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Principal Characters ROGER KENT: Young ambitious priâ€" vate secretary to E. C. Smallbridge, a business magnate. Kitty Smallbridge: Daughter of Roger Kent‘s employer., She is somewhat spoiled and very obstinate but "charmâ€" ing in her more rational moments.:« GEOFFREY PATISH : Kitty‘s cousinâ€"and accomplice in rash exploits. CAPTAIN CULLEN: Master of E: C. Smallbridge‘s yacht "Glorious Kate". . ADVENTUKRE AT LARGE > ~â€" It was at the time when the war in Spain was at its height. The fact was brought home to Roger Kent even before he left for the Mediterraâ€" nean. In London, newspaper placards reminded him of it, and as he was hurrying, along Southampton Row. he ran into Gavin Erdhart . .. "Ohn, hello kent!" ® " Hello, Erdhart! What‘s the matter? Motor smash?" "No". said Gavin Erdhart. "I‘ve been in Spain. Came back a month ago." His left arm was in an orange colâ€" oured sling and his chin above his flowing magenta tie was seamed with a recent three inch "Ah" said Roger Kent, nodding wise. ly. He was as carefully ly groomed as one might expect a young man who catches the eightâ€"thirty to town every morning, to be.. The only scar on his good looking face was the line of worry ketween his; eyebrows He didn‘t stop to say much to Gavin Erdhart. Perhaps he envied Gavin his MONDAY â€" DECEMBER "TLL GIVE â€" YOUR FAMILY TASTIER, > â€" MORE DIGESTIBLE â€" BREAD" PUBLISHED BY sSPECIAL ARRANGEMENT T ickets and complete information from any Agent, mADE A most appreciated gift for son of daufluct away from home. Ask tor detauils of this convenient gift plan. Prepaid FAMILY GETâ€"TOGETHER TICKETS CANAD“ /"". ‘o%fi_‘i"#t‘ 6‘ y"* *3 2 " t Christmas: Going Monday, Dec: 23 to Wednesday, Dec. 285 inclusive. Return Limit: Leaving destinatuon not later than Midaight (E.S.T.) Thursday, Dec. 26. New Y ear‘s: Going Monday, Dec: 30 to Wednesday, Jan. 1, inclusive. Return Limit Leaving destination freedom to collect scars and slings in Spain, but Roger was E. C. Smallbridge‘s private secretary; Smallbridge had sent for him to go out to Saint Raphael and he was hurrying to get away. On the terrace of his villa at St. Raphael on the following noon, E. C. Smallbridge was showing sizgns of conâ€" suming anxiety. "Gullick! Gullick!" _ "Yes, Mr.‘ Shallbridge?" "Has Kont come?" «‘*No, Mr. Smallbridge.‘"* "I heard someone come." "Only the milliner, sir. with a hat for Miss Kitty". B "Hat howled E. C. Smalbridge. "She‘ll be. wantinz no hats unless Kent gets here socn!" a Nee N itE CCC s c c m t not later than Midnight (E.S.T.) Thursday, January 2, 1941; FARE AND A THIRD "Did you ‘phone the station to see the Paris train had come in?" ; "Yes, sir, it came in ten minutes ago" Gullick retired to the front of the terrace of the villa to watch the road.! E. C. Smallbridgs reached for the: glass beside the decanter of Scotch at his elbow, and lay back on his extenâ€"| sion deck chair with a groan. His leg was stretched along the chair under ' Good going: Friday, Dec. 20 to WVednesday, Jan: 1, 1941 inclusive. Return Limit; Leaving destinauon not later than Midnight (E.S.T.) Tuesday, Jan. 7, 1941 Looking down from the villa one: could se the listless Mediterranean filling the bay with glistening calm. A cloudless sky arched above the marble pillars supporting the villa roof| | Oleanders xeaxed their tops above the balustrade and ‘a magnolia pushed enormous lemonâ€" â€"scented fiswers toâ€" wards Smallbridge‘s chair. But he, locked about him with an indlgnantn and excited air. l t 4 4 4o ch. a. B _ h sb t in After a moment, he suddenly sz2ized and jangled the little bell beside him frantically. Gullick came at a hasty trot. Smallbridge demanded : "Has the wastepaper basket in Mtr. Geoffirey‘s room been emptied?" "I couldn‘t say sir." "Then find out and if it hasm‘t bring it here." "Very well sir," Gullick retired again. Four minutes passed during which smallbridge looked at his platinum watch several times and Gullick reâ€" turned bearing a blue wicker basket containing a few scraps. "There don‘t seen to be a great deal in iIt, s .. E. â€"C; Smallbridge took it and emptied the contents including a liberal quanâ€" tity of cigarette ash, on to the rug on his knees He was still sorting straps of paper cigarette packets and match sticks when Roger Kent arrived. Gullick showed him on to the terrace "At last!" cried smallbridge. He disâ€" carded the refuse from the waste paper basket, â€" checked Gullick‘s efforts to shake the ash off the rug and held out his hand to Roger. "I thought you‘d never get here!" "HMHow do you do, sir?" said Roger somewhat surprised by the violence of his welcome. "Everything‘s Wrong" He had never thought himself perâ€" scnally indispensiable to E. C. Smallâ€" bridge, though he had tried to make himself indispensable to Smallbridge‘s business of exporting harware all over the world. "I came in accordance with your inâ€" structions, sir‘"‘. he said, sitting down on the chair Gullick brought forward. "Yes, yes! But I want you more urgently than I did when I wrote! It‘s | _ ‘"My daughter Kitty," he said, "has run away with the Glorious Kate! She‘s taken the Glorious Kate against my orders, my express wish, and gone off | to Marjorca on a hareâ€"brained errand that I definitely forbade her underâ€" take!* f Besides he was no adventurer! His life had been a routine matter during the nine years since he had left school | to go into a city office. | _ had si:hooled himself grimly to |pu.sh his way up in the world. His sole ‘qualifications for the job in hand were his knowledge of Spanish and French ‘and a trip he had made across the ! channel to Donquerque with a friend in '.a 20 ft. ketch: his one, his only escape from the cares that had fallen on him ‘too early in life. moment. s "And where are they now"? "On the way to Marseilles. My ‘daughter had disappeared this morning ‘and she left a note behind her saying ‘she had taken the yacht I sent down to |the harbour and found that the yacht went out at three a.m. I could do \nothing! _ I had no idea that my ‘daughter was going to do it, I thought 1 had settled the matter when I forbade her go last night. I gather my nephew iG-e:ffvey went with her too". Smallâ€" bridge produced a handkerchief and ~wiped his prespiring brow. * e lucky you were due to arrive toâ€"day! Gullick bring Mr. Kent a drink Oh, I forgot you don‘t drink do you? Have you had lunch? Gullick bring Mr. Kent scmething to eat out here on a tray. What I have to say to you, my boy won‘t wait another ten minutesâ€" not ancther téen minutes!" ; Isâ€"something wrong, sir?" ‘"Wrong? Everything‘s wrong! Here I am helpless, phlebitis in the leg; I can‘t move as you see. Scmeone must act for me, and you‘re the only person who can! â€" You can handle a yacht 2an‘t you?" Iâ€"Ccan, Ssa gave a bound so what ever was afoot concerned Smallbridge‘s motorâ€"yacht, the Glorious Kate, that £5,000 beauty Roger had seen bane of her father‘s existence "I can telephone the police at Marâ€" seilles and get the yacht held up there But that means scandal. Kitty would na â€"arrested there would ‘be endleoss be arrested complications "YÂ¥es, sir." said Roger. "And is it possible to give me some idea of your daughter‘s miscion in Majorca?" "You can know as much as I know!" caid sSmallbridge. "Kitty has a scheme afootâ€"that Geoffrey put her up to it!â€" to res :ue an Englishman who was fightâ€" ing, and who is now a prisoner in Marjorca. â€" I don‘t know the details of the scheme.. All Kitty would tell me when she came to me for permission to use the yacht was that the prisoner‘s esipe was being arranged on shore, and the vacht was being used tOo take es]jipe WwWas NELLI ALALS LE L Ns N MB O Oc oo 10 oo 2 C oo . the yacht was being used to take away. I daon‘t know who he is. I don‘t even know his name! â€" All this year she‘s been mixed up with a set of crank‘s. My nephew Geoffrey is one of the most impossible of them. Where they heard of this English prisoner of theirs, and how they 8Of the idea of rescuing him in the "(Glorious Kate" I don‘t know Kitty would tell me nex!t to nothing. played for time for a distracted A FATHER FRUSTRATED prespiring brow any rate shall said Rcger, and his heart COPYRIGHT shall never darken T4IT PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TTMMINS, ONTARIO { "I want you to fly to Marseilles imâ€" | mediately and intercept her there. _ T‘ll \give you a note to Cuillen authorizing '\ou to take charge of the yacht If the '\,acht has already gone you‘ll have to hire a motor launch and overtake her." \ _ Orders are orders. | _ was decsidely a tall one, but ‘Roger subdued his doubts and took it |calmly. _ _"Very well, sir, but what about Miss \Smallbridge will she object to handing ic»er the yvacht"? "Wlien I ferbade her to go she seemâ€" ed to think I was some sort of criminal for refusing to help a fellowâ€"countryâ€" man. But think of itâ€"think of the risk!" said Smallbridge. "If there‘s and suspicious of whate she‘s up to, the Kate" will be bombed out of existence, and Kitty with her probably Another British protest, and another ex>use that it was "accidental" and that will te the end of the matter. It‘s too much. This time Kitty must be stopâ€" md!'t "What? If she does, you‘re to take no notice! None. do you see? I want the yacht brought here, to Saint Raph. ael, and I want you to do your best, Kent, to bring Kitty with it. TI‘ve finâ€" ished with giving Kitty any considera. tion!" Roger ros>, and Smallbridge looked at him searchingly, his face distracted with anxiety and irritation. Roger felt sorry for him tied to his deck chair helpless victim of his daughter‘s whims. "This is nothing like the work you‘ve done for me before," Smallbridge said, "but you‘ve shown yourself pretty able on the busines}; side of things I know this: job is unprecedented, but I‘ve notâ€" ized you‘re a determined young chap, and your head is pretty level. There‘s no one else here that I can trust and this leg has me beaten at the start!" "I won‘t admit, sir, that I think Im the best person to do it," Roger said "But I can see that it‘s got to be done!" "CGullick has telephoned the airport and there‘s a taxi ‘plane waiting for you now. You‘ll want money, so T‘ll give you ten thousand francs and arrange credit for you at Marseilles and Barce. lona. And there‘s another thingâ€" there‘s an automatic in the drawer of the writing desk in my room. Not a bad idea to take it along!" Rceger didn‘t argue but went into the large cool looking library as Smallbridge directed him to look for the® automatic in the drawer of the writing table. He found it there a .22 Mauser black and compact. Above the writing table a pair of dark eyes flashed at him over a pa HILE we celebrate this Season of Goodwill in comfort, our brothers, sisters and comrades across the sea live ‘neath the shadow of death . . . death let loose from the skies by the monstrous hordes of Nazidom and Paganism. At this season we are particularly reminded of the debt we owe to those whose service and sacrifice make it possible for us to enjoy our Christmas midst the carefree happiness of children and fond parents . .. those valiant men who patrol the skies, man the ships, stand by the guns, and place their all â€" even unto life itself, between us and the enemy. How can we pay our debt to them? The least we can do is to Save every dollar that we can and lend it to Canada, so that Canada can provide everything in munitions and equipment to fortify these men for the defence of our country and our civilization. Our savings should be invested in War Savings Certificates, and we should continue to save and invest in War Savings Certificates until Victory is won. The widow‘s mite counts as much as the more fortunate ones‘ plenty, as evidence of service, sacrifice and determination. So then, whatever else you do at this Christmas season, save and invest in War Savings Certificates. The very consciousness of your service in the Defence of your homeland will make greater your personal enjoyment of Christmas. CHAPTER 11 THOUGHTSs INX AN AIRPLANE "This is not I", thought Roger like the old lady in the ballad, as the ‘plane zcomed westward throuzh the blue toâ€" wards Marseilles. The affair was not in his line, His public school education cut short by the collapse of the family fortunes, hne had been thrown on his own at the age of sixteen, to sink or to swim. He had accepted the dreary grind of a hardware exporter‘s office devoted all his: energies to getting on, and had grimly eliminated every other interest in his life. He was twenty»â€"seven and he had risen from office boy to the post of Smallbridge‘s rightâ€"hand man with an eve on the London managership. â€"It had taken some doing, and hadn‘t left him much time for anything else. His attitude to Kitty‘s romantic misâ€" tion to Majorca was completely scepâ€" tical. Life had given him no opportunâ€" ity for heroi¢s . . a glimpse of white shoulder in a photoâ€" graph on the wall. Kitty Smallbridge wayward Kitty Smallbridge, beautiful, pampered, and rash. * Amazed and somewhat dismayed by the task that had fallen to him, he gazed grimly at her portrait. Girls of her type were as strange to him as the cold, hard weight of the gun in his hand. Towards Kitty herself his attitude was somewhat cynical too, if not quite so assured. He fancied he knew the type Gavin Erdhart‘s sisters had been like that when Roger had stayed with the Erdhart family in the days when he and Gavin had keen friends; at school. Disâ€" contented, wild, egcotistical, and spoiled Possibly most girls in soft cireumstanes who had any life in them tended to go that way. Roger gazed impatiently from the window of his ‘plane at the wrinkled expans»s of the sea below. . How had E. C. Smallbridge, extremely cmpetent in the export of hardware been so inept in handling a mere daugh~ ter? The Cote d‘Azur spread with vineâ€" yards, ribboned with roads splashed with the white of towns and villages, fled steadily away below; in the northâ€" east the Alps Maritime were dark in their clothing of chestnut and pine and in the extreme distance were touches of alpine snow _ seemingly suspended in the blue. . . Marseilles was a great bite out of the land, a maw Oof blue dotted with white towered islands. the serrated blackish o[.;d[ 7/(/4 Somerville and de Gospe Beaubien, Joint Wational Chairmen the old harbour seemed to enclose in es h Wl ies e the town itself, a flock of ships ashores Goon BEGINNING His mind on the "Glorious Kate" Rogery â€" gazed searchingly at the harbour as th¢} vyâ€",infu} fatherâ€"Our baby is beginâ€" ‘plane circled to the airport, The ME ning to recite "Bambaa biack sheep. was then twenty minutes pASt tWO | [( | nave you any wool?" In order to save delay, Smallbridge Neighborâ€"And ho‘s only 8 months had instructed Roger to go straight to old? the offizse of a friend of his Monsfeur Fatherâ€"Wel. he doesn‘t say all of it Lemann, manager of the Niceoise Marlâ€" ‘ ve; pu; he‘s oct as far as the "Baa time company, Monsieur Lemann knew ima" s â€"â€"Montreal Star the harbour and its various authorit-: ies intimately and could make the inâ€" quiries Roger would have to make in a quarter the time it would take him.t ' OANS Roger sprang into a waiting taxi, was driven with violent toots through the| On First Mortgages I Gmagah se n Marseilles traffic and found Monsieur, LeMann leaned his elbows on lriis desk Available in Timmins, Schuâ€" srey strip of the dock area adhered to | ed to any living person or the city edge and the masts and sails of â€" o7 private company. cigar amid a glitter of glass and chrom. ium plate. ~~% % Roger introduced himself in FPrench Monsieur LeMann was affable. 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