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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-12-25, Page 6WBSMt, DEC. smtb, 1MI THE EXET&R TIMES^APVQCATE Page 6 by LESLIE CARGILL I At home they would have been I “I understand," prepared to fight their way out,1 said ■stiffly, but they recognized that in Eng- ‘ land a different, code applied. “Dark the rod,” Lofty snarled. Rebootin’ hulls ain’t this goldarned country, you gets back home for here island’s so pot’ll bring their next to no time." “What we going i Tonks demanded. tyaan’ hold hands? “Nix! We’re movin’ out." “Wid de guy and dame?” “They have ter stay. Ain’t np means of totin’ them along. “Bettei* bump ’em off, eh?” Lofty Mullings shook his “Can’t do that, neether, said ‘no,’ and we gotta obey I’d like ter finish ’em off, ’ud put us in bad with the boss. Guess they got word outside." Sergeant Mitton rang very gentlemanly, mentally turning over his. little speech. It would not do to offend influential newcomers, even if they were weak in the head. And, for all he knew, the papers of the attendants might be quite in order. So he waited patiently when the door remained obstinately closed. < If, however, the police maintain ed a dignified English reserve out side, there was feverish activity within. “Come on, let’s go,” ger Tonks. What was the delay if there was to be no tunity for gunplay? “O.K. Make it snappy.” Mullings remained in charge last. small pals allowed in Wait till • that. Thia that one round in about it?" Throw u ter do par head. -Lago orders, only it urged Trig use of oppor- Loft/ to the “I’ll wait here five minutes to keep these birds quiet. One peep and they’ll find out what’s coming.” “SaY, that’s my job,” 'pleaded Trigger Tonks, his index finger al ready twitching. ’“Stand not on the order of your Clitheroe confirmed. them for “How do get away? And no fun right behind rod.”4 weren’t sure the threat, but there was else for it except obey. Jerry whether to going, but go,” Jerry quoted whimsically. “That’s right," Lofty “Scram.” “You can hardly see dust,” -Jerry chuckled, you think you’re going to Probably the place is surrounded.” “Search me. We’re all used to making a quick getaway. Now shut your trap. I gotta think fast.” The bell clanged more impera tively. , • -“Upstairs, you two," Mullings in structed. “Get to the window over the door and call down that you’ll open up in a minute, ny business. I’ll be with a They believe nothing “We’re almost out of it? exulted as they raced along the landing. Inside the room he clos ed -the door and wedged a heavy chair under, the knob. .Sergeant Mitton and Constable 'Hill were disconcerted to hear a hail from above their heads., “Be careful,” the voice advised. “They’ve all got revolvers.” “And who might they be?” “Four American gangsters. We’ve been imprisoned here.” “You and Mrs. O’Hara?” “Never mind that now. Are you armed?” “Firearms sir? No, mitted to carry them. ‘Then cover.” P.C. aside, pered. “I can see that for myself. Leave me to handle this here case in -my ■own way. Where,” he yelled, rais ing his voice to a hoarse' bellow, “are these men?” “Three —cleared he was shoot on Wait! I’ll try and find out If he was speaking the truth.” sir. Not per- you’d better keep under Hill drew the sergeant “Them’s them,’’ he whis- “Balmy as badgers.” of them, have scrammed off. The other told us keeping guard and will the slightest provocation. Awheel and Away Cautiously withdrawing the chair, Jerry peered out, called “Lofty" and then crept towards the stairs. His progress was unobstructed. Not a sound came to suggest there was anyone else in and himself. Warily, he door, unbolted officers. the house, but Elise proceeded to the it and admitted the w ftBR» London in the Blackout Amazingly Black and Quiet sss«ggr Sergeant Mitton. “that there are four unregistered aliens employed on these premises," jerry almost collapsed at this unexpected anti-climax. “It is no laughing matter, sir." “Poor young gentleman isn’t re sponsible, sergeant," P.G. Hill mur mured, nudging his companion. “Don’t forget what the rector said." “Did Mr, Mursdon tell you some thing fishy was happening here?" Jerry asked. “That’s got nothing it, sir. We came to enquire the Americans." “And I told you ing a run foi* it, they ought to be this neighborhood, finished beating will be too late. You’ve got to get a message through tof Superinten dent Clewthers of Scotland Yard.” Mention of Clewther’s name act ed like magic. Mitton received it with a defference that only stopped short of standing at the salute. “Friend of yours, sir?” * “He knows all about me—us. Tell him—No, never mind. Where’s the nearest telephone?” “If you like you can borrow my bike,” the sergeant volunteered. , They all trooped out to inspect the steed. At that identical mo ment the four gangsters had work ed their way round from the back of the house and were in the act of mounting two cycles providentially , placed there for them. Trigger" Tonks had the sergeant’s and Lofty Mullings the constable’s Neither was particularly proficient in the art, but they managed to keep on, with. Hank Howes and Four-flusher Farrell perched pre cariously on the back stays. “Hi!” yelled Mitton. can’t do that. It’s against the law/ What sounded suspiciously like a concerted raspberry drifted back. To desperadoes steeped in crime a Traffic Act prohibition meant very little. Even had they known that it was forbidden to carry passengers on*, a pedal machine built foi’ one, Mr. Howes and Mr. Farrell would still have clung tightly. Neither they, nor Mr. Mullings and Mr. Tonks had the slightest qualms about making off with the con stabulary bicycles, with the pos sible exception that Lofty regarded it as a come-down 1 from his habit ual choice of high-powered cars. “Lumme!” Constable Hill re marked with bated breath, “they-ve pinched our grids. Mr. O’Hara was right. They -certainly are desper ate criminals.” “And my name isn’t O’Hara,” Jerry interposed. , “I wish you would make a special note of that.” The sergeant sniffed.* “There’s a lot of notes I’m going to make,” he retorted darkly. “What do you call yourself, did you.say?” “Clitheroe “Hah! Going under an you?” “Alias is the word, doesn’t happen to fit. Manuel who adopted “Who is he?” Leader of that thugs.” “One of them as our bikes?” “Eo, a fifth member of the gang, who didn’t happen to be on the premises at the moment of your op portune arrival.” “This here looks terribly sus picious to me. “Anything you says may be used in evidence against you. I’m afraid you’ll both have to step along to the station while we sorts this out.” “What‘about my telephone call?" “You can do it from there. I don’t rightly know what’s been going on, but I’ll feel easier with the pair of you where I can keep a proper eye on you." “Lead on Macduff!" "Mitton is the name, sir. to do with about they were By this well away When you’ve about the bush it You’ve mnk- time from “You y> Jerry Clitheroe.” alibi, are It it, And that was Dago not I.” collection of got away on I haven’t got no call to go hiding my self under an alib—under an alias." Elise tried to pour oil on troubl ed waters. “I’m sure you haven’t she said Sweetly, The sergeant drew himself up With awful majesty. “We don’t want no sarcastical remarks neith-, er," he announced. “Move along, please." They formed fours and marched Painful, Pus Filleil Boils the Cause of Much Misery If you suffer from boils yoti know how sick ntld miserable they made you feel. Boils are an, outward indication of impurities in the system, ttfid just When you# think you are rid of one another etops Ujb io take its place and prolong yotir misery. All the lancing and poulticing you cant do way not stop wore cowing. . # To help overcome boils you should purify the blood, so^why not give that old, reliable blood medicine, Burdock Blood Bitters, a chance to show what it will do in helping you get rid of them? Thousands have used it for this purpose for the past 60 years. Why not you? Tho T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, OiiL AinerRAl" Clewthers arranged plans had of Tony Mon trap he had was but all This is the fourth of1 a series of articles about conditions in Great Rrituiii other* countries vis ited by a group of Canadian news paper editors. It was -written for the weekly newspapers of Can* ada by their own representative on the tour, Hugh Templin, of the Fergus News-Record, First impressions may net be ac curate, but they are always interest ing. The first thing that to England wants to see age done by the bombs, exception. The airport plane had dropped us down on British soil was interesting in its way, but much like a dozen others I had visited In Canada. There were only two apparent differences; the planes were of different types, though there were a few familiar Avro Ansons, and the buildings were protected against the blasts from bombs dropping nearby. The customs examination was brief, though the examiner did show some interest m the thought it necessary England with me. I brush with the lady took away all the letters I had car ried from Canada and appealed to be horrified that I had taken along be easy enough to run with the a map of the British Isles. Appar- hare and hunt with the hounds, ently, I had unwittingly committed Worst of all was the fact that | a grave crime and she said she must < confiscate it. Evidently, a few girls get that 1 way when given some brief author ity, I met censors several times during the next six weeks, but none like that young lady. She even went so far as to take away two pic ture postcards I had bought in the Azores on the flight across the At lantic. After a brisk argument, in which the customs man took my part, I got the map back. The let ters and post cards arrived by mail at my hotel in London a week lat er, after being censored. First Impressions of Bombing It was only a few miles to the nearest city, a seaport 011 the west Coast of England. I had never been across the Atlantic before; so I watched with interest for the things I had been told about so of ten—the small fields enclosed by hedges, the slated or tiled roofs, the little locomotives pulling long trains of tiny wagons. Nothing really -seemed strange, .foi’ photo graphy had made them all familiar. Only the barrage balloons floating over the nearby hills showed that "England had changed. As -our car entered the city,z we all looked around curiously for signs of damage. Rumors in Can ada said that this ancient port was practically destroyed. German ver sions said |hat the dock area was rendered useless. As we crossed a bridge over the river I looked at the shipping and saw no sign of dam age to the docks. The first blitzed house stood -on a corner. Or it had stood on the I corner, for riot a thing was left I except a pile of bricks in the base- [ ment. The houses on either side 1 seemed undamaged, except for a I few boarded-up windows, but the ! corner .one was gone as cleanly as | though it -had been carved out with j a big knife.' I thought to myself: actly what I expected to see: looks jpst like the pictures. In the next block, another house had been, hit. , It wasn’t as thor oughly destroyed. One side wall remained, and up it at irregular in tervals were- the fireplaces -which had once supplied a- bit of heat to its rooms. Part of the floor of one upstairs room hung in the air, with a bed on it. Again there was that feeling that this was just what I had expected. It remained while we drove down a long street, with .half a dozen houses missing at more or less re gular intervals. After that, my feelings began to change. Perhaps it was the ruined churches. Sev eral of fhem had nothing left but blackened walls. On the main business street, many stores were without windows; others were hol low shells. It made me angry This wanton damage senseless, Obviously, gets had not been hit been repaired so quickly that effect was slight. It was the hous es that had suffered most, and the, churches. . The train to London Yas crowd ed, but six of Us got a compartment to ourselves. On the wall was a detailed map of the railway line. I thought of the /irl in the censor’s office and my map, But I never Saw another One on a British train. Most of the railway stations have had the names obliterated or the signs ’torn down in the hope that in vaders .might got lost. London in the Blackout Slim An ought to the mass off in brooding silence. CHAPTER XIX “Tony’s In Superintendent worried. Carefully entirely unorthodox gone astray, instead telli falling into a seemingly vanished off the face of the earth. So, too, had the decoy, together with Miss Dallas, nie and Dago Manuel. in a way the officer have been grateful for disappearances. If he could have felt certain that none of them would evei* be seen again, he would have heaved a sigh of relief and got on with other business. But he knew they would he almost cer tain to pop up again, bringing at tendant troubles in their train. There were moments, too, when he had grave suspicions about Jer ry Clitheroe, linking him up with these. quick-change acts as an ac cessory before, during and after the fact. Was it possible, he wonder ed, that Clitheroe had been having him on a piece of string? It would Clitheroe’s trail had been com pletely lost. In that darkest hour before the dawn Clewthers acquired a violent and entirely irrelevant dislike for all thing's American. Only when he had reached the lowest depth of depression did the sun shine. “There is,’""grated the inter-of fice telephone, “a lady to see you.” “Tell her I’m too busy,” he snap ped back. “Very good, sir. Shall we detain her in custody until you’re disen gaged?” . “Detain her in custody? What are you talking about?” “Lady's on the wanted list, Name of Montelli.” The superintendent bounded of his chair so violently that almost pulled the cords from apparatus, and then sat down with a crash that drew protesting creaks from his chair. “Bring her in,” he yelled. “Bring her here at once. What are you wasting time for?” The operator mumbled something about understanding there was a state of being too busy, and then passed along the instructions while still fumbling with the connecting plug. Impatiently the superintendent stalked to the -door and looked down the corridor. Slim Annie came along accompanied by a uniformed con stable. Her appearance had changed con siderably. Gone were the flashy clothes, the glittering jewels, the heavy make-Up. Actually she looked batheWmore attractive to the: simple-minded detective, although she was to draw attention to her own condition in a complaining, manner. j r “Reckon you don’t find me look-j iiig so good,” she exclaimed. “I’ve been through a lot lately, Bopped most of my belongings to keep the wolf from the door,” “Come and sitf down,” he invit ed. “Evidently you have some thing to tell me." “I’ll say!” Although hei’ outward style had altered, there was no loss of self- assurance. She sank into a chair with Studied elegance, disposed her skirt to her liking, rather -than to -that of the superintendent, eyed him brightly. . “Well?” he demanded. “You English police' ain’t helpful,” she exclaimed. ‘ home they help yoti to talk, not make it like 'they wanted you to keep your mouth shut. Get the dope ready for you, they do, and if you don’t like it that don’t worry them. Why, when they had me down at the D.A.’s office in........" “•Never mind about comparisons in police come here interesting take it?’ “Sounds don’t get it. like David walking of lloris." “Only it happened “What you say goes. es, anyways! They ate him, what ever the feller's tag?' Superintendent Clewthers did not pursue the subject, feeling that. Slim Annie’s Biblical knowledge was more peculiai’ than extensive. He hoped her factual revelations would be mere valuable. “Suppose We get (lown to tacks?’ he suggested mildly. “I been double-crosSed?’ “By whom?’’ “If that’s English for ‘who -done It?’ i’ll tell you. By the ‘gang, of course. That yellow skunk who calls liisself Tony Montelli, and the rest of the dirty bunch, Left me flat in this devil’s own burg!" (To be Continued) out he the and . very “Back methods. You haven’t to relate your no-doubt experiences of them, I i like a wisecrack, but I Unless you mean I’m into the den to be Daniel." Who car brass Lal i any visitor is the dam- I was no where our things I had to take to had a short censor. She ‘This is ex it before long, seemed. military Or they so tar- had the The train was about half-way to Lofidoii When blackout time arrived at about half-past six. The guard cams in arid pulled down heavy blinds over all the windows and doors, Riven the door out ihto the ti | corridor had a blind cm it. It was the first hint that there is nothing half-hearted about the out. It’s black. , Inside the railway dim lights kept the in a state of semi-darkness, was a white light, set high up in a . deop funnel in the roof. The other light, more exposed, was blue and did not give enough light to make it possible to read a newspaper. Of all the first impressions, none is more vivid than that -of my ar rival in London in the blackout. There was some doubt about wheth er the train had reached Padding ton station Qi* not but everybody seemed to be getting out- One of the editors opened the door. There wasn’t a thing to be seen except three scattered blue bulbs in a ceil ing high overhead. Moving shapes came past the door and one of them answered the question; “Is Paddington?” with a short, sir," Nobody who hasn’t been will ever believe how dark London can be in the blackout at the time of the new moon, Three blue bulbs really give no light at all: they just intensify the darkness, And Lon don was not.only -dark, but quiet as well, This didn’t seem like a way station. Outside, not a showed in the city. Somehow, our hosts from British Council found us, and knew what to do. In a few utes, they had a porter hunting for a taxicab. Where he went, I’ll nev er know,, but he1 came back with two, and in the light of later ex perience, that was something of an achievement. Our taxi driver was old and his cab was ancient. Four persons and their luggage seemed like too much of a load, but we entrusted Ourselves ’to what to do. The only don are the sheltei’ signs. Even the lights are covered, except cross British black- carriage, two compartment One this “Yes, there rail light the they min- him, hoping he knew outdoor lights in Lon- traffic signals and the Even the traffic a tiny in the centre. The shelter signs have only a dim S showing on them. An Uncanny Quietness The feeling ‘ persisted that this, could not possibly be the world’s largest city. Sometimes the taxi would stop and a bus or some more ’Z „j across an intersec- Each had one dim headlight, with shutters, so -that it NEW YEAR'S REDUCED RAH FARES FARE AND A THIRD Good going; Friday, Dec. 19 to Thursday, Jan. 1, 1942 inclusive, Return limit: leaving destination not later than midnight (E.S.T,) Wednesday, January 7, 1942, FARE AND A QUARTER Good going; Tuesday? Dec. 30, to, Thursday, Jan. 1, 1942 inclusive. Return limit;, leaving destination not later than midnight (E.S.T.j Friday? January 2, 1942, .4NJP.P2L4L—As many thousands of out Armed Forces will move during . this, period, the Railways appeal to’the gen eral public to travel early and assist in avoiding congestion. For fares and further Information apply Ticket Agents. CAHA^lffl NATIONAL ft photograph which shows the great dome of St. Paul’s standing up above a mass of, smoke and flames, while in the foreground the walls of ruin ed houses are silhouetted against the fire. I had wondered some times if that photograph were not faked. In a room of the Press Club in London, I saw the original. Walking through the ruins of the old City of London, it is still easy to picture that terrible night. Many of the walls Which up in that blackened area the big blitz last December, been torn, down by squads. Where there ments, they have been and" turned into water for fighting future fires. This was buildings and with a number of fine old churches, and some of the most famous ad ministrative buildings. It -was burned in a concentrated blitz one' week-end before the Londoners had learned how to fight the incendiary bomb. I don’t think it could ever happen again. An incendiary bomb is small and light. . A large bomb ing plane might carry a thousand of them. They are showered down are just heavy stood since have demolition are base cemented reservoirs an area publishing of office houses taxis would go tion. fitted threw a circle of semi-darkness on the pavement.- The windows of the,by hundreds and buses were covered. They were just. enoUgll to g0 through a slate roof, dim outlines as they passed. I T’ ' ‘ ‘ ' ft " The .tiny red cross at the corner ! burst into flame. would disappear and be replaced by j counts. The incendiary bomb can be a green one and* the driver would start up again. Some of the editors, familiar with Londori in the past, asked him questions about the local ities. Only once, at the corner of Hyde Park, -did one of them guess correctly. I am told that London in normal j the small things. times is noisy at night, though not es, it, is dolls or other toys lying .so bad as New York. In the black- around: in former office buildings, out, it is quiet. There seem to be it is .battered typewriters piled no private cars. Taxi and bus driv- up, a dozen or so together, or some ers must find their way largely by, other evidence of the normal life instinct. * | that was once carried on there. The -cab stopped under some kind - Yet even in the midst -of -this de- of roof. A man with' a tiny pocket solation. T had a. fa.pHne--.fhaf. fha It is 'two minutes or so before they Every second conquered in the first two or three minutes. After that, it takes the fire brigade to do anything about it.- Strangely enough the things that touch the heart of the observ- | er in desolate areas like this are . In ruined hous- ; A man with' a tiny pocket solation, I had a feeling -that the flashlight helped us out and called German bombers had failed/’ They We haii not eveil .tried .to hit military . It is thought' that, they for someone to take the bags. We had not even tried -to hit military passed through a revolving door-and targets. It is thought' that -they emerged ~ suddenly ^into the bright tried tq wipe out the whole oi Lon- -, ju-u.. . | don’s fire-fighting apparatus. They something familiar didn’t succeed. The fire brigades massed in that -small area and bombers came over, dropping explosive bombs, Suddenly stopped coming. It is said a mist arose back over the Channel and it was feared they could not return safely. Whether that was the reason or hot, Lon don’s fire fighters escaped to fight another day. Seeing other parts of . London la ter, I felt again and again that the German bombers had failed. They destroyed thousands of houses and stores and offices and dozens of did get -many fac- Thames. 'But they ■to frighten the they f also missed -light of a hotel lobby. There was J about the place. The feeling per-iWere sisted even after I had been taken to my room and had looked into -the I high bathroom with its Roman bath and they Royal Doulton fixtures, reminders. that of past splendor. Then I remem-' bered. I had seen xhis famous hotel in moving pictures, long, ago. more Bomb Damage in London The next morning I saw London for the first time. Our hosts from the British Council came around in an old car and drove us around the central part of the city, particularly that part of Old London which had been destroyed by the Great Fire in 1'6166 and rebuilt better than it had been. Now it has been destroy ed again, East of St. ‘Paul’s Cathedral and north of Fleet Street, there is an area of almost a square mile with hardly a building Standing. 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There was bombing going on all that time, 'but H was around -the coasts of Britain, I came through a bombing one night in 'Bourne mouth, and will tell of It in a later story, But conditions have ob viously changed. The Germans no longer have superiority in the air. Defences are stronger, seem HkeTy be “blitzed" last winter; impossible. It doesn’t that the British will again as they were actual invasion -seems