Henderson daily dispatch., 1940-09-19
CHAPTER TWENTY -FOUR

CHAR EN- W I-A>
"OUR JOBS seldom are easy,
x reminded Charles Cazelton-
Il suppose not. Oh yes. there $
one other thing. I believe I've oeen
spotted-or. at any rate, am an
object of suspicion"
Indeed? That's a pity But
what makes you think so?"
~yyen. I've had the feeling that
I'm being watched-you know the
feeling"
well. you'd better make GER,
tain and, if it looks that way, III
have to take YOU away, and put
someone else on the job
II see"
X turned to the girl.
And you?'
Not very much better than MT.
Cazelton. I'm afraid. As h> SAID II 5
not easy"
You heard my reply to that re-
mark" said Y crisply. Anyway,
what have you found out ??
-As I've told you. the man Wat
son is in it up to the. hilt. He u.s.
I understand. looking after the
CITY end, whatever that may
mean"
KS eyes fiickered.
1T might mean lot! LOU We
scored one there. Go on"
This man Pullinser--by the
vav, that isn't his name any
longer. His name now is Brltton-
B-r-i-t-t-o-n-and he has his pass
port. 1t is in this nare-William
Henry Britton-which. until a
week or two ago. was the property
of an obscure retired tradeSman IN
Clapham.
"Ard why isn't it his any
longer"
Because he's dead"
DO YOU mean"
"Oh. no. He died quite natural
" and quietly. and was buried by
our friends n Angel road. His
name is still in the directory, and
on the voters list. and what not.
Then they get a phony solicitor OF
theirs TO identify him, etc, and
there you are"
That's interesting, too" said y,
Anything else? You were going
to say something about Mr.. Pullin-
ser-Britton. weren't you?"
"Oh, yes He's been talking to
me a little-letting a few small
kittens out of the bag. He informs
me he's got a great scheme on
very secret. and all that, but very
big money in it. He's the brains of
the concern, and the leader of the
active part of it. The capital
which is vast-;s being found by
certain n,illionaireS."
"Ah" X interrupted. They're
the fellows we want to know
about"
I've got the name of one-but
there are several. The one is Cyrus
P. Cunningham"
X nodded. His tensity gave the
suggestion Of hound on the trail.
"German-American. Steel and
oil. Self-made man, from very bad
material. Child. you're certainly
doing well! Anything else?"
Nothing much - very vague
stuff. I think it's likely I shall be
paying a visit shortly to this place
that Mr.. Cazelton has spoken Of
the Nest. at Chenham. Otto
. that's Pullinger or Britton-has
asked me if I wouldn't like a day
or two in the country. near the sea.
That, I imagine, would be Chen
ham,"
X nodded.
This secret business has some
thing to Go with airplanes-we've
guessed that, of course. But they
seem to have some secret place,
which they speak Of sometimes as
the Depot and sometimes as the
Factory Apparently it is a long
way away-somewhe abroad
and it seems 70 be on an island"
All" calculated x, an now his
eyes were agleam with excitement.
Nov. that IS something really vi
tal-at the moment. Have you
heard anything more about it,"
Yesterday Otto took me to An
CELL road again. He was talking in
another room. I could only hear
broken fragments of the converse
ton, but I gathered that they had
got someone or some people at the