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By Sam Merwin, JR.: G-Men Detective, September, 1942
By Sam Merwin, JR.: G-Men Detective, September, 1942
determination and stamina that were belied of the Toby II. From somewhere nearby
by her almost fragile golden good looks. she heard wet footsteps running.
At the moment, however, she was Then, in quick succession, came the
ready to burst into tears. Some of the pots shots – one, two, three. A man screamed
had been stuck, and the ropes had been and gurgled, and something heavy fell as
more than usually covered with those live the footsteps ceased.
little stinging red strings passing jellyfish “Holy smoke!” said Jenny.
leave as a reminder of their greater “Who’s there?” snapped a tall male
deadliness. figure, looming even taller as he moved
To make matters worse, the sun had toward the end of the dock.
been terribly hot, and then had come the “Jenny Johnson,” said the girl.
fog, making it difficult to find her markers She was scared and looked it. The man
and preventing needed relaxation on the peered at her, revealing the polished
run back to the dock. hardness of his own not unhandsome
The collision was the last straw. As the features. Then he put the pistol he’d been
Toby II smacked squarely into the odd carrying into a belt holster.
little raft that loomed up before it without “Okay, Miss Johnson,” he said, and his
warning, Jenny visioned damage suits and voice was menacing. “What in blazes are
repair bills that would eat up the slim you doing out in this?”
profits she’d been able to wring from the “Bringing in my catch,” she snapped,
lobster run by the sweat of her tanned suddenly angry. She uttered a cry of
brow. protest as he jumped into the Toby II.
“Ach!” came the cry from an excited “What about that man? You shot him?”
male voice, and a dimly-seen figure was “What man?” queried the stranger
tumbled out of the low boat he was icily.
paddling to splash into the water. “The man I rammed in that.” She
“This way!” she called, forgetting her pointed toward the torn rubber raft. “The
worries in the greater responsibility of man you just—”
effecting a human rescue. “Blast it all!” interrupted the grim
There was no answer to her cry—only stranger. “Why did you have to ram him?
the splash of swimming arms heading I’ll take this if you don’t mind.”
away from her. “I do mind,” she said, her blue eyes
flaming dangerously. “You—you killed
He folded the torn raft, slung it over he stood there, “this is war time, you
his shoulder, vaulted gracefully back to the know.”
dock and vanished in the fog. “A fat chance we have of forgetting
Even more frightened to be alone, but it,” she said, “with three tankers going
determined not to let it throw her, Jenny down just outside of the lobster runs
slowly swung her catch up onto the dock. yesterday.”
Then, feet lagging for fear of what “Blast them!” he declared bitterly. “I’d
might lie ahead of her, she walked down like a chance at them.”
the dock to the market along a cobbled “I know, Jimmie,” she said, her voice
street of the tiny town. But she found no gentle.
trace of the man who had fled or of the He had been rejected for both services
grim stranger. because of the fact that a salvage job two
years before had left him deaf in one ear.
“I’ll take that please,” said a cool, hard his length on the dock with a savage
voice. smash to the chin. Blowing on his fist, he
With a gasp Jenny whirled and swung turned to the girl.
her gun toward the handsome hold-up man “It’s my fault,” he said. “I should have
of the afternoon, who was halfway down questioned you earlier, Jenny, but we had
the dock ladder. to get Bauer to talk before he was operated
He had an automatic pistol, and it was on. He’d just come ashore from a U-Boat.
pointed directly at Jimmie’s rubber- Two of my shots nailed him. He was
covered chest. unconscious until a short while ago when
“I’ll shoot!” warned the girl. we forced him to tell us about himself. The
“If you do, he drowns,” stated the minute he mentioned that chest falling in
stranger. “And you’ll be in for a nice fat the water we rushed down here.”
life sentence.” “Is he—?” the girl asked tremulously.
“They don’t imprison women for “He’ll live, worse luck,” said the F.B.I.
shooting crooks,” said Jenny. agent. “And, Jenny Johnson, thanks to you
“Granted,” agreed the stranger, his we’ve got a complete outline of the Axis
voice thin and remote. “But they do for plan of campaign for espionage agents
shooting F.B.I. men in pursuit of their here with the names and locations of
duty—especially when it’s war time agents, plus a big wad of big bills they
espionage.” were going to use to finance their scheme.
“Okay down there?” called a deep “With the information contained in this
voice from the dock above. chest we can crack down on key Nazi
“Okay,” responded the hard-eyed agents all over the country. We’ve already
stranger. contacted the Navy and they’ve ordered
He took the gun from Jenny’s out extra planes and patrol boats to hunt
nerveless fingers, put it in his pocket. down that sub. Even Jimmie helped us
Jimmie, hopelessly awkward in his without meaning to do so.”
diving suit, made a move as if to slip back Jimmie snarled as Craig and the other
under water, but stopped when the other F.B.I. man led him away. “But why would
aimed menacingly at the air line. the Nazis bring such plans in by
Utterly bewildered, Jenny climbed submarine?” the girl asked.
back onto the dock ahead of the two men. “Because, Jenny,” said the F.B.I. man,
There stood another stranger and, to her lighting her a welcome cigarette, “these
relief, Constable Craig. plans were so important they didn’t dare
“How come you’re mixed up in a thing trust them to any code transmission. They
like this?” asked Craig, a husky, alert had to be delivered in person.
young specimen for all his rural title. “The bay here is a perfect place for
“I didn’t know. I mean I—” she such delivery. It’s isolated, not a shipping
stammered. center, not a Navy or Coast Guard yard
“The heck she didn’t!” scoffed and not far from the coastal U-Boat lanes.
Jimmie, emerging above the level of the Your friend Jimmie was planted here for
dock. “She hired me to get this thing for the purpose years ago.
her. I’m clean.” “His salvage work was a cover-up as
well as a preparation in case he had to
rumors and communicate with other spies “I’d like to see Toby,” said the girl.
inland if needed.” “Will he be home soon?”
“It’s hard to believe,” murmured the “Maybe,” said the F.B.I. man, smiling.
girl. “I can’t tell you definitely, but I think
“Your brother believed it,” said the you’ll see him soon. Meanwhile, do you
F.B.I. man. “He sends his love by the way, mind very much if I take you home now,
though I can’t tell you where his ship is. Jenny?”
But he’d been suspicious of those The girl looked at him there in the
‘salvage’ jobs for some time. darkness. And even without a moon, she
“He’d caught some odd signaling saw that his eyes weren’t hard any more.
going on. So he reported to us. We “I’d love it,” she said. “What’s your
checked, caught Bauer, thanks to you. He name?”
told us all we needed to know about the
whole affair.”