Screenland (Nov 1942-Apr 1943)

They're no weak sisters, these DeLong Bob Pins. Stronger, durable spring . . . they last and last. Strong Grip Won't Slip Out Mebbe your curly-top isn't pure Hollywood . . . but it's sure 'nuff leading lady in one fighting man's heart. He'll remember the dream-baby perfection of your ringlets. Keep 'em in order with DeLongs. BOB PINS "I couldn't be so ungrateful," she assured him. "But you make very light of your sacrifice, Herr Reiker. After all, you had to give up your tie." She had noticed him in the store then just as he had noticed her. Carl couldn't hold back his quick pleasure as he laughed. "A tie is uncomfortable in times like this anyway," he said. "It makes a man too conscious of his neck. And as for sacrificing a tie, I'll have gotten much more than I sacrificed if you'll just think of me as — " he stopped himself just in time — "as Ernst," he concluded. They seemed very far away from wartime Germany walking in the nearby park, sitting on the bank of the lake and throwing precious breadcrumbs to the swans. "I hope my employer doesn't see me," Helga laughed. "Was it very wicked of me to tell him I was ill?'' "I have an unpleasant feeling you'll go to heaven anyway," he smiled. "An unpleasant feeling?" she repeated. "Yes," he nodded. "It only leaves me a lifetime here on earth to get to know you." "You don't think you'll get to heaven, then?" Her amused eyes challenged him. "You're an Austrian," he pointed out. "I'm a Nazi, aren't I?" "Shhh!" Her voice was as bantering as his own. "Suppose somebody heard you?" "They'd think I was joking," he said. "Nobody believes the truth here." "Perhaps some day they will.'' She gave him a long level look as if she were wondering how much of his banter she could believe herself. "What kind of uniform are you wearing?" she asked. "Special duty." He looked at his watch. "You're a little saboteur. Look how you kill time when I'm with you. I'll be late for school. You see, I'm a cadet for the School for Sabotage here in Berlin." "No wonder you were so certain you'd never get to heaven." Her voice came mockingly giving him no clue to how she really felt. "Do you mind," his eyes became as inscrutable as her own, "if I try to make a little bit of heaven here for myself on earth ?" "You can try!" Her laugh came as he pulled her to her feet. For a moment there was that impulse to take her in his arms. Then with a gay salute he turned and left. It was like coming into darkness after sunlight, going to the school that afternoon, like sitting with death after that interlude of having been more glowingly alive than he had ever been before. For it was with death the teacher dealt. Horrible, treacherous death moving with lightning quickness, dealing destruction with things looking so innocent no one would be suspicious of them. Carl was thoughtful that evening as he went back to his hotel. A woman was waiting in his room, a woman who looked at him sharply as he came in. "I'm sorry," she said. "I thought — I must be in the wrong room. I'm looking for Herr Ernst Reiker." So it had come at last, the first danger as Carl had known it must. But his voice gave no hint of his concern as he answered. "I'm Ernst Reiker," he said. She looked at him, her eyes blazing with suspicion now. "My husband?" she asked coolly. "I appreciate your disappointment." Carl made his voice sound casual. This was worse than he had bargained for. "But I hope you'll understand. I'm assuming your husband's identity for his best interests. Ernst was arrested in America," he flung out vaguely. Then as she looked at him, "You don't know?" he asked as if surprised that she didn't. "I don't." Her unpleasant voice grated harshly. "I think I shall have to take steps to secure this knowledge elsewhere. You CAST "SCHOOL FOR SABOTAGE" (Copyright 1943 by Twentieth Century-Fox Film Corporation) Produced by Lee Marcus. Directed by Edward Ludwig. Screen Play by Aubrey Wisberg. Original Story by Michel Jacoby. Carl Stcchnan George Sanders Frau Reiker Anna Sten Mrs. Steelman .....Elsa Janssen Colonel Taeger Dennis Hoey Dr. Bauiiier Sig Ruman Mr. Steelman Ludwig Stossel Helga Poldy Dur Gcbhardt Ralph Byrd Kapitan Kranz Robert Barrat Mr. Craig Ward Bond Zellerbach Charles McGraw Eichner Rex Williams may find such a move on my part very embarrassing. There is no other course open." "Oh, yes, there is," Carl said softly. Before she realized what he was doing he had taken a gun out of his pocket. "Here is a very effective course, guaranteed to persuade anyone to keep a secret for a very long time. "You wouldn't dare!" she protested. Her voice rose in hysteria. She could have been a mad woman facing him, with her protruding eyes staring so wildly. "There is no need," he smiled reassuringly as he put the gun away again. "Our interests are joined. Yours to your husband's, his to mine. Just give me twentyfour hours, then you'll learn everything. You know the kind of work your husband was doing, the sort of dangers he encountered. We were working together." She looked at him doubtfully. "How can I even be sure you weren't responsible for his arrest?" she asked. "Surely you can wait another day to find out?" Carl said in the way of one arguing with a child. "Then if you're not satisfied with the story I give you, you can do as you please." "I'll give you until nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Her voice rose stridently as she turned to go. He waited at the window until he saw her walk down the street, turn a corner and disappear before he dashed downstairs and hailed a cab. Less than ten minutes later he was sitting on the opposite side of the desk from Colonel Taeger, one of the Gestapo Chiefs. "Cadet Ernst Reiker from the School •for Sabotage?" The Colonel studied the card which had been brought in to him. "I don't see what business you have here. The Gestapo has no direct influence on the affairs of the school, unless"— his sadistic eyes flashed hopefully— "you have come to denounce somebody ?" "That is it exactly." Carl's voice assumed just the right tone of reluctance. "I have. My — my wife." Taeger was all attention now as he stroked his moustache excitedly. "Ah ! That's a very fine gesture, Herr Reiker." His voice was blandly approving. "Has she been expressing unfavorable comments about the Fuehrer? The army? Our ally?" "Not precisely, Colonel," Carl admitted. "I am here to guarantee my own security. You see, I'm afraid my wife's erratic be 66 SCREENLAND