Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 July 1941 — Page 25

"THURSDAY, JULY 31, 1941

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By A. W. O'BRIEN

YESTERDAY: Lieutenant Rollins discovers hit “prisoner” is the same nurse who had attracted his attention earlier in the day. She explains she came out on deck te smoke a cigaret. The next day, Rollins awakes te discover the convoy is moving out to sea. The troops are being given an enthusiastic send-off by people lined up on shore. Later, the signal sounds for lifeboat drill, and Rollins is disturbed to find the pretty nurse preoccubpied in looking at something through binoculars,

CHAPTER FOUR

LONG AFTERWARD, the officers aboard Troopship “T 9” traced the atmosphere of impending tragedy to the evening of sailing as a mantie of misty gray blanketed the Nova Scotian coastline and Canada had been pushed back over the horizon, | leaving only bleak ocean stretches | visible in the fading light. The] lonely setting contrasted unhappily with the gay departure scenes and, too, the convoy was running into a steadily increasing swell, Lifebelts were to be worn at all times during the crossing and lifeboat drills would cover all possible situations including one wherein the men would be eating in the various messes and have the regular pass-| ageways blocked, forcing them to] get to their stations vig Kitchen and | furnace room exits. At night strictest enforcement would be given blackout regulations and no rubbish of any description] was to be thrown overboard at any time except 10 o'clock nightly. That Was to prevent any possibility of the enemy tracing the convoy by floating cardboard, empty cans and] other debris. | Several “casualties” were missing! from the evening table. Greg Rollins| had felt a little squeamish, but a brandy, dry ginger ale ang lemon juice had brought an amazing recovery. Lieutenant Harry Miley held out up to the turkey when, with napKin to mouth he rushed from the mess while his tablemates roared with laughter “Bad business—a hangover in a rolling sea,” remarked Captain Tees to Rollins, “and especially when youre slated for orderly officer duty.”

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= = = ROLLINS FELT he should also volunteer, but he had other plans in mind — that bridge tournament. for instance Thirty-two nurses had signed the entry sheet and the same number of officers had promptly volunteered. Greg was

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one of them—and he had taken the pains to find out a certain ri’s name. She was Nursing Sister Joan Davaar, with residence listed as Ottawa. He was among the first officers to go up to “A lounge that evening where the bridge was being played. One quick glance found ner seated on a divan in the corner, reading. Rollins clicked his Rollins heels and bowed to the matron be-|c:, ; fore stepping smartly across to the girl. She looked uv unsmilingly.

{they were calling one another by their first names. Afterwards, at the bar, they enjoyed a nightcap together, although she admitted that the rolling of the ship had bothered her slightly whilé gazing at the cards. “What do you say to a brisk

“It would certainly straighten you up.” She looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. “You mean that you will actually allow me to walk

evening, ; = on deck tonight. Last time you

Sister” greeted cheerily, “My name js! + : Ey Gregory Rollins of the Royal a LUIS avn revolver Westmount Regiment and I am|'D Pahd—Temember? most anxious to be your partner rt B #

in this tournament. I am here”— OUTSIDE IT WAS amazingly he patted his hips— “totally un-|dark. No moon lighted the gray armed tonight!” mass of ocean, ahd a strangely inIt was quite impossible te re-|triguing wind moaned ceaselessly. sist his charming manner. She|They walked toward the stern, smiled in reply. Greg happily conscious of the girl's “I'd be delighted, Lieutenant Rol- arm in his. lins, my name is...” . “Hey, you two, ever hear of He held up one hand and slipped Lights Out’—its 11:30.” The tall onto the divan beside her, “Miss|figure looming behind the couple Joan Davaar. I've already sleuthed burst into sudden laughter. out your identity.” Rollins jerked his arm away and She raised her eyebrows inturned around. It was Tees! amused surprise. “And to what| “Sister Davaar, this is my friend, am I indebted for this intensive|Capt. Syd Tees.” He shouted the Sherlocking?” introduction above the wind. “Tonights pinch-hitting orderly officer and a prize butter-inner!” They all laughed and nmioved off together to the nearest door. They stood in the corridor chatting for some minutes before she glanced at her watch. “It really is late—I'm glad to have met you, Captain, and”—she extended a hand to Greg—“thanks a milion for a very Pleasaitt eve. ning.” With a par le, she around

“If your werent so duced formal in your marner and uniform and if this were only a college prom,” Rolling came back, “I'd he tempted to say that I'm quite irresponsible where blue-eved blonds are concerned—even when, unfortunately, said interest isn't reciprocoated” : The nurse was a superb companion as well as a polished bridge player who smoothed over a number of Greg's obvious misplays.

{turn or twe on deck?” suggested]

Asjturned the evenings play came to a close bend in

WITHIN A FEW minutes, Rollins was in his bunk. He had carefully placed his overcoat and lifebelt on the chair beside his bed. A miniature searchlight was tucked under his pillow. The cabin was snug and warm after the chilling February

wind on deck. The bed was soft and white. He awoke with a start. It must have been hours later. A sergeantmajor with a military police band on the arm of his oilsking was standing by his bed. “Please take your dressing gown and slippers only, Lieutenant Rollins, and report immediately to Colonel Stephenson. His order, Sir!” There were military police crowded outside the cabii of the “O. C. Troops.” They snapped to attention as he rushed by them to find a naval lieutenant-commander, the adjutant and medical officer with the colonel. Rollins noticed with some wonderment that the hands on the desk clock in front of the colonel pointed to 3:40. Colonel Stephenson indicated a chair. “Sit down, Rollins, and tell us when and where you saw your roommate last!” Rollins sat down automatically. “I saw Captain Tees at about 11:30, Sir. as . . . has anything happened?” The colonel wheeled around and gazed thoughtfully into the lieutenant’s eyes: “Yes, Mr. Rollins, something has happened, and it's quite a nasty business. Some time within the last two hours, Captain Sydney Tees was savagely bayoneted to death on ‘A’ deck!”

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