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TIGER Standish was bored.
All the 12 st. 10 lbs. of him
baffled His
was bored. And mixed with this boredom was a sense of exasperation. luncheon companion at the Cosmo Club in Brook Street- that very select rendezvous for eminent men in different, walks of life-knew the rea-' son and quietly smiled to him- self before looking across the small table.
"What's the matter, my hoy?" enquired Sir Harker Bellamy,
Wednesday,
HONGKONG TELEGRAPH.
November 27, 1940.
By Walt Disney
Telegraph's" Short Stories Series:
Tiger Standish on the Warpath
Behind The
shield his wife from the more shady aspects of life, and thirdly, when bo had not been working on one of the several commissions for Bellamy which had so far taken up his time since September 3rd, he had settled himself at home with
anda pipe
IMPREGNABLE⠀
"Maiter, you old buzzard?" came the reply; "do you imagine that I like, staying here in London when all my pals are either in France or in the North Sea?"
The Chief of Y. (British Intelligence) did his best to utter a coolng sound. It was a lamentable failure and Standish told him so.
"What are you croaking about?" be demanded, before agreeing to Bellamy's suggestion that they should take their coffee in the smoking-room.
Sented-side by side on the big leather sofa to the right of the huge freplace, Bellamy started to make his amende honourable by offering the ace member, of his staff algor
Tiger, acutely conscious that only one man in that room knew the whole reason why he was in mufti, would not be moilified.
"What's the matter with 11?" he said, looking suspiciously at the proffered gift. "Has your butler given up smoking this brand, or why are you being. so danned generous?".
"Don't be an ass, my boy, it's a Romeo and Julieta." "Never met the Indy; smoke it yourself. I never aspire beyond a pipe." He partly ulled an old briar before continuing. "And now, pic-face, what's the idea, wasting my time like this?"
Sir Harker Bellamy, who was used to the other's ́alleged wittkelsms, and who had a very genuine affec- tion for Standish-hadn't the latter brought off many. Batounding for his Department during the last three years? showed no signs of resentment; fnatcad he took back the cigar from the servant who had hastened forward to cut it, struck a match, and ex- haled a cloud of smoke with every evidence of satis- faction. He was going to spring a little surprise on his favourite ngent and was indulging in a brief anti- elpatory enjoyment.
Then, being-a-very-busy-man, he wasted_no_fur- ther time.
"What is the use of going round belly-aching as you do, Tiger?" he said. "Damn it all, you know very well the arrangement we come to the day before war broke out."
"My foot! I do!" was the gloomy rejoinder.
"I told you then and I tell you now, that you are doing for better work rounding up these Nazi sples at home than if you were in France. And now I've got another job for you,"
At these words, the severe lines in what Lady Doreen Wisterley had once described as "the nicest- ugly face in the whole of London," softened,
"Well, now you're talking, B.," replied Tiger, allow- Ing his pipe to go out in his exeltement; "what is this job?"
"I want you to pay attention to a prelty woman— a very pretty woman," was the retort,
Standish struck a match with such force that the heavy stand shook on its base.
"What in God's name are you gassing about?" he retorted. "You know I'm married."
"Aren't I Sonia's grealest friend?" was the reply. "Greatest curse, you mean: no, B., you old ghoul, you'll have to get somebody else to do your fat-foot- ing after this wench, whoever she is."
Bellamy shook his head.
"No, you're going to do it, my boy, and I'll tell you why: first, because you are the best man I can think of, and secondly the Department is very short-handed. Now don't be fool, Tiger, listen to sense."
"But this isn't sense, man; it's damn nonsense." "Even when I tell you that this wench' as you call probably the most dangerous woman spy work- her is Ing against us at the moment?"
"Tiger turned towards him.
"But, damn it, B. she's a woman; It's just like shooting a sitting bird,"
In any
"Unless
I'm wrong in my guess," returned Bellamy, this particular bird will give you plenty of sport; I would remind you that I am your superior
Tiger groaned. "Orders is orders'. Go on; let's have the book of. words.":
encer
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THAT VERY FASCINATING CREATURE, who was inscribed in the Carlton Hotel register as the Hon. Brenda Loring, turned into Chalinot's off Bond Street, and, briefly acknow ledging the greeting of the vendeuses, proceeded to the end of the salon..
Here, after knocking three times on the door, she walked into a room partly furnisfied as an office. A tall, slim-waisted men, whose elegance of manner was somewhat too pronounced, got up quickly from the 'desk at which ha, had becli' sosted..
Madame desires" be enquired, with a pronounced
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handkerchief, he placed this around his left wrist and gave the other end a sharp tug,
"You are wrong in your facts, Louis," said the visitor. "If they do anything at all to women spies in this country they don't hang them, they shoot them. And now, once again, is there anything for me?"
"S. 20 brought something in this morning," stated the man. "Well, let me have it, you fool."
Louis went back to the knee-hole desk and touched a hidden spring: a secret doar in the back of the desk slowly opened. From this he took n
tiny roll of paper. He handed it to the woman who, without inspecting it placed it in her bag.
"Thank you, Louis," she now said. Raising her voice: "I
Evening Melody'." think I'll have that creation you call "Merel, Madame; au revoir,
Mndume"" The exit was beautifully done; the slim-walsted one bowing like some romantle, figure out of the past over the hand of a very attractive woman. The latter smiled as she turned away, but this smile quickly changed as a tall immaculatly-dressed man, carrying an umbrella over his left arm and a bowler hat in his right hand, barely escaped colliding with her.
By Sidney Horler
"I'm terribly sorry," he said in a slightly husky voice. "Fact is, I'm looking for my wife."
Apparently oblivious of her contemptuous expression, he turned away to address one of the saleswomen who was passing.
"I any." he asked, "you haven't seen my wife around, have you?"
Because he was such a personable male-she afterwards -described-him-as-"one-of-those-Beautifully ugly_men_my_dear,"
the vendeuse gave him her attention.
"I'm afraid I forget your wife's name for the moment," she said. "Bartolemy," he supplied. "Well," more quickly "It she hasn't been in, I must cut along to Brook Street: I shall be sure to catch her there." And giving the girl a smile which "fairly turned the old heart right over, m' dear," as she later explained, be turned In the direction of the door.
:
IT WAS BUT A SHORT DISTANCE to his club in Brook Street, and having reached there, he did a spot of tele- phoning.
"I've Bred my first shot at the bird, B.," he said quietly into the mouthpiece: "mennwhile watch Chalinot's dress show off Bond Street; I believe it's a post-office... Yes, she's a good jooker ali right. What was the name of that place you told me about after lunch?"
"Cuesorine's."
"Of course, I was a fool to forget .. Well, now I'll be toddling off again."
Alinost the first man he met after replacing the receiver was Tony Wilding: the latter, wearing the blue uniform of a Wing- Commander, gave him a vociferous greeting.
Tiger! By all that's wonderfull Just the man I wanted to seet How's the old knee getting on?"
Tiger did
a creditable bit of acting, "That fool in Wimpole Street still says I shall have to be careful,” he replied.
Tough luck-so you're being tied down to London, eh?" "For a
a while," was the bitter rejoinder. "Are you on leave?” "Three days, my boy, and I'm going to make the most of every minute of it." Tite man back from France rubbed his hands. "How's the missus?"
"The last time she wrote she was very fit."
"She's not in town then?"
"No, she's looking after some relative's kids down'in Somerset,” "Free agent?
Agent?"
"Yes-but what's the idea?"
"I wondered Ir you'd dine and spend the evening with me?". Standish grinned. "What, an old buffer like me? Surely there's some lovely gal who would be willing to smile upon the returned warrior?"
grinned back the
"one can always`find'a girl.
(“Oltive just had a day in
Besides,
"I see! Well, If you're sure I shan't be in the way." "Damn it, man,
man, should-
·I asked if
Have
you were likely to be." "Well, the next thing is--what do you propose?** "There's one show I must-see; it's a night-club place coiled. Caesarine's. I'm told you can get a worth-while futter there."
"Did you say this place was called. Caesarino's?"
"Yes,
Chesarine's, 401 Regent Street. Some fellows told me about it out in France.". If you know your way in, the sky's the limit."
Tiger, who know that Wilding's one weakness was gambling, fost no further time in accepting the Invitation. Here was a bit of luck, indeed! First of all, he had been told by Bellamy at the Como Club, three hours before, that the woman he, had been deputed to watch, the self-styled Hon. Brenda Loring, was an habitie of this particular night-club, and now, one of his greatest friends was
offering to lake him along to the place and #But are you BITE YOU can in, Tony?" he asked. The flying officer patted the breast-pocket of his tunic. "Got a personal note on Introduction from a bloke in my own squadron. There won't be any inculty about that old boy...
OK then what they shall
Fios the groLD
About
one thing
book-curiously
for such a man
restrained conduct fashis method of action, but it
it was-
con-
of silent rebellion at. what he sidered an unjust fate. If he could not be with his friends at the front, he would endeavour to toe the line, so far as London and its excite-
nients were concerned. Besides, It was devilishly awkward to have to keep on explaining why a man of
and obvious fitness, ago apart from his football knee, and well-known sporting prowess, was still in mufti."
But to-night he did not mind stepping out. He was sure of his company to begin with; Tony Wilding had been his friend for so long that if he could have given the other his full confidence he would have done so. This being impossible--although he had the ninor satisfaction of feeling that Tony had a very shrewd suspicion that he was doing hush-hush work at home he concentrated on enjoying himself.
The Berkeley looked odd that night, for It was a curious medley that could be seen at the famous res- urant. Plenty of khaki and blue, with practically no evening dress-most of the women were wearing uniform of some kind-but the prevailing note was one of gaiety, even though this sounded now and again distinctly strained. But what with the black- out and all the other infernal restrictions, people hud to enjoy themselves, and Tiger, fecilng much right happler now that he was at work again, beamed upon his immediate world like an overweight fairy god- father.
He encouraged Tony to talk about life over the Siegfried Line Wilding had turned to good account his peacetime Dying experience and the meal was a thoroughly enjoyable one. They did not stay long. however: the flying officer was determined to cram as much into his short leave as was possible. So, nine o'clock saw them looking in at the
and very rowdy equally bawdy revue at the Eastbourne Theatre. This flashy show had been put on by a cynically-calculating manager to catch the mood of the moment and, to be fair,
it had admirably su
succeeded. London was queer place in wartime. When the final curtain fell, Tony's appetite for life was still unabated.
a
"Now a litle supper at the Cafe de Paris, and then we'll go on to Caesarine's," he announced.
*
ONE O'CLOCK SAW STANDISH AND HIS
•COMPANION in an entirely different setting. Tony Wilding, with several other people, men and women, were seated round a baccarat table, within a biscult throw of Regent Street; meanwhile Standish contented himself with the role of looker-on.
Much had happened since they had entered the night club known as Caesarine's an hour before. There had been no difficulty about admittance; the latter which the flying officer had produced had acted like a magle password; a thin, swarthy-faced man, who proved to be Caesarine himself, had exuded goodwill to the two men.
"Any friends of Major Nasmith are welcome here," he stated. "We try to please our clients in these sad titnes."
A cynical smile fitted, over the speaker's face. "That's the spirit," retorted Wilding, and, taking the man's arm, he drew him to one side.
"My pal, Nasmith, said the right people can get a little fuiter here is that right?" he asked in a low tone. There was a mementary hesitation.
"We have to be careful of the police, you know," was what the other replied at length.
I
"Oh, I know all about that but my friend and all right. You're not going to let us down, old
boy?"
Put on outh, Wilding would have unhesitatingly declared that he loathed the very sight of this poisonous blighter but, his favourite passion overwhelming him, he put his personal feelings aside.
Standish had refused to play. He wanted all his wits about him. Let Tony get on with it and Tony, from all appearances, was getting on with it very well! He was holding the bank nnd doing fina. A huge pilo of chips was in front of him but, glad as he was of his friend's success, Standish had other things to think about.
Bellamy had done the preliminary staff work with his accustomed acumen; he had said that the woman suspected of being an enemy spy was an habitue of this secret gaming place ta sort of annexe to the night club itself), and he was right. There she was, very daringly dressed, and looking sumelently attractive to turn the head of any man."
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When he first recognised the person in the next chair to
to her at the baccarat table, Tigor softly whistled
Westlakel Roger
Now
a great deal was becoming clear. Roger Westlake possessed, probably the finest inventive brain of any man in England. Even the enemy--but that was before September 1930, of course had acknow Indged him to be
at acroplane engine design-
con
Had the woman" tinued to watch, laking, apparently, only an indolent Interest in the proceedings, but actually observing averything that took place Amongst the facts he mentally regatered was the obvious yon. that Westlake had for the woman seated on his right." Why, the man was so infatuated that he did
not
apparently. trouble whatin fool he “made"
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of himself The
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own devices, (You going, old boy? Well, I'll be seeing you in the morning"), Stan- dish returned to the night club proper, using that secret door, the entrance to which, as he had seen earlier, was very rigorously guarded. Getting his hat and cont, he descended in the lift and went out into Regent Street. Continued on Page Blogam beken
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