Evening star., 1941-02-13

forid- faced man behind the desk.
aggressive manner affected by some
executives.
Good evening, Michael, How are
vou, AIacu rep" JudSon March
we'd toward chairs, then intro
C1-cd his companion, Senor Cor
ca -.
.CcrGova rose from his chair near
~ Cc-i. He was swarthy, lean TO
t.o pc!nt of gauntness. He bowed,
srd said. 1T is a pleasure gentle
r7cl.r in accented English. Then 10
March: L will leave you to discuss
your business. my friend.
No, no Senor. This isn't conf
Dental. Sit down" March leaned
back, lighted a cigar. I'm obliged
TO you, Chief, for finding Ryan so
quickly"
You said it was urgent, Mr..
March" Mcguire said.
March nodded, looked at Michael.
His face was bland, his eyes plerc-
inc. Nov. Michael what's this
nonsense about sabotage at the
plant?
Michael simulated surprise.
"--7u've got me there, j. M. What is
/.
like. I recognized your voice on
r. r',crn. You needn't play anony-
rus with HE, and you needn't fear
re5enl beng ooLGsted to you.
YOU know something, Ill gladly
emit a debt
All right" Michael admitted. Il
ID phone you
What do you know?"
"Only this. That you better in
crease the number of guards at the
plant"
"You shouted sabotage when Tex
Martin crashed in that pursuit Job
YOU designed" Judson March re-
minded him. His tone wasn't ac-
cusing: he was merely stating a
fact. And no evidence of sabotage
was found"
Declines To Tell.
Michael nodded. You're right.
But I wasn't shouting sabotage for
an alibi. I didn't give darn about
the plane-if the design was wrong.
I vas thinking about a man being
killed. Or" His voice hardened.
"Or murdered"
March nodded as though he un-
derstood. Chief Mcguire was alert.
Senor Cordova sat smoking, his
manner unconcerned, but Michael
saw bright interest, in his black
eyes.
Michael said. at can give you no
proof. don't know what's to hap
pen, but I'd gamble that March Air
craft is in for a bad night"
"You refuse to tell the source OF
your information?" March de-
manded.
"Yes"
"Why?"
Michael didn't know why. Not
exactly. He only knew that sud-
denly far back in his subconsciouS
mind a warning bell was changing
His nerves tingled and his pulse
drummed. There was but one thing
he wanted out of this meddling
Of his: that was. to find the men
recDonsible for Tex Martins death.
Judson March was drumming the
desk top with his fingers, saying,
well Michael?"
And Michael hedged, by saying,
~. NJ, you called the F. B. I. some
weeks ago when some machinery
was wrecked Are you calling them
in again?"
I've already telephoned Wash
ington on the strength Of your tip.
An agent is coming by plane. I'm
waiting call from the plant telling
me of his arrival"
Good. When he gets here, III
tell him where I got my informa-
ton"
March froWned; it was more ScoWl
than froWn, and his famous temper
reddened his face. For a moment he
stared, then said, Very well,
Michael. You're playing some game
of your own. I don't know what it
&. hlt 7 hone YOU don't get hurt.
Don't worry about me, J. M"
COrdova Voices Suspicion.
Excuse me. gentlemen. -" It
was Senor Cordova's voice, very
smooth, very careful. 1T occurs to
me that if Mr.. Ryan Witholds in
formation and something happens
he might be suspected of aiding the
saboteurs. Mop"
That's logic" March said. And
Michael, smiling, said, Isn't it,
Trough. But I'm not talking now"
Cordova smiled back while his
e-tc5 remained dark and hard and
fvr2cr.ess. In my country he