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Caribbean Crisis By Eaton K. Goldthwaite

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE BILL: TALCOTT shed his coat and cleared the rail with a running headlong leap. After the clean, warm tub of the Caribbean, New York harbor was chilling cold and foul. Kicking off his shoes hé came up for breath. Webber von Stampf was making a lot of motions but he wasn't making much time. 1ere was a launch, though, that was taking more than casual interest in the proceedings. Talcott went down again and shed his pants. When up the launch was perilously near. It closed in. And then from a rail a smoke puff showed and a shot zinged the water. Talcott under. Kicking, sweeping like a frog, He felt the pressure as the launch passed above him, and then directly ahead he saw the Nazi agent's thrashing feet. He was almost on them when the thrashing stopped. and the feet started upward. With a powerful kick he closed in with a smashing tackle about the knees Talcott rolled him over. The old] game. His fingers closed in the waist of the Nazi's trousers and he yanked them to his knees. Then he came up beside the launch for air. A boat was coming from the Blue Petrel, another from the quarantine scow. Shots from the launch were being answered, with interest, from both quarters. When a yell of surprise from the launch announced that Talcott’'s presence had been discovered, he went down again. Constantine-Webber-von Stampf, he that could “come and go as he willed,” was on the surface a short distance away, attempting to rid

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himself of the burgeoning pants. Bill Talcott gave him a new source of] worry by hooking into his coat | collar and starting to swim straight down. Utterly powerless, the man who| had offered June Paterson's life in| exchange for paper, followed. His] wig was gone. His eyes were distended in terror and great bubbles arose from his mouth. And as they | went ever deeper, the ineffectual | struggles ceased. | And then Talcott turned. The red | bottom of the launch was gone; the |

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place. Grinning, he grasped the baron’s chin and pulled him to the] surface. = = 2 WHEN BILL TALCOTT came up in dry clothing, she was waiting. She sighed and said, “You are wonderful,” as though she'd lost an argument with herself. And although Captain Pringle and Leonard Halsey too had come up by that time, it was mainly to her that he said, “I suspected Constantine and Webber of being the same person when I realized that I had never seen the two of them at the same time. The night after I was attacked I came down from the boat deck and almost fell over him, supposedly asleep in a chair. “He had come down from New York as Webber, a tailor on his first vacation in twenty years. Yet, instead of taking the trip through the islands, he stopped over in Saint Thomas. That gave him opportunity to contact Martha Swenson—Swantzig, his agent in Martiniqgue. In order to check up on Struthers the pair of them had Jackson, the smuggler, drop them at Abas island to give credence to the girl's story that she was aj refugee. But the professor's being there just didn’t click, and I'd have suspected him then if I hadn’t had a few things of my own to worry about. “You see, he had taken advantage of a technicality in the Federal Chemical setup, the business of having the auditor take over when a shortage was discovered. He worked

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tary; sending Von Stampf down on a different boat to make contact at the island so that MacDowell and I could be disposed of on the way home. They wanted to make it appear as if I was so guilty I'q killed MacDowell and then jumped over- | board to swim ashore. They killed] Sebastien because they wanted him out of the way. They could brook no interference in what they planned to do on Abas island.

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HALSEY SAID, “I'm beginning to have an idea what that was. I recall that at the time I thought it was rather strange Struthers should order 500 barrels of oil before he'd even set foot on the island.” “Bxactly. The plan was to make Abas Island a base. Acting as conservator of the company’s assets, Struthers could carry on the business as usual. He could order double the amount of oil and food he needed and have Jackson transship the surplus to raiders lying off the] coast. i “Their biggest trouble was that

they overdid it. Instead of making] up some kind of a report which! might have worried me plenty, he was so damned sure that Halsey would deliver the report straight to Winters’ secretary he just filled] the envelope with plans of defense works that had been traced in invisible ink by Martha Swenson— Swantzig. She didn't dare bring them into New York for fear of! discovery, and Baron von Stampf| could never be sure how long his disguise as Constantine would serve

and when I broke into his cabin and stole the report from him, they hit their second snag. “From then on von Stampf had to get me, but he had to keep me alive until the plans were delivered. His other accomplice, the steward, was in irons and he needed help so he made his greatest mistake by putting the finger on Martha Swenson. Even his reappearance at the door as Constantine and his heroic disarming of her were unconvincing. She could have shot me a dozen times if she'd wanted to.” June Paterson murmured, “But of course she didn't want to. Not you, you big handsome Casanova!” Bill Talcot flushed to the roots of his hair. “I've taken just about enough from you, young lady! I'm geing to turn you over my knee right now!” “You think so?” Talcott!” Capt. Seth Pringle hooked his hands through Halsey's and Lowell Byrd's arms. “Got something I want to show you,” he remembered suddenly. And then, when they were a little distance away, “Gosh, ain't they a nice couple, though? Just look at her stand up to him— Nope. Better not look now!” (THE END)

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