The Wilmington morning star., 1943-09-10
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some spy stories himself and was
thinking about the tool patterns
in the file room-blueprints and
outlines which, if destroyed or
damaged, would hold up factory
work indefinitely. Don't worry
any more about it," he added.
"And now take letter.
He had just finished when Jack
Vinton returned.
more bad news" he said, hold
ing up drawing. Look at this. !"
whats the matter with it?"
Adam demanded.
Someone turned over can of
grease on it. And it's darned funny
to me how it could have happened
It's either deliberate or just plain
carelessness."
Adam took the drawing. 1t was
grease soaked and now practical
ly illegible. do you know who
did it?"
NO." said Jack. Everyone
seems to be innocent. But the last
man who handled the drawing was
that fellow who's so clever at pol
ishing, the one with the funny
name"
Eyes, I know who you mean"
Adam scowled, STANG off through
the window. Maybe we shouldn't
have taken him on, although his
cedentials seemed authentic and
okay." He handed the drawing
back to Jack. "See if you can
clean it up bit, will you?"
Eyes, SIR" said Jack.
And as he went out he kept re-
membering two words, two words
which Adam, at his desk. was also
remembering. They were "espio-
mage and Sabotage" A m
thought beyond the words, a seri-
GUS expression upon his good look
ing face. It didn't seem possible,
he thought, that a little town like
Linville could be drawn into the
vortex of spy systems, malicious
destruction, and all the ugllness
and meanness occasioned by war.
And yet-and yet
He struggled to think of pleas
anter things, again remembering
the change in Susan Potter's ap-
pearance. I'll telephone her in
the morning." he said to himself
land urge her to come down and
work with me. I'll kill two birds
at the same time he went on,
"getting some good advice and
help out of Linville wife, whom
I've been helping socially, and at
the same time show Brenda Leigh
that I'm not just spineless bach
elor, an habitual filler-in, an d
fourther-at-bridge" He turned
back to his work.
Meanwhile Susan Potter had lost
no time in carrying out her plan
to cook an extra special meal for
Bill, and get dolled up to eat it
with him. She had had Brenda
drop her off at the market as
soon as they reached town, and
there she bought thick lamb chops,
Bills favorite meat, and the max
ings for a vegetable salad: crisp
peppers, crisper lettuce, crimson
tomatoes and cool, smooth cucum-
bers. She also bought some ba-
naRas for shortcake, since ber-
ries were definitely out of season.
There would be time-if she hur-
ried-to make biscuits and have
| some of the dough left over for
the banana shortcake. And she did
| hurry, rushing into another store
on her way home to get a bottle
, of heavy cream. This would have
to be whipped, but that wouldn't
) take too long. There were pota.
toes in the icebox, which she'd
slice and fix with grated cheese.
Good coffee with IN of the
heavy cream would top off the
meal. And then she would settle
back and have a nice leisurely
talk with Bill. They hadn't had
one like that in long, long while.
The moment she reached home
she got into big apron and rush
ed to the kitchen.
She worked quickly and compe-
tently, and when everything was
ready, the biscuits to be baked
and the chops to be broiled, she
went upstairs and had a nice warm
bath. Getting out of the tub, she
put on cool green linen dress
which she had purchased tw 0
years before, when she and Bill
were going on a trip to the noun
tains. 1t was little tight, but
still looked nice on her. Besides,
it went well with the jade ear
rings Brenda had given her. She
stood for a time in front of the
mirror, cycling herself, and rather
liking what she saw.
Tomorrow, when she and Brenda
went to the beauty shop, h e
would have her hair curled. It
looked all right coiled the way it
was, but curled would look better.
1t would look softer, more femi-
nine. And Bill did like feminine
women. All very masculine men
were like that, Brenda had once
said.
She went downstairs, and was
just starting for the kitchen to
put the biscuits in the oven when
the telephone bell rang.
''Hello!" she said.
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