The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1940-11-09
CHAPTER NINETEEN


GUN AND Tommy went into the
bedroom, got out of their flying
suits, then into the bathroom and
had shower. In the sitting room
Trent awaited them with tray Of
cocktails.
"I'll just take drink with you"
he observed, land then, II you
don't mind, I'll leave you to 1t. I've
good zeal to do, and stand In
need of a bath and a NEAL"
He poured three cocktails from
the shaker. and they each took
one.
We'll, here's to success" smiled
Trent.
III drink to that" agreed Gun.
but l doubt f it'll mean quite the
same thing to all of u.s." .
The dry Martini tasted good,
and Tommy showed signs Of reviv-
ing Trent saio:
well, good night, gentlemen! l
shall hope to see you in the morn
ingl"
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 ln with
the soup.
Thank you. Sambo!" said Gun.
genially.
The black, who was looking at
him. grinned and nodded. Gun
thought that he could probably lip
read
Neither he nor Tommy spoke I'M
til they had cleared the soup.
Sambo remained in the back
ground. The moment they had fin
ished, he whisked away the plates
and hurried out. Tommy heaved a
sigh. and looked at Gun.
We'll" he remarked, with . "a
Their dubious grin. 80 far 20 good,
Ell >"
"S-s-sh" Gun made a warning
gesture, and then sale, in a low
voice: Give nothing away-walls
have micropnones, and l don't
trust all this courtesy" Then. in a
louder tone: well, Tommy, this Is
al very nice-but what the hell
does it mean? What's it leading
up to-"
You're asking me" retorted
Tommy, playing up to him. 1T
looks to me as though we've been
ruddy well kidnapped! l wish we
could get in touch with headquar-
ters"
"Oh, well see what we can do
tomorrow" Gun answered, with a
yawn which was not entirely simu-
lated. TITS wonderful how the
needs Of the moment obtrude them
selves before all other things. Just
now this meal, with a bath and a
bed to come, leaves me not worry
ing about anything much!
San1bo came in with fried sole
and French fried potatoes, and
again stood like black statue by
the door while they devoured 1t.
Saddle Of mutton followed, with
cheese and biscuits to complete the
noel
Sam produced a small slate. with
the legend: Coffee. please? ?" writ
ten on it In a round. schoolboy
hand.
Gun nodded, and taking the PEN
Gil wrote BLACK" on the slate.
AS Sambo turned to go, Gun fol-
lowed him with his eyes At the
same time he rose, and deliberately
,.t..a III. ,hoFr ot,or ~, the NIL
ished boards. He saw Sambo start,
hesitate, and then go on. without
turning his head
Deaf my footl" commented
Gun. in a ow voice. HE can hear
as well as an. of us. l wonder II
the dumbness is a fake, too"
shouldn't wonderw grunted
Tommy. who. after his meal. was
almost asleep. II 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 T. battle
me--not difficult, seeing I'd nc
compassl We're on an island, all
right"
Gun nodded.
WHAT island? ?"
ASK me anotherl IT'S pretty
warm, though-an and thai rather
suggests somewhere off the coast
OF Africa, doesn't it,"
Maybe Gun shrugged. ANY
way. the sharp point is that
they've got us"
Damned cheekl" grunted Tom
my But what are they going to
do with u.s."
Give US pencil and paper. BY