The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-04-01
THE COLoNEI-TRAIToR?
CHAPTER VI

xou are most polite, senor!" she Acknowledged, and while her dark ycS held his, the smile grew faint V provocative. we will meet again sNterl"
 n shall live only for that mo- nentl"
 Then she and the smile and the delicate fragrance were gone, tap tapping toward the patio. Sun Su touched e bell, and when an h. dian boy answered the call, di- rected him to get Allan's bags from the car and place them in rom .. Allan hardly heard the exchange.
 What's her name-Minor?'
 "Asia Minor" The Chinese must have noticed the half-irrita- ble lift of the Americans brows, for he spread his hands again in deprecatory fashion. Tt is not a jest, senor. I have seen her pass port: 1t was issued by the British government in India and is quite in order. From another source l have learned her father was an English ship captain who married an Indian woman in Calcutta. No doubt he had a sense of humor, for he insisted on naming their daughter Asia"
 well no matter what she's called, she belongs up in Holly wood" said Allan with conviction. shed knock them cold, If you have an opportunity, you might mention to Senorita Minor that I'm prepared to be her slave!"
 Whereupon it was the proprie- tors brows that went up. Allan left them there and smiled to himself as he followed the Indian boy and the bags. Tn a wall mir TOT, as he left the lobby for a narrow corridor, he had a fieeting glimpse of Sun Su leaning across teh desk and staring after him n obvious perplexity.
 Aesal It sounded strange at first, but after he had repeated it a few times 1t began to be rather attractive. A Eurasian, he unused, -tsrting to shed his damp gar- -Aetts when the boy had left him to the privacy of cool dark bed- ro0m. A British subject, and something of parish in her na- tive land; cast out by the Indian element and cold-shouldered by the British. That meant she prob ably hated the English, unused Allan, which would account for her throwing in with a Japanese uutfit-especially If the willy Nip ponese were up to something which would Sbe to the detriment og Englandl
 Tt all fits imp he muttered. slipping into a bathrobe. He laughed at the recollection of Sun Su's disappearing countenance. watch out for your laurels, my eallant Colonel Escobar! Until I ind out if she knows anything about the Sargents or poor Harry Bishop, I'm going to make a strong bid for your Asia's tenderest af- fections!"
 He wandered down the hall, trac- ing the noise of running water to it's source and in another minute WAS StTGCCIlGQ OuI All n GIlD OA WI water. While his grateful body pro- ceeded to absorb moisture instead Of exuding 1t, he ran over in his mind what he had heard from the Chinese.
 He believed he was on the track of something, though of just what he couldn't yet determine. The yellow devilsl" That was the one lead he had from poor mad Harry, but what better description could you want of mysterious Jap anese group who objected to any, body spying on them?
 what could be their secret racket, if anyp He weighed some Of the more obvious possibilities, A submarine base? No, hardly that, way up in the Gulf of California, "A heavily fortified depot for war materials? Perhaps though again the location did not suggest such scheme. A supply base for sea- planes and bombers? A base com plete with repair shops, oil tanks and ammunitionp
 sAaore like itl" he decided, fin- ishing his ablutions with shower. eBut what would that have to do with the missing Sargents?"
 We had to give that one up for k1ls time being, he told himself