The Washington times., 1937-11-08

. 1IAClIN VI IAJ oCNAASS'A S4ASh1~SA'A
and mixed parentage, who was an
ardent pacifist.
1--WE made such a recruit, my
dear" she boosted, "a Spanish
gentleman, who has plenty OF
money and is connected with all
the international pacifist societies
Hush, here he is . ~
I shook hands with a. big
bearded man, who seemed to float
into the room, so springy and
noiseless was his step. "Ah mon
cher Senior Ramiros y Garcia" my
hostess gushed, Il had almost
given you up.
CLUE REAPPEARS
We chatted and he delivered
himself of platitudes in the best
pacifist jargon. He knew the bust
ness inside out.
He had, he said, travelled to
Italy, Germany England, on paci'
fist mission. peace without dis
honor-but peace at any price"
was his motto.
Incidentally, my hostess did not
know that I lived in Switzerland.
To her, like to many others, was
supposed to be nursing in a hos
pital in Cannes.
There was a faint aroma in the
room, which I could not place at
first. Ramiros y Garcia drank
endless cups of thick chocolate.
Suddenly, he produced what
looked like a cigarette case, ex-
tracted from it a long, thin oh.
ject and began chewing it with
gusto. MY little weakness he
chuckled. The sweet, pungent
smell of fresh vanilla pervaded
the room.
I went hot and cold, then eX.
cused myself and went to the tele'
phone in the hall.
Back in the drawing room, I be-
gan talking animatedly and play.
ing on the Spaniard's tremendous
vanity.
Soon, I declared myself a con.
vert to pacifism and confided in
him that a friend, whom had
called to ask him to fetch me in
his car, was an officer tired of the
war and ready to join one of the
peace-at-any-price outfits.
We left together and, at the
curb, where the Renault landaulet
stood, I made the introductions.
It was easy to persuade the Span.
lard to accept lift.
Both men sat in front and the
conversation was so animated that
our quarry never noticed that we
had swerved into the Boulevard
st. German.
It was not until we turned into
the Rue de l'Universite that Senior
RamiroS y Garcia exclaimed, de-
handing to know where he was
being taken.
Where you belong" the driver
groWled so menacingly, that the
man, after one desperate look
round, Shrank back into his seat.
Upstairs, in the chiefs office,
several officers stood around the
desk when we entered.
I'VE won't mince matters" the
chief snapped, Where are the
papers you stole from Lieutenant
Cordier, when you murdered him
in Berne month ago?"
TRAPPED BEAST
The man had recovered his com.
posure and answered insolently.
He had important friends in the
government. He was interna-
tionally known. There was moth.
ing to connect him with that muir
der; in fact, he knew nothing of
it.
Nothing to connect you with it
-no-except the -Anilla complex"
the chief said coldly, land that is
enough for U.S."
He was like a trapped beast at
bay. With uncanny swiftness he
twisted and turned, launched him.
self backward toward the un-
guarded door, while his automatic
blazed, once, twice three times, in
the general direction of the group.
I nearly tainted with terror and
threw myself on the floor, arms
extended. My hands came into
contact with an ankle and I
grabbed at it inStinctively.
The chief, cold and unruffled,
standing erect behind his desk,
fired once, aiming low. I felt
the bullet whizz past my ear and
an enormous mass collapsed, with
a scream on top of me.
Somebody extriciated me from
under the Spaniard and pumped
me down against the wall. GOOD
work; you made his aim defect"
the chief said with satisfaction.
The room was full of men. The
Spaniard lay on the floor glaring
at his captors nd nursing a
bleeding leg.
The chief examined him per,
functorily. "No damage done" he
said, he'll be as good as new
for the firing squad. Now fol
these papers. -"
He had them actually in the lin
ing of his coat. Poor old Cor
dier's notes and reports. smudged
with blood.
Good work, my dear" the chief
patted my shoulder.
Good work my eye" I nut
tered ungraciously. It thought we
were all being slaughtered and J
went insane with fear"
THE END