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SERIAL STORY MURDER IN CONVOY '"Mary was a until I got her in my dutches with too much tea and coffee. She devel- oped caffeine-nerves. Her eyes fairly flashed fire all the time. Then some meddler told her what was the matter and per- suaded her to try Postum and I lost out." J-J*dchs, narvousnea* and s!ep- leaeneaa .- tha warning atonal* of raffwna nerve s, caused by drinking oo Much tea and coffee. Delicious nd particulftxly economical. Jnitint Postum U entirely fre from caffeine. Made tn scant iv in he cup, there is no fusa, no bother. Aak your grocer for Poarum. F137 POSTUM Britain Finds Use For Old Balloons The straw in the thousands of paliiasets on which the British Army sleeps is now regularly turned into paper as fresh straw takes iU place. In the old days, the straw would just be b .rned. Today, it is laid out to air thor- oughly, then packed up in bales and sent off to the paper mills. Jute from tattereo sand bags goes on from the Army salvage depots u> the oip.r maker?, too. There is not much that the de- pots do not collect. Every week one of them alone handles 500 tons of iron, steel, aluminum and tin. It sorts out empty bottles mi sends them back to the brewers, the distillers and the wine merchants. Thousands of old batteries are returned to the makers that the carbon may be reclaimed. Old barrage balloons become trips of rubber sheeting made into watertight covers for tanks skipped overseas. Cotton reels sent in by the Women's Volun- tary Services and the- Girl Guides are used by the Royal Engineers for cable rests in laying tempor- ary telephone and telegraph lines. More than 15,000 of them hv come along Last year, i!,-- one depot col- lected 859 tons of army paper for salvage and sold it at 5 a ton; in all, the Army got i' 100, 000 for its salvage in a year and passed the money on to war fund*. Says U. S. Expects Japanese Air Raid War Secretary Henry Stimson aid recently the War Depart- ment considered a Japanese air raid on the United States to be inevitable as a return blow for the attack on Tokyo and other Japanese cities. The Secretary told his press conference the Army is doing everything possible to meet the expected attack, which he indi- cated was anticipated on the wrct coast. New- 1942 BUICK AND PONTIAC COACHES - COUPES - SEDANS Vlthoat Tnmtt TBADKS I I KHS ANDERSON rl jiuliliii liuicli. Poatlac Ltd. lilt MY ST. Ml. S4II BY A. W. O'BRIEN LAST WEEK: In F.ngl.nd. Greg it *ent to Alderthot Camp, where he burie* himself in work for the next three days. He i* given a premature leave of ab- sence, decide* to (o to London. He i< low in spirit* when he ar- rive*, since, before arresting Joan, he had agreed to meet her in London at the "Welcome Snail" inn. When he arrive* in London, he take* a cab, doesn't know where to go. Finally he tells the driver to lake him to the "Wel- come Snail." * JOAN IS WAITING CHAPTER XII For fully 15 minutes the little taxi twisted and turned through the night, Lieutenant Rollins re- marking to himself that the gray- haired driver must have cat's eyes. At irregular intervals, two- decker buses roared by and melt- ed again into the darkness. There were few, if any, autos other than taxis. Astonishingly few, too, were evidences of air raid dam- age. Finally, his cab drew up beside a curb. "That will be two bob, and tupence for my tip," the driver said over his shoulder. "Just walk straight ahead and feel for the door." Rollins eventually found the door knob. The door opened out. He pushed aside the curtain and stood blinking in the quaint little place, familiar to decades of Lon- don tourists. A chubby little Frenchman in impeccable formal attire greeted him. "Bon soir. Monsieur. I am Pierre . . ." Then looking over Greg's shoulder, "You are alone, oui?" The officer smiled. "Oui, I am alone." "This way. Monsieur." Pierre turned toward the curiously nar- row dining room, then stopped abruptly. "You are not, by any chance, Lieutenant Rollins, non?'' Greg halted in surprise. "Yes, I am Lieutenant Rollins, but how in the world . . . ?" Pierre's face fa ; rly beamed. He waved excitedly toward a table in the corner, and Greg's heart stood still. It was a dream. U must be ... a cruel dream that . . . But, no, she was actually smiling at him and beckoning to the other chair. It was Joan Da- vaar! * As if in a daze. Rollins ap- proached. Automatically, he re- moved his cap, tucked his cane under his left arm and bowed. Still automatically, he sat in the chair as Pierre placed it under him. She was smartly attired in civil- ian clothes a bottle green tweed suit topped by a sailor Breton. Her face was flushed with pleas- ure. "Good evening, Greg, aren't you glad to see me?" Rollins finally found his tongue. Impulsively he reached out his hands and clasped hers. "Of course I- am, Joan. I'm so glad I could ... no matter what . . ." She laughed happily. "I knew you'd say that. You are a very lovable person, Greg. I phoned out to Aldershot this evening and found you had gone on leave. There was only one place I could hope to meet you, and even then I doubted but you remembered." Greg's face was troubled, but he still held her hands in his across the table. "Forget it, Joan. You must have escaped, and you are in danger. What can we . .?" She laughed again, gently re- moving one hand. "Just a min- ute, Sir Galahad. I'm disobeying the strictest of orders in showing you this paper, but I'm a woman, too, and, I'm afraid, rather in love.'' She opened a folded let- ter from her purse. * * Greg's eyes widened as he read. It bore the letterhead of the British Intelligence and was sign- ed by one of the most famous names in England! The letter was addressed to "Agent R-72 Joan Connaught" and contained warm personal con- gratulations for "your most com- mendable counter-espionage work in connection with Troopship Con- voy MX." Mixed joy and bewilderment stood out on Greg's face. "But, Joan, what ... ?" "Not so loud," she warned in a low tone. "There are many things I can tell you, and I know they will remain a secret." He nodded. "I haven't the time to go into detail so I'll be brief. "I was planted in the German Embassy at Ottawa through de- vious channels 15 months before the outbreak of the war and, shortly before you sailed, I drew another assignment, to play the role of a nurse with the name Davaar on 'T 9.' "Evidently the Intelligence had information as to which ship the Nazi agent was on, or, had a counter-espionage agent on eaih troopship that I don't know. The matron, a Winnipeg woman, had no choice but to accept my official credentials as a nurse on *T 9.' * * "The first night on deck the night I had to lie about smoking remember?" He grinned. "I knew I was on the right track because I saw the flashes, evi- dently to some other agent on land. But the party managed to slip away before I could cover the distance from the forward end of 'A' deck. Anyway, you popped up, and I had to make an excuse so that an alarm wouldn't be spread and the agent go into a shell. "I kept watching the light flashes from the battle cruiser in order to keep in touch with what, was going on. I knew the code and was on guard lest the cruiser see the nightly searchlight busi- ness and warn our O. C." Rollins interrupted. "Then the Nazi agent must have been . . ." She made a motion for him to lower his voice. "Yes, it was Harry Miley. Poor Tecs found out first!" "That explains," murmured Rollins, "why he was so curious about you. He must have seen you approaching that night on deck, put two and two together when he saw you studying the cruiser signals and was on the watch for any secret discu. - ' i between us, just in case 1 was with you." * "Check. And, the ni-.,ht I caught him red-handed, there was no choice but to shoot him when he tried to go for his gun. I had NEW ECONOMY FROCK NOTHING TRIVIAL SINOTO COLONIAL QU'LT CO. ox > *x wrooa drt By Anne Aclairt Matrons! Save time . . . save money . . . save fabric, with this slimming "economy" dress, Fat- tern 4052 by Anne Adams. SIZE 36 TAKES JUST 2% YARDS OF 89 INCH FABRIC! In a cheery rayon-and-cotton print, this frock costs only about $1.44. Note the cool in-one bodice and sleeves. Pattern 4052 is available in women's sizee 34, 36, 38, 40, 42 and 44. Send twenty cents (20c) in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this Anne Adams pattern to Room 421, 73 Adelaide St. West, Toronto. Write plainly size, name, address and style number. Hitler's Hangman, Reinhard Heydrich, is more seriously woun- ded than the Germans would have had us believe. Justice caught up with this Gestapo killer on a. Prague street in the form of bul- lets from high-powered rifles. just taken the flashlight from his hand when you came up from the rear. I couldn't reveal my identity to you, but did so pri- vately to the colonel after you kft. Secret papers were found in Miley's gas mask. He claimed to be British, but he was really a German educated in England. "It was on my suggestion that the quarantine scheme was em- ployed. We had to cover up in order to let one of our men take Miley's place on shore until the seat of the Nazi ring is found in England. His job had evidently been to flash regularly each night at the same time from a high deck to guide any prowling L"-boat flotillas. "Suicidal? Perhaps. And. if h got through, he was probably sup- posed to speed information of the convoy's arrival, what trains, how many, and so on. It was a remote chance, but the Nazis had some idea of the course we might be taking. The flashes the night be- fore we sailed were undoubtedly to inform an agent on land that the ship was getting up steam." Greg squeezed her hands. "That's the grandest news I've ever heard. Now how about us?" "Not so good, Gregr. I'm leaving on the midnight train. They've found another job for me in the Balkans this time." She searched Greg's troubled eyes. "But they can't, Joan, dear," he said in a hoarse whisper. "I've only found you ajjain. Not so soon . . ." "It's no use, Greg," she injected tender. y. "This is war, and I must go.' Rollins had already shown he could act when action was neces- sary. "Then what would normally take months must be done in two hours." He spoke in measured tones. "Will you marry me to- night now?" There was no hesitation on the girl's part. She nodded. Rollins jumped to his feet and picked her up from her chair. His arms crushed her to him, anfl their lips met in the ecstasy of a first kiss. The "Welcome Snail" drifted away and in its place, they stood in a romantic heaven all their own. Unheeded, outside, the sirens were wailing an "Alert." Pierre was tapping their shoul- ders, his face reflecting supreme embarrassment. "Monsieur, Made- moiselle . . . pliz, you are in the Welcome Snail' . . ." He turned as a gale of laugh- ter swept through the little res- taurant. Pierre, being a discern- ing head-waiter, quick to appre- ciate the moods of his customers, shrugged his shoulders in a ges- ture of tremendous helplessness. "C'est ia guerre!" he apolo- gized. THE END Want-Ad Romance By TOM HORNER Modern Romantic Adventurous Beginning Next Week Britain Has Had 1,000 "Black" Nights Daylight of May 28 brought to an end the first 1.000 nights of the blackout in Britain. The period of restricted outdoor light- ing began Sept. 1, 1939, when Hitler invaded Poland, two days before Great Britain and France declared war on Germany. GOOD EATING NEWS Simplest way to tell a good cook is to sample her meat and poultry stuffing. If it's light, crisp and well seasoned, then she's mastered the art. Of course, thr are different recipes, but a fine on to use is the following, the favorite of a famous chef. All-Bra* Siuffmg 12 eups ^4-inch bread ube 2 teaspoons salt 1 cup All-Bran fc teaspoon pepper 8 tablespoons minced onion % teaspoon poultry season. ng H tup fat }H sups stock or water Combine bread cubs with All-Bran. Saute onion in fat and add 6 bread mixture. Add seasonings and stock which may be made dissolving 2 bouillon cubes in 1V4 cups hot water. Mix well. Use with poultry, crown roast ox press into baking dish and bale in moderately hot ovn < HI' K.) about 20 minute*. Yield: I to 8 Mt Here u a baking powder diat ba* a double uiioo. First, it raises your baiter in die mix- ing bowl, then in die oven. Make* light, lludfy cakes and biscuits. Economical too! AVOID WASTE when you make tea ! You will st b*t results both in quality and quantity if you carefully follow these iimp! directions i L Scald out m Upct io wrm it 2. Use level teaspoon of tea for each cup of ta to be served. 3. Use the exact amount of FRESH water you require and see that it is BOILING FURIOUSLY before you pour it into the pot. 4. STEEP 5 MINUTES 'SALAM TEA. How To Crochet Bag For Kitchen Easy To Make, Say* E. G., In Christian Science Monitor Cay liti:* bags to bang in Uie kitchen or out on the bars porch are n;i:e to hold onions or garlic. They have me advantage i:iut aa Hi.' .. strikes the contents It eliminates the odors that make onions au<l garlic 10 objection- able. Carpet warp cr heavy o.. :ug and a No. i bteel crochet hook are the only necessary materials. The bage; are crocheted in simple filet design, which is made entirely o( a chain stitch. Begin with a chain of six. Close with glip stitch. Maka a chain ot five and go in loop. Repeat five times. Next row: make a chain of live au<! go in each third stitch until there are twelve loops. Con- tinue round and round the twelve loops with five stitche* in each filet for twelve rows. BreaJt thread and tie un another color red or blue or any harmonizing color and make s.x ruws of that color. Break thread, tie on the white again and make six rows ot the white, then six more rows of the color and twelve rows of ttoe white. Make oue row of tea stitches each group tor a beading. Four more vows of five each in the white thread two rows ot red. If desired you may finish with a row of picots three chaiiis and a picot (chain three aud go ill first stitch for the* picot). Make a chain of about oue hundred stitches for a drawstring. Wrap thread around four fingers twenty times to make a ta-sel. Cu: one end ani tie to drawstring. Make a tassel for the other end and one for the bottom of the bag. Starving Greece A meal in Gret'.e co?'j '.h equivalent of $20, a loaf of iread about the same amount, an I an egg, $2.50, says an escaped j naval officer who has Britain. lie tells of food Svir-.v:>, the result of Axis piilage. ar.a of German and Italian opera:ion of a Black Market with foo : that remains. They fix exor'< tint prices. "Commander Anthony 2'*ra," as the officer will call htmoeif until the end of the wai. jays starving Greek chijdren, pok:ng in garoage heaps for food scraps, are a common eight. Juat a common is their disdain for bread crusts tossed by jeering Germans. Bees Are Getting Sugar Ration Cards Even the bees in j..ik.< and Bartholomew counties hava -,neir sugar ration cards, says Chester Shepard, deputy state bee inspec- tor for the Indiana D4par f .ment of Conservation. Heavy rains have washed the nectar ->'it of clover blossoms and bej ar starving. 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