The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-03-10

heavy, old-fashioned jewelry shl
was wearing matched its over
towering, dusty splendor. The
Baroness had white hair, dressed
in remarkable tower of roll curl!
on the top OF her head. Her face
Twas large, pale, and doughty, ane
Iher eyes mild, sentimental anc
blue. II was at once incredible, ailc
understandable, that she had once
been beautiful. But Petrol was
vaguely disappointed in her. She
had expected to meet an excep.
tional personality. Here, she could
not help feeling, was a stupid old
woman.
Rene must take you to the
Mobit Krankenhaus, as soon as
you have got rid of your luggage
said this Aunt Fleur.
They viii not let her see her
brother. Her first move should be
to see the British Consul General,N
Rene told her. He spoke sharply
as il DINING facts into a thick
head. "And you will invite Gen
eral Furof to have supper with us
at the .Adlon, tonight. Aunt
The Baroness looked at Rene.
"Very WELL" she said. Almost as
il, when he made her a suggestion,
it was command, thought Petrol,
puzzled.
Sid you bring me the beauti-
full handbag you promised me,
Rene?" she asked. "You did not
forget"
mo. It is in my suitcase. AS you
can see, by looking round this
room" he said to Petrol, my aunt
is childish about beautiful things.
Come along, Miss Petronella."
Fencing
DETER MALONE stood on the
wrong side of iron bars, looking
at the sky. The windows in this
ward of the Fortress of Glatz were
small, and set high in the walls.
When he first entered, he had Won
dered what it was that made this
the bareSt hospital ward he had
ever seen. He had realized: 1.-THE
walls are gray. There are no flow
ers." Peter was dressed in rough
weave prison uniform. His right
arm, which hurt him at the shout
der, with a dragging. wearying
pain, was in a sling.
Outside, it was a gloriously hot
early September day. But in here,
despite the shafts of sunshine, It
still felt cool. The walls must be
very thick. It must be deadly cold
in the winter. How long would
they keep him here? When would
he next be grilled with questions,
by those angry, steel-eyed men, by
the stuffed and officious Prussian
officers, in the little Office down the
maze Of stone corridors? Had they
believed a-word he said? Did they
think him dangerous, or harmless?
He could not tell. Speaking exc
cradle German. he had done his
best to sound a fool. He had de-
scribed his pleasant railway Jour-
ney. from Munich; his finding the
admission ticket on the carriage
floor. his conclusion that someone
was not able to use it, and that
anybody else who could. would be
welcome.
I'VE have tickets for everything
in England. But anyone can 60"
he had explained. But some OF their
questions had been awkward. Why
had he thought it worth while
going, since he spoke so little Ger.
man? Why had he taken such in
terest in political affairs in Ger
many. He had played the enthusi-
astic amateur journalist as best he
could, but he did not know if they
believed him. It was lucky, though
tantalizing, he supposed, that his
arrest had preceded the chief,
speaker OF the evening. Had that
touch on his shoulder occurred
half an hour later. he would GER
tainly have been in for it. Not,
he believed. that he would have
learned much more than he had
overheard at the bar, before the
meeting started. But luckily they
did not know that. If only he had
not answered that fellow. who pur-
posely asked him for a light. It
was humbling. when two words
OF ones German gave one away.
He'll. he was sick of this already.
And he might be kept locked up
here for weeks. Down the aisle,
between the narrow beds, a man
on clutches swung himself pain
fully towards Peter. It was. the
fellow prisoner who spoke such
good English, who had been un-
justly discharged from his factory.
because of his Jewish ancestry,
who had gone out and got drunk,
and assaulted a storm trooper. He
was coming. to talk to him again.
He did not look very Jewish, Peter
thought. He had fair hair. The man
smiled.
you are getting restless?"
Wasn't he little too friendly?
Suddenly on his guard, Peter
listened. AS though to confirm his
sudden suspicion. his friend plung-
ed back into the same weller Of
complaint against injustice. OF
half questions. with regard to the
future of what he termed .'his
people" Questions which he ap-
pealed to Peter to answer.
Peter found himself trembling
as he turned those questions back
again. He wasn't feeling too steady
to start with. thanks to this shout
der, and q, sleepIess night. The
thought of what he might have
let out had not instinct warned
him. made him feel sick. trapped
iunpy.
He was still fencing when the
door opened.
Petronella walked into the room.
He gave shout of joy. She ran
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