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DONALD DUCK

GEE, IT JUST MISSED

THE WINDOW,

SO WHAT? A MISS IS AS GOOD AS

A MILE!

UNCA DONALD!

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December

1940,

By Walt Disney

Tiger Standish, Ace of British Intelligence Agents

Saves a Minister's

Minister's Wife

Wife From Danger

IR WILLIAM MALTBY

FLESHI BENEATH HIS CHIN.

"I feel it is only right to tell you, Sir Lessington," he said, in an 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 holiday in

Somerset. At her age-she is only 27-she ought to be in the very pink of condition."

The RELUCTANT

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

Sir Leasington Cross was discreetly non-committal. "I shall have to see Lady Maltby before I can come to any opinion."

Sir William fidgeted with his tie.

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

of sixty, With that, the plump, well-preserved man who carried himself with an aura of not unlikeable pon- posity, shook hands and walked out into the ball where hls butler was waiting with hat and coal. A couple of minutes later he was in his cur, speeding through the Park.

The nerve specialist, now alone, smiled to himself at the profound lock of discernment in the human race, as exemplified by this politician. There were sny 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 man (although much too stout) and post because he was so absorbed in the important Cabinet

he filled (not without many acrid questions being fired at him from members of all parties in the House), he resented being unable to understand why a wife, less than half his own nge, should be ill.

Five minutes later, 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 anxiety that his profes- sional interest had become immediately aroused.

After Ave minutes' questioning, during which she seemed to be putting him off with at least half-truths, he proceeded to the necessary examination. Finally, putting aside 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 oft with a half-truth.

"Oh, It's nothing very much

I think.

too many

ny people

about, as

I feel

it's just London

as though there are though they were all pressing Is there any liness or complaint,

round me doctor, which could account for that?"

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

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"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 theatre-three times in one week he has made the effort and each time he has been seized by a kind nervous panic and had to come out. He will get better, smile but these things take time, of course. And," with

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

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Innocent enough words in all truth, yet they brought

a spasm of what Sir Lessington knew must be fear-stark and dreadful-into the face of this new patient.

"Why did he tell you that? William is always inter- fering with my affairs, my comings and goings."

To realhe hor, he caught hold of ber 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 hand increasing "remember that a doctor is like a lawyer of a priest-whatever you tell him is sacred."

should you say such a thing as that?" Instead "Why of calming her, he hid brought back that expression of dreadful fear into her eyes,

"The only reason I said it was because it is obvious to me, by a doctor, that your present high-nervous condi- tion is due, not to any physical cause,-not, in other words, to illness of any kind, but to come foolish obsession which you have

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

"I am very busy man, Lady Maltby," 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 collapso. I want to help you-but I have po time to waste on difficult patients. If you will not give me your confidence, I am afraid you will have to seek other advice. Unlike some of my colleagues, perhaps, I belleve in being perfectly frank with a patient. Now, Lady Maltby, I cannot help you unless you tell me your trouble, if you feel you. can't, then 1 am wasting both your time 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 j. her head away from him, she burled her face in the

pillows.

CAD

HAT NIGHT, SIR LESSINGTON. DINED

T WITH 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 rolned because of the sear on . Cross's left cheek, the legacy of a racing-car sinash at Brooklands ten years before; "you look as though you've got all tangled up with a skeleton and it has given you a Jeft hook to the jaw."

By

Horler Sidney

The neurologist took some time in lighting his cigar. They were seated in front of the smoking-room fire at the Lotus Club i Plecadilly, and he did not rise to the bait. Instend. 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 still, old B." (referring to his immediate superior, Sir Harker Bellomy, C.M.G., D.S.C.) "keeps me, like the murderers, hanging on. Why?" he asked swiftly, giving the nerve specialist a look as keen as the flash of a sword.

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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 fuffy patients?'

"Don't be an ass-I'm serious,”—and the tone con- vinced his listener this was, if anything, an under-state- ment.

"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."

"E you can't, you can't and there's an end of it... All right, come on: this place gets more like a morgue every day. I'm sure that old fellow over there has been dead for nearly a fortnight. Let's go along to the Criterion. I'm told it's quite a good force; you will be able to snap out of yourself."

TANTERING HIS HOUSE IN CHAPEL STREET

E the following morning, Tiger had a very agree-

able surprise. The usually severely-episcopalinn 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 butler took his overcont and brushed off an imaginary Beck of dual,

"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 rucaning of this, Heart of Jade?" he de- manded of the alim and attractive girl who furned, radiant-

as he flung open the door. eyed, ns

"Tiger, darling, you'll be breaking my ribs one of these days!" Sonia expostulated. "Sit down and listen; I felt I had to come up for a break-poor Aunt Caroling and ber evnences rather get on my nerves sometimes, and

here

I am. Two whole days I'm going to be in London, so you'll have every opportunity of making a fuss of me. want to shop, to lunch at the Berkeley, to see at least two shows

"She clapped her hands like a chik

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

When Sonia come downstairs she found him absorbed in what looked like a letter-so absorbed, in fact, that he did not even look up when she came and put a band on his shoulder.

"Tiger!" he said, reproachfully, "Sorry, my weet," he repiled, "but

..." and be waved the siret 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 know Isabel Tarrant before she married that nonuinental ass, Malthy, didn't you?"

His wife nodded.

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

**What do you mean, 'better taxte'? Are you accusing те of poodle-faking directly your backt's turned?"

"Well, not exactly, but why are you talking about Inabel Maltby? Sho's always been a bli of a. fzer! I suppose I ought not to tell stories out of school, but s well

only last week I saw her in a hotel at Well." "With a man" Surprised at the gravity of her husband's face, she

nodded.

"Of course! The extremely attractive Isabel basn't much use for her own sax. Now, it all later. Tell

Waft a little, my dear, I'll explain mo, what, was this man liko? vai pana

Tall, well-dressed, a bit foreign-looking in a way. If the war had not been on 1 might have thought he was n

Wearing the same expression as the nurses at St. A Christopher's...Ilospital know so well, when they had neglected an essential duty, the famous neurologist walked a German an it" layihe, was:brobably a Swede." Isabel is. suny out of the room.

y quite cosmopolitan, you know bikes

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"Don't be a cat7"*

"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."

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Tiger resorted to a piece childish ritual. Putting the tip of his right index finger against his tongue, he then held it up.

See that wet?" he quoted.

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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; h- tiddly-hi-ti 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. Sonin straightened it out and read the typewritten note with puzzled eyes.

"This country cannot afford to have any open or covert 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."

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

"So do 1," replied her husband, "but, all the name, 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 ite 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 ap Standish entered the room..

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

"Finei" declared Standish; "then I shall be able to elude your beastly clutches and get Into uniform of some kind!""

This stung Bellamy.

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

A

S SHE HEARD THE FAINT TRILLING IN 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 maid noticed her unsteady gait. The strain of the past two days had been almost unbearable. And now this human devil was pressing her again.

With a hand that shook, she took off the receiver. "Lady Mallby?" she heard.

"Yes

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 acqule- 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 distanco; she was rapidly losing consciousness; all she could remember NOT afterwards was saying quickly. "Nol-Nol - No! CROSS, I can't stand him," and then blackncas 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 this manner? Surely he had enough on his mind without being upset in such a way! It was most

thoughtless. But per

But perhaps he had only himself to blame

after all; he should never have married a girl who had such poor control over her feelings. She could not help being ill, 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?

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

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"Your mistress has fainted," he sold to the maid who endeavouring to hide her astonishment. "Ring up Dr. Hoskins and ask him to come round immediately; then tell Louise 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 Tanbol," the man who sat in the shadows re- turned; "haven't you righteous English a saying something to the effect that nothing is impossible providing the heart is sufficiently courageous? If you haven't, you should have, because it so typifies a certain type of British hypocrisy. You tell me you find 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 my husband; he never talks about his work to me."

The other was unrelenting.

"Perhaps not, but it is my information that he keeps a lot of papers in the safe in his Ubrary at.407 Hans Place. 1-happen-to-have obtained-the-combination of that safe

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