The Wilmington morning star., 1940-11-11

"Our Jobs seldom are easy
x reminded Charles Cazelton.
II suppose not. Oh, yes, there's
one other thing. I believe I've beer
spotted-or, at any rate, am ar
object of suspicion"
Indeed? That's a pity. But
what makes you think so?"
well, I've had the feeling tina
I'm being watched-you know the
feeling"
well, you'd better make Ger.
tain and, if it looks that way, IL
have to take you away, and pu'
someone else on the job"
II see!"
x turned to the girl.
And your"
mot very much better than Mr..
Cazelton, I'm afraid. AS he said,
it's not easy"
"You heard my reply to that re-
mark" said X crisply. Anyway,
what have you found out?"
LAS I've told you, the man Wat
son is in it up to the hilt. He is,
I understand, looking after tn e
city end, whatever that may
mean"
KS eyes 'flickered.
1T might mean a lot! You've
scored one there. Go on!"
This man Pullinger-by tn e
way, that isn't his name any long
er. His name now is Britton-
B-r-i-t-t-o-n-and he has his pass
port. It is in this name-William
Henry Britton-Which, until a week
or two ago, vas the property of
an obscure retired tradesman in
Clapham."
And why isn't it his any long
err"
Because he's dead"
DO you mean"
"Oh, no! He died quite natural
ly and quietly, and was buried by
our friends in 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 x.
Anything else? You yer going
to say something about Mr.. Pullin-
ger-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-is being found by
certain millionaires."
"Ah!" x interrupted. They're
the fellows we want to know
about"
i've got the name of one-but
there r several. The one is Cyrus
P. Cunningham"
x nodded. His tensity gave the
suggestion of a 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 1 shall be
paying a visit shortly to this place
that Mr.. Cazelton has spoken Of
the Nest, at Chenham. 0tto-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 Chenham."
x nodded.
This secret business has some
thing to do 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-somwhere abroad
and it seems to be on an island"
"Ah!" calculated , and now his
eyes were agleam with excitement
Nov, that is something really vi
sal-at the. moment. Have you
heard anything more about it,"
Yesterday Otto took me to An
CELL road again. He was talking in
s2other room. I could only hear
Poken fragments of the converse
ton, but 1 gathered that they had
got someone OF some people at the
Factory, and that they were prov
ing obstinate. Then someone said