeting. Two discharged servicemen, Farrell Munns and Marvin Barfuss were the speak' ers. Moroni Ward and Mrs. Oscar Strand sang two duets "My Own United States" and "Prayer Perfect." They were accompanied by Mrs. Faun Quiney. The program was very interesting and in- - d, There's a Wodd of Warmth in Every DUNDEE C OAT YES - you men will find j f ,y - J Warm Values in every DUNDEE article of clothing. ? I' ' ' ' '- - o suit: in Egypt. Everyone had known that Montgomery was going to attack. The Germans knew it as well as anyone. But what they didn't know was when and on what sector and in what strength. The Afrika Korps sagged Ber hands patted me as lovingly a little, counterattacked, and then for days the infantry and guns as if I were a new spring hat. slugged It out. The sullen masses of and she wasn't just making sure I'd Axis and British armor hung back, fit in. She was making sure I had waiting for a an important job at the War DepartSomething was cooking. You could ment." feel the tension building up like "You'll have to get more proof steam pressure around The Pentathan that," I grumbled. "Did you gon. Nobody said anything, but find out anything else?" there were signs. Quickened steps. "That's all." Grimmer faces. The crackle of "Cross your heart?" questions at War Room shows. Of t - - - ! 29.50 fo 39.50 break-throug- "And hope to die, honest" It was not much after ten by the time we parked the car and strolled to the scene of the picnic. Arab had been away only a little more than an hour. Long before this the picnic had broken up into couples. They were rambling all over the place; nobody could have kept track of each individual. Joey was still missing with the girl who was supposed to maka Arab jealous. Arab's disappearance hadn't been noted; her return, with me, brought no comments. We only stayed long enough to nail down a sort of alibi It didn't have Plain Mr, Jones to be perfect. couldn't identify the prowlers who had sprung his booby trap. Any one of a dozen members of the picnic group might have been guilty, to say nothing of outsiders. The first thing the next morning I briefed Colonel Parker on everything which had happened. When I finished, he said, "Your wife certainly can stir things up, can't she!" He thought for a mo"We could use ment, then adde another secretary. Maybe if we spread this story around Ordnance, they'd get scared and release her to us, hmmm?" "I doubt It ir." "Um. Ye.s. Explosives don't bother those people, of course. Well, all this is out of my field. Let's take lt somewhere else." I told the story again, and spread my scraps of evidence out: the clipping about Corporal Bill Dwight't Armored Division, the torn newspaper column about the secret German radio station, and the paper with the scribbled lines reading: Betty I hope I can make it but we've been working late a lot of nights. Genevieve It's a wonder to mt that trains don't get even more crowded these days, but maybe people are learning to stay home. course I thought things were cooking for North Africa, but that was just because It was my theater. Everybody, from Commanding General to the newest dogface, always thinks his theater most important. When I looked at the situation in other parts of the world I realized that we could be getting ready to sock the Axis almost anywhere. And Arab turned into a task force. The fireworks started because I One of my found an apartment friends got his orders for overseas duty and I was the first to wish him luck in one breath and ask for his apartment in the next. I laid claim to It sight unseen, and we called up his landlord and closed the deal. The apartment would be mine In a week. I had lunch with Arab and told her. She didn't seem pleased. "It means leaving the house on Q Street," she explained. "You don't like the place, do you?" "I hate lt, but I'll be walking out on a Job. A job that needs doing." "Talk English, will you?" "I am talking English, and you know what about! A clean-u- p job needs to be done there. You can smell Hitler's New Oder all over the place. But you and the big brains here In The Pentagon have decided that there Isn't any spy angle. And so nobody's allowed to fumigate the place." We argued for fifteen minutes. I kept telling her that she was imagining things, and all I succeeded In doing was making her furious. Only one thing would have done any good: to tell her that the spy angle was being carefully investigated. And I was under orders not to tell her that. 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