The Wilmington morning star., 1940-10-23
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Returning from a nerve-Wrack'
ing assignment, Gun Cotton, ia
Gus Scotland Yard agent, goes to
Sleichtner's Egyptian Ray Baths,
where he becomes interested in a
mysterious stranger named Pull
niger, who is wearing a tattooed
Egyptian symbol. Pullinger is met
by a beautiful flame-haired girl at
the swimming pool in the baths.
Gun calls another agent, Coffin
Prescott, to trail Pulliger.
CHAPTER EIGHT
AS Prescott mingled with the
passersby outside, Gun noticed, not
without admiration, how he seem
to completely lose his identity
among other people. An entirely
inconspicuous figure, nobody even
would glance at him twice, or re-
member afterward that they had
seen him. An exceedingly useful
trait on the part of a shadoWer.
Gun drank his coffee and stood
up. The waiter hustled owe and
glanced at Coffin Prescott's I'M
touched cup. -.
Your frien' not thirsty after all,
eh?"
That" Gun replied, lis not a
matter that I have known you
long enough to discuss"
He paid and went unhurriealy
out. Outside he stood for a mo-
ment looking about him. Prescott
and the man he was trailing had,
of course, disappeared.
Gun hailed a crawling taxi, and
drove to Whitehall. But there he
found that x was engaged for
about three-quarters of an nour
and could see nc one. Gun left a
message that he would be back,
and went out again to kill time.
Meanwhile Prescott was follow
ing his quarry, and in the begin
ming found it a decidedly tiring
business. But he was used to it.
They passed along the street,
Pullinger on one side of it, and
Prescott on the other. On the cor
ner Pullinger paused and glanced
at his wrist watch. Then he turned
up the street that ran at right
angles, and now his pace was a
mere saunter.
"Got an appointment, and he's a
bit early for it," was Prescott's
inward comment.
He crossed the road and got on
the same side as his quarry, in
c~reasing the distance between
them by pausing to examine a
window.
But as the man in front ap-
preached a corner, Prescott quick
ened his pace. He had known men
to saunter around corner and then
disappear completely, before this.
Never lose sight of your man.
At the corner Pulinger paused
and turned around to look back
along the street. Prescott turned
into the porch of a shop, which
was also the entrance to a block
of offices. He did this naturally
rather than suddenly, so that Pull
niger failed to notice him. Shadow
ing is much a matter of timing.
1t looked rather as though the
fellow suspected he might be fol
lowed, and was making sure he
wasn't, Prescott decided.
While with one eye he read the
names of the various firms in resi-
dence, displayed in neat white-on-
black on the walls, Prescott
watched with the other the reflec-
ton of the man he was following
in an opposite shop window. When
the new non-reflector windows
came into general use the task of
the shadoWer would become a
great deal more difficult.
The attitude Of Pullinger was
that of a careless lounger, killing
time. But Prescott sensed that he
was raking the street keenly with
his eyes, and making a mental
note of all the people he saw there.
Then he turned again and, still I'M
hurriedly, disappeared around the
corner.
Prescott emerged from his shell
ter and, walking briskly, went
straight across the street into
which the other had turned. AS. he
went he kept his eyes on it, and
saw that Pullinger did not turn
around and, consequently, could
Bella ~LANAN-COURT RI