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THE WEST NEWS
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THE STORY THUS FAR: Zort* Corey,
who hatei heriell lor helni so meek, le
rallroadrd Into taking ■ Job the ion not
woat, helpini Admiral Dunrin write Mi
memoirs. She Is la love with Pool Dun-
can, the admiral'* grandson. While
aboard the iteamihlp Samoa ea route to
Hawaii a hand li clamped over her
mouth and abe la arooped up and toaaed
Into the aea. She managea to catch hold
ol a Ule ring come aailor toaaed over-
board. On recovering from ahoch Zorle
learna that Steve, Paul'* handaome broth-
er, with whom aha la Infatuated, waa
taken violently III at the time ahe waa
thrown off the boat. The admiral make*
the annoaneement that Pearl Harbor la
bombed.
CHAPTER XII
It was the first time that she had
exchanged more than a few words
with any of them since the night one
of them had thrown her off the "Sa-
moa’s" stern.
She became aware that all of them
were under a strain. Mr. Lanning
drank his cocktails as fast as Steve
would make them for him. By the
time dinner was announced, he must
have had seven or eight. Amber was
nervous. Once, when she lit a ciga-
rette, Zone saw her hands shaking.
t Something, Zorie guessed, was in
the wind, and only Paul was un-
aware of it. He was aware only of
her. Whenever she glanced at him,
he was looking at her with that puz-
* tied expression in his eyes. He
did not drink at all. When she had
her second cocktail, she glanced at
him. The old familiar expression of
stem disapproval was about his
mouth.
Why, Zorie wondered, did he dis-
approve of everything that was real-
ly fun? She suddenly felt hopeless
about Paul. She wondered if they
could ever work things out. She
saw Paul suddenly as one of the un-
fortunates he was always talking
about—the maladjusted people, the
problem children grown up.
Eight of the admiral's guests were
attractive couples from various
parts of the island. * The ninth to
arrive was a big man with iron-
gray hair and a square ruddy face.
His name, Basil Strombere, meant
nothing to Zorie at first. Then she
recalled the fragment of conversa-
tion ahe had overheard between
Steve and the admiral in the garden
that morning, with Steve saying, “I
don’t care a damn who comes—as
long as you get Basil Stromberg."
Zorie sat down beside Paul and
asked him who Stromberg was.
"He’s the manager of one of the big-
gest plantations on the island. I sup-
pose he's just another Nazi, although
I never suspected it before."
"Why?"
Paul shrugged. "Well, Steve
seems to prefer Nazis. It looks to
me as if he’s turning Uluwehi into a
Nazi hotbed."
“Are these other people Nazis?”
“I don’t know. I'm a stranger
here myself. Basil is an American
citizen. He was bom on Kauai—of
* German parents. He was educated
in Germany and he spends long va-
cations there. I believe he's been
there quite recently. Shall I ask
him?"
^ “ Paul—please!"
"But you asked a question and,
with me, the inquiry of a beautiful
lady is a ringing command.”
Zorie reahzed that Paul was furi-
ous about something, and suppress-
ing it only with an effort. She had
looked forward to this dinner party,
to pretending she was the princess
of Uluwehi; but now that it was
here, she was miserable. Paul’s dis-
approval and the tension she sensed
in Steve were spoiling everything.
It was a pity, because it might
have been a delightful dinner party.
Dinner was served by four pretty
Japanese girls who wore beautiful
kimonas and obis and resembled
Japanese dolls. She watched them
curiously and observed how mask-
like their young Oriental faces were.
Paul had said if she knew what
these young Japanese were thinking
these days, she would run for her
life. It was ha-d to believe.
There were, flo vers in the center of
the long koa tabl; that made it diffi-
cult for her to see Paul. She could
see all of Steve’s face. He was be-
ing amusing anu charming, but he
wasn’t fooling Zjrie. Something was
happening undsr the surface and he
was taking thn most elaborate pains
to prove ths.t nothing was happen-
ing.
When dinnar was over, they re-
turned to tha lanai under the big
banyan tree tn coffee and brandy.
Zorie sat down beside the admiral.
When they had finished coffee, Paul
said: “Shall vt» take a little stroll?
We won’t be missed,"
He was fur ous about something.
His eyes had that familiar narrow-
ness and hie mouth its well-known
thinness. Ha disapproved of the
star-sapphira dress. Doubtless, he
disapproved < f other things, too. She
wondered, iu • little flurry of panic,
just what she'd done to make him
so angry.
She hoped he wouldn’t be too
harsh with hi r.
They had 'laken hardly a dozen
steps when h-* pulled his arm away.
t He was taking her toward the iron-
wood arbor on the beach.
"What—wh»t is it, Paul?" Zorie
asked.
“I want to have a tallj with you,"
' Paul answenad. "But not Just yet.
I want to think a little."
When they reached the arbor, Zor-
sat down. It was the same bench on
which she had sat that morning to
wrestle with her problem.
Paul did not sit down. He stood
near her, with his hands In his coat
pockets. From that characteristic
posture, with one shoulder down a
little, she knew what to expect, and
she wondered if he took that stance
when he was addressing his classes.
"Zorie,” he said, "this evening
has shown me exactly what I’ll be
up against when we’re married. I’ve
been watching you and studying you
all through dinner—analyzing you as
I’ve never bothered to analyze you
before. I’ve had the pleasure of
watching you—the girl I’m going to
marry day after tomorrow—staring
continuously at another man, with
such adoration, such worship that it
nauseated me to watch it.”
Her sense of fear suddenly de-
parted. With it went all of her old
feeling of meekness.
Zorie got up. ■ "Paul,” she said
softly, "I think you’d better stop. I
think you don’t quite realize what
you're saying. I think you had bet-
ter be awfully careful, Paul."
"I know what I’m saying," Paul
said harshly. "I’m saying that
you’re nothing but a natural-born
cheat! It was written all over your
face! You were goofy-eyed! You
if s eyes
starlight.
Zorie saw dim figures In the star-
lit darkness beyond the hedge.
were ga-ga! You sat there, just
drooling over that brother of mine!”
"Paul—”
“Let me finish,” he snapped.
"Paul, I’m warning you. I won’t
let you or any other man say such
things about me.”
"You’ll let me say what I have to
say,” Paul replied.
Zorie sat down again. He con-
tinued in the same strain. Her
shameless adoration of Steve.
"Look at those flowers in your
hair! Ever since he put some white
ginger flowers in your hair, you’ve
been wearing them like a holy sym-
bol! Steve the great, Steve the won-
derful puts ginger flowers in your
hair and you melt. You go blah!"
It was, she supposed, inevitable.
Out of him was gushing the bitter-
ness that he had kept dammed up
since that morning of their discus-
sion on deck. She realized the truth
—Paul could not take it. He had
cracked under the strain he had im-
posed on himself. His solicitude had
been a pretense, his ardor a sham.
He did not, she realized, love her.
Not at this moment. In the morn-
ing he might, but not now. He hat-
ed her for revolting against his Vlc-
torianism. He hated her because
she had refused to be disciplined
and dominated. It was really as
simple as that.
“I can’t go through with it.” Paul
said. “I want to be released from
our engagement."
Any other time, Paul’s outburst
might have been justified—a little
justified, although nothing she had
ever done, except in her innermost
thoughts, could have justified this.
“I understand,” she said gently.
In spite of the ugly things he had
said, she was sorry for Paul. To-
morrow, if she knew Paul, he would
humble himself, would plead for her
forgiveness. Yet, even tomorrow,
he might realize that things, after
this, could never be patched up. She
hoped he would. She hoped this
was the end.
"You’re free," Paul said waspish-
ly. "You’re free to do whatever you
wish, to marry anybody you please."
To marry anybody she pleased!
That, in his mind, meant Steve. As
if she had merely to mention to
Steve that she was now free to be
his—and he would clasp her in his
arms, to have ahd to hold, forever!
Perhaps, in one sense, Paul was
right. Certainly, a large part of
Steve's attraction was physical. She
could not recall ever being attracted
so strongly to Paul.
Anyway, she would not have to
( marry Paul. She had escaped!
Zorie was aware of a sense of
id
"I understand, Paul,” she said
quietly. "Everything’s finished. Per-
haps it's best. I think we'd better
go back now."
“Ah, yes—back to your lovely
Nazis!”
Halfway to the blacked-out lanai,
Zorie heard men's voices. They
came from the other side of a high
box hedge that she and Paul were
about to pass.
Paul seized her wrist. He whis-
pered: "Keep quiet!”
He pulled her close to the hedge.
Zorie saw several dim figures in
the starlit darkness beyond the
hedge. Then she heard Steve's voice.
"This war is apt to ruin every-
thing,” he said. Iiis voice sounded
thin. It sounded nervous. "There's
very apt to be trouble. I’ve spent
most of the day at Kokee. looking
the ground over. The only favor-
able factor is that they’re working
with only a skeleton crew. They’ll
be reinforced in a day or two. If
we’re to get in there, it will cer-
tainly have to be tonight."
Steve’s voice hesitated. Zorie tried
to see his face, but she could not.
"Briefly, the setup is easier than
I expected,” he went on. “JY-419
is there. It’s being used every day,
but not at night. They’re using the
old hookup for night-time listening.”
Steve paused again. ‘‘I’ve learned
one thing of vital importance. It
will detect a plane more than fifteen
hundred miles away. That’s five
hundred miles better than I was told
in Madrid."
“Why,” another voice interrupted,
"didn’t it detect the bombers that
came over Pearl Harbor last Sun-
day?" The voice was so strained
that Zorie identified it, with diffi-
culty, as Winthrop Lanning’s.
‘‘How can you expect me to have
the answer to that question?” Steve
answered. “The old hookup would
have detected them. The carrier
could not have been more than two
hundred miles offshore. Why didn't
the Oahu listening stations report
them in time?”
“What is this trouble you men-
tioned?”
"It has nothing to do with getting
JY-419 out of the listening post,"
Steve answered. “JY-419 is in one
compact sheet-steel cabinet that
weighs, at a guess, between eighty
and one hundred pounds. It is being
kept in a small building some dis-
tance from the regular equipment.
There’s only a small plain padlock
on the door.”
The pressure of Paul’s grasp In-
creased on Zorie’s wrist. He had
no doubt felt the tremor that had
gone through her. She was begin-
ning to realize fully what this meant.
So this was Steve’s “very danger-
ous game”—plotting with these sly,
sinister people to rob his own coun-
try of a secret and valuable plane-
detecting device!
All the ugly things Paul had told
her about Steve, together with all
the ugly things of which she herself
suspected him, were in his voice
now.
“We can break that padlock and
carry the cabinet out.”
“Wait a minute,” another voice
interrupted, and Zorie recognized it,
with its softness, as Pierre’s. “How
do we get it out of that listening
post? Won’t those sentries be shoot-
ing at shadows?" •
“Probably," Steve answered. “It
will be dangerous and difficult, but
it isn’t impossible. The shed in
which JY-419 is locked up is within
fifty feet of the edge of the Kalalau
Lookout. I mean—the edge of the
canyon. The sentry at that post
won’t expect anyone to come up
over that edge.”
“But is it humanly possible?” Pi;
erre broke in.
“Yes. There’s an old goat trail,
now overgrown with vegetation, that
I used as a boy. Don't forget I
know every inch of that country. We
can slip in and out past the sentry."
“How?” Pierre asked dubiously.
"It has been raining in the moun-
tains for two days and nights. It
was raining steadily up there all
day. Don’t forget that this is our
rainy season. We can safely count
on rain tonight."
“But if it isn’t raining?" Mr. Lan-
ning asked.
"Then we will overpower the sen-
try.”
"That is very, very risky!”
"The whole job is risky,” Steve
said impatiently. “It always has
been. The fact that the war is on
doubles the risk. But that is not my
worry, Winthrop. With these blue
headlights and with occasional halts
by the Provisional Police, it will take
an hour to drive as far as we can
safely go. It will take us fully three
hours to follow that old trail to the
listening post, to get in, secure JY-
419 and to get back to the car. That
will bring the time to three o'clock,
if we leave here at eleven. They
will discover that JY-419 is gone
by six at the latest. The navy will
tear this island apart looking for it.
Don’t forget that this island is under
martial law and that JY-419 is as
vital a war secret as the famous
bombsight."
“I won’t,” Mr. Lanning said dry-
ly-
"I’m certain that we can get in
there and get out with it," Steve
continued. “But what will we do
with it? It is very much like a play
j in a football game. We will have
' the ball, but we won’t dare keep it,
| We must pass it as quickly ms we
i can into safer, stronger hands,"
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