Make the most of your Tea.. SERIAL STORY MURDER IN FERRY COMMAND BYA.W. O'BRIEN BREAKFAST IN HALIFAX CHAPTKK XI The motors broke into a sullen roar and the big plane started down the runway to turn into the flare path. Clyde Dawson and Carole Fiskc watched the lights of the Montreal airport sink away below them. Up and up they rose until the plane emerged into a mystic world whose dome was painted with moonlight and whose floor \vas a sea of fluffy, rolling soapsuds. "Did you really get the message for me from Darwin?" Darwin? For a moment Daw- son was puzzled she was using the hanged man's real first name. Darwin I.emoy had died under the alias of Letnoy Statler. "I did." he answered. Dawson reached into his inside coat pocket and withdrew a wal- let. From it he took a reprint of the snapshot given him by the condemned man just before the death march. The girl took it from his hand and held it up to the moonlight .entering the window. DftWROn, watching her intently, suddenly felt the frustration all men feel in face of feminine tears. Silently he- -^aw lu-r lower the pic- ture and turn her glistening eyes to the window. He knew now that this girl loved Darwin Lcmoy. + * Sharp on schedule, the TCA plane circled the Moncton, N.I!., airport at 5.10 a.m. As it landed, Dawson leaned over to the girl. "Conic along," he said gently, "I'll buy you a cup of coffee." Carole Fiske looked at him strangely. Then she unfastened the safety belt. "Thank you, I will." In the airport restaurant Daw- son waited until she had finished her beverage. "Tell me," he asked, "how did you know my name? I didn't mention it in Chicago . . ." "John knew who you were ho told me." Dawson felt his pulse quicken. This was a situation he hadn't bargained for. His present plan in fact, the most important aspect of his whole investigation de- pended on her NOT knowing his identity. Paul Dexel must have cabled from the train that he, DawHim, was bound for Canada. He had probably added the in- Testigator's description. . . . "And what did the crude lug have to say about me?' he asked, calmly sipping at his coffee. "That you are Clyde Dawson an international doublc-crosser, a renegade of both sides in this war who sells to the highest bidder . . . that you have somehow se- cured inside information about ISSUE 47 '42 our organization and are working a type of blackmail scheme on Darwin I.emoy - the snapshot proves it." Dawson breathed a sigh of re- lief. This was a break a beauty if ever he had one. John, of course, had lied to the girl . . . unless the girl knew* the truth and was deliberately lying to throw him off the track. * * Kxcusinif himself, Dawson found a phone, rushed through a call to the Canadian Intelligence Bureau at Halifax, and queried the agent on duty about Paul Dcxel. It was as he had expected the man had simply laughed off all questions. They had nothing on him, he claimed, and he had no intention, it seemed, of alter- ing that condition. In fact, the agent added with a touch of sar- casm, the Halifax Hureau really didn't know enough about the case to quiz the prisoner intelli- gently. For that part they really didn't have enough to hold him. "Okay, I'll attend to that part of it for you," Dawson said. "I haven't time to go into detail but the plane should land at Dart- mouth about (5.15. Which means that a girl and I will likely be having breakfast together in the Nova Scotian Hotel between 7 and 7.30 in the main dining room. Now listen closely and do exact- ly what I tell you . . ." For the remainder of the flight, Dawson stayed clear of the one topic in which they were mutu- ally interested. Anyway, the girl seemed unwilling to chat. The plane was 15 minutes late* landing at Dartmouth, just across the harbor from Halifax. In the airline autobus while crossing on the ferry, Dawson struck up con- versation again. * * "Would you care to have break- fast with me?" She shook her head. "No, the less I see of you the better, al- though I suppose it is inevitable, knowing what you apparently do." "That's right," Dawson smiled broadly, "it's inevitable. And since it's thataway, breakfast with me at the Nova Scotian." "Veiy well," she snid unen- thusiastically. The hotel lobby was surpris- : ngly busy for the early hour. Dawson ushered the girl into the dining room opposite the main entrance, and placed her so she wi<8 facing the entrance. He se- lected the chair at the four-place table that allowed him a side view of the entrance. The girl's eyes were fixed on him. "You're a strange man 1 find it . . ." the sentence choked off in her throat. Dawson saw her staring wildly at the entrance and knew without turning his head that she had seen Paul Dexel. 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Daw c leaned over quickly, slid an arm around her waist and kissed her on the cheek. In the entrance, Paul Dcxcl tugged madly against the restrain- ing arms of the agents: "You rotten double-crosser," he shrieked, "I'll cut your tongue out for this!" * * Conscious that all in the din- ing room had ceased eating while the waiters stared in frank amazement, Dawson resumed his seat as Dexel was being escorted from the doorway. "Why did you do that?" her voice came in a low hi.ss. "I'm funny that way," Dawson shrugged. "Kvcr since I was only so high I've done that to pretty girls . . ." "Shut up!" Carole Fiskc cut in, "Were you deliberately doing that for the benefit of the man in the doorway . . ." "Paul Dexel you mentioned his name when you saw him re- member?" Dawson was serious now. "All right, Paul Dexel. Answer my question!" "To make him spill all he knows about you and your mob. And if you're wise you'll do some talk- ing your . . ." In one quick movement the girl 'had picked up her cup of coffee and flipped the contents directly into the investigator's face. As he lurched back, she rose and called for the headwaiter. "This man has insistently an- noyed me throughout a plane trip and now at breakfast I can- not stand his insults any longer. I ..." Putting her hand to her eyes and sobbing audibly, she ran for tho door. * * * Dawson threw aside the napkin with which he had been wiping his face and started after her. "You little .wildcat!" he mut- tered. The headwaiter grabbed him by the arm and two army officers jumped up from a nearby table, planting themselves in front of Dawson. "Out of my way, gentlemen," tho latter spoke quickly. "That girl is trying to escape . . ." "Quito evidently she is," the headwaiter interrupted. "Just wait a minute for the hotel de- tective, please. He'll want to ask you some questions." "Don't waste precious time," snapped Dawson, "here are. my credentials . . ." As he reached into his inside pocket a blank look came over his face. Suddenly he laughed. "That's out my credentials are in my suitcase, so all I can do is admit I'm a lowdown masher and a menace to young ladies." The headwaiter seemed puzzled by Dawson's amusement. "Well, I should call the detec- tive anyway . . ." he said uncer- tainly. "Don't be silly," Dawson re- plied. "The girl's gone she'd be the one to lay charges. After all, it wasn't you I kissed." "Very well, you may leave, but I must advise you that this matter will be reported to the hotel de- tective and he shall likely want to question you further. Your name is ... ?" "Okay, chum, the name is Clyde Dawson." (Continued Next Week) China's Lifeline Strategic war materials are be- ing flown out of n once-desolate jungieland in Northern India to Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek's forces at the rate of hundreds of tons monthly over China's only remaining lifeline, With the coasts of China, Bur- ma and Indo-China in Japanese control and the hard-pressed Rus- sian)* unable to continue delivery of supplies over the old silk route, the air route to the heart of China's southwest now is the key support of her armies. Soviet Scientists Rebuild Wounded Such is the skill of Soviet scientists and surgeons that more than 70 per cent of Russian troops wounded in battle return to active service, fully restored in health, Health Commissar G. A. Miterev said in a broadcast from Moscow, Recalling tho tremendous loss of life during the First Great War, the Commissar attributed much of Kiiflin's medical success to the greatly Increased number of trans- fusions which were made possible by the blood of Soviet donors. Tetanus and gangrene were "prac- tically forgotten," he said, and not more than one per cent of Soviet wounded actuality lose their lives. (Miterev did not define "wound- ed," but presumably ho meant men who renched drrsiinu stations or hospitals behind the lines). TABLE TALKS SADIE B. CHAMBERS Old-fashioned Desserts HOW TO COOK RICE Wash the rice thoroughly In sev- eral waters until all loose starch is removed. Drain. Have boiling nalted water ready in a deep saucepan. Gradually drop in the rice and allow to boil uncovered for 5 to 20 minutes, or until a grain is entirely soft when pressed with a spoon or fork. To prevent sticking lift from time to time with a fork, but do not stir. Do not overcook. Turn cooked rice into a sieve and wash off excess starch with a little hot water. When drained cover with a cloth and set over a pan of hot water on the back of the stove or in the oven, or turn rice into n shallow pan and place in a warm oven for a short time. Treated in this way the grains swell and are kept separate. One cup rice, when boiled, will increase to 3 cups or more. Baked Rice Cuttard 14 cup currants 2 egg yolks 1H cups cooked rice 14 cup brown sugar 'i teaspoon salt % cup corn syrup 2 tablespoons melted butter 3 cups milk 1 teaspoon grate:! lemon rind Wash currants, let stand in warm water until plump and drain. Heat egg yolks until light, add rice, lirown sugar, salt, corn syrup, butter, milk, currants and lemon rind. Mix well; pour into casserole in pan of hot water and bake in a moderate oven (350F.) till custard is set -- about 1H hours. Meringue 2 egg whites 1 tablespoon corn syrup 1 tablespoon corn starch Beat egg whites stiff; add corn syrup and corn starch. Beat thoroughly. Spread over pudding and return to oven until meringue is golden brown. Butterscotch Rice 1 tablespoon gelatine 'A cup cold water 2 tablespoons butter V4 cup Crown Brand corn syrup 14 teaspoon salt 1 cup milk % cup cooked rice % cup whipping cream 14 teaspoon vanilla Soak gelatine in cold water for 6 minutes. Melt butter in sauce- pan, add corn syrup and cook over low heat till brown and bubbly. Slowly add the milk to which has been added the salt; tir until dissolved. Remove from heat and add the gelatine. Chill till mixture begins to set; fold in cooked rice, stiffly beaten cream and vanilla. Pour into SMART SUIT FOR TOTS By Anne Ailami Kven the very young set Is suit-conscious this season! Here's an economical and rasy-to-make little style by Anne Adams, Pat- tern 4230. The panelled skirt has optional suspender straps. Th jacket Is double-breasted and may contrast. Pattern 4230 Is available in children's sizes 4, 6, 8, 10, 12. 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