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CHAPTER IX
Synopsis: Posing as Rosa
Kirkman, Lotus was hired as
a singer at Mlle. Duval’s case.
She expected to pick up dope
smuggling information for the
FBI. Lawrence, FBI agent, had
her tell Herman Balch, Bund
ist, and his associates that she
had overheard a dope smug
gling plot. One night she went
to their apartment, where she
saw in the other room a red
headed youngster injured and
tied up. Because she knew too
much, they forced her into a
car and took her to a shack on
the seacoast. »
A low cry of dismay escaped
Paul, and Herman Balch stopped
in his stride and stared at her
stonily. “Is this the truth?”
“Os course, it is! Why else
would I come all the way over
here to tell you?”
“You might figure it a good
way of earning your money—-to
make up a story like this.”
“You don’t trust anybody, do
you, Mr. Balch?” she said indig
nantly. She let her eyes rest su
spiciously on the suitcases. “Say,
you guys weren’t getting ready
to run out on me, were you?”
Disregarding the two men the
newcomer looked at Lotus ap
praisingly and insolently, then as
though pleased at what he saw,
h£ let a thin monocle slip from
his eye and caught it with a
quick, deft gesture.
“And who is this young wom
an?” he said with a thick ac
cent.
Herman Balch licked his lips
before replying; he seemed to
have lost some of his usual as
surance. “This is Miss Kirkman,
who collects information for us
at the Case Duval, sir.”
The tall stranger made a sharp
gesture, but the sir had already
slipped out. He eyed Lotus and
his eyebrow’s formed quizzical
arcs.
“Ah, yes, I have already heard
of your good work, Miss Kirk
man. What brings you here at
this hour?”
“Why don’t you all speak Ger
man?” she smiled at the officer.
“It seems to be easier for you.”
“You think I am a German?”
“That’s what you were using in
the other room, wasn’t it? My
father was German—l can’t
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SUMMERVILLE
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West Summerville Baptist Church 5:15 P. M.
Bellah Addition Church of God 6:00 P. M.
SATURDAY, APRIL 26,1947:
SUMMERVILLE: Goodman’s Store 9 :00 A. M.
PENNVILLE: Church 9:30 A. M.
DICKEYVILLE: S. Trion Church of God 10:00 A. M.
TRION: Church of Christ 10:30 A. M.
TRION-LAFAYETTE HIGHWAY: Toby’s
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SUMMERVILLE: Across from Telephone
Office 1 P - M ’
BERRYTON: Store 2:00 P. M.
LYERLY: Cash Store 2:45 P. M.
CHATTOOGAVILLE: Store 3:30 P. M.
HOLLAND: Post Office 4:15 P. M.
SATURDAY, MAY 3, 1947:
CLOUDLAND: Post Office 9:30 A. M.
MENLO: Gulf Filing Station 10:00 A. M.
TELOGA SCHOOL/Across from School 10:30 A. M.
WELCOME HILL: School House 11:00 A. M.
MOUNTAIN VIEW: Church 1:00 P. M.
SUBLIGNA: Post Qffice 1:45 P. M.
GORE: School House 2:30 P. M.
TIDINGS: Store 3:15 P. M.
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speak it, but I know it when I
hear it.”
He looked ironically amused.
“And I suppose you think me
a spy?”
“The war’s over, isn’t it. What
would you be spying on? Besides
I don’t care what you are as long
as I get paid for my work.”
His face brightened—English
was difficult, especially when one
was in a hurry. “You have the
correct attitude Miss Kirkman. I
will take advantage otf your un
derstanding.”
“Well I’ve got to be getting
back to the case, now.”
She rose rather abruptly, hold
ing her purse and coat and for
the first time noticed what the
officer's massive figure had con
cealed before. The sight of it
froze the goodbyes on her lips.
Unwittingly he had left the
bedroom door ajar and what it
disclosed to Lotus sent fear rac
ing down her spine. In the far
corner of the other room, bound
and gagged, was the still form
of the young red-haired boy w’ho
had waited on her at the tobac
conist’s!
His pale face with the faded
freckles was turned up to the
light and his eyes were closed;
one was rather badly discolored.
It heartened Lotus to note the
steady rise and fall of his torn
shirt front. At least he lived. She
wondered what he had told
them.
The officer met her startled
gaze and smiled irritatingly, “A
friend of yours, Miss Kirkman?”
His tone implied that she had
better tell the truth. She shook
her head. “Isn’t he the clerk at
the tobacco shop?”
“Yes, he was.”
“Why is he tied like that?
What has he done?”
“The young man made a grave
error of visiting our apartment
during our absence. Unfortun
ately for him we returned earlier
than we had first anticipated.”
“You mean he was trying to
steal something?” she asked
naively.
He looked vastly amused. Now
come, come, Miss Kirkman. Sure
ly you would not have us believe
that a night club entertainer, a
woman of the world, so to speak,
could be so unknowing?”
“I don’t know what you mean.
I didn’t know I was getting into
I anything like this. I—l’m going
back to the case now.”
He seemed to have forgotten
, both Paul and Balch as he took
a step toward her.”
“I find your company most too
desirable to part with, Miss Kirk
! man. You will please remain
with us, and quietly, unless you
care to join the gentleman in
1 the other room. We are not
fooled so easily—you must realize
‘ that we could not let you go aft
er what you have seen and heard
• here tonight. Eh, my friends?”
He looked to the other men for
affirmation. They nodded slowly.
In response to the officer’s
; abrupt orders issued in a harsh
’ voice used to commanding and
being obeyed, Paul and Balch
packed and strapped the lug
' gage. They inspected the gag and
bindings on their captive in the
next room. Lotus noted with dis
' may that the red-haired boy
’ seemed to be unconscious. If only
■he were aware of what was go
ing on she could say something
for his benefit that later would
reach Lawrence. But he gave no
sign of hearing anything.
Doors and windows were lock
ed and re-examined; then the
two subordinates stood side by
side before the officer.
“All ith ready, thir,” Paul an-
I nounced as officially as was pos-
I sible. The statement was robbed
: of its impressiveness by his lisp.
! however, and the fact that he
followed it with, “What about
Mith Kirkman?”
The tall one’s eyes were mock
ing. “You are much concerned
lover Miss Kirkman, are you
not?”
Paul shrugged uneasily, afraid
to commit himself.
“Well, it is not difficult to un
derstand why,” the other con
tinued. “She is quite attractive,
and for that reason she is com
| ing with us.”
For the merest second Lotus
I hesitated.
By this time, surely, Lawrence
and his men would know that
something had gone wrong. No
| doubt the red-haired boy was
employed by them to inspect the
apartment, and when he didn't
i return within a certain time they
I must have guessed his misfor
tune. Hers too. She decided to
I accept her fate docilely and wait
, for future events to arrange
themselves.
But Paul didn’t cross to the
front door. . . .
Motioning quickly with a
crooked finger, he led them
through the kitchenette to a
door leading onto a long, ugly
hall. The back doors of the oth
er apartments lined the sides,
with their respective garbage
cans placed at even distances.
The passageway was almost a
block long, and at either end a
stairs led to the street below. But
Paul crossed the corridor and
; opened a door. From the narrow
aperture a steep stairs descend
|ed into one of the numerous
I warehouses in the block. A long
j black sedan occupied most of the
■ space below them.
The officer motioned for Lotus
to get in the back with him, the
other two slid into the front seat
and with a gently powerful purr
the engine started.
Lotus felt herself grow tense.
What were they going to do—
crash through the closed ware
house door into the street?
Paul inched the big car for
ward in low gear. When it was [
only two feet from the door it I
apparently passed through an
electric eye, for the enormous i
wooden door slipped upward to {
the ceiling and they slipped
j through to the street. When
Lotus turned to look behind
I them, the door was already slid
; ing into place once more.
Paul drove with determination
and unwavering concentration. I
Since it was late, there was
little traffic except in the down
i town section, where he maneuv
; ered the car with a sure dexteri
ty. Lotus had often wondered of
what use he was in the scheme
of things. Now she knew.
As they swished through the
outskirts of New Orleans, the
bell of a distant cathedral chim
ed the hour. Twelve o’clock. It
■ seemed like a dozen hours since
she had set out from the Case
Duval, yet it had been only one.
Balch stirred uneasily in the
seat beside Paul. So much time
wasted already, he grumbled.
When they were forced to wait
at a crossing until a passenger
train roared past them into the
night, he swore profusely and in
the light from the engine Lotus
saw perspiration beading his
forehead.
When they started again, Paul
increased his speed and they
tore along the highway past the
{thinning little communities of
shabby board houses.
Suddenly, the horizon cleared
and they came to a lurching halt
beside a small shack on the wa
ter’s edge.
The shack was a one-room af
fair raised above the tide level
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on heavy piling. The German lit
a stub of candle, and holding it
up to Lotus’ face, peered mock
ingly into her eyes.
“Welcome, Miss Kirkman. This
fishing shack is not as spacious
as was my hunting lodge in the
Black Forest which American
fliers destroyed, but it has served
its purpose well.”
The little Boat into which they
climbed had all the surface ap
pearance of a small fishing dory,
but the silent speed with which
it streaked through the water
told her the motor must be very
powerful.
It was cramped, though, for
the four of them and the officer
even sat closer to her than the
narrow seat warranted.
What was this man beside her
like?
He must have led a lonely life
for the past years. She wondered
if he were married to some stuff#
hausfrau and had a family in
Germany. He didn’t appear to be
more than 40 and might be con
sidered good-looking in a fleshy
sort of way. Probably since the
war had ended he’d been cooped
up in one of the unsurrendered
submarines, leading the life of
the hunted, or spent his days
hidden in the bayous near New
Orleans, scheming and avoiding
pursuit.
The breeze created by their
passing blew Lotus’ dark hair
back from her face and she shiv
ered uncontrollably, though the
gulf air was warm. In front of
them, Paul and Balch bent their
heads against the wind, but the
man beside her seemed to drink
it in as though it were some
stimulating draught of life. He
stared at her, obviously puzzled.
“You know, Miss Kirkman”—
his accent was thickening from
whisky—“if you were to continue
to help us, things would be made
very pleasant for you.”
“Could they?”
She decided to be casual, to
play along, neither encouraging
a definite business arrangement,
nor acting hostile.
(To Be Continued)
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