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beach, and "I1l give you the works"
 There was no reply. The plane, its forward way almost lost, was inching steadily toward the shore. The water was now up to Jerry's waist.
 Throw your machine gun over board!" The detectives voice car ried far across the still water. T, want to hear it splash"
 Still that erie silence hung ov- CT everything Jerry welt a jingle run through every nerve end. The air seemed full of static electricity, like the breathless moment between sharp flash of lightning and the resultant clap of thunder. He pushed ahead through the water then, all restraint gone, plunged forward and began to swim with powerful crawl stroke. Some where in that drifting black ship Lucci should not have her. Once he put his two hands on that guy wire nothing in the world could break his hold. A dozen more feet and he'd be able to chamber aboard. They had machine-guns and automatics, but he did not care
 A vivid sheet of flame from the amphibian's bow split the dark ness over his head. It was in- stantly reflected in a stabbing fire from the shore. The air seemed filled with twanging bullets and the sound of cracking wood. The reverberations from the machine gun fire died away into silence, utter and absolute.
 Jerry's groping hand found a wet strut. He jerked himself out of the water and scrambled out of the water and scrambled up the slippery side of the drifting plane. He swung a dripping foot over the cockpit wall. There was only one dark face there. He reached for it with clutching hands.
 q give up," the man screamed frantically It was not Lucci's voice
 His fingers met at the mans throat. His thumbs clamped down pressing deep into yielding gleSh. The man staggered back. Jerry stepped after him, stumbled on something soft and lost his grip. There was a heavy splash. The other man had jumped overheard. Jerry could hear the sound of his strokes as he swan toward shore. Frenziedly Jerry looked for Lucci. He heard Stevens voice.
 Where's Lucci?"
 The swimming man answered.
 "On the floor of the cockpit. Him and Sam You got 'em both. !"
 Another $150000 shot to hell, mourned Stevens. Money goes awful quick around here"
 Jerry clattered down the two steps into the darkness of the cemmodious compartment within the fuselage.
 "Is that you, Jerry?" Nancy's voice was brave.
 Yes" he said briefly, choking back the rush of words that came to his lips. What use to try to keep his thoughts away from her. to try to ignore her very exis- . tence? He had loved her ever since he had first looked into her eyes, candid and level as boys, back there on the Merrick road. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from telling her while she waited so silently for him to find her there in the inky darkness. His wife That spoiled it all, for had he not promised to have 1t annulled? How could he tell her that he loved her now, when her heart would be warm with grati- tude toward him? And when they were back in New York she would be Nancy Wentworth, not the help , less, frightened little girl of the , tropics, but the self-reliant, light hearted musical comedy star. , His groping hands touched hers They were icy cold and clutched his own ccnvulsively.
 Nancy he whispered, "are you . all ripht2n