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HONGKONG TELEGRAPH

December 4, 1940.

Ubrary, Supreme

By Walt Disney

OH, YEAH?

Tiger Standish, Ace of British Intelligence Agents

Saves a Minister's Wife From Danger

IR WILLIAM MALTBY PLUCKED AT THE LOOSE FLESH BENEATH HIS CHIN,

"I feel it is only right to tell you, Sir Lessington," he said, in un aggrieved tone, "that I can't possibly imagine that any- thing is really wrong with my wife. She lives a life of pure enjoyment, so far as I can tell, and, what is more, she has just returned from a holiday in Somerset. At her age-she is only 27-she ought to be in the very pink of condition."

The RELUCTANT CAD

The Secretary for National Security looked at the famous neurologist as though he expected an answer straight away.

Sir Lessington Cross was discreetly non-committa). "I shall have to see Lady Maltby before I can come to any opinion,"

Sir William fidgeted with him tle,

"As I daresay you may Imagine.". he continued self- importantly, "I am a pretty busy man these days; and, as I am already late for an important conference in White- hall, you will have to excuse me."

With that, the plump, well-preserved man of sixty, who carried himself with an aura of not unlikeable pom- posity, shook hands and walked out into the hall where his buller was waiting with hat and coat. A couple of minutes later he was in his car, speeding through the Park.

The nerve specialis!, now alone, smiled to himself at the profound lack of discernment in the human race, ns exemplified by this politician. There were any of a dozen causes that might account for Lady Maltby's sudden nervous collapse, as described to him over the telephone at Wimpole Street that morning. But, because Maltby him- self. was a very fit minn (although much too stout) and because he was so absorbed in the important Cabinet post he filled (not without many acrid questions being Bred at him from members of all parties in the House), he resented being unable to understand why a wife, less than half his own age, should be ill

Five minutes Inter, Cross was seated on a chair by the side of his patient. The bedroom showed that its owner was a woman possessing not only wealth but also artistic taste.

And the woman herself? Well, he admitted, she was undeniably attractive, even if her beauty now was marred by an expression of such intense unxiety that his profes- sional interest had become immediately aroused.

After five minutes' questioning, during which she seemed to be putting him off with at least half-truths, he proceeded to the necessary examination. Finally, putting bside his stethoscope,-he-resumed-his-sent-at-the-side-of- the bed.

"I am very glad to be able to tell you, Lady Maltby, that I can and nothing very wrong. In fact, your physical condition is, quite satisfactory. I am afraid I cannot say the same about your nervous system, however; you appear to have sustained some rather severe shock quite recently. Am I right?"

"I have been very worried lately." The words came out so quickly that they were jumbled.

"Can you tell me what about? You see, it's a help to

a doctor to know the underlying cause of a patient's com- plaint." Again she put him off with a half-truth.

"Oh, it's nothing very much.

too many people abo

I think

round me

it's just London

feel

as though there are bout, as though they were all pressing ple about,

Is there any liness or complaint, doctor, which could account for that?"

Perhaps one

one of the shrewdest renders of character amongst his profession, the neurologist pretended to take her question seriously."

"Oh,

Yes, I have

a patient now, for instance, who is afraid to enter any crowded building; it's torture to him to go to the theatro-three times in one week he has made the effort and each time he has been seized by a kind of panic and had to come out. He will get better. nervous panic and but those thing toke

time, of course. And," with a

smile of good-humoured reproof, "you are not nearly as bad as he la. Your husband tells me that you have just come back from a holiday in the country, Lady Maltby."

Innocent enough words in all truth, yet they brought aspasm of what Sir Lessington knew must be fear-stark and dreadful-into the face of this new patient.

"Why did he tell you that? Willlara in always inter- fering with

Tth my

comings and goings." affairs, my To soothe her, he caught hold of her hand.

"You must not blame your husband, Lady Maltby; he is only too anxious, as I am of course, to see you get well. Before I came up here I had a brief talk with Sir Williams, who had waited for me, and he merely mentioned in pass- ing that you had been away to Somerset. Now,”-the pressure on her band Increasing remember that a doctor is like sacred."wyer or a priest whatever you tell him is

Why

should you say such a thing as that. Instead

of calming har. he had brought hack that expression of dreadful fear into her eyes,

The only reason I said it was because it

obvious

to me, as a doctor, that your present high-nervous condi- flon is due, not to any physical cause,-not, in other words, 10 illness of

of any kind, but to come foolish obsession which you have

what makes you afraid, Lady Maltby7" "I'm not afraid! Why should I be afraid?" He shook his head.

"I am very busy man, Lady Mallby," he said, and now his voice was stern; "I-have been called in by your husband to treat you for what he thought might be n nervous collapse: I want to help you-but I have no time to waste on difficult patients. If you will not give your confidence, 'I am afraid you will have to seek other mo advice. Unlike some of my colleagues, perhaps, I believe in being perfectly frank with a patient. Now. Lady Maliby, I cannot

unless tell me

If you teal you can't, then I am wasting, both your the and my own. I quite appreciate that I am here at your husband's request and not at your own."

"I can't stand any more now," she said, and turning,

HAT NIGHT, SIR LESSINGTON DINED TWITH TIGER STANDISH. The son of the Earl of Quorn and he, in spite of the twenty years' difference in their ages, were close friends so close indeed, that Standish, watching the distrait manner of his companion, began to rally him in characteris- tic fashion.

"What's the matter, Smudge?" he chided, giving the other the nickname he had coined because of the scar on Cross's left cheek, the legacy of a rocing-car smash at Brooklands ten years before; "you look as though you've got all fangled up with a skeleton and it has given you left hook to the jaw."

By Sidney Horler

The neurologist took some time in lighting his cigar. They were seated in front of the smoking-room fire at the Lotus Club in Piccadilly, and he did not rise to the bait. Instead, he made rather a curious rejoinder.

"How is your hush-hush stuff getting on, Tiger?" The speaker was one of the very few men in London who knew of Standish's connection with the Intelligence Department.

"In and out. y'know. I have my good days and my bad nights-atill. old B." (referring to his immediate superior, Sir Harker Bellamy, C.M.C., D.S.C.) "keeps me, like murderers, hanging on. Why?" be asked swiftly, giving the nerve specialist a look as keen as the flash of a sword.

Cross continued to be mysterious.

"I am in one hell of a spot, my boy," he said. Standish whistled.

"You're not going to tell me you've been playing the fool with one of your more fluffy patients?"

"Don't be an ass-I'm serious,and the tone con-

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in

"Don't be a cat?"

"Any woman can be a cat when she has to defend her young."

"By "young", do you mean my humble 'self?”

"I refuse to say another word until you tell me what all this mystery is about."

Tiger resorted to л piece of childish rituni.. Puiting the tip of his right index finger against his tongue, he then held it up.

See that wet!" he quoted.

His wife, knowing that before he would give her his full confidence she must exchange this childish oath, wetted the tip of her own finger and drew it across her neck

See this wet, see this dry: hi- tiddly-hf-tl All right, Tiger," serious now "mum's the word!". Satisfied that no power on earth would ever make her go back on this pledge, he tossed the sheet of paper he had been studying over to her. Sonia straightened it out and read the typewritten note will puzzled eyes.

"This country cannot afford to have any open or cover traitors.., Tiger Standish is advised in this con- nection to keep his eye on the company which Lady Maltby, wife of the Secretary for National Security. frequents. This communication is sent in the strictest confidence."

"I hate anonymous letters! declared Sonia, putting the paper aside as though it solled her hands.

"So do I," replied her husband, "but, all the same, human nature is damned queer in wartime, my sweet. I think I will get you to describe the Swedish gentleman a little more minutely."

REPORTING, AS USUAL, TO SIR HARKER BELLAMY an hour later, Tiger found "The Mole" (as Bellamy was often referred to), in one of his more waspish moods. It was a curious mental quirk of Bellamy's that he was never so bad- tempered as when there was a temporary lull of work. He turned a pair of lack-lustre eyes on his favourite agent as Standish entered the room.

"Nothing for you," he said, gloomily; "we seem to have cleaned up all the Nasties for the time being."

"Finel" declared Standisht; "then I shall be able to elude your beastly clutches and get into uniform of some kind!"

This stung Bellamy,

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"Not on your life!" he growled; "something will crop up very soon; meanwhile you can take a day of so off- that is, as long as you let me know where I can reach you by telephone."

my

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vinced bis listener this was, if anything, an under-state- AS SHE HEARD THE FAINT TRILLING IN

"Can I help?" now asked Tiger, soberly. "That's just the problem," replied the other. "I feel

I ought to tell you something, something that is worrying me very much, and yet

well, I can't." there' an

"It you can't, you can't and that

end of it All right, come on: this place gets more like a morgue every day. I'm sure that old follow over there has been dead for nearly a fortnight. Let's go along to the Criterion. I'm told it's quite a good farce; you will be able to ansp out of yourself."

ANTERING HIS HOUSE IN CHAPEL STREET

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the following morning, Tiger had a very agree- able surprise. The usually severely-episcopalian face of Bates, his butler, was slightly relaxed.

"Hello, Bates, you look as though you'd back the win- ner of the 3.30,"

The buller took his overcoat and brushed off an imagluary Berk of dust.

"Thank you, sir and then even more humanity showing in his face "Mrs. Standish is back, sir

"WHAT"""

Pushing the speaker to one side, Tiger raced upstairs to his wife's room.

"What's the meaning of this, Heart of Jada?" he de- manded of the silm and attractive girl who turned, radiant- eyed, as he flung open the door,

"Tiger, darling, you'll be breaking my ribs one of these days!" Senla expostulated. "Sit down and listen; I felt I had to come up for a break-poor Aunt Caroline and her evartiees rather get on my nerves sometimes, and so here I am. Two whole days I'm going to be in London, so you'll have every opportualty of making a fuss of me. I want to shop, to lunch at the Berkeley, to see at least two shows

She clapped ber hands like a child

at the prospect. "Now if you're a very good boy, you shall have ten with me. I'll be ready in exactly three minutes."

In what Sonin como downstairs she found him absorbed

looked like a letter so absorbed, in fact, that he did not even look up when she came and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Tiger" she said, reproachfully, "Sorry, my sweet," he repiled, "but

." and he waved the sheet of paper which he had been studying, as though offering it as an excuse for his absence of mind.

"I say," he went on quickly; "you knew Isabel Tarrant before she married that noguinental art, Maltby, didn't You?"

His wife nodded.

"Yes, we were at school together in Switzerland. But why on earth are you talking about Isabel Maltby now?" Then, suddenly, "Tiger, you've got better taste than that, surely?"

wall

"What do you mean, "belies taxfe'? Are you accusing me of poodle-faking directly your back's turned?"

"Well, not exactly, but why are you talking about. Jabel Maltby? She's always been a bit of a fizzeri I suppose I ought not to tell stories out of school, but

. only last week I saw her in a hotel at Wells.” with a

a man?" Surprised at the gravity of her husband's face. abo nodded.

dwind "Of coursol; The;

attractive. Imbel ham't much use for her own sex. Now, Tige

Pillowed away from him, she burled her face in the Wait auttle, my dear, Pil explain it all later, Tell

same expression as the nurses "at S0

her Hospital knew so well when

duty, the famous neurolo

me, what was this man like. Tailswelle-dressed."""bit

theswar had not Erosion -

A-THE-NEXT-ROOM;-Lady-Maltby shivered,~

The maid entered.

"The telephone, my lady," "Thank you, Mitchell."

As she walked to the door, she wondered if the mold noticed her unsteady gait. The strain of the past two days had been almost unbearable. And now this human devil

usi un pressing her again

was

With a hand that shook, she took off the receiver.

Lady

she heard. y Mallby

who is it?" As though she did not know. "The new patterns have arrived, my lady; perhaps you would be kind enough to look in sometime? This evening at nine o'clock would suit. You will? Thank you very much, my lady,"

She had not said a word, but such was the power the speaker held

over her, he had Insolently taken her acquie- scence for granted. "Hello, Isabell"

The door had opened without her hearing it, but the sound of her husband's voice, coming at that moment, was prostrating. She fell backwards, dragging the instrument with her to the floor.

"Isabell You're ill again Shall I. 'phone that fellow Cross?"

The words seemed to come from a great distance; she was rapidly losing consciousness; all she could remember afterwards was saying quickly. "No!-Not-No! NOT CROSS, I can't stand him,and then blackness swallowed her up.

Sir William Maltby looked what he was, a man both perplexed and worried. Mixed with these two emotions, was yet a third-anger. Why was Isabel so inconsiderate- as to behave in this manner? Surely he had enough on his mind without being upset in such a way! It was most thoughtless. But perhaps he had after all: he should never have married a girl who had only himself to blame such poor control over her feelings. She could not help being H, of course, but he had called in the best man possible, and with what results? Why, she had just sald that she could not stand Cross?

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Feeling that his endurance was at an end, he rang the bell. bek,

"Your mistress has fainted," he said to the maid who was endeavouring to hide her astonishment. "Ring up Dr. Hoskins and nak him to come round immediately; then tell Louise to come here at once."

Having done all he considered possible, Sir William Maltby stalked away.

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THE MAN'S FACE WAS MERELY A BLUR: the desk lamp had been turned round so that the light fell on the visitor. It showed a woman ravaged by fear.

I tell you I can't do It!"

"My dear Isabel," the man who sat in the shadows re- tured; "haven't you righteous English a saying something to the effect that nothing is impossible providing the heart in sufficiently courageous? If you haven't, you should have, because. It so typifies a certain type of British: hypocrisy. You tell me you And it impossible to obtain the information I require-but you are the wife of the Secretary of the National Security Department. You are in his confidence. I suppose?"

She clutched at the straw

you don't know

his work to masound; he never talks about

unrelenting. "Perhapa not, but it in my Information, that he keeps

The other was

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