Evening star., 1941-03-22

Sir JOnn signed MS name.
emotion. I'm asking to be relieved
from this job and placed on active
service"
MacDenald's bushy brows drew
together in a scowl "Ye'n do naught
of the kind, Jock" he rumbled.
you're not the mon to quit under
fire"
Sir John folded the paper. "It's
quit or get kicked out, Alex" he
said, bitterly. Downing Street isn't
to be appeased this time.
That's hard to credit" unused
the doctor. You must have put your
boot hard on somebody's corn. You've
not been treading on any of the
precious Cliveden set, I hope"
mo, Alex, this isn't a question of
internal politics. 1t concerns a list
of agents that fell into the hands
of the enemy. I thought 1 had it
stopped, but we have word today
that Schleicher, one of the top Nazi
spies, has mold of it and is taking 1t
back to Berlin
But you can still head him off
can't you?"
I'm afraid not. I don't even know
how he got out of the country with
it. But there's no doubt he did, and
that he'll be able to deliver the list
to his leader in a few days-if he
hasn't done it already. That means
the shattering of our whole system
of information within the vital min
istries of Europe. 1t could even re-
sult-though I hate to say tin
our losing the war;"
A Vital Call.
The phone on Sir Johns desk
buzzed.
That will be Downing Street
calling he said, lifting the receiver
YEARLY. "Yes-what is it?
What's that . Butt, say, are you
sure? Why, that's a splendid
piece of work How did you
swing it? . . Indeed, yes -. Very
good, youTl find me waiting"
His expression. when he turned
back to Macdonald, was that of a
man who had undergone rebirth.
Deliberately, he took up his resig-
nation and tore it to ribbons.
Alex" he said, Il suggest you
pour me a spot of that Scotch. l
can stand it."
You've changed your mind?"
The doctor filled his own glass, too
That call changed it. Alex, the
snidest thing l ever did in my life
was to doubt Brinda!"
My own opinion exactly" said
Macdonald, only I was too consid-
crate of your feelings to say it. Tell
me the rest. Jock"
She's saved by official neck, that's
ALL" answered Sir John. And my
honor, as well, which is middllng
important. He arose. ALEX,
Brinda's a wonderful girl! You
know what she did? In some way,
she found out the stolen list of
agents was going out on Dutch
ship. She spotted Schleicher. the
spy I told you of. One of the smart
est men in Nazi Intelligence, you
know. And one of his aides, too.
But Just think where those spies
and the stolen list are now! Safe,
Alex. safe! Safe until kingdom
come in Davy Jones locker! And
I can thank my girl-Brinda! BY
the eternal. Alex, as long as Eng
land has girls like that, We can win
any war;"
ITO Miss Brinda."
The doctor also arose. He raised
his glass.
ITO Miss Brinda Duncan-a true
English lassie-not forgetting her
father was Scotch"
ITO Brinda,' echoed Sir John,
raising his glass, too.
Solemnly, the two men drank.
Sir Johns orderly brought in the
newspapers.
"Nazi Sub Sunk!" read typical
headlines. Destroyer Saves Neutral
Ship, Blasts U-boat."
All related, in broad outline, the
story of the interception of the VAN
dam and the subsequent destruction
of the enemy submarine that had
stopped the Dutch liner. But none
mentioned Brinda, Dick Maiden or
the espionage coup they had COM
bined to Illustrate. The censor,
working under direction of Intelli-
gence, had seen to that.
You should have the D. S. o. at
least" said Sir John to Brinda.
Unfortunately, we're all anony-
nous in Intelligence. So, my child,
the only decoration I can give you
is a paternal and very grateful
kiss
You could do something else,"
said Brinda, after the award had
been duly bestowed.
And that is?"
stop calling me a child! And let
me share some of your responsible
ties-let me do the things in Intelli-
gence that men can't do. There
must be lot of such things"
A Tribute From Dick.
Sir John hesitated, looking with
something like appeal, first at DR..
Macdonald, then at Dick, who, fol-
loWulS IilC pilOllC CdIl, ildu dCCOlil.
panied Brinda home, to join with
her in rendering a full account of
their exploit.
THE laSsie's at least earned the
right to ask" said Macdonald
gravely.
Dick nodded. IT know how you
feel, sir" he said, "but I'll have to
side with Brinda, especially after
seeing her under fire. Why, she was
as cool as an icicle-clear through
the whole affair"
81 don't know that I'd say that"
observed Brinda, demurely. ANY
way, no girl likes to be compared to
an icicle. But I do think you should
give me chance, Sandy"
Sir John looked troubled. 1t was
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