Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 August 1941 — Page 19

WEDNESDAY, AUG. 6, 1941 THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES PAGE 19,

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“That might be difficult, Greg,” ghe replied, her face sobering. “But when do you get leave?” “Well, we go directly to Aldercshot Camp, and if all goes as scheduled, I'm due for a 48-hour leave after 10 days. And you?” Joan squeezed his hand. “Do You plan to go to London—with all the bombing going on?” “I plan”—he spoke deliberately =“to go wherever you'll be. . . .” Joan's face lighted. “I've got it! WeTe due for a special gas course in a hospital on the outskirts of I.ondon. have most evenings free during the course. “Perhaps I could meet you on the 11th night after landing at a little restaurant on Greek street in the

Soho. I used to adore it . . , the name is ‘Welcome Snail’ and it fairly reeks of bygone cenguriés. ... “Sold!” agreed Greg enthusiastically. “It's a date followed by

the Palladium—if it's still on Oxford Circus. .. > He paused abruptly. mental orchestra had devised a “Lucky Spotlight” scheme whereby a pocket searchlight beam fitted around the dimly lighted lounge near the end of each dance and rested upon some nurse who was then permitted to suggest her favorite number for the next dance. The beam had rested directly on Joan's blond hair. Rollins felt his heart pumping. . That light on her hair. . . Now he was recalling where he had seen her before. . . It had been in an office. . She had been standing behind a filing cabinet,

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was the office of. . . . His face went chalk white. . . There was no mistaking the fantastic truth. . . . Without a word, he wheeled around and left the girl staring after him in hurt bewilderment! = 2 =

THERE WAS A blanket of moonless black over “A” deck and a grewling nor’wester was roaring endlessly through the rigging. Salty spray bit into Rollins’ eyes as he furtively watched the sentry shuffle along the slippery deck toward the stern. Quickly he slipped across to the lifeboat he had already selected, loosened a tarpaulin rope, and Brawled under the canvas. The uminated dial on his watch told it was 11:55 p. m. When again he looked at his watch it was 12:30 . . . he tensed Suddenly as the door just down the deck began opening slowly! A dark figure slipped out and glued itself like a dark smudge against the deck wall for a minute. Then it moved like a cat to the rail.

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He ripped back the canvas with one hand and pulled out his service revolver with the other, but even as he vaulted from the lifeboat onto the deck he saw from a corner of his eye a second dark figure from the shadow of an emergency raft and rush toward the other at the rail! A revolver shot cut through the howling wind! Rollins streaked around the lifeboat. One of the figures was sprawled on the deck—the other bending over. “Reach!” snarled Rollins. Slowly the figure straightened, holding hands outward. In one was a small silver-plated revolver. Greg snatched it and wheeled the figure around, It was Joan Davaar!

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WITHOUT SAYING a word, he smelled the barrel of the. silverplated revolver. It had just been fired. Silently, she gave him a small flashlight, curiously shaped. He pushed her aside and bent over the sprawled figure. °* Even in the meager light, Rollins could see the face quite plainly. Lieutenant Harry Miley was very dead. He gripped Joan by the arm and led her through the door. Inside, he spoke to her for the first time. “You are under arrest. Anything you say shall be held against you.” Joan's face was white. She didn't answer. ~ Colonel Stephenson listened at-

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rpet. “To which, Sir,” Rollins conecluded in a dull monotone, “I must add a personal confession of my deliberate concealment of suspicious knowledge about this girl. “Only tonight did I realize how wrong I was. Blame it on infatuation, if you will, Sir , , .” Joan’s head raised, and he felt her eyes on him, “but the fact remains that I failed to follow orders by not reporting what now are shown as vitally important details which might have prevented Miley from being murdered—and, possibly, Syd Tees.” Col. Stephenson turned to the girl. “Did you kill Lieut. Miley?” She lifted her eyes to his. “Yes.” “Why?” “I do not wish to answer at the present.” “Very well,” commented the colonel. “Did you also kill Tees?” Joan paused: “Confession to one killing should be sufficient for you.” The colonel grunted. “Undoubtedly it will be.” He turned to Rollins. “You mentioned that your suspicion became definite tonight. Why?” Rollins spoke without emotion. “My suspicion, deliberately concealed, became confirmed tonight during the dance when the searchlight beam was turned on Sister Davaar. “I recalled having seen her before in an office with sunlight on her hair, That office”’—he took a deep breath—“was in the German embassy at Ottawa!” (To Be Continued)

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