The Wilmington morning star., 1940-11-18
CHAPTER THIRTY

100 much excitement. Are you
lrmed?" asked x.
She shook her head.
Good heavens, no! If Otto or
INV of the others were to find a
mandy little automatic in my bag,
Il would start all sorts of awkward
questions. But l have my wits
They certainly seem to be
pretty efficient" he conceded.
Then it's settled that l go-lt
I can persuade Otto to take me,
and l don't think there's much
doubt about that. Now, what are
my instructions?"
ooh, the usual. Find out all you
can, and communicate with me as
Soon as you can-with safety.
And other thing-I've an idea
that one of my boys is knocking
around that place, somewhere. He
may be a prisoner; he may not.
I can't tell. But I want you to get
in touch with him, if you can, and
If he's in any trouble do all you
can to help him. Actually,
there are two of them there, but
only one is mine. The other is an
Air Force officer named Hazel
deane-my fellows name is Gun
Cotton"
'Oh! The husband C that de-
lightful person we met the other
night?"
Exactly. You have a good mem
DRY for names. Is your memory for
faces as good?"
Il think So"
Then take a look at these
photos. This is Hazeldeane, the Air
Force chap. And this is my man,
Cotton"
She took the photographs in her
hand and examined |.em carefully.
"All right" she said, handing
them back. Il shall know them if l
see them"
well, l can't give you any fur
Their instructions-1'm so accursed-
ly in the dark myself. Understand,
these fellows may be fascists, or
communists, or just plain bandits,
out of their own hind"
I'm pretty certain the latter"
Coral interpolated.
That may be. Only n thing is
certain-they're dangerous. And if
they once suspect you
He did not finish his sentence,
but the silence was significant. The
girl only laughed.
Don't look Sc. serious. It's all
in the game, you know"
X rose, and held out his hand.
You're a plucky girl" he said
gravely. And I'm lucky to have
got you. But do, plea5e, remember
that I want to keep you-and don't
take unnecessary risks. Find out
all ybu can-help those boys if
they need it, and-good luck be
with you!"
"Thanks!"
They gripped hands for a mo-
ment, and then x turned and left
the cubicle.
He left the place by the same
way as he had entered it, and, a
few minutes later, Coral MerrideW
followed his example, but by the
shop entrance.
Gun knew that the odds were
rendered stronger against him by
the fact that Trent, as a precau-
ton, no doubt, had left the light
on. Therefore, Gun, wallowing in
the luxury of that cool-sheeted bed,
must close his eyes, in case Trent
should take a last glance at him.
End the temptation for lust five
minutes" was, perhaps, the strong
est temptation he had ever known.
At last he decided that it was
time to get busy. From Trent's
bed came the sound of deep, regu-
lar breathing-a little thick, as of
one who has INDUCED in a trifle
too much alcohol. That, Gun decid-
ed, "ould be the effect of the pei
let. But for the drug. he might
have suspected thai Trent might
be just playing possum," but
now he was pretty sur he wasn't.
However, he left nothing to
chance. He suddenly sat up in bed:
Trent! I say, Trent"
There was no response from the
other bed save the deep, regular
breathing of the man in it,.
Gun was satisfied, and got quiet
ay out of bed. He slipped on his