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TJ£r._ BEFORE LITZKRIIG RUPERT GRAYSON_J LS21_• — * -- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE “After we blow up the arsenal. asked Coral. . , “Well, I’m afraid it s got to be a bit vague—so much depends on chance—on how things work out you know. But two things are imporance — somehow or o must get hold of the key o arsenal. That’s really the key po sition on the island. If the w'°rS comes to the worst, and we have to fall back on the arsenal-well, we shall have ’em beat for the time being, at any rate. The sec ond important thing—or, rather, suppose it’s of the first in}P°r tance, really—is to get hold of the key of this gate, and smuggle us out of here, I don’t quite see how it’s going to be done, but if you could lay your hand on a duplicate key, somehow—Trent has one, you know—and then draw' the guard off for a moment w'bile w'e slip out—” Coral interrupted with a smile: "I think I can manage that. I’ve got Trent’s dope tablets—pretend ed I had insomnia; the idea struck me all of a sudden. They work in about half an hour. I’ll prepare a flask of wine for the sentries, and give it to them before I come in. Then, when it works ...” “Fine!” Gun put in. “But if you’re inside when the guard goes off to sleep, w'e’ve still got to break our way out.” “All right—then I’ll go out a lit tle before that, and wait till they are asleep.” “But Otto and Co.’ll be listen ing in, no doubt, and they’ll get suspicious if they don’t hear your voice—or if they hear you go, and you don’t get back. We won’t want THEM interferring.” Coral thought for a moment, then said; “Very well. Then you’ll have to prepare a long monologue, in which I shan’t have to speak. Oi l’ll ask if I can go upstairs. Or you can insist that I come out in the garden for a little while. Oh, we’ll find a way, somehow.” She was excited, her eyes glis tening and her lips slightly part ed. Gun surprised the expression in Tommy’s eyes as he looked at her. au rigm, ne agreea. j. sup pose it’s useless crossing bridges until we come to ’em—but I’d like to have a map of the route, all the same. Now, you’ll have to make them think that you’re pro gressing well with Tommy here, and that by tomorrow you’ll have him just where you want him. And they must believe that tomorrow night is the climax—that by the time you come back Tommy will be ready to do all that you—and they—want him to do.” Coral laughed. ‘‘They won’t love ME, will they.” Gun suddenly became grave. ‘‘That’s what I don't like about it—the danger to you.” ‘‘Don’t be ridiculous. Should I be working for X if I was worried about danger?” ‘‘I didn’t say YOU were wor ried—I said I was.” ‘‘Just don’t worry, then. Now, Tommy, I want you to drift into the bungalow with me, so that they can hear an affecting farewell be tween us. I could wish you were a better actor. So long, Gun!” ‘‘So long, Coral! And—good hunt ing.” “Amen!” Gun’s lazy eyes followed the pair across the lawn to the bungalow. He had heard men say that wom en were no good in offices, and that they were not capable of hold ing down executive jobs, or doing men’s work. Coral might not be any good in an office, but she certainly could hold down a man’s job, when it came to it. The time passed quickly in dis cussing various plans for dealing with the situation. “The job,” Gun remarked, "is plain enough. One, we’ve got to get out of here. Two, we’ve got to deal with Otto and Trent. Three, we’ve got to destroy all the planes but one—that we shall need to get away in. Four, we've got to blow up the arsenal, and, if possible, destroy the factory. Five, we’ve got to take the plane and get away.” ,, . , “Sounds good to me, grinned Tommy rubbing his palms to gether" delightedly. “It may do—but it’s a damned tall order, my boy.” “Dare say—but I’ve dealt with tall orders before, in my time.” Gun laughed softly. “So have I, I suppose. But this one seems a little different, or per haps that’s just my imagination.” “They can’t do more than kill us, at the worst,” Tommy grinned. Gun said nothing, but inwardly he thought: “That’s just it—they CAN, and if we fail they will.” They discussed the matter ex haustively until dinner time, and made a dozen plans, only to re ject them again, or to hold them in reserve. During the meal Tommy was in high spirits, and Gun had the greatest difficulty in stopping him from making some reference to the escape, which would almost certainly be heard through the microphone. He thanked the gods, too, that Trent and Otto would put his cheerfulness down to the fact that he was making progress with Coral. And this, Gun told himself, ivould be all to the good. But in thinking thus, he made no allow ance for Otto’s jealousy. After dinner they went out into the garden. The truth ot the matter is, Sun said, “that it’s quite impossi ble to make any cut-and-dried plan. It’s all a matter of chance. Anything may happen—and at any minute.” And just about that space of time after he had spoken, the truth of his words was proved in a very dramatic and unpleasant way. There were sounds . from the gate, and Gun exclaimed sharply: “Hullo! What’s in the wind now? That's Coral’s voice!” They turned back to the bunga low to meet her. She walked to ward the door with her usual graceful, rather„languid walk, but Gun sensed from the tensity of her figure that she was holding her self in, and that something had happened. When she saw them she made a hasty gesture to them to get back onto the lawn and 'then, being now out of sight of the guard, she hur-j ried up to them. “Something very awkward has happened. I don’t exactly know what it is, but they’ve received a message of some sort—by radio. I suppose. Anyway, it’s upset everything—because it means they’ve got to speed up their plans and now Otto says that unless ^1 can make Tommy talk tonight he s going to try physical torture—he’s got some fiendish plan he wants to try out on you. I believe, Tom my—and if that doesn't work he’s going to shoot you both out of hand." Tommy wmsuea soiuy. “That’s torn it,” he commented, in a ' low voice. “Hell!” said Gun, briefly. He thought for a moment, and then went on: “Well, there’s only one thing for it—we must act tonight, instead of tomorrow.” “I’m ready!” cried Tommy. “No doubt!” retorted Gun, dry ly. “But the trouble is that Coral isn’t. It’s she who needs the time.” “That’s so,” Coral agreed. “How on earth am I going to get hold of that arsenal £ey—tonight?” “Trent keeps it—on him?” Gun inquired, sharply. “Yes. It’s on his key-ring.” “Then listen: This may not work, of course, but it’s just a chance. Here's what we’ve got to do—or. really, what Coral has to do, since the majority of the onus is on her. We’ll go back to the bungalow, and have a general talk. Then I’ll tactfully suggest going up to bed, and leaving you two to it. Then you’ll have to do your stuff—stage your show. And the outcome will be. Tommy, that you will give in, and tell Coral to inform Otto and Trent that if they bring the money over with them in the morning, you're pre (Continued on Page Eleven) THIS CURIOUS WORLD BFye™':r j ■— WITH A FARE OH ONLY 0/V£ CSV7 A MILE, IT WOULD COST 7lV£A/7y-S/X’ /B/Z-jL/OAV ZDOI./LA&-S TO TRAVEL TO THE /V£A/?^S7~ vS754/?. 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