The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1940-11-30
Before The Blitzkrieg
by Rupert GraSon
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEvEN

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
GUN, WITH a sense OF despair
In his heart, sat down and lit an
other cigaret. The two others be-
gan general conversation, includ-
ing Gun in it. He managed to look
intelligent, but he spoke mechani-
cally. He was racking his brains
for some ruse to make the girl un-
derstand.
Then the door opened, and she
and Tommy entered.
We've just been having a stroll
In the garden" Coral announced,
with apparent inconsequential
brightness. TITS Just lovely out
there"
No doubt" said Otto, dourly.
And then, addressing Tommy:
well, have you thought over my
little proposition, Commander"
To which Tommy replied, airily:
Why, no! In the company of
such charming lady one can
hardly De expected to think over
mere trifles. Besides, it would be
Internally rude"
Otto rose heavily from his chair.
We'll, I advise you to do so dur
Ing the night. Otherwise you may
find it not quite such trifling af-
fair as you seem to think"
His tone was heavy with men,
ace. Gun was getting desperate.
Plainly they were on III, point OF
departure, and he had to make
Coral understand somehow. Sud-
denly he. got an idea, and clutched
at it.
BY the way" he said to Trent,
now risen also in obedience to his
chiefs gesture, what happens to
US? Do we camp out again to-
night"
NO was the answer. You can
stay here tonight. I'm afraid l have
TO admit my little scheme for
making you talk is a, failure-be-
cause Of time. We shall now have
to resort to the more direct meth
Olo Vi l1le Clllel mere.
Well" said Gun, witt. a sigh,
I'm glad Of that. Because that
scheme Of yours ] find is rather
bad for the nerves. DO you know
that. a little while ago, I suffered
from an hallucination, and didn't |
know who was? If anybody at
that moment had addressed me by |
my right name, I should have
probably denied my identity"
Trent sneered.
Perhaps it's just as well we've
changed the programme don't
want any lunatics on our hands"
Gun darted a quick glance at
Coral, but she was not looking at
him.
That is So" said Otto, In his
heavy voice. And one very bad
form Of madness is to keep quiet
when you ought TO be talking. /
would remember that, Hazeldeane,
IL I were you
Tommy responded by a cheerful
grin.
"Right-o" he agreed. "Ill try to
think it over during the night"
The guests" moved toward the
door. Otto and Trent gave vent to
a curt: Good night" but Coral
was more vivacious.
Good night! Maybe I'll be see
Ing you some time in the morning,
when the others a.e busy"
Yes, do crieL Tommy fer
vently. "Pleasew
Gun said nothing. He was trying
to catch from her some signal or
hint that she had understood the
allusion to forgetting his identity.
But she never even looked at him.
AS soon as they were out Of ear
shot Of the bungalow. Otto asked,
gruffly:
We'll, how did you get on with
that young fool?" .
"Oh, not so badly" was the re- {
ply.
What do you mean by that?
VIII he TALK"
Yes, think So" Corals tone ,
was impatient. But you can't ex-
pect me to bring of a Job like that 1
in half an hour. Have heart"
"Ach! That Is the trouble-1 $
have too much heart" Otto was al {
most plaintive. You must hurry
up about tt do not like the way a