Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 April 1942 — Page 19

TUESDAY, APRIL 7, 1942

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Serial Story— Mexican

Masquerade

By Cecil Carnes

CHAPTER ELEVEN NO MAN HOWEVER brave can hear himself sentenced to die unmoved. A chill trickled up Allan's spine and down again; his lps tightened to a straight line; but they gid not tremble, and he forced his eves to meet the steady gaze fixed upon him by Watanabe. He did not speak, for there was 80 obviously nothing to say. ‘I have the authcrity to execute vou immediately,” continued the Japanese thoughtfully, “but I preto wait little—just a little while, senor! It happens you have rived at an awkward moment for us. My superior officer here, Gen. Raron Kazunari Sagova, who §s in charge of these operations, is absent at present on a short business trip north—to your own country, in fact. You are reprieved until he returns, I think he may wish to question you before you —er—leave us!” Allan cleared his throat. He tried to think of something to say, but his thoughts were rather badly confused for the moment. Before anything useful occurred to him,

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“You will be placed on a neighboring island which we use for the detention of undesirables. You will have some freedom of movement, but vou will not attempt to escape, senor! There are guards there who are expert marksmen—and the waters of this gulf are teeming with man-eating sharks. I consider it only fair to warn you of these deadly dangers.” “Thank you,” said chanically. Watanabe tock up the automatic and put it in a drawer of his desk. He examined the field glasses casually “You may keep these, senor,” he announced generously, but spoiled the effect by adding naively: “I have a better pair of my own already.” He handed them with a word in Japanese to the guard, who hung them over Allan's shoulder by their'strap. “That is all for now, senor. We will meet again, I'm sure. At last Allan could say something with sincerity, “I hope so!" he declared grimly. The blindfold was replaced. With the guard in front and the Eurasian behind, he was led back the way had come. He took a long breath of the hot. humid air when the last door was passed; it was good toe be above-ground once more. Still blindfolded. he was placed in a launch. Only the guard was with hin now. When the putt-putt ceased and the boat's nose grated against a dock, the man removed the bandage. He held a revolver in one hand while he loosed Allan's bonds with the other. “You make trouble, I shoot!” he said in halting Spanish. = = 2 THEN ALLAN was free at last to stretch his cramped arms. He scrambled onto the dock, and the launch was promptly backed away. He straightened thankfully, and found himself looking into a pair of heaven-blue eves. They belonged to the girl he had seen through the glasses. She ‘was prettier at this close range, and much prettier than the photograph he had studied so carefully before leaving San Diego “Hullo!” he said. Sargent, I believe!” “O-o0-oh!” gasped the girl breathlessly. “Who are you?” “Allan Steele.” He held out a partially numbed hand. “I'm glad to find you at last, Miss Sargent. I've been looking for you!” “Looking for me?” repeated Kay Sargent, and as the idea seemed to register on her mind, she drew back the breath she had lost in one long inhalation. “Thank heaven!” she cried softly. “I'd begun to think nobody was ever going to do anything! It's nearly two months now since we were brought here by force, and not a sign from home!” “Huh? You didnt meet Harry) Bishop?” “Harry Bishop? No. Who is «RE bo

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your father and you, but—er—came back without locating you. And where is your father, Miss Sargent?” “He's over there,” said Kay, nodding toward the island Allan had just left. She added bitterly: “A

prisoner! As I am here!" “But why? Why has this outfit kidnapped you two?” “I don’t know!" she answered, and the despair in her tone gave him a hint of the torture she had suffered from uncertainty. “If I knew that perhaps I could do something about it.” “Seems to be a Chinese puzzle with a Japanese polish. I know your father came here on some mission for our government, but they didn't give me the details. Just what was he after?” “He never told me. very—careful. And since they brought us here I have had no chance to talk with him. Every day, at six in the afternoon. two guards bring him to the shore of that island. We see each other and wave our hands. They do that so I'll know he's all right and he'll see T am. I don't believe they illtreat him, but—oh. he seems to look 20 years older than when we left the States!” =o = ® “NOW, NOW-—thumbs up!" he urged her hurriedly, detecting the shine of tears in her eyes. “We'll bust this racket yet!” “C-can you really help us?” she demanded. “Aren't you a prisoner. too, Mr.—Mr.—?" “Steele. My friends call me Allan, though—and I suppose yours call you Kay, don't they? Let's start right out on a Kay and Allan basis, shall we? I've a notion we'll be good friends before we get out from behind this eight-ball.” . “I hope so—Allan. Father and I —need a friend.” “Come to thing of it, haven't you one already? Who was that you

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de Fontanelle!” She brightened and smiled as she uttered the name. “Pierre's a dear. He does little things to make me comfortable, and he tries to keep me cheerful. He's French.” “I thought so from the way he talks.” “You've met him?” asked Kay, eyebrows arching in surprise. “No—seen him. He waves his hands. You look out, Kay, or some time when he's chatting with you he'll get really excited and maybe give you a nasty clip on the jaw.”

She drew back her head at that *and laughed. little laugh, musical as a run on the piano, and it did queer things to Allan's insides. He regarded her

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an orchid, or a drink of spring | water to a zombie cocktail. And if orchids and zombies are all right in their way, he mused, a man does | better over the long hard pull on a | det of daisies and water. He won{dered if he was going to fall in love with Kay Sargent. “Who is De Fontanelle?” he asked, and actually sounded a trifle | jealous. “What's he doing here?” | “He's a prisoner—like us. He came the day after I did. He's a geologist, he told me. He "was pros- | pecting those mountains over there for mineral deposits when the Jap‘anese picked him up. They said he | was spying on them, He says they're | crazy!” “Yeah? If they're crazy, it's in ‘a big way. The chief of the outfit is a general and a baron; next in command is a Japanese Army colonel, and there's a scientist with (eves as sharp as microscopes! Very | distinguished bunch of lunatics, I'd say. But this De Fontanelle—what

lis he politically? That counts now- |

jadays.”

“He's Free French. He's a great

admirer of Gen. de Gaulle and he (turns purple if you mention Vichy.” “Sounds okay,” conceded Allan. e glanced at his wrist watch “They parade over your father at 6? It's just that now” “And there he comes! I'd walked {down here to wait for him, and | found you just arriving.” | (To Be Continued)

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