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ven_tnre lqsm of cocaine. "How do I get to it? Does one have to be a itlate, or something?" "No one who wasn‘t an initiate or sent by would even know it existed. You t the narrow passage past Shâ€" beel‘s perfume shop, any time after eleven gt night until round about three in the inorning, and you‘ll find a door on you$! right, in the warehouse wall, with a{jfanlight above it. The green is on the fanlight; you‘d never notice i} in daylight. The club‘s underâ€" neath: {the usnul dance and cwbaret faciliti lmle more respectâ€" Vital Password "You‘ll see a table to your left as you l beads shutting it off That‘s how it was ve by itself, probably ftiend took me on our adâ€" an of room. closed. "You know a place â€"â€"*" _ *"Where you can get what you wantâ€" at a price. As a matter of fact, I have been there at least once, and it certainâ€" ly looks innocent enough. It‘s club called the Green Scorpion, in cellar under a warehouse off Oxford Street." ‘"Howâ€"how can you help me?" But Peggy sat down azain, slowly, tolerantâ€" ly, to hear what childish confidence might follow. Strangely she felt older than Corrie, so much more successful had been her strategy. "I said I‘d never indulged, and it‘s true. But I have lived in London all my life, and.my, acquaintance is somewhat wide. I don‘t go about with my eyes ‘"Expensive? I wonder! Wait until you‘ve had it for three years, and missed your whiff for three weeks or so, and see if you think it price when someone says: ‘Here you areâ€"a ‘tenner a time.‘ I‘ve gone slowly, as you can guess. I‘ve held down my supply to the minimumâ€"I.canâ€"take, but,‘ T don‘t see how I‘m to live without it. If only I knew how to set about findâ€" ing a supply in London! Or how to find someone who could tell me the rest." She shrugged her shoulders. "Ah, well , ‘what‘s the use? It isn‘t your worry, and I‘m sorry you found out about it. Just forget it. Let‘s go and look at miniatures, shall we?" . She halfâ€"rose from her chair. Corrie did not stir. Instead she said suddenly, and very softly: ‘"Wait a moment!â€"I think I might be able to help you. Sit down againâ€"just for a moment." â€"â€" "Expehsive habit, isn‘t it?"â€"said Corâ€" rie, watching her speculatively still, with eyes narrowed in her face. poor Mary Jane." _ She patted her handbag affectionateâ€" ly. "It‘s hopeless, isn‘t it? Mary Jane is my best friend, she makes life worth living, she puts the cockcrow in the dawn, and the in the evening; and I‘ve practically lost her. How am I going to live without my crazyweed? It‘s the only decent way of taking the stuff, too. The sniff is a filthy habit; and how can a girl go about with an arm mottled with syringe pricks. No, the smoke‘s the only way, and I‘m down to my last six. Gosh, it makes me wish I‘d stayed in the States. I knew where to get it on demand there." out "m Corrig¢, with a sly smile. lsughed. "He doesn‘t know 1 . Ihadn‘t the faintest notion how it would be recelyed here, so I‘ve ‘it down as much as I could. No, sofméhow I don‘t think Peterâ€"â€"â€"" What.~e zvely name it was for inâ€" American accent of synâ€" thetic creation! Turn the T almost into a D, and there you were with that tascmafing slurred R at the end. Made for theé job of sounding engagingly U.S. "I don‘t think he would feel what you might call sympathetic to the failing. . HMHe has no vices, poot lamb. No real fullâ€"blooded ones, anyâ€" how. He wouldn‘t understand about C when I‘m still practically a atrin:er' nere, i# a bit of a problem." â€"_ 1X KLNOW leaned 1 table What tiris How On en for | ts. No, of me Don‘tul,know it? But how to get.at it, The Parachute Mail by PETER vate vice to you. I think I conveyed the impression that I ‘was sincerely fond of youâ€"â€"â€"" "And are you?" asked Peter, with the hint of his smile popping out at her, and back in a moment, before she could take exception to it. "_â€"â€"and that I had no wish to soil your innocence, or at least your opinion "For initiates, yes, But the fact isâ€" and I‘m sorry I gave the lady to underâ€" stand that I haven‘t betrayed my priâ€" "Why not? It‘s a publdc club, isn‘t it?‘~ ATTACKING THE SCORPION . "I‘m coming with you," said Peter firmly, when he, was told of the Green Scorpion project. ‘"I‘m sorry," said Peggy, and meant it, ‘"but you can‘t." far as she could judge, been sitting with his hand upon the receiver for half an hour, for the first thing he said was: "At last! How did you make out?" **Come over and hear. I‘ve got plenty to say to you." "What‘s the chief thing you have to say?" asked Peter. * "Fureka! T‘ve found it!" And now all that Peggy wanted was to get rid of her, which she did at length with mutual expressions of gratitude and affection, and perhaps some genuine interest on Cortrie‘s side, as well as on Peggy‘s, for the cynical little American had her charm. As soon as Corrie was out of the Malbro, Peggy swooped upon the telephone, and. rang up Peter at his fiat; where he had, as Apparently she had not. They looked at miniatures. They had achieved a .coo1 intimacy which had its own sepâ€" ‘arate interpretation for each ‘of them. Corrie â€"Had, »â€"most: obviouslyâ€"to Pergy‘s mlnd more than a casual interest in possible trade for the Green Scorpion. Her face sharpened to an edge like an axe when the question of supply raised its head. There was money in it for her; and her "at a price‘" would be at a big price for Peggy, adapted to the supâ€" posed degree of her wealth. Her first hesitations had been designed purely as precautionary measures, but she was satisfied now. Why not, when she had seen and recognized genuine crazyâ€" weed? "If you can trust anyone with a secret," said Peggy drily, ‘"it should be the person whose life depends on it being kept. Heavens, I need the place. I carry the stuff now. Why should I do anything to smash the only source of supply I know? I can shut my mouth as tight as anyone." They rose toâ€" gether, contented both with a job of work well done. "Thanks again! It shall be counted unto you for virtue. Hadn‘t we better go and look at miniaâ€" tures? If I haven‘t sideâ€"tracked your mind too utterly with my trowbles?" "‘Admirable! I wonder if I should have told you?" Corrie pondered virâ€" tuously, her chin upon her ~hand, breathing slow wreaths of blue smoke, sweetâ€"scented and tenuous. "Well, it‘s hardly my pidgin to be nurse to you, is it? And the dive is there to be used, after all. Naturally, they expect all transactions to be entirely confidential; but how could youAet them be anyâ€" thing else? The whole thing is a crimâ€" Inal offence in this country." ‘"You‘ve saved my life," said Peggy, with an enthusiasm carefully subdued, so that the excitement of her voice might not carry to any other inhabiâ€" tant of the balcony, "I can‘t tell you â€"and you can‘t guess until yveu‘ve exâ€" perienced itâ€"what it is to se without the stuff. IT‘ll go. Of course I will! I think I can remember it all. Oxford Street, Sabeel‘s shop, the narrow pasâ€" sage, the warehouse door; then inside, the lonely table on the left, and Mere Colibri, Right?" will be laid for twoâ€"at least, I think that‘s usual. Anyhow, you go.to it, and git down there. One of the waiters will promptly come and tell you that the table is engaged. People who aren‘t in the know, of course, don‘t give the right answer to that, I suppose the club has to protect itself as well as it can. Anyâ€" how, those who do give the right answer get what they want. Any sort of illicit supply they care to ask for, I believe, though I‘ve never tested it." "And what is the right answer?" _ . _ "Mere Colibri. It doesn‘t matter how you give itâ€"just mention the phrase and the worldâ€"the mariajuana world â€"Is yours." She stood just inside the doorway, Sylvia‘s furs gathered about her, the gauze veil of her Juliet cap swaying faintly before her face, and looked round with calm interest. A queer nmlace! A place which seemed never to have made up its mind which style of decoration it would really affect. Corâ€" ners of it hesitated between CThina and Japan, â€" discreet table: cut off from Peter had told her, in a particularly talkative moment, that her entrances were superb. She liked to think that this one, made for the first time alons, was no exception. But certainly there was nothing in the long, straggling room into which she came, to awe or alarm her in any way. ‘There was one door in it, a small, flat, discreet door upon the right, coyly tucking itself into the wall as‘if to imâ€" pose upon the curious the conviction that it led nowhere, that it was hardly door at all. She passed it, and came to the head of the steps, and as she descended the first wave of music, still faint and elfin, came up to her from behind another door at the foot. This, too, swung.â€"at a touch, and she entered the Green Scorpion. And here she was, the warehouse door soundlessly and eerily closing itâ€" self behind her, short passage before her, and a blank end which announced where the steps leading downward began. The light here was subdued but competen»t and she memorized as st.;e went everthing about that brief passage. They had shared a taxi to an innoâ€" cent rendezvous in Oxford Street, and in the brief darkness and contact inâ€" side they had been stricken suddenly silent, she could not conceive why. There had been things she had wanted to discuss with him; there had been cautionary speeches he had prepared for her; yet neither of them had said a word until they had parted, and then it had only ‘been a hurried: "Be careâ€" ful what you say"! and a quick: "Don‘t go far away. I shall want you to be fairly close, just .. . well, just in case." ~Ghe was not sure whether one knocked, or not. She tried the door, and it gave and she walked in. Where Peter was now she had no idea; no doubt somewhere prowling round the reéat premises ofâ€"this club, and making notes for its destruction later on. The edge of the blackness was sharp, like the edge of a knife; she walked inâ€" to it, and was lost. Small in Sylvia‘s voluminous furs, Heautifully got up and polished to a brittle beauty which went wellâ€"with the hour, she felt herâ€" self to be sipcerely BEleanor Vandeleur, an American .woman of the world in search of crazyweed to keep her fires burning as brilliantly as ever . . . for at least a little time. Here there .was a silence which was eerie, and only the small green shape in the lit glass above the clumsy warehouse door upon her right to break the monotony andsuzâ€" gestiveness of the darkness. i The expedition offered, as far as Pegsy could see, no danger, and cerâ€" 'tainly no need of a bodyguard; but it might be as well to have someone there who knew the underworld of which she was so abysmally ignorant, and cculd note down any suspicious freâ€" quenters of the Green Scorpion for future reference.â€" For the,rest, she feltâ€"completely independent as â€" she strolled round the corner of Sabeel‘s invisible curved glass window at halfâ€" past eleven that same night, and was swallowed, ‘Jonahâ€"like, into the dark inside of a monster. "The man‘s part," said Peter reâ€" signedly, and fumbled for his pocketâ€" book. "There goes another ltem on ‘Expenses‘ if all goes well.‘" - "You can do something else, too," said Peggy meekly. ‘"What‘s that?" ‘"‘Pay for them. Because I can‘t. I expect they‘ll be the dickens of a price." "And you seem to have made a job of it," admitted Peter. "Well, then, if I can‘t come, I shall put a plainâ€"clothes man in the place toâ€"night, to keep an eye on you, and to make a note of what happens, just in case. And I myself wili have a casual look round the other side of the block while you buy your filthy mariajuana. I‘m afraid you‘ll have to buy it now ; there‘s nothing like being consistent." ‘ of mine. So you see, you‘d be the last person I should take with me. I didn‘t thinkt of the implications at the time, I was simply acting for all I knew." Dr. Barton‘s latest booklet, ‘Scourge‘ with reliable information regarding thetwomoat dreaded social diseases, gonorrhes and syphilis, is now availâ€" able. Know the facts, protect yourself, andsavaendlessworry Address your request to Dr. Barton, in care of this newspaper, 241 West 43rd Street, New York, N.Y., enclosing ten cents. Please reatiest the booklet by name and be "If the cause of the anxiety is chronic, and he will complain of his body symptoms but not of his mind or mental symptoms. It may not occur to him that his mind, his anxiety, is causing the body symptoms; there arse cases where deep anxietyâ€"shockâ€"has brought on true thyroid trouble, goim.n You can thus understand why tryâ€" ing to make sure which ailment is presentâ€"goitre : or :;the anxietyâ€"may take.:.considerable time. In the anxiety state the above sympâ€" toms will not always be present unless of course the anxiety is always present and becomes chronic. Anxiéty State and Goitre Have Many «/ Similar Symptoms _when we were examining recruits for overseas service it frequently hapâ€" l pe'x"iéf'é{@fiat a young chap would have a very rapid heart. (Even after having him rest for a few minutes to get over his Aatural nervousness or. anxiety, the:heart would still be very rapidâ€"90 to 100 beats per minute. We would then make further tests because a rapid heart is one of the definite signs of goitre, and to send a goitrous patient overseas was not fair to the man nor the country. Therefore, we had him put his arms out in front in line with the shoulâ€" ders with fingers extended. If the finâ€" gers trembled noticeably fine tremorâ€" we felt that to be another sign of goitre.. The usual eye: signs were also investigated. . He was asked questions hy ito shpuingss} of: breathy; BWY _ io sleep, whether or not there wag l6s8 of weight and others. There was Of course no time to make a metabolism testâ€"which shows whether or not the thyroid gland is overactive. If goitre is the cause of the sympâ€" toms there will be found a mild phyâ€" sical nervousness, a tremor of the hands (not always present), a persisâ€" tently rapid heart, an increased food intake (as opposed to lack of appetite in the anxiety state) and yet loss of weight; less ability to withstand heat; an increased rate of metabolism which has been checked carefully more than once. However, it is now agreed that any one with an "anxiety state" of mind may likewise have a rapid heart rate, be very nervous, restless, tire easily, and, unless thoroughly relaxed at time of the test have an increased metaboâ€" lism rate and be less able to withstand heat. table by grotesque screens and bead curtains which swung and swished upâ€" on their reeds as the waiters passed and repassed. Bits of it were pure Harlem, horrible in chromium and other bits, with blue and white check tablecloths and fat brown potâ€" tery, belonzed to the pseudoâ€"German bierâ€"gartens of the cheaper and more affected restaurants. Still cheerful after a harrowing experience which tried to the limit the endurance of her older companions, this little victim of a German torpedo is turned over to a Red Cross nurse by a member of the City of Flint‘s crew in Halifax. Crew members did all in their power to make more than 200 survivors comfortable in the freighter‘s crowded quarters. (by James W. Barton, M.D.) give your own name and full of Pouts Bobp Toronto Telegram:â€"A scientist preâ€" dicts the man of the future will walk on all fours, Well, at least a fellow can keep his feet on the ground. Toronto Teleégram:â€"Grasping after sugar is not confined toâ€" housewives. Despatch says> Ottawas is filled with from a huddled convoy." submarines with impunity playing hide and seek with surface warships chasâ€" ing aimlessly over the surface whilé the submarine below selects its victim ‘"The dangers of getting within lisâ€" tening distance now â€"of â€" destroyers loaded down with depth bombs and equipped with the newer listening sets ‘"To the first problem, the depth bomb has supplied a deadly answer. To the second, that of detection, modâ€" ern scientific developments in sound and in radio amplification have gone a long way in providing a solution. Too Dangerous to Defy a Convoy ‘"‘The â€"same remarkable electrical hookups which can pick an infinites!â€" mal vibration from the ether and magnify it into a volume of deafening sound in a radio if desired, have apâ€" plied to submarine detection gear, made the problem of spotting subâ€" merged Uâ€"boat from its propellier vib= ration and internal noises vastly simâ€" pler that it was some 20 years ago. And the submarines know it. . ‘"Convoy methods for merchantmen, which proved the. best safeguard against torpedoes, will unquestionably be adopted. quickly, forcing any Uâ€"boat to undergo the grave danger of being sunk by warships before it can get at its prey. And finally. the means of detecting and tracking down, subâ€" merged Uâ€"boats have improved imâ€" mensely. "John Holland, the designer of our earliest adopted type of submarine, felt that his boat was vulnerable and inâ€" vincible, for once submerged and inâ€" visible, kow could any enemy either attack or trace it,? "Submarines have developed little in 25 years.. Diesel engines, their surface motive power, are more refined, more reliable, more powerful. But the boats themselves are not in essence very difâ€" ferent from what they were at the end of the World War, hardly any safer for crew* against normal cruising hazâ€" ards when submerged (as the Squalus, the Thetis and the Phenix have reâ€" cently proved) and no such remarkâ€" able improvements as we have seen in two decades in aircraft haveâ€" taken place in submarines. â€" And the subâ€" marine‘s weapon, the torpedo, is pracâ€" tically where the World War left itâ€" accurate only at relatively short range. Depth Bomb Effective Answer "But while the submarine as a weaâ€" pon has been nearly at a standstill, the means of defense against it have radiâ€" cally . improved. © The . depth bomb; which ‘at. the beginning of. the World War~was unknown, is more wideliy available and easily fitted to any imâ€" provised warship. "That the submarine is a ~deadly menace is a fact that no commander of an opposing fleet can blink. Oddly enough, that the submarine is not so much a danger in 1939 as it was in 1914 in also.indisputably true," writes Commandér Edward Ellsberg, US.N., retired. He is an authority on the sub« marineâ€"salvager of the sunken S+â€"51, and author of the book, "On the Botâ€" tom.‘" Contributing to the Philadelâ€" phia Record, he says. Submarines Developed Litâ€" tle in Past Twentyâ€"Five Years. New Defense Reduce Danger from the German Uâ€"Boats Sometimes ‘there comes the choice between duty and friendship or beâ€" tween duty. and popularity. That choice often opens a clear vista to Calvary and the Cross. Dr. Parker says: "Duty done is the soul‘s fireside." But duty is never done. The fact is that never until life is done, and perâ€" haps not even then, does one come to the end of his duty; that never, save in a temporary and relative sense, can one say: "I have done my duty." ‘The rich young ruler, having kept all the tables of the law, had to be taught that there The idea of duty is a large part of the ethics of the average, ordinary, honest man. Duty is a grim word, with little in it to allure. There are tragic hours in life when the gravest aspects of duty cannot be ignored, when duty is a maliled figure standing with sword in hand. It is the least painful of these occasions when the choice comes beâ€" tween some pleasure long planned, anticipated and dwire and some duty unexpected, unpleasant, but imperative. Imagine a father who, through years. has planned that his only son shall succeed ‘him in business or porfession having to submit to the unexpected decision of his son that he must face the imperative call of his country. A halfâ€"interest in the ‘business with a substantial deposit to the son‘s credit in the bank, the father suggzests, but the son says: ‘"Father, you know how much I love and honour you, how truly I love my mother, tbut do you not see I have a duty to my conscience that neither money nor partnership in busiâ€" ness can nullify?" So the father must stand aside and wait the son‘s decision. That decision may mean a Calvary. The love of freedom, and the tenaâ€" city of will which strives to maintain the freedom of the human spirit, are the mightiest weapons opposing moâ€" dern totalitarian armaments. The war will necessarily impose restraints upon personal freedom. A people who lhave come to regard freedom as a part oi the order of Nature must willingly arrogate to the State the right to curâ€" tail and limit luxuries, extravagances and even necessities of life in the fight to uphold their liberty. This becomes duty. England has made the grim decision to war against the threat of enslaveâ€" ment and oppression. The issue which involves the British Empire is clear. The struggle is only incidentally over territoridl â€"rights. The real question is whether libertyâ€"loving nations are to be permitted to pursue their normal processes of living or are they to have hanging over them the threat of enâ€" slavement? It is a question whether the freedom so laboriously achieved in five thousand years of painful advanceâ€" ment towards civilization is to go down before crass totalitarian materialism. of Freedom (From The Montreal Star) For generations Englishmen have cherished the idea of freedom and have held that the idea of duty is one of the bindinz and cementing things of life. "England expects every man to do his duty" to the end that he may be free. They have cherisined the idea of freedom as a thing beyond price. Thsy struggled and sacrificed that they might gam it and hand it down unâ€" sullled to their children. And they have creditably succeeded. Achieved liberty is said to be cne of the chiet ethical results of advancing civilization. Hardly anything will anncy freedomâ€" loving peoples so much as the necessary restraints which are imposed upon their personal freedom in wartime. uty Sometimes Unpleasâ€" ant and a Curb on Freeâ€" dom. Betier Light . .. Better Sight Lowest Prlces In History! _ It is hard for. those who are in the thick of the conflict, drawn one way by conscience and another way by the love of comfort or pleasure, to see duty in the same calm, clear light. Perhaps all that can be expected <from the standpoint of actual life is that the sunnier side of duty will offer encour« agement and consolation in the knowlâ€" edge that our duty and happiness have indeed been one. In times of great sorrow this discovery is sometimes partially made.. 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