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1940.
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"Hongkong Telegraph's" Short Stories Series:
Featuring Tiger Standish on the Warpath
TIGER Standish was bored.
All the 12 st. 10 lbs. of him was bored. And mixed with this boredom was a baffled His Rense 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 boy?" enquired Sir Harker Bellamy.
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"Matter, 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 Sen?"
The Chief of Y.1' (British Intelligence) did his best to utter a coolng sound, It was a lamentable failure and Standish told him 80.
"What are you croaking about?" he demanded. before agreeing to Bellamy's suggestion that they should take their coffee in the smoking-rooin.
Seated skle by side on the big leather sofa to the right of the huge fireplace. Bellamy started to make his amende honourable by offering the nee member of his staff a cigar.
Tiger, acutely conscious that only one man in that room know the whole reason why he was in muftl, would not be mollified.
"What's the matter with it?" he said, looking suspiciously at the proffered gift, "Has your butler given up smoking lils brand, or why are you being so damned generous?"
"Don't be an ass, my boy, it's a Romeo and Julieta." "Never met the lady; smoke It yourself. I never beyond a pipe." He partly fied an old briar "And now, ple-face, what's the continuing
nspire before Idea, wasting my time like this?"
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Sir Harker Bellamy, who was used to the other's alleged witlicisnis, and who had a very genuine affec- tion for Standlah-hadn't the latter brought off many astounding.
for coups
Department during the last no signs of resentment; instead three years? showed no 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 fuction.
He
was going to spring a little surprise on his favourite ugent and was indulging in a brief anti- cipatory enjoyment.
Then, being a very busy man, "he wasted no fur- ther time.
"What is the use of going round belly-aching as do, Tiger?" he said. "Damn it all, you know very well the broke out ngement we came to the day before war
you
out."
"My foot! I do!" was the gloomy rejoinder.
"I told you then and I tell you now, that you are doing far better work rounding up these Nazi spies 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.
ing
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"Well, now you're talking, B.," replied Thyer, allow- pipe to go out in his excitentcnt; "what is this
his
"I want you to pay attention to a pretty 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
I Sonia's greatest friend?" was the reply. "Greatest curse, you mean: no, B., you old ghoul, you'll have to somebody else to do your fat-foot-
get
Ing after this wenchi, 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 a 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 her is
is probably the most dangerous woman spy work- 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."
"Unless I'm wrong in my guess," returned Bellainy, "this particular bird will give you plenty of sport; In any case I would remind you that I am your superior offloor."
Tiger groaned.
"Orders is orders'. Go on; let's have the book of words"
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 furnished as an office. A tall, alim-waisted man, whidea elegance of, manner was somewhat too pronounced, got up quickly from the desk at which he had been sented.
Madame desires?" he enquired, with a pronounced foreign accent.
The reply would have been shattering to any enves- dropper.
"Don't be a damned fool, Louis; I've come here on business. Anything for mot
He acknowledged the rebuke with a slightly seld
*mile.
"You are so abrupt, my dear," he remarked, "thint one day I am afraid you will be getting into trouble. One has to observe the convenances; after all, one of
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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," sald the visitor. "If they to anything at all to women spies in this country they don't hong them, they shoot them. And now, once again, is there anything for me?"
"S. 26 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 door in the back of the desk slowly opened. From this he took a tiny roll of paper. He handed it to the woman who, without inspecting placed it in her bag.
"Thank you, Louls," she now said. Raising her voice: "I think I'll have that creation you call your 'Evening Melody","
"Merel, Madame; au revoir, Madame,"
The exit was beautifully done; the slim-waisted one bowing like some romantle figure out of the past over the hand of a very attractive woman. The intter smiled as she turned away, but this smile quickly changed as a tail 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 sightly husky voice, "Fact is, I'm looking for my wife.
away
Appurently oblivious of her contemptuous expression, he turned
to address one of the saleswomen who was passing. "I say," he asked, "you haven't seen my wife around, have Because he Was such a personable male-she afterwards described him as "one of those beautifully ugly man, my dear"- the vendeuse gave him her attention.
you?"
"Bartolemy,"
"I'm affald T forget your wife's name for the moment,"-she-sald, he supplied. "Well,"more quickly-"if she I shall be sure to hasn't been in, I must cut along to Brook Street: catch her there." And giving the girl a smile which "fairly turned the old heart right over, m' dear," as she later explained, he turned in the directiun 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 fired my first shot at the bird, B.," he said quietly into the mouthpiece: "meanwhile watch Chalinol's dress show off Bond Street; I believe it's a post-office.. Yes, she's a good looker all right. What was the name of that place you told me about after lunch?"
"Caesarine's."
"Of course, I was a fool to forget, .. Well, now I'll be toddling off again."
Almost 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 seei How's the old kace getting on?"
did a creditable bit of acting.
That fool in Wimpole Street sill says I shall have to be careful,"
he repiled wck--so you're being tied down to London, eh?"
"For a wille," was the bitter rejoinder. "Are you on leave?" "Three days, nty boy, and I'm going to make the most of every
minute of it." The man back from France rubbed his hands. "How's the missus?"
"The last time she wrote she was very ft."
"She's not in town then?".
"No, she's looking after some relative's kids down in Somerset." "Free agent?"
"Yes-but what's the Ides?"
"I wondered if 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?"
"Ohl" grinned back the R.W., "one can always find a girl. Besides, I've just had a
a day in Paris"
"I see! Well, if you're sure I shan't be in the way." "Damn 1, man, should I have asked if 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 called Caesarine's. I'm told you can get a worth-while flutter there,
"Did you say this place was called Caesarine's?"'
"Yes, Caesarine'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 knew that 'Wilding's one weakness was gambling lost 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 Commo Club, three hours before, that the woman he had been deputed to watch, the self-styled Hon. Brenda Loring, was an habitue of this particular night-club, and now," one of his greatest friends was actually offering to take him along to the place!
"But are you sure you can ret In, Tony?" he asked. The dying officer patted the breast-pocket of his tunic.
bloke in my own "Got a personal note on introduction from squadron. There won't be any difficulty about that, old boy,"
meat?"
"OK. then. What time shall me mea
"
"Oh, eightish. Dinner at the Berkeley ruite "Down to the ground," was, the reply,Hut24 London was giving itself up to its wartime pleasures. These, some a little garish, others a little questionable perhaps, were snatch-
the girls outside may have been listening,. One cannot ed at with avidity. All sorts of mushroom night resorts had sprung be too careful in this game," and pulling a silk hand-up during the past few weeks, and thought Standish had heard about kerchief from his breast-pocket he performed a grim 4 the anany of them, he had, purposely kept away. For one thing, piece of pantomime; making a noose at one end of the his mood wes; all wrong for, sich, frivolity; for another, he liked to
shield his wife from the more shady aspects of life, and thirdly, when he 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 book-curiously a pipe and
restrained conduct for such a man of action, but it was his method of silent rebellion at what lie con- sidered an unjust fate. If he could not be with his friends at the front, he would endeavour to toe the so far as London and its excite
Besides, ments were concerned.";
line,
was devilishly awkward to have to keep on explaining why a man of his age and obvious fitness, apart from his football knee, and well-known aporting. prowess, was still in mufti,
But to-night he did not mind stepping out. tle was sure of his company to begin with: Tony Wilding had been his friend for so long that If he could have Kiven the other his full confidence he would have done so. This being impossible-although he had the minor 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- taurant. Plenty of khaki and blue, with practically
no
upling dress-most of the women were wearing
of some
the kind-but prevalling note was one of galety, even though this sounded now and again distinctly strained. But what with the black- out and all the other infernal restrictions, people had a right to enjoy themselves, and Tiger, feeling much happier now that he was at work again, beamed upon his immediate world like an overweight fairy god- Lather.
He encouraged Tony to talk about life over the Siegfried Line-Wilding had turned to good account his
the ying experience-and the meal was e
enjoyable one.. They did not stay long,
BS however: the flying officer was determined to cram
into his short leave as was possible. So, nine o'clock saw them looking in at the very rowdy and 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 succeeded. London was a queer place in wartime. When the final curtain fell, Tony's appetite for life was still unabated.
"Now a little supper at the Cafe de Paris, and then we'll go on to Caesarine's," he announced..
*
*
*
NE 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 biscuit 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 difflculty about admittance; the letter which the flying officer had produced. had acted like a magic 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
time"
A cynical smile flitted over the speaker's face. "That's the spirli," retoried Wilding, and, taking the man's arm, he drew him to one skle.
"My pal, Nasmith, said the right people can get a little Butter here-ls that right?" he asked in a low tone. There was a momentary hesitation.
"We have to be careful of the police, you know," was what the other replied at length.
"Oh, I know all about that--but my friend and I are all right. You're not going to let us down, old boy7"
Put on outh, Wilding would have unhesitatingly declared that he lonthed the very sight of this poisonous bilghter 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 wolf He was Holding the bank and doing fine. A huge pile of chips was in front of him but, gind us 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. (a sort of annexe to the night club Itself), and he was right. There she was, very daringly dressed, and looking sufficiently attractive to turn the head of any man.
When he first recognised the person in the next chair to her at the baccarat table, Tiger softly whistled, Roger Westlakel
Roger Now a great deal was becoming clear. Westlake possessed, probably, the finest inventive brain of any man in England. Even the enemy-but that was before September 1039, of course had acknow- ledged him to be a genius at neroplane engine design- ing.
Had the woman recognised him? Standish con- tinued to watch, taking, apparently, only an Indolent Interest the proceedings, but actually observing everything that took place. Amongst the facts he mentally registered was the obylous yen that Westlake had for the woman sented on his right. Why, the man was so infatuated that he did not apparently trouble
Onco what a fool he made of himselfi
more be whistled softly, to himself.
He had seen enough. The night had not by any
wasted. meaving Tony to his own devices, (You going, old Level: Fit be seeing you in the morning."); Stan- bort. dish returned to the night club proper, using that secret door, the entrance to which, as he had seen-enriler, was very rigorously guarded. Goiting his hat and coat, he descended in the lift and went out into Regent Street.
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