Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 April 1942 — Page 19

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ghore. He. the officer and Kay had come to their feet to watch events from the doorway of the house. Escobar's face was set and grim. “Yes,” he said. “Now I comprehend certain hints I have had from Asia. It is Germany working with this Japanese front! And Asia is the Nazi agent, which accounts for

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her authority over Watanabe!” He added after a “I fear, we have lost the last trick.” Allan!

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yes.” confirmed Escobar sourly. h Vichv-livered Frenchng out to greet his Ger-

De doing exactly that. His launch was putt-putting toward the plane, he seated in the stern. A panel slid back in the side of the bomber and several heads stuck out, their owners staring at tne approaching visitor. When the launch was 20 paces from its goal, a harsh challenge rang out. De Fontahelle stopped his engine promptly and curved away till his craft was floating parallel with the bomber. He stood up, but his back was turned to the plane and he seemed to be looking at the three persons grouped in the doorway of the prison bungalow. He threw up his head to shout, and the words came to them clarion-clear across the water. “Vive la France!” He turned like lightning to face the plane, His right arm went back, then snapped forward. Some object he had been holding—it looked like a small stick—went hurtling through the air to strike the bomber square amidship. There was a great sheet of red flame, a cloud of greasy black smoke, before the crash of the explosion reached the bungalow. When the smoke rolled away, there was no plane, no launch — no Pierre! “That was thought Allan.

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FROM BESIDE him, he heard the swish of metal upon metal. He turned his head. Escobar had drawn his long machete from its scabbard. Facing the spot where Pierre had vanished, he was stand-

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of his bright sword raised to the visor of his cap. A moment he held the pose, a statue in khaki: then he relaxed and sent the machete ringing into its sheath. He looked gravely at Allan and Kay Sargent. . “My friends,” he said quietly, “we have just seen the death of a véry brave man!” “But—but why?” cried Kav, almost tearfully. “Why gid he do BY “You don’t understand, senorita? De Fontanelle was no traitor to his country after all, no faint-hearted defeatist. He was an out-and-out Free Frenchman! Free in spirit, that is. but chained in body. The Nazis controlled his actions, because they could threaten injury to his mother, in Paris. The old German

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game! And now, young lady, we know why a man, hearing of his mother's death. may show elation! —> “Escobar!” broke in Allan fran. tically; while listening, he had been watching the rurales returning to action on the peninsula. “They've got a battery of field pieces! Stop them, man—for God's sake, stop them! That whole island is a maga- | zine of high explosive—!" | He spoke too late. So did the colonel of rurales, who had promptly bellowed a mighty “Hola!” at his distant men. Four small cannon let go with a roar, their well-aimed projectiles bursting against a squat concrete turret in the center of the main island. So much Allan glimpsed before the world came temporarily to an

terrific concussion flung him to the ground, where his body broke Kay's fall as she was thrown on top of him. The earth, the water and the skies were ali gyrating in a mad circle. The center of the big island seemed to split open, throw itself up in the air, then crash slowly down upon its own ruins. A pillar of fire rose from the debris like flames from the crater of a volCANO. . . . “Or, God! Allan! father—my father—!” ® 2 ®

“STEADY, DEAR! He may be unhurt in that deep cell where they kept him. I'll go right over—" He scrambled to his feet and ran across to where their guards, who had gone over in a body to the defense of the island, had left one launch. He was getting in when Escobar landed beside him. “I'm with you, senor! You'll take

Allan! My

Dr. Sargent, stunned and confused | but quite uninjured and able to

pull his wits together when Allan:

spoke. “Kay told me they put your car in a garage on the mainland. Right? I'll take you over there, | then, After, I'll fetch Kay.” He | waited impatiently as the old man got together some papers and put them carefully in an inner pocket of his coat. “Youre lucky to be ‘unhurt, sir. I expect it was shells from a field gun that touched it off.” | “Perhaps. Or perhaps it was {Poona Gungas. I saw the begin‘ning of the fight. Came down here when it got too hot. Watanable and ‘Dr. Ishizuka were both killed by machine gun bullets—and Gungas

‘had orders to blow up the magaend. It was like all the earthquakes Zine if the island seemed likely to

he had ever felt rolled into one. A | fall”

A look of deep satisfaction came to the scientist's face. “At least those yellow devils got none of the stuff—and there's plenty of raw material left for us!”

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ALLAN FERRIED him across to the peninsula and escorted him to a corrugated tin shed where the Sargent car had been placed when its owner was taken. He left the old man tinkering happily with it, and promising to bring Kay in a hurry, he stepped from the building. He paused abruptly as he spied Escobar and Asia some hundred yards to his left. He slipped behind a clump of cactus and watched as the colonel bowed the lady into a small tool-shed, slammed the door on her, snapped a padlock shut and put the key in {his pocket; then he turned away and strode to a launch, which he boarded and headed for the prison island.

care of the old gentleman while I go after the lady! Asia, too, had underground quarters.” “Mmph. I'd damn’ near forgotten Asia. Hold fast!” “Forgotten Asia? Tut, tut, she wouldn't like that” And the colonel added significantly as the boat shot away from the dock: “I think she’d much rather I'd forget her.”

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into boats and barges; they must have been surprised by the cataclysm, but were moving to profit by it. The rocky beach at last, and the two men sprang ashore. Escobar headed inland as if he knew exactly where to go. while Allan sped te the iron door in the rock. It was unlocked, as was the inner And thére on the bed wm

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“S80 Asia's a prisoner herself now!” muttered Allan, and contemplated the tool-shed pensively. | “B'gosh—I'll chance it!” | He walked to the shed, picking {up a short iron bar as he went. Most of the rurales were over on the captured island; the few he met merely smiled politely and seemed to take el americano for granted. Nobody saw him as he thrust the

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SCHRICKER TO TALK TO VETERANS’ CLUB

Governor Schricker is to address the Lutheran service club at 6:30 p. m. Thursday at a ladies’ night program at the AthenaeumTurners. Clarence F. Elbert will be toastmaster and the Athenatum symorchestra will play under the irection of Constantine Borshoff.

The safety legion quartet will sing.

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