Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1941-03-11

ASNAAA bSSh oAAAA GNO AL OOlAlO way .
You watch the front. Give me five
minutes! Then fire at the place"
Right" the squire said. Get
going, my lad" He was grinning
= happily.
Dick slid off into the pale dark
ness Of the woods and around the
house, the machine gun Graded in
his arm. 1t gave him a fine, SUI
perior feeling. At the back he found
trellis leading to the upper win
dows. That was it. Up the trellis
and In. You had an advantage
being upstairs. The blighters were
probably down below and you could
let them have 1t down a stair we'll
He swung his strong 1.-the body up
holding the gun firmly and presently
he was clambering through window
and making his way softly down the
hall.
He heard the sputter of the wire
less set. Then a figure rose sud-
denly and fired at him point blank.
This was the shot that Brinda,
listening in the walled-up shaft of
the disused dumb-waiter, heard.
Dick Maiden went into action
with the captured tommy-gun.
Flame lanced at him from the wire
less room and bullet sang so close
by his ear that he felt its scorch.
He was horribly afraid Brinda
might be in the line of fire but there
was nothing to do except shoot it
out.
No Sign of Brinda.
Squire Mays shotgun doomed
close beside him.
Look Quit" the squire shouted.
zone of ems getting away!"
A man on the floor fired at Dick
from a half-reclining position. Dick
let him have burst from the TOM
my-gun. He collapsed and lay still
Maiden peered into the room,
looking for Brinda. He saw a fig
ure CuriouSly crouched, the hand
drawn back. Dick shot fast, aim
ing low. then threw himself prone,
just as the hand-grenade exploded
There was nothing much left of the
man who had been about to throw it,
"Help!" called a voice I'm 'urt
bad!"
1t was the constable. A fragment
of the grenade had struck him, but
he did not sound like a dying man.
Lets have your f1ashlighti"
Dick ordered. Crouching, he played
1t inside the room. The place was
a shambles. Besides the smashed
wireless set, lay all that remained
of the grenade-t osser. Near the
door was another man, quite dead.
But-no sign of Brinda.
Dick looked around for the
squire, then remembered he had
said something about a man getting
away.
He returned to the constable. The
grenade fragment had richocheted
before hitting him. and his only in
jury was slight scalp wound
You're all right, man." he said.
go back and look after our pris-
oner."
will Hi get casualty pay for
this?' the constable wanted to
know.
Finds Brinda's Hiding Place.
You'll get kick in the pants if
you don't snap into it," Dick adj
vised him not too sternly.
Groaningly, the constable strug-
gled to his feet.
What became of the squirrel"
Dick asked.
"'E went that way-'round the
corner of the 'ouse. E was 'ot after
O big uni"
Dick fastened in the direction
indicated.
The spy who had got away was the
chief of Brinda's captorS. He was
the one who had insisted through
out that the sensible thing to do
was to kill her Immediately. He
was also the one who had locked her
in the abandoned kitchen.
When the firing started, he emptied
his automatic, then leaped out
window and dashed toward Brinda's
prison He had start on the squire
and was safely inside before that