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Murder In

Convoy

By A. W. O'BRIEN

YESTERDAY Greg is dancing with Joan the following night, when the spotlight shines on Joan's hair and Rollins suddenly remembers where he saw her before. He leaves abruptly. Later that night, he hides behind a lifeboat on “A” deck, He sees some figures, hears a ghot. Leaping form his concealed position, he covers one of the figures with his revolver. It is Joan, The other, Miley, is sprawled out on the deck— dead. Rollins turns Joan in to the colonel, explains that he first saw her in the German Embassy office in Ottawa before the war.

CHAPTER TEN

“WARSHIPS on the horizon!” From mouth to mouth, shortly after daybreak the next day—fourth morning at sea—the cry swept excitedly through “T 9.” No alarm was felt among the troops because the warships escorting the passenger liners and freighters were not making any move in the direction of the newcomers—this must be the Atlantic rendezvous point where a heavy naval force from the Royal Navy was to bolster the already large escort and allow a number of Royal Canadian Navy warships to return to home patrol. Soon the ocean seemed alive with men-of-war. Destroyers and slick submarine chasers were fanning out in a giant circle around the convoy while the warships that had come from Canada edged in closer to the escorted vessels. Aboard “T 9” there was an unbelievable silence about Lieut. Miley’s murder the night before. Rollins, Capt. Murdoch, the med{cal officer and two sentries who had first-hand knowledge of the tragedy were summoned before Col. Stephenson within a half hour after Rollins had taken the girl into custody. All were ordered, under severe penalty, to keep absolute silence about the happening “until the court martial convenes upon arrival at our destination.” = t-3

“I HAVE A definite purpose behind that order,” the colonel had said curtly, “and I know you are all soldiers enough to realize that the situation warrants unusual precautions. I have had Lieut. Miley's body stored awav in refrigeration while the prisoner will be kept in a guarded cabin, alone. “The medical officer will announce in the mornirg that two suspected cases of diphtheria have been discovered and the patients—it will soon get out that Miley and Nurse Davar are missing — have been placed in quarantine. That is all.” In the morning Rollins brought a written statement to the colonel. “My compliments to you, Mr. Rollins, on a most complete report, I! have not vet decided whether we ghall file this statement with the court martial. Instead, we feel rather inclined to file a laudatory report on your excellent work in bringing this investigation to a sueccessful close.” Rollins was obviously taken aback. *But, Sir, I deliberately . . “I know what you are going to gay, Rollins,” interrupted the colonel, “but neither Murdoch nor I have the least doubt about your motives, and while you may have been led temporarily astray by urges not uncommon to young officers, you vindicated yourself by acting like an officer conscious of his duty when the crisis came. Rollins broke the silence. “Thank you, Sir, and I do appreciate your generosity. But, under no conditions, would I wish for any commendation for any service I may have rendered. If it is possible, please do not mention my name in any special role. You see, Sir"— his voice came perilously near breaking—“I feel enough like a Judas as it is, and although the evidence against Nurse . Davaar seems absolutely—" The colonel stood up, his hard face melting into surprisingly soft lines.

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ABOARD THE battle cruiser commanding the convoy, Captain Leedscourt, V. C, was fingering a “sideboard” as he stood on the bridge reading a decoded message flashed a few minutes before from one of the newly arrived destroyers. His face lighted with pleasure as he read the name at the bottom of the signal, “Reply also in code because the party to whom it is directed is sailing incognito, to the effect that I

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Secret Service sources, there was every indication that the enemy would make a major attack on the troopship convoy. The convoy would carry on and invite the enemy attack, but— Capt. Leedscourt beamed as he read with obvious satisfaction—the enemy would encounter major opposition unhindered by accompanying troopships. The plan called for “T 1” and “T 2” to proceed together with all freighters and the newly arrived Royal Navy Flotilla along the original route. “T 1” and “T 2,” it was explained, carried no troops, only cargo. They had been designed to serve as decoys in the convoy. That night, as soon after sunset as Capt. Leedscourt deemed advisable, he was to have the nine troopcarrying liners drop from the main

inal escorting force veer off into a northerly route. A fast destroyer, acquainted with his route, would bring fresh orders when the time came to return to the original course. “It is obvious,” Leedscourt commented, “that the admiral plans to draw the enemy attack, beat them into submission and then have the troopships sail right through the scene of action. A junior officer rapped on the captain's door and stepped inside, saluting smartly. “Geg pardon, sir. There's one of our aircraft carriers accompanied by a battle cruiser to port, also approaching from the southeast!” Capt. Leedscourt, V. C., sniffed audibly. “Getting rather crowded out there. Romely is growing unbecomingly cautious in his waning

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