Henderson daily dispatch., 1940-09-14
CHAPTER NINETEEN

GUN AND tommy went Iuto tAIe
bedroom. got out of their fiyiHS
suits then into the bathroom and
had q shower. In the sitting room
Trent awaited them with a tray OF
cocktails.
III just take drink with you"
he observed. land then, If you
don't mind, I'll leave you to It. I've
q GOOD Zeal 10 do, and stand III
need Of a bath and 4 meal!"
He poured three cocktails from
the shaker. and they each took
one.
We'll, here's to SUGGEST" smiled
Trent.
ri drink to that" agreed Gun.
~But 1 doubt f it'll mean quite the
same thing to ali of u.s.
The dry Martini tasted good,
and Tommy showed sign; Of revlv-
ing. Trent saio:
"Well. good night. gentlemen! l
shall hope to see you III the morn
ing"
He went out by the inner door,
and a moment later Sambo. show
ing a double row Of white teeth in
a magnificent grin, hurried i'll with
the soup.
THANK you, sambo!" said Gun,
senially.
The black. who was looking at
MIN, srinned and nodded. Gun
thought that he could probably lip
read.
Neither he nor Tommy spoke IN
til they had cleared the soup.
Sambo remained in the back
ground. TIE moment they had I'm
ished. he wh!Sked away The plates
and hurried out. Tommy heaved 4
sigh. and looked at Gun.
well" he remarked. with q "a
Their dubious gin. SO far SO Socd'
eh?"
"S-s-sh." Gun made q warning
gesture. and then sait. in low
voice: Give nothing aWay-WaliS
have ricroYao1eS. and 1 don't
trust all this cOurteSy.' Then. IN a
louder tore: Wei. Tommy. this is
all very nice-hut what the he'll
does it mean? What's it leading
up to-"
You're asking NE" retortci
Tommy. playing u2 to him. 1t
looks to me as though we've been
ruddy we'll kidnapped! wish We
could get il touch with headquar-
tiers"
"Oh. well see what we can do
tomorrow" Gun answered. with 4
yawn which was not entirely simu-
lated. It's wonderful how the
needs Of the moment obtrude them
selves before all other things. Just
now this meal. with bath and a
bed to come. leaves NE not worry
ing about anything nluch!"
Sambo came il with fried sole
and French fried potatoes. and
again stood like a black statue by
the door While they devoured it.
Saddle of mutton followed, with
cheese and biscuits TO complete the
meal.
Sam produced a small slate, with
the legend: Coffee. please" writ
ten on it in q round. schoolboy
hand.
Gun nodded. and taking the PEN
Gil, wrote Black on the slate.
AS Sambo turned 10 go, Gun fol-
lowed him with his eyes. At the
same time he rose, and deliberately
knocked his chair over on the pol
ished boards. He saw Sambo start,
hesitate, and then go on, without
turning his head.
Deaf my foot" commented
Gun, in 'ow voice. He can hear
as we'll as an. of US. I wonder if
the dUmbness is a fake. too?"
Shouldn't wonGerw srunted
Tommy. who, after his meal, was
almost asleep. Il wonder where the
hell we are?"
80 do I. Have you any idea at
all?"
Tommy shook his head.
VERY vague! That damned plane
led us all over the shop to battle
me-not difficult, seeing I'd no
compass! We're on an island, all
right"
Gun nodded.
"Yes-WHAT island?"
ASK ME another! It's pretty
warm, though-and that rather
suggests somewhere Off the coast
Of Africa, doesn't it?"
"Maybe!" Gun shrugged. ANY
way. she sharp point is that
they got u.s.
Damned cheekm erunted Tom
my. But what arc they going 10
do with US"
Give Us pencil ard paper, b.