his attention be diverted by the physical charms of the bountiful Gloria. As she bent over him, she said. "Under my skirt. When I come back," and was gone, returning with a stein a few minutes later. “Hurry -paper-all info-bye" and then she stood with a great show of anger. "You stuffed shirt," she cried. "Take that, you roving-fingered mon- ster," and she dealt him a slap to the side of the head. He scambled erect, struggling to regain a semblance of dignity and outrage. He flung down a one-pound note and stalked away angrily. Gloria tucked the one-pound note in the V of the blouse, picked up the untasted beer and walked on. She sold it before she got back to the bar.

Meanwhile Frau Zimmer was pummeling her husband awake. She was very excited. "Did you see that? Did you see that? She passed him a note—it was under her skirt and he put his hand under and took it away-then she chased him out for attacking her. But wait there's something familiar about him-" she cuffed Herr Zimmer furiously. "You stupid clod. I need you to help me to remember who a man is and you sleep."

"Who?" was his drowsy answer to her attack. That tall Britisher that was here last night and again tonight he came in and out kleine Gloria passed him a note-" "Britisher-Britisher?" mumbled Herr Zimmer, then he sat bolt upright. Wide awake now, he went over to a large safe, and opening it took out a very large volume of papers. He paged through it intently for a minute, then said softly, "Evechen- come here. This this is the man, ja?" Frau Zimmer looked at it in- tently, studying it from several angles. "Ja," she said huskily. “Ja. Now what do we do?”

Herr Zimmer looked at her. "I think we'd best plan on a visit from our British intelligence friend—probably tonight." "And the girl?" "Probably just a contact-thank heaven the British don't use female agents!" Frau Zimmer sniffed. "I think she must be a part of their plans however. And of course," a gleam had emerged from her pig-like eyes, "that's going to help us. The British, with their so-gallant attitude toward their women-lucky for us that we don't share such a weak atti- tude, eh, Fritzi.” Out of long habit, he agreed with her.

The 'Cat' closed in another hour and a half and there was much ban- ter among the girls about their financial-and social- -successes of the evening. Eventually everything calmed down and all was silent as the curfew imposed by rule of Frau Zimmer left them plunged in darkness. About twenty minutes went by and an occasional snore had begun

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