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- MONDAY, JAN. 22, 1940

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"By RUTH AYRES

CAST OF CHARACTERS i MARY CARROLL — American fashion Sxpert, in Lonuon during wartime. | VINCENT GREGG—Soldier of fortune in love with Mary.

CARLA MARCHETTA — A Lonaon socialite.

DR. GILBERT LENOX-—Surgeon, serv ing witn Britisn Army. . YESTERDAY—Vincent summans Mary, He is in a jam, realizes Scotland Yard is hunting him. He begs her| to com with him. They ride out o _London 160 a small airport. A plane is waiting. Vincent paints an attractive word pie ture of a honeymoon in the desert Mary begs him to stay and face punish; ment. He drags her to the plane.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE MARY DREW back with new- ¢ found strength. iE “Vincent, you're playing [the part of a fugitive. Youll bel hunt down, perhaps killed. I'm willing to wait for you. You canlt on You owe it. to yourself to stay! Y owe it to me!” = | He turned and there was sométhing in his face she had never seen there before. In review, every thing came into focus. She thought —he’s a soldier, yes, but willing to

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He’s likeable and charming hut there’s nothing behind it. No matter where he flies, there’ll always be a day of reckoning just over the horizon. And some day he won't be lucky enough to escape it. | “There’s not another second, spare. Coming with me?” | She stared at him. “Please—for my sake,” she tried to say. | He shook off her hand from ‘his arm. “So long,” he said almost & Jauntily, “I love you, but I'd rather face a firing squad than stay here & prisoner. If you won't go with me, I'm going alone.” i As a mechanic stepped out ¢ the plane, Vincent leaped in, pulling on helmet and goggles. The plane taxied along the runway and then: lifted, its wings at sharp angles against the morning sun, | Standing there motionless, Mary knew then that when he went, some part of her life went with him.: Always, she'd remember the way he'd smiled and the crooked lift of his eyebrow. He loved he —the gay part of it—the carefre part. She knew, too, that Vincent had planned all this. The borrowed car, the waiting plane. He'd even used! her to shield his getaway. Yes, he'd rather die than be imprisoned. rhaps he was in this 8py plot deeper than she knew. ” ” 2 d TURNING TOWARD Vincent's car, Mary saw another auto pulling down the sandy road. Startled, she thought it was a Scotland Yard patrol. Instead, she began to tremble when she saw Gilbert. Lenox’s red head. She ran towards him, her arms outstretched. “Oh, Gilbert,” she cried. “You're the one person in all the world I want to see most. Vincent's gone. . I couldn't stop him ” . i

“I know.” Gilbert put her head against his shoulder. “As soon as you walked out of the hospital, I knew I had to follow you, foolish, loyal little idiot that you are. | I kept track of you when you joined Vincent at the tobacco shop. Ther were some awful minutes whew thought you might weaken and try . to go with him. But when I guessed his destination was this air field, something told me you would stay

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Mary broke down in the comforting protection of Gilbert's strong arms. “I'll have to go to Scotland Yard at once,” she began in a - strangled voice. “It’s my fault that Vincent got away.” |

“Come on,” Gilbert said gently,|} “although I've a hunch you don’t|} have to worry. The morning papers | are filled with your wonderful feat.|} You're England's heroine today |— |} end I'm proud you have my name.” She could only stare at him, all|F her heart looking out of her eyes.|f

She'd wanted to spare him this

hateful publicity—and here he was, | |

glowing with pride in her.

In Inspector Babcock’s office, it was as busy as it had been hours|}

before in the excitement of Carla Marchetta’s capture. | The ifispector, saw Mary and

‘beckoned to her. “My dear, I know :

what you're going to tell me. Vincent Gregg got away—but it’s not your fault. And it really doesn’t matter

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saved and we've had a full confession from Felix, the Marchetta woman’s real confederate. There's time enough to get the other members of the ring.” { He leaned closer, his eyes fatherly as they rested on her drawn face. “Because of the great service ybu've

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nothing worse to your sweetheart than to exile him. And now. he’s done that himself.” | “Thank you!” Mary's head dropped. No time now to explain to Inspector Babcock that Vincent was no longer her sweetheart. Her last loyalty to him had ended when he'd

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2 an GILBERT WAS waiting for her in his car outside. “All set?” and he was smiling. Joy at the sight of him overflowed in Mary. This red-headed doctor was so strong, so steady, so exactly everything that a real man

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“It's like coming home,” ‘ she sighed as she leaned against him. “You bet it is,” Gilbert said “I've loved you right frgm the start—in the air raid that first night and from the minute you were brought into the hospital as Anna Winters.” { Anna's name brought a thousand memories flooding . Anna “Winters, the dear, gentle . English girl who'd died on |the But Anna, dead, had lived on in the happiness she'd at last brought to the girl who'd taken her name. | “No time for tears,” Gilbert was saying, his handkerchief patting her cheeks. | If all Scotland Yard had been lookiig from the windows,| he

? wouldn't have cared as he bent to

kiss her. ~ As if it had been a signal, sun broke through the London | fog.

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mured, “the sun shines on.” | No blackout could ever her happiness again.

—— | The End.

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