The Wilmington morning star., 1940-11-16

Gun was no bad actor, and ne
sounded convincing. He even man
aged to get in his eyes the shlfty
look of the man who is planning 10
do something he is ashamed OIL
Trent, watching him closely, was
almost satisfied.
"You can tell me one thlng'
though, Gunston.'
..Yes?" And what's that?"
t.Just what were these gadgets
Hazeldeane was working on-and
what was it he chucked overheard
from the plane?'
Luckily Gun was prepared for
this question. He answered without
the slightest hesitation:
Hes been working on several
I don't know about all of them.
But the one he slung overheard is
the best-an illuminated bomb
dropping sight. On automatic cal
culating machine principle. A sort
of combination of altimeter and
speedometer. 1t makes an auto
matte calculation according to
speed and height, and tells you just
when to release your bomb, SO that
on a reasonably still day you can
drop a bomb and make a direct hit
every time, with no more trouble
or difficulty than you'd have in fir
ing with a rife"
Gun saw, with satisfaction and
disgust, how Trent's eyes glis-
tened at this.
So" he breathed. "a country
that owned a gadget like that
would come pretty near to being
master Of the air!!"
Gun nodded.
pretty well, I should say"
Trent made a gesture Of deci-
sion.
"All right. Gunston- I'll play
ball with you. But you'd better
play fair, or by neck. :"
The gesture with which he fin
ished his sentence was significant.
"Oh, I'll play fair, all right. Now,
what about that meal?"
It was not so difficult to simu-
late eagerness about that.
Without a word Trent pressed a
bell button on his desk. After a
moment there came a rap on the
door and it opened to reveal Sam
DO, whose ebony face split itself
into an expansive, ivory : trimmed
smile at sight of Gun.
Get some food for this gentle
man." Trent ordered. Something
pretty light-soup, and then some
sort of an omelette. And hurry
with it,"
Sambo made a gesture indicat-
ing that he understood, and van
ished. Guns eyes met Trent's.
Not so deaf, after ALL" he COM
mented dryly.
Trent smiled.
1.-THE durnbness is genuine
enoungh. Now, if you want a wash,
come this way"
AS Gun followed the other to a
small but adequate bathroom he
said:
I'D give something for a shave.
But I suppose I'd better not have
one, or Hazeldeane will suspect
something. Well, I'll do my best
with hot water and SOAP"
Gun reveled in the luxury of that
bath. He would have liked to spend
more time over it. knoWinV that
when he would get his next was a
matter that lay on the knees of
the gods. But time was limited.
Nor, did he waste any over his
meal, which he thought was one of
the most delicious he had ever
tasted. For as he ate Trent
watched him with tired eyes, and
twice, between his yawns, COM
mented on how amazingly Sleepy
he felt. The pellet was working,
and Gun was anxious lest the other
should suspect anything.
The room had two beds in it, and
Trent pointed to one of them. The
other, his own, was close by the
door.
Mustn't overdo it," said Gun
anxiously. 1T won't do for Hazel
deane to suspect anything, you
know"
That's all right" responded
Trent, with another prodigious
yawn. "In set this alarm clock.
Two hours, eh? Christ, I do feel
sleepy"
Bella LANAN-COURT r