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Show f& GEOW ?. WORTS -sSSlPaBi! VY.N U. RELEASE '--,-r::3;3M to know! Where are Mr. Stromberg and Mr. Lanning?" "In Honolulu In custody." Steve nswered. "I law them a couple of days ago. They are still a little bitter at the way you outsmarted them on one point after another all night long and held them until the U. S. Navy arrived.' But they believe be-lieve In putting credit where It belong. be-long. They admire you tremendously. tremen-dously. They ipoke of you o flatteringly flat-teringly that my ears burned for you." "What will happen to them?" Steve shrugged. "The case is out of my hands and I can now return to my Job at Pearl Harbor. I do not like Naval Intelligence and I hope I will never be assigned to It again." "There Is one thing I am very curious to know," Zorie said. "Does this magical radio device that all this excitement was ahnut thi JV. that you are an unusually clear-minded, clear-minded, judicious young woman. He is, for example, determined to keep my brother in the doghouse for certain cer-tain careless things he said on the historic night of the dinner party." "Where he belongs!" the admiral said belligerently. "Well," said Steve, "I argue that the admiral was throwing his weight around too freely when he dragged Paul out here. I also argue that the admiral is making a pest of himself in popping In on all his grandchildren grandchil-dren the way he does and trying to run their lives." . "But it's good for them!" the admiral ad-miral cried. "It keeps them on their toes!" "One moment. Admiral." Steve i said firmly. "Court is now in ses-'j ion and you are out of order." i The admiral'! white hair stirred in the soft sea breeze. His china-blue THE STORY THI S FAR: Zorla Coray, who la la lovt with Paul Duncan, agrees to Bflp edit the memoirs of hli grand-father, grand-father, Admiral Duncan. Aboard ship koand lor Hawaii she It thrown ever-Board ever-Board by enemy asents, but Is rescued. A fur landing at Oaho, Paul and Zorls overhear Paul's brother, Steve, with whom tori Is Infatuated, plotting agalnal the V. I. with Lanning. Believing Iteva to be la danger, Zorle trlea to reaeua him, but Is captured by Lanning and driven Into the mountains. Ilia la told ah muit die. Pierre arrlvea at 'the cabin and wanU Zorla killed, lie elalma that Steva Is dead. Stromberg, another spy, arrives, ar-rives, and Zorla tries to hold the group anUl help arrlvea. CHAPTER XIX She staggered out of the door which the three struggling men had crashed open. She crossed a little porch and walked down a ctep into the yard. She stopped beside a stunted tree. cj" wtis aiuwiiijt wiin uriermina tion. His Jaw was more prominent than usual "Now, look here, my dear" he ' began with his amazing vigor. "It's no use, Admiral," Zorie said. "If you really want my opinion-Steve opinion-Steve Is right" "But Paul needs a lesson!" the admiral shrilled. "He needs the ,' healthy, wholesome kind of outdoor work he'll get on a plantation. Fur- . thermore " ' "Admiral," Zorle stopped him, "you don't understand Paul. He belongs be-longs where books are?. Let him go back to EUeryton." . "And lose you?" the admiral j yelped. 419 really exist?" "That," Steve gently answered, "I consider a military secret not to be entrusted to the mercy of an Innocent Inno-cent young girl." "I will try." Zorle said, "to blush with maidenly modest shame for asking the question. There's another anoth-er thing that's puzzled me. I'm granting, of course, that you are bright." "Next to being a genius," Steve said, "comes the ability to recognize It." "The historic night I met you in the rain by the trash basket, you thought for a moment that I was Anna Boland." "WeaVr" said Steve Pierre was standing less than a yard away from the two fighting men. The revolver was raised. He was waiting his chance to shoot Steve without hitting Wlnthrop Lanning. Lan-ning. Zorle remembered her father's saying, "Hold your breath when you pull the trigger." She drew a deep breath. The air was cool and sweet with the early morning fragrance of Chinese jasmine. She aimed the pistol at Pierre's head. She held the trigger back. The explosions almost kicked the pistol out of her hand . . . But she did not once blink. Pierre spun about. The revolver dropped from his hand. He pitched forward into the mud. , "But rm staying here to help you with your book." "But you're marrying Paull" Zorle looked Quickly from his seamed red face to Steve's big brown one. She sat forward In her chair. "Hasn't Paul told youT We agreed the other night we are completely wrong for each other. Our engagement engage-ment is broken. In fact, Paul broke it himself." "This," Steve said lazily, "is very interesting. I don't know when I've heard anything so Interesting." "Our ten minutes are up," said "Later, when the admiral decided to take me along, you must have realized that my presence might jeopardize your plans." "I gave it some thought," Steve sdmitted. "While I was waiting outside out-side your Aunt Hannah's, I tried to look at It as my war-muddled friends would look at it I reasoned that they knew Anna Boland had been shot in Berlin, that it would be very easy to check up on you, and that they would realize that. If I were double-crossing them, I wouldn't be One of Steve's muddy fists struck Mr. Lanning in the mouth. She saw Mr. Lanning sag to his knees with his hands covering his mouth. All of the strength left Zorie. The pistol slipped out of her hand and she sat down in the mud. Then Steve's strange, rumbling voice said, "Baby, we did it!" She put her hands to her face. She felt sick and confused. Her hands and her feet were throbbing with pain. Steve was trying to lift dumb enough to associate openly with Anna Boland . . . Will you please tell me why you brought along that thesis on the re-tooling of the Waffenfabrik Krupp . planC -1 honestly think it was that harmless piece of literature that tipped the scales." "Your grandfather," Zorie answered, an-swered, "was standing over me while I packed. We were trying to catch a plane. Remember? I grabbed everything in sight. I happened hap-pened to grab that" "But why had you saved it?" "You wouldn't understand," Zorie answered. "Only a girl who has copied dozens of theses ajid knpws how badly most engineers spell and punctuate would understand . . . There is another question, Steve . . : Pierre" "I am so sorry," Steve gravely stopped her, "to have Jo tell you that that gallant fellow died of lead the admiral "Admiral," said Steve, "win you kindly tell that nurse that I've got to have five minutes alone with her patient?" - - "She won't like it," said the admiral ad-miral "She will love it" Zorie assured him. The admiral trotted out Steve pulled a chair across the lanai so that it was close to Zorie's and facing fac-ing her. He sat down, bent forward, for-ward, and looked at her. His blue eyes were very serious. He took her hands. Zorie's heart was beating rapidly. She, was reasonably .certain that, in a very short time, she would be in this man's arms. Something In his manner made it seem imminent She recalled a night on the Pacific when she had stood beside Steve at the rail and watched the moon come up. Amber had crossed the deck her up, but she was too weak to help. . Steve sat her down in a chair on the little porch. She saw him at- tending to Mr. Lanning. Steve had found some pieces of rope. He tied Mr. Lanning's hands together, then he tied his ankles together, just as Mr. Lanning had tied hers, in the .garage at Uluwehl. And she wondered won-dered what after all he'd been through, was keeping Steve alive. She heard Steve talking, in his Strange, throaty voice to Basil Stromberg. She heard Steve say he was spry he had shot Mr. Stromberg Strom-berg in the shoulder. ' "I Intended," Steve said, "to shoot you In the head." " ' ' ' " She heard' other voices, and thought she was imagining them the sharp, thin voice of the admiral, and the excited voice of PauL It was, Zorle decided a moment before be-fore she slid out of the chair un- poisoning." During these long white nights, she had wondered so often if Pierre had died. Now that she knew, she could face It as a moral issuer. She, Zorie Corey, had deliberately shot and killed manl But now that she knew, she experienced no sense of guilt. The fact was chilling, but it left ber with no regrets. "If you don't mind," Steve was saying, "there are some things my grandfather wants to consult you about." The Book?" Zorie asked. "No. The admiral has somehow -acquired the notion perhaps from the 'recent front page headlines in which you have figured so prettily ' s ; and said, in ner assured way, "Steve! When are you going to ask me for a dance?" At that time, as Zorie recalled it, she had reflected withjitterness that she wouldn't have the courage to ask a man to dance with her If she lived to be hundred. "Steve," she said, "I love you. I wonder if you love me." "Zorie.'ySteve answered, bending close,;i'l'nave been in love with you from the night I met you in the rain." Zorie got up. "Steve," she said, . "if there is anything I can say or do to encourage you, don't hesitate to ask for my co-operation." THE END . i conscious, very ironical. She had bled so desperately to detain Mr. Stromberg until Paul and the ad-Iniral ad-Iniral arrived. And here they were! The days were difficult, especially the first ones, but it was the nights that Zorie really dreaded. Every bight, even with her bedside lamp on, all the things she wanted to forget for-get kept coming back and living themselves all over again, so that. In spite of sleeping capsules, she could not sleep. A morning came when Zorfe felt amazingly better. She had had a good night, fairly free from disturbing disturb-ing Images. She ate a big breakfast break-fast and she asked the nurse if she couldn't get dressed and sit out in the sunlight on the little lanai that adjoined her bedroom. "Can I see some people?" Zorie asked. "I would love to see some people." ? "What people would you' love to see?" her nurse asked. "I would love to see Lieutenant : Duncan." Steve came out onto the lanai but he was not alone. The admiral trotted trot-ted along beside him. Steve wore white slacks and a faded fad-ed blue cotton polo shirt against which his musoular darkness was striking. Ha bore surprisingy few evidences of that battle to the death almost to the death-rin the mud at Kokee. fThere was a small swelling swell-ing above his right eye, a healing scratch on his chflt "That Was about all. He was as splendid as usual, a' 1 the moment she saw him, that old feeling came over Zorie. His blue eyes were sparkling. He carried a ginger flower lei in one hand. He bent over and looped it about her"neck. "With the compliments." he said in his deep, lazy voice, "of the Democratic Administration, ,the cheering populace, and the entire United States Navy with especial gratitude from my chief in Honolulu." Hono-lulu." " The admiral said excitedly, "But how are you. my dear?", "PracticaUy recovered, thank - you." -. r "We've been very anxious about you and very anxious to see you." "The nurse," Steve reminded him, "said ten minutes, and not to excite her." "But ten minutes won't begin to be long enough!" Zorie protested. "There are so many things I want |