The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1940-11-26
Before The Blitzkrieg
by Rupert Gayon
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE


Gun found Tommy quite genu-
lnely asleep in the tent. Both had
found sleep an excellent substitute
for food Also he had taken both
blankets but Gun vas too tired
to worry about that. and the alco-
hol had warmed him up. He went
to sleep on the thought that If you
really want to enjoy a drink Tor
anything else, for that matter) the
thing to do is to go without for
period.
He woke to a blaze of sunlight,
and Tommy's question:
We'll, what happened?"
Gun had already decided that he
would not let Hazeldeane know the
actual truth. The airman's nerves
were badly strained, and Gun felt
that he could not quite rely on his
discretion. And if. in a moment of
exasperation he were to give any
hint that they knew the truth. Gun
was convinced It would be all up
with them. They would be shot
down or have their -tt1roats cut
without the slightest conjunction
on the part of their captors.
First" said Gun. I've got some
cigarets."
He held some out to Tommy,
who grabbed them eagerly.
That's something, anyway"
Secondly. tomorrow evening we
get good, square meal. plus
drink and some smokes. During
the course of that you're supposed
to get your tongue loosened, and
tell me quite a lot about your pat
ent bomb sighting apparatus,
which 1 shall, later, pass On to
Trent"
Better and better" laughed
Tommy But did you find out any
thing about them?"
Gun nodded.
quite a bit. I can't make out
just what the game is, but some
body is going to suffer for it. l
imagine. l fancy it will be either
in Spain. Anyway. they seem to
have been buying up explosives in
the raw, and they must have some
sort OF an arsenal here. =" And
he went on to explain to Tommy
all that he had discovered-with
the exception of the correspond
ence which had told him the full
: strength Of the ingenious but das-
-TardN plot.
What I want to know is" said
TomIGy. when he had finished,
"what's going to happen after I'm
supposed to have spilled the beans
TO your"
1--WE must work up some sort of
yarn for me to tell Trent. Some
details that are all wrong, of
course-but not so wrong that he'll
spot 'em. And they mustn't be
complete-just enough to make
him feel he's on the right lines,
and let us have another meal. But
the important thing, Tommy, Is
that somehow, by hook or by
crook, we've got to get away from
here within the next day or So"
Tommy was impressed by the
earnestness Of Guns tone, and shot
a curious glance at him.
why? 1 mean, what's the enor-
nous rush. anyway? We've been
here so long now"
"Oh. just feeling I've got" an
swered Gun, realizing he had let
, Tommy see little too much. But
I do feel that it's vitality impor-
tant."
Maybe you're right" said Tom
my. But I'd like to know how the
hell we're going to manage it."
80 would but It's got to be
done. somehow"
The day passed with the usual
dreadful monotony OF their days in
what Tommy humorously called
1.-THE Concentration Camp" Before
nightfall they had quite IA welcome
splash of excitement.
b.. Little as they could see from be-
hind their wire fence, they became
aware that unusual activity was
going on in the workshops and
yard. and presently the gates were
opened and a number OF men
pushed a big plane out into the fat
open space which interviewed be-
tween the wooden and the wire
fences.
"Hullo" exclaimed Gun. there's
our friend the black plane again.
They're of on another trip"
But Tommy shook his head.
Look again." he said grimly.
That's not another plane. That's