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CHAPTER X
Synopsis: Posing as Rosa
Kirkman, Lotus was hired as a
singer at Mlle. Duval’s case.
She expected to pick up some
dope smuggling information
for the FBI. Lawrence, FBI
agent, had her tell Herman
Balch, Bundist, and his asso
ciates that she had overheard
dope plot. In an effort to make
them believe she was working
with them she went to their
apartment. Not sure of her,
they forced her to accompany
them to an island near New
Orleans. They again repeated
offer to have her work for
them. Early in the morning
she climbed out of the window,
found a pirogue and shoved off
from the shore.
“Yes. You could resume your
role at the case and receive a
generous amount from us each
month. After all, I understand
your father was a German. What
difference can it make to you
what our business is?”
It was odd how he kept stress
ing his nationality as though
that had something to do with
their business dealings.
“Practically none?” she an
swered a bit sarcastically, “but
what if I refuse your offer?”
He laughed. “Then things will
be very pleasant for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean,
eh? We are going to an island
from which for you there is no
escape. I am aware that you are
not familiar with this country.
My island is a place surrounded
by bayous and swampland. It is
picturesque, but not pleasant
country to become lost in, for it
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WELCOME HILL: School House11:00 A. M.
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TIDINGS: Store ?_3:15 P. M.
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is alive with alligators and wild
cats and poisonous snakes. The
natives have assured me of this
and I have no reason to doubt
| them.”
Lotus smiled, wondering if
some Cajun hadn’t sensed that
J the man was a foreigner and de
liberately exaggerated his folk
tales.
“My orders are carried out to
I the letter,” he declared pompous
ly. “Nevertheless, I sometimes
find my work tiresome and lone
! ly. That could be solved by the
companionship 0/ a woman like
| yourself.” He laugned unpleas
-1 antly. “I almost hope you do re- I
! fuse my offer.”
“You Germans run so true to
form,” she mocked.
His responsive smile froze.
“And just what does that mean?
“Simply that in spite of all
your fine schemes to remake the
I world, breed only ? nure Aryan
race and readjust the mtt'ses to
.your Kultur, you are still only
(barbarians at heart and when
5 the opportunity presents itself
you revert right back to the days
of Attila and his Huns.”
His eyes narrowed speculative
ly. “What does a dance-hall sing
er know of ancient history?”
Too late she realized that she
had forgotten her role in the
heat of argument. “Enough,” she
said noncommittally.
“Soooo. After all, you must re
member that we Germans are
still men and women, and unfor
tunately we still retain human
instincts.”
“What an admission! If only
Der Fuerher could hear you.”
The wind whipped the words
from her mouth and she half ex
pected a slap or an angry out
burst, but her companion merely
smiled.
“I am not a Nazi, Miss Kirk
!man, and I never was a willing
member of the National Socialist
party. But I am a German and a
patriot. I still love my country.”
Only the murmur of men’s
voices and the gurgling lap of
water as it slapped the piling
broke the silence. Suddenly a
new note crept in! It was almost;
like an insect humming through
the air or the slow, persistent
drumming of some swamp fowl
I on a rotting log. Or could it pos
sibly be the droning hum of an;
airplane in the distance?
Could it be Lawrence? He had
said nothing about using planes
in his work, but anything was'
possible. She seized upon the idea
like a drowning man at a straw.
She glanced around quickly,
wondering if the men had no
ticed the sound, half expecting
to see the German come tearing
from the shack. They went on
talking softly, the shack was si
lent.
If only she could give a signal
of some sort!
Her mind darted about, fran
tically seeking some means of
attracting the attention of those
in the plane. A light would be
the only thing.
Suddenly she thought of the j
sample package of cigarettes and 1
the paper match folder the red- |
haired tobacconist’s assistant
had insisted upon giving her.;
She had not used her purse since '
that afternoon; they still must;
be in it.
Turning her back to the pal- j
metoes, she withdrew the pack- I
age and fished for a cigarette, j
How cold’ her hands were! Awk
wardly she placed the cigarette
in her mouth and broke off a
paper match, leaving the small
pasteboard flap open.
She cupped her hands around
it and struck. . . .
With a sudden searing flame
it caught. It burnt her fingers
and ignited the entire packet
With a gasp of pain, she flung it
from her into the pile of oily
waste.
For a breathless second it
flickered feebly, then suddenly
the rags burst into flame and
flared skyward in a clear, bright
blue glow that cast strange,
jerky shadows on the earth and
the faces of the men dashing to
ward her. Balch capped the cig
arette from her mouth angrily.
“You little fool!” he hissed.
“Do you want to have us all
killed?”
He grabbed a stick and sepa
rated the pile of waste from the
empty cans. "Quick, Paul, shovel
sand on this!”
Lotus blew gently on her burnt
fingers and smiled to herself.
Surely the plane had seen that
brief pyramid of light.
The German officer hurried
from the shack with another (
dungaree-clad figure at his heels.
It took the four of them only a
few seconds to extinguish the lit- I
tie beacon.
He strode toward her. His face
was stony and beads of perspira
tion had gathered on his brow;
she saw that he was making a
tremendous inward struggle to
control himself before the other
men. If they had been alone she
felt sure he would have struck
her.
“If I thought you did this de
liberately—” He left the sentence
dangling in the air significally.
The hum of the plane’s motor
was distant now; it passed di
rectly over them, then disap
peared. They all stood silent,
waiting for it to turn and come
back, but the throb of the en
gine faded into nothingness.
Her hopes died with it. Prob
ably it hadn’t been Lawrence at
all. There were navy and coast
guard stations near New Orleans
—no doubt it had been one of
their planes on night patrol duty,
and the momentary spot of light
would have meant nothing more
to them than a group of Cajuns
I having a bonfire at a fais-dodo
celebration.
A feeling of resignation crept
over her. She felt no fear now,
‘ no panic, only a growing curiosi
: ty as to where Stu Lawrence was
and what he was thinking at
this moment. A light breeze
sprang up and she shivered and
held her coat tighter to her body.
; There was a definite link be
tween Stacy Corbin and Herman
Balch—yet she had no inkling of
what it w T as. Another minor mys
tery that still had her bewildered
was the fact that Aline Cartier’s
grandfather’s cane was the same
one she had seen in Chloe Du
val’s little courtyard.
There was no doubt of it—
There couldn’t be two canes
like that, two with the same or
nate scrollwork, the same elab
orate C on the golden knob. Yet
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it was Cartier, a member of one
of New Orleans first families,
would ever find any reason suf
ficient to take him to Chloe Du
; val’s residence on notorious Gal
latin Street!
She arose, hugging her coat
close to her sequined evening
j gown, which looked so incongru
: ous against the sparse wooden
furnishings of the two-room
shack.
Outside the coming dawn was
lightening the sky, a sky almost
obliterated by thick, long moss
which had festooned itself from
tree to tree.
The sharp, pointed spears of a
Spanish dagger plant were be
ginning to take shape, and even
as she watched, the uncertain
banks of a levee path raised up
above the level of the bayous re
vealed itself.
The path pointed in the direc
tion of the one light she had
iseen in the distance, following
her arrival at the island. It had
been a steady, unblinking light,
1 and whether it belonged to a
small backwoods store or a fam
ily of Cajuns holding a Satur
i day night fais-dodo, it meant
civilization of a sort —and help
Carefully Lotus reached for a
chair, braced it against the wall
by the window. She started to
climb upon it, then suddenly
drew back into the shadow. . . .
Someone was coming along
the path!
The man’s footsteps advanced,
heavy and muffled against the
damp earth. He was making no
attempt to tread silently. Near
the window he paused to light
his pipe. Lotus heard the scratch
of a match and smelt the pun
gent aroma of perique as it sat
urated the air.
He moved on beyond the shack
then.
Quickly, her pulse throbbing,
she climbed on the chair and
through the window, clutching
her evening gown into a knot at
the waist so that its sequined
glitter would not catch some
curious eye. Seconds later, she
was hurrying down the path, her
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eyes peering ahead into the semi
darkness.
She had walked half a mile in -
land when without warning the
path ended abruptly.
Lotus groaned and peered un
certainty forward. The sun had
risen even as she walked, and
now bayou and levee alike were
bathed in a warm salmon glow.
At the end of the path a piro
gue was driven up to the em
bankment, a loosely knotted rope
looped from its bow to the sturdy
bole of a water oak.
She stared at it uncertainly.
Here was a means of escape,
but of what advantage would it
be to escape from this island,
only to become lost in the myriad
bayous and lakes that traversed
the delta country?
She looked away from it, still
hesitating. A beam of light
seemed to seek out her eyes, the
same steady, bright light she had
seen before, beckoning her on.
Uncertain no longer, she got
into the pirogue, undid the rope,
and grabbing the sturdy pole,
pushed off from the bank.
At first it took all of her skill
to manipulate the unwieldy piro
gue, but it was a small one of
hollowed-out cottonwood and
she had had much experience
with canoes.
After several minutes of un
pleasant, non-progressive exer
tion, Lotus slid off her coat, and
planted her feet solidly in the
bottom of the dugout and began
poling toward the distant light.
(To Be Continued)
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