"Good," said Jody, her lips quivering as she watched Denise pout with her lips to apply her lipstick.

Richard Simons had been stunned by Denise's account of her conversation with Langer. Denise had combed out her al- most white, shiny hair before Simons stood up, swearing a great deal. Then he touched her on her dark negligee covered shoulder.

"Well, Denise," he said tersely. "Your part in this will be all over by tomorrow. Only one person was told for sure that I had the Werchstatter File. Everyone on our list thought It was in a different place for sure this weekend. I fed them all my- self." He smiled bitterly.

"Well, who was it?" asked Denise, as Richard made to leave her room.

He paused in the doorway and considered. "The one I trust- ed the most," he said despon- dently. "Chris Cornell." He re- ferred to his second-in-command.

With Richard Simons gone that night to arrange for several arrests, Denise had time to think about her future. Richard would want her to move out quickly, of course, since he'd want to get back to 'regular' girl friends, possibly even Jody Atwater. Denise had to think about living elsewhere. And where ever she went, she'd probably have to think of making a living as an entertainer. She shuddered and pulled her nightdress about her legs. She thought of the men in the audiences in Cologne, ogling her, whistling to her and some of the

horrid suggestions they would make. She finally got to sleep thinking of Jody. She had sounded so desperate in the de- sire to see Denise alone. Denise hoped she didn't shock the girl too much so that there was only hate between them, but, some- how, she had to let Jody know who and what she really was.

Jody came to the apart- ment early. Denise was still in her negligee, but she had put on a bra. Her hair was freshly brush- ed down onto her neck but still

needed the touch of a curling iron.

"I'm going back to the States," were Jody's first words to Denise after the other had giv- en her a hug in welcome. She went and sat in a single arm chair away from Denise.

"O.K.," said Denise, sitting on the chesterfield, wondering why she felt so disappointed. It was almost a sense of personal loss.

"I need to get away from here," Jody wouldn't look at Denise.

"I understand," said Denise

quietly.

"No, you don't," said Jody savagely. She leant forward, her head in her hands. "How can you stand it? It's not right." Her body convulsed. "A woman isn't meant to be attracted to another

woman.

"Jody." Denise had to move over and take the girl's hands from her face. Jody's lips were quivering so much that De- nise felt that she had to lean over and kiss them. Again, as their lips met, Denise felt a tingle go through her entire body. Jody seemed to feel it, too, for she gave a most pitying cry and then clung to Denise's arms.

The insistent ringing of the doorbell caused a shaken Denise to break free at last. "I must an- swer it," she said with a tremu- lous smile.

"Let it ring," said a red- eyed Jody angrily.

Denise wasn't sure whom it might be ringing the bell but the last person she expected was fac- ing the door. General Mark Ger- litz' face was grey and lined and looked years older than it had the night before. "Kenny," he gasped at the platinum blonde, his face sagging. "What have they done to you?"

Denise was so stunned that she tried to push the door shut but the General wouldn't let her. "We've got to talk," said the old man. "I've got influence. I can do a lot."

"Oh, dad!" Tears brimmed on Denise's mascara. "Please go away and leave me. Please!" She pushed the door shut.

The bell began to ring again unceasingly.

"Who is it?" Jody came from the living room. She looked with astonishment at Denise's distraught face.

"N-no-one,' said Denise.

But then there was the sound of a key turning in the lock. Colonel Richard Simons, followed by a grim-faced General Mark Gerlitz, pushed their way into the apartment.

Denise darted away to the bedrooms. "I have to get dressed, she said" hurriedly over her shoulder.

"Stop!" thundered General Gerlitz. Turn around and face me!" Denise stopped and turned. The filmy peignoir covered up very little. Her dark bra and pan- ties could be seen through the ribbons holding the embroidered edges of the peignoir closed. Her fluffy, high-heel mules matched the color of her light-blue ear- rings.

"He's been living here with you as your mistress," snorted the General.

"Pretending to be my mis- tress," said Simons stonily. "Un- til this job was over. Like it is now."

Jody looked from one to another. "What is this?" she ask- ed, looking from the silent De- nise to the morose Colonel Sim-

ons.

"Does she she know about this?" The whey-faced General asked harshly, pointing a waver- ing finger at Jody.

"No." Richard Simons shook his head. "I don't even know why Jody's here now. She wasn't in on this investigation at all.”

"Investigation!" Amaze- ment transformed Jody's tearful eyes.

"We arrested Major Cornell and Heinrich Langer this morn- ing," said Simons wearily. "Thanks to Denise."

"So it wasn't like every- body said," Jody's face showed a mixture of relief and surprise.

"There are medals and cita- tions waiting for you when you get out of those damned clothes" growled the General to Denise, his face set like a grey steel mask. "I want to see you in uniform and back with your company." "Oh, dad." Denise looked